The Thousand Mask Warrior

On The Boat

Jayaseta's awake. He gasped as his eyes glared as bright, hot sunlight pierced through his eyelids. He still does not like, his brain has not managed to compile the pieces of memory. A swordsman of his own level should be able to quickly realize from a sleep. However, was not Jayaseta not asleep, was he not previously unconscious in a way that could not be said to be asleep at all? Of course when he woke up, it was not the alertness that occurred, but a strange floating feeling. Not yet he was aware of what happened to his drinya, he felt one kick hit his thigh.

He was shocked so that his eyes widened again.

Less than a single breath, a kick landed back on his thigh. But Jayaseta did not feel pain in the place where he was kicked, instead the kick was actually not said to be a kick for people with science as high as Jayaseta.

Before long the third kick touched his thigh again but this time with a rough shout from the kicker's mouth that Jayaseta still did not know who, “Heh, wake up! Wake me! It's good you slept all night!”

Slowly Jayaseta's eyes adjusted to the light along with her conscious mind. He was still lying quite limp and saw a person who was thick-bodied, dark-skinned, sunburned, bearded and in a thick mustache without clothes standing before him.

The slowness of Jayaseta's actions on all three kicks and his shout made the stocky figure become upset. This time he intends to give a little lesson for people who think this lazy. His kick this time was directed towards Jayaseta's stomach, no longer just a wake-up kick.

The treatment of this stockier should then be his regret because the person he is holding this time also understands that the kick directed at his body is already an attack aimed at injuring so that the kick is not reaching the target being deflected off with his arm, and using his other hand the figure lying down that night supported his body launched a counter-kick towards the stocky.

A DUG!

One scene happened very quickly. With his head down, one hand supported his body, and both feet above hit the stocky man, making his body hit two three spears fell on the wooden floor and immediately unconscious.

In this state of standing now Jayaseta can only see that many people around the place are busy doing many things immediately then silent. They looked at the thick and thin block and then looked at Jayaseta who now looked a little confused.

Jayaseta's eyes looked around, trying to figure out where she was. Not only that, he himself also tried to find out how he got here, what happened before, and who the people around him. Not long after he was surprised when he woke up. Now he was standing on a large ship with wooden floorboards, rope mines everywhere, a giant mast with cloth sails was bulging with the wind and the people who were definitely suspected were the sailors and crew. As long as his eyes were looking, he could only see the water and the morning sunlight. Both of his slits widened as wide as possible because they did not believe this scene.

He immediately felt his body where he saw himself now standing bare-chested and wearing only knee-length black pants tied around his waist. He doesn't even wear a headband anymore. Her long unravelled hair was no longer knotted on top of her head. Of course this meant that he could not find all three of his discs. Not even the clothes and things he brought with him.

“Where am I?” says loud. This question is not specifically asked to whom. In fact, Jayaseta tends to ask himself but with a very upset feeling of being confused.

The people who had initially noticed it, were now even indifferent even though they had just seen the stock thrown and were far unconscious due to the attack of the young man who was fast. They went back to their jobs and started to fuss again. The crew then rolled up giant mines, pulled sails, lifted various goods and various other activities.

Jayaseta is anxious because no one is ignoring her.

“Hoi, where am I?!” he said harder.

Before long two medium-statured yet muscled-clay people carrying curved swords and shields came running. In addition to carrying armaments in his hands, they also wore combat clothing. Vest covered with chains and iron chain bracelets are commonly used combat troops to protect the body from the opponent's sharp weapons, similar to soldiers or soldiers from the kingdom of Mataram or Surabaya.

“Shut up!” one of them rebukes Jayaseta. “You are already a slave here. You have to work with the others. Don't make trouble, we've bought you expensive. We could have chopped you up and given your meat to the shark to eat if you acted up,” the man said.

Jayaseta growled, “I asked to turn the bow, take me back to Cerbon port!”

The two men who seemed to be soldiers looked at each other and then laughed out loud.

“Ha ha ha ha .. You want to make us laugh to death huh? Ha ha ha .. heh, son of the devil, your life we have bought. You are a slave here. You have to follow all our orders,” said another soldier.

Jayaseta shook her head violently. He felt totally deceived. The muscles in his body stretch. Her sweaty skin reflected the sunlight. He realized he had been tricked by the owners of food stalls in the port of Cerbon. At first he wanted to pay more for praising the hospitality, service and cuisine of these people. Now he is despised and deceived.

He also realized later that the food he ate must have been poisoned. Unfortunately, the poison, which is basically strong and fast, was paralyzed in Jayaseta's body. Since being exposed to the poison and curse of Kyai Plered's spear and energy in Nagataksaka's diagram, Jayaseta's body became strong and seemed immune to various types of poison. The poison that entered his body could not directly kill him, but fought with the poison that had already perched in his flesh. It was as if Kyai Plered's poison didn't want another poison to kill him.

They felt this person should be crippled because it was dangerous. Without requiring orders from anyone the two advanced simultaneously intending to push Jayaseta with their two shields. The push of the two shields should be able to make anyone fall to the floor of the ship, at least fall down. Of course this is not the case, Jayaseta took a step back then pushed the two shields thrust towards him quickly. The result was that both soldiers were pushed backwards. One of them even tripped on his own feet and he even fell down.

His face was red, especially his other friend was now dumbfounded to see himself sitting. He quickly got up. The two opposing soldiers' views seemed to show the same attitude, they did not speak equally agree, there was no need to paralyze or arrest this stranger. Using the two unsheathed swords, they advanced once again faster and more ferociously and slashed towards Jayaseta.

Two sword strokes that could not be doubted sharpness passed through Jayaseta's chin and neck, because for a moment before the two weapons reached their target, Jayaseta just moved his upper body slightly backward. But after the attack escaped, Jayaseta stepped forward quickly and slammed both hands forward. His punch hit both of the soldiers' metal shields. The result was incredible, the two soldiers again bounced a few steps and fell. Not just one, but both are now falling.

Jayaseta looked around, ran forward, to one of the sailing masts of the ship and chipped. He was now like walking tilted along the mast of a ship upward so quickly, to a certain height he used both of his legs to push his body again. He apparently took the black flag of the ship at the mast of the sail. It circled in the air and landed on the floor of the ship steadily.

The black flag was then torn apart, then the torn part was used to cover his mouth and nose. His appearance is now like a pirate, “I am a silat swordsman who holds the title of Thousand Mask Swordsman! Turn the course, or you'll get the lesson!” jayaseta said loudly.

Jayaseta was already comfortable using his nickname of shortness. This is because on several occasions, the name of the Thousand Mask Swordsman has managed to solve the problem, after all the nickname has been attached to be a part of him. The reason was that the blood already rippled into his brain quickly made him so annoyed, so he wanted to threaten and completely beat up the people responsible for what had already happened to him.

By covering his face again with a cloth, making him a mask and declaring who he is, the attackers will be threatened. This will be an amazing lesson for them.

Jayaseta bent her knees slightly and opened her palms and laid in front of her body casually. A form of No Stroke that does not require a certain shape. The important thing is that later all movements will be adjusted to the needs of the fight. What was clear was that now his body was ready for another fight. He is getting ready for this kind of situation.

The inevitable fight after battle is the path, the path of a swordsman. His eyes sharply looked around the ship floating in the boundless ocean. The sun shone scorching, shining a stab wound on his chest that was gleaming with sweat.

Seeing the events so fast this ship became boisterous. The crew left their jobs and moved away from Jayaseta, who is now almost standing right in the middle of the ship. Before long, the two soldiers who had attacked Jayaseta were now awake. Soon these soldiers increased by a few more people by coming running around and immediately besieging Jayaseta.

Unlike the two soldiers who were made bounced by Jayaseta earlier, this additional soldier did not wear a striped outfit. Almost all were bare-chested and only wore knee-length pants and jarit. Their heads are covered in different types of head coverings. Some are in the form of iket, some are wearing a headband with a wide cloth. Their bodies are soaked up due to exposure to the sun like fishermen, sailors and people who live on boats. It's just that, even though they look like ordinary sailors, how to hold a spear, a short sword and a dagger shows their guaranteed silat ability.

Their shield and shield also seemed to be adjusted to the fighting style of each soldier. There are small round shields like those of Mataram warriors, some are slightly larger and made of rattan. A few scratches on the body show how much salt acid the martial world has gotten.

From the images of their faces and bodies, at least the average age of more than thirty and forty years, clearly have had a longer experience than Jayaseta. They might be his uncles' age. They may be bouncers hired by people who have the money and power to protect their interests.

When he was measuring the ability of each soldier from the corner of his eyes Jayaseta could see that the leader of the warrior bouncer was standing around him. From the way he stood, acting even giving orders seemed to hold more power than others. Only, Jayaseta saw that the leader who stood more proud than the others had a smoother body than the others. His stomach is also more thick. Fats adorned his body rather than trained clay muscles forged exercises and experiences, especially for a soldier.

True to Jayaseta's estimation, the warrior leader advanced forward a few steps in front of Jayaseta, “Are you the one who people say the Thousand Mask Swordsman?” he told Jayaseta. “Wah, wah, wah .. why does no one say that the swordsman is a young abandoned boy?” said the warrior leader in a haughty and arrogant tone.

The leader of this group of soldiers actually did not have a grim face, only a thick mustache and sideburns adorned his face as if disguising his two lips. His pointed nose like a Persian makes him look a little more handsome than fierce. But his rude and arrogant behavior makes anyone immediately careless. Understandably, he would act as the leader of a group of soldiers. Violence and fierce attitude must be shown if you want to get the respect of both men and opponents.

Turning around the curved short sword in his right hand and banging it against the round shield in his left hand, the leader looked down upon Jayaseta, “As you know, swordsman, you are now on a ship on your way to China. You can't go back. We are the soldiers who are paid to secure the ship from the attacks of the Javanese pirates, Mangkasar or Bugis. We have been well trained to deal with all sorts of dangers. With a famous swordsman like you on this ship, we feel very lucky. Your body will be us later ..”

A TWO!

Not yet had the warrior leader finished his long speech, Jayaseta with incredible speed came forward with his elbows. Although the leader of the soldiers in shock managed to cover his chin from Jayaseta's elbow with his shield, he inevitably bounced two spears and fell sitting on the floor of the ship because of the rapid and powerful attack.

The leader was shocked amazing and instantly roared, “Bags, shithead! Attack her. Kill it! Leave his head for me like the pirates we've killed!” said the leader with anger that overflows even though still in a state of sitting.

The troops are certainly for the sake of seeing this fast incident, especially because it happened to their leaders not immediately attack. They focused their eyes on their enemies in front. A young man who was clearly still under their age. The bare-chested young man's body showed just how tenacious his training and combat experience was. In all that age, the muscles of his body were already well-seen. The wounds on the stomach and the various other scratches all over his body were about the same as the injuries on their own bodies combined into one.

The black flag that covered his mouth and nose left only his two eyes glaring sharply. Not to mention his quick elbow earlier was not an ordinary attack. It could be what people are rumored as the Thousand Mask Swordsman.