The Thousand Mask Warrior

Four Malay Gayong Tigers

It took half a day to fully explain the reason for their trip. This does not include the trinkets of the story so add another half a day to describe the life experience of Datuk Mas Kuning since his escape from the punishment of Pranggi Malacca troops until he lived in Sukadana and became part of the kingdom on the island of Tanjung Pura.

"So are you really what they say the Thousand Mask Swordsman, young man?" baharuddin Labbiri asked Jayaseta with a look of amazement but full of investigation.

Jayaseta did not answer. He doesn't know how to respond.

"You understand that you can't just believe, can you?" baharuddin Labbiri continued with a pair of his naughty eyes. "The "title of shortness that has been pinned upon you has reached this land long before you land. Ah, but even then if it is true that you are the Thousand Mask Swordsman as your own adoptive father said," he continued.

Jayaseta keeps her smile. He understood what the middle-aged male guest master was trying to convey. So Jayaseta refused to make small talk again. "Mr Labbiri. I know that this house has become a means of silat training the Malay students and youth to nurture not only the culture, but also the secrets of kanuragan science. However, not until now, the Malays and anyone who still plays silat and kanuragan science will get punishment from the Pranggi government if caught practicing let alone doing martial arts?"

Baharuddin Labbiri chuckled. "It may have been the last ten or maybe twenty years that the Pranggi government relaxed their rules and laws. They are no longer chasing after fighters and people who play this martial art even when they are found playing in public spaces. There are several reasons why this happens. First, obviously, they do not feel silat and the fighters as the biggest threat anymore. Cannons, beds and fire powder were the more trouble they feared. Second, Walanda is their main concern. As a trade rival, Walanda has been seen embracing the shoulders of Johor and Riau. Not to mention in the eastern part of the archipelago, they also began to stick their nails in countries that are hostile to Pranggi. In short, let's not hesitate, nakmas Jayaseta. We'll fight for a moment."

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Everyone was eagerly awaiting this incident. Again Jayaseta had to show his greatness, exploring the science of kanuragan with people who can be ascertained also not haphazard canuragannya science. Dara Cempaka smiled faintly. It was impossible for him to worry about his husband. He sometimes alpa that he paired with one of the swordsmen select a match that beat either how many great warriors even the heroes and evil champions or robbers of magic. Adding a gayong martial artist was no big deal, he thought.

"Well, nakmas. You need to know, you do not underestimate you let alone try not to believe the fact that the man in front of you is an accomplished swordsman. Let's just say you want to try your magic as a payment for the help or services you want to ask for. In addition, you want to show your own father-in-law, your grandfather-in-law, that he is not wrong to have chosen you as the successor of the gayong silat he left in Malacca," baharuddin Labbiri.

It had been a full day Jayaseta settled in the mansion belonging to the middle-aged man of Bugis blood. There have been many stories told, both from his side, Datuk Mas Kuning and his entourage and of course also from the corner of Baharuddin Labbiri. Although a full day was unable to explain in detail all the stories, a little Jayaseta understood the situation, including trying to understand the figure of a Labbiri.

"What would you use now? Silat gayong Kedah, Kelantan, Terengganu or Pattani?" cercah Jayaseta looks not to cover his spirit. He now stands on a field in the middle of a cluster of houses owned by Baharuddin Labbiri. The students who always practice dance and silat art every day are now standing on the edges of the medium-sized field, lined up and leaning against the wall.

Jayaseta was wearing long-sleeved silk clothes without buttons and a rope and trousers wrapped around a holster on her waist. His head was wrapped in Malay-style cloth.

Baharuddin Labbiri no longer chuckles, he now laughs loosely. "Father accept your spirit, Jayaseta. But, like a match against a great enemy, you will try you first with your greatest disciples before you reach you. Well, you don't think this is a problem for you, do you?" those pair of middle-aged parents eyes still looked mischievously shiny. Just like when he was a child, Datuk Mas Kuning thought smilingly.

"Four Malay Gayong Tigers, come here!" exclaim the old-aged.

"Hamid the Tiger of Kedah, Zainal the Tiger of Terengganu, Mansur Tiger of Kelantan and Yunus Tiger of Pattani will satisfy your learning desire, Jayaseta. You will also see firsthand how well you have taught yourself" said Labhiri.

The four disciples that the Tiger rode in looked at each other in confusion. "You mean Tun Guru Labbiri, we have to fight with this stranger?" asked Hamid the Tiger of Kedah with a look of astonished face but underestimated the enemy.

"Well, you have not fought, you have looked down upon and judged others. I want you to serve the thirst of this honored guest of mine. No one can be judged on their strength only from the surface and appearance alone," said Baharuddin Labbiri.

The four superior disciples were still looking at each other and not sure what to do.

"Hamid, you are the first to face a stranger who is one of the guests of your Master Tun. Please all of you mean it. Teach a meaningful lesson to that person, as well as to yourself. Show me how far my teachings have been successfully absorbed and follow" cried Baharuddin Labbiri.

Hamid the Tiger of Kedah, young-faced but growing up it also shows the hardness of his heart. Seen once Hamid is a young man full of passion and high desire. Looking at Jayaseta made her heart flutter. He wants to finish the game as soon as possible. He does not want to be pitted arbitrarily with people who are not found out about his background and juntrungan. Not a warrior worthy of his face.

Instead of spending time, he had to simultaneously finish the fight so that the teacher could see how great he was. The pride of the teacher is becoming more visible.

"I'm sorry, buddy. My name is Jayaseta, from Java. But before going to Malacca, I departed from Sukadana with my wife and friends and relatives. Actually I want to learn from your teacher, Mr. Baharuddin Labbiri. But instead of directly showing me the silat moves of Kedah, Kelantan, Terengganu and Pattani, Mr. Labbiri instead asked to face you and your colleagues one by one. Please guide, brother. Please do not hesitate," cerocos Jayaseta who has unconsciously been mastered the spirit of learning new knowledge.

Hamid gritted his teeth. He could not stand the arrogance of this unknown person. How could it be, the teacher's guest was acting this frivolous. Let alone to face his three Tiger companions, let alone get to Tun Master Labbiri, in front of him alone, this person would be finished in one or two moves only.

Jayaseta does sound annoying and arrogant, even though he honestly wants to learn. He does not intend to demean and underestimate the opponent in front of him, but indeed Jayaseta is a swordsman with a different level. Sometimes he is not aware of what he has said to the opponent.

Jayaseta saluted Hamid the Tiger of Kedah by clenching both palms in front of his chest. Ready to take lessons. Silat gayong Kedah, how is the form of the movement and the elements of the nurse? Not a breath of Jayaseta's respect, Hamid did not want to mince words and instead used the opportunity for Jayaseta's unpreparedness by launching a lightning attack.

His right leg slid forward, while his elbow folded ready to stab Jayaseta in the chest. Hamid's right-footed thump on the ground showed an attack with great and earnest force.