The Thousand Mask Warrior

Heal

"Are you awake, Jayaseta?" punyan said with a cheerful face like a child. He immediately went to the building where Jayaseta was resting and being treated. As per his prediction, Jayaseta must have recovered and regained consciousness. He saw Dara Cempaka who got his turn to keep the swordsman out of the building, then it was time he came to Jayaseta.

"How do you feel after recovering and escaping from the foreign inner power, the curse of the heirloom spear?" ask Punyan. His body full of figures was hit by the morning sun.

Jayaseta suddenly nodded. "Cured? What do you mean, Punyan?"

"Really, healed. You came here to ask for healing, didn't you? I and Apai have tried their best and Jubata, the Powerful One, has allowed it. Now free you are from the disease that always haunts you. Now you can use all your best abilities, including your inner strength of course, Jayaseta."

Jayaseta is still dumbfounded. He still feels in the dream realm. He was worried that this consciousness suddenly disappeared and became something that was not real.

"Dara Cempaka looks so worried that he forces to take turns looking after you. In fact, api has said that you will realize soon. When you're awake, then it means you're healed. Sure enough, you're awake, aren't you? Come on, come with me out. This part of practicing a little silat will be fun," said Punyan so cheerful while raising both eyebrows.

Hearing the name Dara Cempaka was called, Jayaseta felt a pain that pierced the recesses of his soul. Early this morning, the girl left without saying a word. Unfortunately, Jayaseta also felt her tongue and her blood freeze. It was better to fight against dozens of brackish Daya warriors than to have to decide on a single word spoken to Dara Cempaka, especially after the events of last night's caliphate.

"You're sure I'm completely cured, Punyan?" jayaseta asked, looking towards Punyan who was standing cross-legged and sticking his back against the wooden wall.

The one asked shrugged both of his shoulders, "If you want to know for sure, let's come with me out."

Without waiting for Jayaseta again, Punyan went out of the room. From the outside, he looked defiantly at Jayaseta then jumped down from the tall building.

Jayaseta stood up and looked out. Punyan is down.

"Daddy, swordsman. It's not a hard job for a great and famous hero like you" Punyan shouted mischievously like a boy who challenged his playmates to do the things he did.

Jayaseta looked down and weighed the height of the building under it, as well as the distance to the ground.

"You can use a little energy in science to lighten the body. That way you can know that you've completely healed. Or ... You can go down the stairs from the wood of the coconut tree slowly, because perhaps a warrior nicknamed the Thousand Masks Swordsman, who carried the head of the Poet Baka was still too afraid and worried about the state of his body," shouts Punyan louder. His ejeken was obviously intentional to challenge Jayaseta.

Goddamnit! Jayaseta. He feels challenged by his pride, even though he knows Punyan tends to joke. But on the other hand, the chieftain's son had a point. What else is he afraid of?

So Jayaseta took a breath and jumped. He uses a small amount of his inner energy in the movement of science to lighten the body.

Not Jayaseta thought. His body floated down like cotton. His feet were treading on the ground with no sound at all.

Punyan clapped his hands and chuckled in satisfaction. Jayaseta himself felt a huge boost of energy in his body after using deep energy, spreading throughout his body to his brain and heart.

He felt full of energy, reborn. He knows his body so well. There were sparks of energy exploding on each side of his body.

Jayaseta looked around and found some logs that were still intact, not yet broken down to make firewood.

He approached one of the spindles, closed his eyes, focused his strength and energy through his arms, and ...

THE DUAR!!!

PRAK!!

The wooden spindle was broken into small parts hit by Jayaseta's fist.

Punyan laughed loudly at this incident, while Jayaseta felt a happy feeling that filled the entire cavity inside his chest.

Now what was in his mind was an overwhelming sense of freedom, power and strength.

Punyan took out a spear that rested on the wooden pillars of the building and threw it at Jayaseta who caught it steadily.

Jayaseta then twirled the spear, testing its movements and movements. His body moved so nimbly, his speed and strength were far above average.

Because of this extraordinary freedom Jayaseta increasingly accelerate and strengthen every movement and attack moves. He did not even hesitate to add a little inner energy centered on the arm that grasped the spear and leg to jump up and down.

Several youths and warriors of Daya had suddenly gathered around Jayaseta, watching this great scene. Although most of their faces do not describe feelings, it is clear that they acknowledge the greatness of the warrior's movement and become very amazed.

Jayaseta is now lost in this new situation. Never in his entire life did he feel as invincible as he was today. He feels he can subdue anything and anyone!

Far behind the youth, the soldiers and now growing up with the children and even the women surrounding Jayaseta, Dara Cempaka took notice.

Her tears fell without her noticing. He removed it immediately, not knowing what tears were. Undeniably he was happy to see his beloved brother had managed to recover from the pain suffered and the danger that always loomed over him.

He also cried worried about what would happen in front of him. Is it true that Jayaseta will then be with him? Is this not a dream? He had never even thought of anything related to building a household ark, a family. But now, the choice is in sight and cannot be rejected.

He was afraid to imagine his happiness with Jayaseta. He did not dare to aspire to it because he was worried about getting hurt, although he did not know why he could think like that. But really, what happened last night was right he was willing, right he liked, right he felt.

Dara Cempaka turned around, his gaze clashed with Temenggung Bears who had somehow been nearby. He was not surprised because miraculously the eyes of the chief were so shady and non-threatening. A grandfather's view. Ah, he remembered the dear Grandfather, how is he doing now? Is it because Temenggung Bears and Datuk Mas Kuning have a good relationship in the past to make the two seem to be represented by each other?

Dara Cempaka smilingly greeted and lowered his head, as well as the chieftain who replied kindly by bowing his head deeper.

Dara Cempaka left the place with an extraordinarily complicated feeling.

***

The bed wrapped his body in a jar, covering most of the tattoo on his body. However, not a few people who still misunderstand mark it as a Daya person.

While Narendra was busy looking for a place for them to relax for a while after weeks above the ocean. No matter how long they were with the sea, their sense of life was now imprinted on the land.

So when they arrived at the port of Sukadana, Narendra was eager to eat food on land.

"We should look for Javanese people in this place, Katilapan. As we heard before while still in Semarang, the Javanese are hearing about getting jobs and tight-knit gatherings here. It shouldn't be too hard to find them" Narendra said.

Sure enough, after a while, the goal of both heard people speaking Javanese or Malay with a thick Javanese accent. The bed pointed towards a building, which seemed to be a diner, which was quite crowded by shoppers.

"It is fitting that we can start this search from there," Katilapan said.

Narendra scratched his chin, "There's no need to rush, Katilapan. We have both agreed to let the path of fate show its direction naturally. We will eat, drink and rest there. If it turns out that we find news and stories about Jayaseta or anything related to him, let's just say fate brings us to his path quickly" Narendra said.

The harbour waves were so calm this morning. The wind caressed the coconut trees casually. Raja Nio also carried away the atmosphere of sitting relaxed in a restaurant full of Javanese people who work around the port of Sukadana, from building porters, pelvic porters, traders, and other people, fishermen to farmers from the interior. The wound on his stomach could not be said to be healed, but it was already not so problematic for his movements.

King Nio's eyes were accidentally fixed on two people who had just come to the store. At first he did not like to pay attention and interfere in other people's affairs, until he vaguely heard the word 'Jayaseta' spoken several times from the mouth of the new person.