The Thousand Mask Warrior

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Jaka Pasirluhur has been able to sit, stand and walk around the building where it was treated since a few days ago. He refused to lie down and rest too much. His puffed hands were still throbbing, sometimes making him pale, having trouble eating and having trouble sleeping. But he did not want to let his body weak and lose. He still had one hand to hold the weapon and assault the enemy. His job of protecting his mistress would not be completed as long as he was still breathing. Especially considering Almira, her princess was still pregnant very young. How could he lie on the bed?

On this beautiful morning in Kota Gede, Mataram, Jaka Pasirluhur came out of the house and stretched all the muscles of his body. It was already the tenth day for him to retrain himself before his muscles became sagging and his stomach was bulging.

There is no praise of the Celestial Jew who is worthy of him to pin. There's no I'm not no crib. For ten days he has also tried to adjust the movements of the moves he has mastered and used before with his present condition. But it turns out for a silat swordsman, hands are like tails on animals that help balance.

The missing palm and fingers of his left hand made his movements so strange. He tried to hit, kick and do the steps of his Kudu Langit style, but everything seemed to be powerless. He took out a piece of wood to serve as a weapon, swinging it into the air as if facing an opponent. However, instead of attacking an opponent who is a warrior or swordsman, his sabetage is more like mowing grass or wild weeds only.

Therefore, on the ninth day of his training, he gave up using a sharp weapon of the type of sword, cleaver, let alone kudi and caluk. The piece of wood he used for the practice of kanuragan already represents the use of weapons aimed at cutting and chopping opponents.

Yesterday Jaka Pasirluhur found a piece of bamboo with a pointed tip. This is how he now trains himself.

The puncture turned out to be more powerful and quite concise when he did not have two complete hands. Amazingly, this time he thought that the bamboo slats of his grasp did not have to represent anything. It should be bamboo, not a spear or any other weapon.

Jaka Pasirluhur laughed softly. He remembered Jayaseta. Her husband was indeed a swordsman choose a match. Not only his extraordinary silat moves, but also the ability to adjust and process movements and weapons that are around him.

Not a few warriors who are petenteng challengers by boasting their special weapons or special moves. The weapons were adored so that they became the hallmark of the swordsman. This of course includes himself who confidently bought himself with the title of Sang Kudi Langit.

Jaka Pasirluhur laughed again. How old he was a childish warrior, he thought.

He looked at the pointed bamboo slats that he held. He grabbed the horses and slid forward. The bamboo prick is done short but fast. Occasional long attacks accompanied by long and roaring steps.

Jaka Pasirluhur suddenly felt that his balance had returned, although not perfect. It turns out that there are certain movements that are powerful and powerful to paralyze the enemy and hit the target faster, even than when both hands are still intact.

Sweat drenched his face and chest. The spirit re-settled within him while the sadness, disappointment and despair bubbled up along with all his frustration into the air.

Jaka Pasirluhur has no more burden. Today, the tenth day since he was treated for the bodily wounds he suffered, he finds himself again, but with a new presentation.

In the past, the arrogant Jaka Pasirluhur, the jumawa, the takabur, the self-love and the drunkard, has disappeared with the piece of his left hand. He will not stop being a warrior. Not now, not later, not yet.

***

The giant Jung finally sailed back to split the ocean. However, Jayaseta is no longer alone this time.

Narendra had already brightly installed a long stick for his trident spear eyes. He had a weapon that was clearly visible. "Well, we're going to war, aren't we?" he said one day.

The bed, the man whose body was adorned with the figure of the Visaya, resembled the people of Power, tucking a pair of rattan and ginunting sticks, the sword curving forward, at his waist.

So this time, the voyage was clearly very different for King Nio. In addition to containing people and great warriors, he himself had a purpose again. Engage in the important journey of a warrior choose a match whose name is famous, famous and famous on the island of Java, Tanjung Pura, and soon maybe Johor, Malacca, and, the entire archipelago even reached foreign countries such as Pattani and Ayutthaya. He touched the wound that was hardly felt anymore. He also looked at the long stick he used as a weapon, with an excited look.

***

On top of the wooden hall, in a private room that was swayed by the waves on the deck of the giant jungle Dara Cempaka hugged Jayaseta tightly, not wanting to let go. The sweet young girl was no longer hesitant to vent her romance and love for her husband.

His admiration for Jayaseta since the first time he met, actually made him tormented day and night. When this taste is reciprocated to the same extent by Jayaseta, Dara Cempaka may want to reject it.

The fact that she is a second wife does not change her feelings and her assumptions about the handsome swordsman.

"Abang Jayaseta, isn't all this a hassle to your brother and the others?" muttered Dara Cempaka short on Jayaseta's chest.

"You still think like that? Do you still doubt my sense of responsibility, Dara?" answer Jayaseta.

"Ah, certainly not like that, brother. Frankly, I just wanted to ask and convince myself to come back. I'm worried about troubling the others. Mom's dad was pretty upset that he couldn't do much to help me. Dad, especially, became upset because even Datuk who came, even though he was old and impressed continue to look for trouble. In fact, I understand the ability of Datuk. Not to mention he had to talk to Sukadana royal officials to bid for Datuk's place as a prisoner. It's fortunate that big names brother and King Nio were able to convince father and mother that we will be able to complete this journey" recalls Dara Cempaka.

"It's true that Datuk is controlling our departure, Dara. I had so mischievously forgotten who Datuk was, especially in his youth. The great silat is the result of forging and years of experience in the Malay state. Johor, Malacca, Riau, to Pattani where are the names that are familiar to him, which to me is still green is completely foreign. We're gonna be okay, Dara. Your healing, not for yourself. You should also start thinking of me as your husband, who will also be the father of our children" Jayaseta reassured Dara.

"I never forget that, brother," replied Dara Cempaka quietly, barely audible from a hint of embarrassment. Her sweet face flushed red, making Jayaseta even more anxious.

"One thing I'm worried about, Dara," Jayaseta said suddenly.

"What is that, brother?" Dara Cempaka was also suddenly confused with the words of the husband.

"Right now I don't feel like a swordsman, Dara. You know I'm afraid of water, don't you? My head started to lighten and my stomach felt strange. In the meantime, you're gonna have to take care of me, right?" answer Jayaseta.

Dara Cempaka smiled amusedly, relieved that the thing that Jayaseta was worried about was not anything that needed to be truly feared. "Then I was holding you tight, brother Jayaseta."