The Thousand Mask Warrior

Fong Pak Laoya's

Sasangka shifted slightly so that the slash of the opponent's slash escaped, then quickly pulled the wedhung from the warangkanya. However, instead of directly slashing the enemy who attacked him with a machete, Sasangka instead buried the end of the hilt of his weapon in the ribs of the enemy.

PRAK!

Maybe two broken bones, or more. What is clear, the enemy immediately fell to the wooden floor of the Jung deck.

Three of his colleagues who were not all well acquainted looked at each other, sending out questions. What do they have to do?

Rice has become porridge, it is wet cockerel, thought the Javanese man with a drawn keris. But, he does not want to directly attack himself and may also get bad luck. "Baj*, as*u bunting! Let's kill these people, guys. He has disrupted our show and is now looking for trouble. We kill and attack together. We'll see how good this guy is" he said loudly.

Badik and keris finally together glide eyeing the stomach and chest of the person covered the mouth.

Sasangka took a step back, then twitched nimbly in the narrow passage of the edge of the ship. The stabs carried out together became chaotic, not only because the three did not have the instinct of compactness in attacking, but also because Sasangka was very controlling the battlefield. Sasangka knew the ins and outs of the ship for many years. Not to mention the ability of silat and new moves that he mastered, fox and apply this.

Suddenly Sasangka had slipped and was behind the three attackers who crashed into each other.

When the attackers turned around, Sasangka did not even need to pull out the other two wedhungnya. He only tracks down the knee of an attacker then kneels his chin when he falls and has not had time to shout.

Others ... Sasangka caught the arm, pulled it, nudged it then thrust their bodies into another. The swaying jung due to the waves and narrow space even makes it easier for Sasangka to move. The three-step course is very powerful and simple but deadly.

"I don't even have to take out the wedhung let alone use it actually. They are just weak puppets who are brave enough," Sasangka thought.

He put the wedhung into his scabbard back and gave a final kick to the face of one of the robbers who had fallen to his knees on the floor.

Sassangka mumbul jumped chipped back to the top floor with a light movement of cotton and disappeared.

The herds of robbers who came later because their friends did not return were even aghast to watch their new colleagues lying in the narrow lane of the edge of the ship. They slowly dispersed, pretending to be unfamiliar with each other. Especially when the ship's bodyguards come and see this and find out what really happened.

***

Pratiwi opened his eyes and saw clouds in the sky while he lay swaying slowly over the river.

He glanced up and looked at Yu's face from below. The man was busy paddling the boat and looking around. Pratiwi decides not to disturb Yu, though he realizes that his grandfather, Karsa, is not in the boat with them.

It did not take long for Pratiwi to fumble about the incident before he came to his senses. He even immediately tried to guess what happened to his grandfather. He quickly then already had some possibilities for the answer. But he kept it in his heart only at this time and again closed his eyes, feeling the pain all over his body that exploded but still forced silent nailing like before he realized. Before long Pratiwi was completely asleep.

***

The Chinese Hakka tribe will not be flocking to Tanjung Pura Island this part of the West one hundred years later. However, Fong Pak had been wandering since the age of 25 with his nineteen regional colleagues by walking Han Jiang to Shantao, along the Champa coast. He had stopped and sought his fortune to the Sultanate of Johor and the Riau islands a few years before anchoring on the island of Tanjung Pura. He is now 37 years old.

All of his colleagues believed in this young man because he was known as a Laoya; a shaman, fortune teller and healer, from a very young age. Fong Pak himself was constantly shown and shadowed by the vision in his dream.

He initially did not want to invite anyone, because he thought that the dream was a call of responsibility or the will of the sky. It's just, hearing the word 'gold', who is not tempted. His Chinese compatriots with confidence and tend to be arrogant because they feel they have the power to ask to go with him.

On the border between the Dai Viet and Champa kingdoms, they had to face the Dai Viet warriors who disliked the Chinese, especially under the Ming dynasty.

Two of their comrades were killed at the hands of the Dai Viet warriors because of a careless fight.

In Champa, two other comrades were also killed by confronting Champa Muslim soldiers who ambushed them for illegal and unauthorized business in the Champa kingdom.

However, Fong Pak continued on his pendiria completing his 'golden' call. Although once again, when it reached the territory of the Sambas Sultanate, an unlucky incident happened to them. A misunderstanding ensued so that three of their comrades were again killed in a battle with the imperial guards who were the people of Daya.

The rest that has arrived on this island can not survive and scattered to various regions. Fong Pak was undaunted because the ray of truth had saved him. He went boating all the way to Sukadana kingdom.

In this place, for three years, he became a Laoya who brought the spirits of ancestors to the temple worship on the river bank and became a healer for the people around while waiting for the 'callation.

As he was sweeping the courtyard of the shrine of the wood dyed in bright red and yellow built on the bank of the river, he saw a faraway sampan. There was a Chinese man dressed in Malay or Javanese on it. The man suddenly got off the boat carrying someone, the woman thought, who was unconscious.

Fong Pak Laoya took off the broomstick he was holding and ran to meet those who were clearly in need of help. As a healer, he has sensitivity to circumstances and people who need help. As a Laoya, Wangsit dropped right in both eyes when he saw the reflection of sunlight on the sweaty forehead of the Chinese man.

The reflection of the sunlight on Yu's forehead was golden in color.

***

Jayaseta pressed her palms against Dara Cempaka's chest. The flow of his inner energy he channeled through his arms, urging into his wife's body.

Jayaseta continued to restructure and concentrate his mind only on giving energy in his pure warmth to Dara Cempaka. He refused to think bad things about what could happen to his wife.

The energy in Jayaseta unexpectedly turned out to have reached levels and levels that were twice as high as before. Not the energy in the destroyer, but the pure energy of the healer.

Dara Cempaka's stiff and cold body suddenly warmed and lithe.

Dara Cempaka coughed and woke up sitting suddenly, making Jayaseta open her eyes and stop her treatment.

Dara Cempaka woke up and breathed slowly. She looked at her husband's face and hugged him.

Jayaseta hugs back. "You're back, my wife," he said short. Dara Cempaka did not reply, trying to endure the cry of haru and the great relief of having been saved by the swordsman, Jayaseta, the husband himself.