The Thousand Mask Warrior

The Leader

The astonished troops saw this incident did not remain silent for too long because of the leader, who, the goosey-nosed kingpin has been screaming ordering them to attack the swordsman who in an unbelievable way managed to make Kali from Bisaya collapsed unconscious, “Let's attack him, he said, imbecile! What are you waiting for, heh?! Beat with your rattan until he or she******so porridge. Could you lose to that seasick loser,” his orders with anger to his men.

Jayaseta was soon under siege. There are many lessons he has learned today. His regret is because he was tricked by food vendors in stores in the port of Cerbon while he had to hold it first. His life is at the end of the horn.

Defeating Katilapan takes him to the next level in this fight. He had to defeat all his bullies who were still armed with rattan. If he succeeds in beating them, his body will feel a much greater torment than directly split by the sword or die pierced by keris right in the heart.

He complained of nausea in his stomach as well as dizziness that is still pounding on the space of his head. The waves that hit the ship made his legs wobble. Inevitably he had to strengthen his horses and relax all his muscles to use all that was to his advantage.

Jayaseta knows now with certainty that the kick is not the right attack motion used on a speeding ship. The balance of the body will be a victim if he focuses the attack on the kick, no matter how powerful the kick is. Instead he humbled his horses, walked short, turned, rolled and attacked with both hands holding a rattan with his back resting on speed. That's what he did.

The three warriors who had used daggers attacked Jayaseta like iron chains. The turns were however carried out so quickly that each attack was like many times over. The archer from the Malay land jumped back and forth towards Jayaseta's head. While one soldier who had been holding a shield thrust his bread towards Jayaseta's chest.

Their quick attacks with low horses and down attacks have been successfully controlled by Jayaseta as well. What happens is that this battle can run long and exciting. Jayaseta does not see that. A fight is not a place to show off. He had enough time to face the bed. The further away he is from the land, the more restless his soul is. Swordsman as great as Jayaseta can also feel anxious and frightened. It's time he finished this fight.

The three-stringed dagger chain attack was successfully decided. The secret is that their attacks tend to be repetitive and multilayered. When one last man carried out the attack Jayaseta was able to read it so that one soldier was sprawled with a bruise on his shoulder. The two colleagues also got each of them one sabetage gift on their heads.

Before his bullies recovered and attacked Jayaseta again, he had already smashed their legs, thighs, waist, shoulders and head. PLAQUE, PLAQUE, PLAQUE, PLAQUE ... !!

The sound of the second sabetage of rattan in Jayaseta's hand was heard clearly when the blades conquered the attackers who then fell on the floor of the deckboard while complaining. Hardly any collisions between rattan occur.

Jayaseta is attacking with incredible speed. Rattan-rotan in their hands had also been thrown somewhere. Jayaseta himself remained in the horses and his watchful observation. Look around to see who else is ready to fight or maybe suddenly support him.

Wait a minute, there's still one soldier standing. He did not hold any more rattan, but had already changed a sword and shield held by his side limply. Although he stood up, his body and face sagged, as if strength and spirit had evaporated somewhere. He was the leader of the soldiers.

Jayaseta drove the attack towards the leader of the horde of soldiers who hit the ship. He does not want to take bad chances. He could no longer get a surprise. Enough of his body feels crushed beaten rattan, seasickness and still a little under the influence of poison. If the kingpin-cheeked leader is a great champion, he must exhaust himself again, and this is another bad possibility.

“Ampun swordsman, ampuun ...!”

Jayaseta held back her pace abruptly. He then frowned. His astonished face was not seen by anyone on the deck because the mouth cover he made a substitute mask was still wearing.

How not, instead of this warrior leader who was so arrogant and arrogant? Now he's shrunk like a cat in a pond. Suddenly the leader of the pongah had released his shield and sword on the floor and slumped to worship Jayaseta. And begged Jayaseta to stop attacking him.

Jayaseta stayed close but slowly, worried that this astonishing event was a surprise again. Maybe the leader wants to fool Jayaseta outright? But it seems clear that the leader was shaking violently in fear, even though he was now trying to stand up.

“Ampun, pardon .. I beg you, I will do anything, kisanak. I will ask this ship to turn the bow,” he said in a voice that shook just like his body.

“Please don't need to attack me. I got the stint today. Whatever the swordsman wants, I definitely do,” continued the leader in a voice that shook violently.

Jayaseta is getting closer. The leader again collapsed to his knees, almost like worshiping again.

“What's wrong with you? Don't you want to cut off my head?” jayaseta said behind the cover of her mouth.

“No kisanak, no .. I unplug all my words. Anyway I will do whatever the kids want,” said the leader who is now completely worshipping in front of Jayaseta.

“You coward!” Jayaseta.

“Yes, I am a coward. Actually their old leader I accidentally killed. They suddenly became obedient to me. I don't even have martial skills at all,” said the warrior leader as he cried now, “I'm purely just a merchant, kisanak,” he said again as quickly as possible explained to Jayaseta.

His subordinate soldiers who were half conscious because they were still in pain to beat Jayaseta earlier now became one hundredth conscious. They wake up one by one despite the remaining strength due to dizziness and pain in some parts of their bodies but are generally fine. This made them hear all the words of their leader. Even Katilapan also suddenly realized and inevitably joined in hearing everything.

The leader continued to cry and plead with Jayaseta. Jayaseta himself is still in a state of complete awareness. This fact seems too strange to believe.

He then removed the two rattan he held. The leader then looked relieved. A smile was almost created on his face when instead of attacking, Jayaseta instead drove with an invisible speed towards him while giving a hard blow.

DAG!

Jayaseta's punch, unleashed with no inner force, struck the leader's chest and sent him three spears away and tumbling backwards. This is just an ordinary fist. Someone with magic must have been able to avoid this attack, or at least he would not have been thrown that far.

The leader fell down while stroking his chest quickly. Looks like he felt the spicy and painful Jayaseta's fist. With great difficulty he tried to stand up while still trying to speak, pleading with Jayaseta not to continue his attack.

Jayaseta himself then rushed towards the leader with the cheek of the gembil before the leader could stand. This time he jumped up and was about to trace the head or neck of the leader, this time with a little extra energy in.

The leader fell back and closed his eyes and a stifled cry.

Jayaseta immediately restrained his attack just before the sole of his foot struck the leader's face.

Now Jayaseta realized that it was true that the leader of the mercenary horde was not a digdaya. A swordsman will not pretend like that, especially if he understands that an attack by his enemy is an attack that can endanger his life.

If he is a swordsman, his sensitivity will encourage his body to move instinctively against attacks and danger to avoid or strike back. But what's going on? As great as a swordsman, he will not let his head open to be trampled for free by the enemy with unquestionable magic.

“Ampuun young swordsman, ampuun ..” said the leader again when he realized Jayaseta canceled his attack.

“Backed! So that was the truth all along? You cheated us!” said Katilapan who was conscious even though his body felt bruised, suddenly. He watched the incident from the beginning he came to his senses and heard everything their leader said.

When he felt he could stand up straight, he rushed towards the leader with his rotational blade. Seeing this Jayaseta jumped forward and hit Katilapan's shoulder and pushed him with a certain force so that the bed was pushed a few steps back.

When Katilapan's attack failed, another soldier with a three-layer twisted headband suddenly had already replaced the rattan in his hand with his two-hasta trident-eyed spear. This time he intends to cut down the leader who has made them ashamed. It was certain that his subordinates felt such great shame for having long been deceived by a leader who had absolutely no magic and possessed an extraordinarily cowardly nature. He was determined to kill the leader.

Jayaseta was also the second time not to let this happen. As the soldier slid forward, slamming his trident into the chest or head of the leader still on the floor of the deck, Jayaseta slipped and crossed both legs towards the attacker. As a result, the soldier fell down. Although he could easily get back up, he suddenly stopped altogether to see Jayaseta. This time his view did not look hateful towards Jayaseta, instead there was a look of respect and obedience that came suddenly. He nodded and retreated.

Jayaseta looked around. As if bewitched, the three dagger warriors who had also grasped their daggers instead of rattan anymore, as well as the Malay head-bound archer who had also held his bow all felt no need to act any further in the meantime.

Jayaseta set his sights on the leader who was clenching with teary eyes in his custody so as not to spill, “Wake up! What's your name?” jayaseta asked the leader.

“Eh ... eh .. My name is Bandi, kisanak,” replied the leader while wiping away her tears. He then tried to stand with the eyes of all his former subordinate soldiers in anger.

“What is your real name, impostor?!” yell Katilapan.

Jayaseta himself only looked sharply at the leader in silence.

Feeling bad and guts shrivel, Bandi then admitted honestly, “My name is actually Badra, young man.”

“What is your best honesty?” another shout from one of the three dagger warriors loudly.

“Badranaya, Badranaya my name, Sasangka ..”

“Badranaya? You have a good name,” Jayaseta said back.

“I'm actually just a businessman from Gresik, a swordsman. I don't have any kind of canuagan science. While I was being robbed, I accidentally killed their leader who also happened to be heavily drunk. He got his own keris.

When they came, they saw as if I had killed the leader. With deceit, I was forced to play the role of a fighter as a swordsman choose a match and lead them,” Badra said smoothly without being broken like earlier.

“Ah .. basic in Dungu si Jaka. Already we say that we do not rob anymore and stay away from arak.****** he is also silly. Indeed, he had not deserved to be a leader of” this time the arrow swordsman who spoke.

All the members of the mercenaries showed an annoyed attitude with this incident. They also seem to feel stupid with all the things they went through under the leadership of Badranaya who claimed to be named Bandi.

“Kisaak,” Badra told Jayaseta. “I am aware of my mistake. Whether I want to be flanked by me, I leave it to your wise decision as a swordsman whose name is no longer nonsense.”

“You are too much nonsense! If you really intend to resign with anything that will be done by us, let me just slash your head, hiaaattt!”

“Kesuma, wait!”

The cries of prevention from late bedding. The soldier named Kesuma, who is also one of the three dagger warriors, has been hunting forward and jumping high want to cut Badra. On the other hand, in order to see an angry attack from their colleagues who could not be held back, Sasangka and another dagger-dagger also followed pouring towards Badra.

Jayaseta did not remain silent. With lightning fast he jumped against Kesuma with his knees. Kesuma fell backwards. Not because of Jayaseta's deadly attack, more to the surprise of Jayaseta still resisted the attacks of former Badra's men so as not to kill the man who had been their leader.

So also with Sasangka the back rolled because of his feet in Jayaseta football, while one more friend got a kick on the shoulder. All attacks are not deadly, only they are done very quickly with the element of surprise.

“Listen all!” jayaseta's voice boomed. He removed his face cover.

“I don't want anyone to die on this ship. I don't allow anyone to kill each other, how upset you are with this Badra. You guys got it?”

All speechless.

Two of the ship's soldiers who were unconscious have now recovered and are confused by what happened. They themselves looked around, and to be safe immediately retreated far from the field of battle.

Jayaseta again looked at Badra sharply, “Uncle Badra, how long has uncle led them?”

Badra was shocked, not just because Jayaseta suddenly asked him sharply, but the use of the word uncle addressed to him. Doesn't this show him respect and appreciation?

Shy and stammered he replied ”Su .. already more than two warsa, swordsman.”

“Well, during that time, how many times has Uncle Badra acted badly on uncle's men?” this question seemed to be addressed more to his men.

“Did uncle ever direct uncle's men back to the situation and my man is bad as the leader of Jaka? Robbing, killing, drunkenness, or playing girls?”

“Eh, uh .. I can't answer for sure, swordsman. But, but ... to my knowledge, I'm trying to find a job that keeps them away from bad guys like .... as in their past.”

“But you will deceive us, Bandi. ... Badra con man I mean?!”

“Wait for you not to cut first, Mahendra,” Katilapan back to hold the anger of one of their members, namely Mahendra, the last of the three dagger warriors. Apparently, after the leader, Katilapan was the second person to have a well-respected place in their group.

“I don't want to interfere in your affairs. But you can't kill each other. I want us to get back to Cerbon harbor. I know you guys feel stupid for being lied to all this time. But look at your problems, you should be aware, however, that Badra was once your leader who led with a man who kept you away from the evil you no longer wanted to do in your time with your other leaders,” said Jayaseta at length.

“Kisaak, my name is Karsan. I'm starting to understand what you mean. However, Badra is ours, our right to decide the most appropriate punishment for him. However, we promise there will be no bloodshed on this ship,” said Karsan, the archer.

“I understand that too, I trust you. Already from the first, you guys are trying to avoid to kill me.”

“Ah, for that we also apologize, swordsman. I don't know who's the fool who's trying to make you a slave. My name is Narendra, kisanak. I know our work may not be so right. Become a mercenary, act rudely without thinking first. But we are always dealing with crime and violence. That's the only job we can do. Much better than robbing and killing like before.”

Katilapan also spoke up, “We will hear what you want, kisanak. As a child much younger than us, yet possessing such a capable kanuragan science, it is impossible for us to see the jumawa warriors before you. Just like Narendra, we really apologize for all our behavior earlier.” The other four members of the group also expressed almost concurrent signs, although their views were still sharply directed towards Badra.

“Kakang Narendra and Kakang Katilapan, I fully understand, there is no need for you to discuss the problem again. Uncle Badra's problem I leave to you, I'm sure you'll solve it wisely. You know I'm seasick? Without you I could die in the ocean, so please return me to the land of the backstoats.”

Jayaseta was pushing down on the floor, looking exhausted. He breathed deep air, then laughed.

His so relaxed attitude was transmitted directly to the deck. Slowly all the members of the ship's hired soldiers laughed. Followed by the two bewildered ship warriors who laughed out loud shamelessly and without knowing what was happening, as long as they were safe. Badra himself grinned strangely, feeling unwell and bewildered by his fate.

Suddenly Jayaseta stood up to see Badra's face. Badra was surprised not to be dumbfounded, afraid of the changes that occurred in the swordsman's facial lines.

“Paman ...”

“I .. yes ... yes, swordsman ..”

“Uncle, I am Jayaseta.”

Badra was confused. What does it mean that the warrior says this all of a sudden?

“Uncle, uncle Badranaya. Abdul Gofur, I'm Jayaseta, your niece, uncle. Your child, uncle!”

Badra looked at Jayaseta's level. Then he rested and covered his two faces, “Ya Gusti Allah, want where my face was laid.”