The Thousand Mask Warrior

The Kelantan Tiger

The day is getting uphill. But it looks like the universe is also happy with the spectacle of fighting swordsmen figures in a field in the middle of a cluster of Malay-style house buildings with elements of Pranggi and Chinese bule.

Mansur, the thick-bodied man took his turn. It seems that his age is the oldest compared to others, even older than Jayaseta. There was nothing on his mind. He could not be said to be shriveled or afraid, nor did he dare to die. He was more upset because he was curious about who he was dealing with. The teacher gave no explanation, not even a hint. He and all the students already know that since yesterday the teacher has come a special guest group. All day long they were busy telling stories, not knowing what it was about. But Mansur did not expect that this group of people is most likely warriors, the perpetrators of science of empowerment.

The harbor is still sounded by the students as an introduction to the fight. These sounds always accompany the training time of the students where the practice of Malay Gayong Silat becomes integrated with the art of dance, which as is known history, it is a form of deception to the Pranggi people on the true and true form of martial arts deadly silat.

"I'm Mansur, Jayaseta's Swordsman. Please prepare. Let me forge Silat Gayong with your moves. Introduce this undeserved nickname, my brother: The Kelantan Tiger," Mansur said. His two arms that contained clenched palms in front of his chest. He lowered his head, but a pair of eyes fixed on Jayaseta.

Jayaseta saluted Mansur. "Thank you for sharing your knowledge, my brother, Mansur," Jayaseta said with an honest and non-advanced appreciation for making small talk.

Mansur opened the horses with flowers. His legs are low, constantly moving: crossed, turning, shifting, stepping, sometimes a little jumping.

Both hands are still played. His fingers wiggled open shut, as well as his palms moved by his wrists and shoulders. Even his head was also moving.

Mansur looks a lot like a man dancing. Perhaps it can be said that this Mansur silat style is close to the application of silat pulut.

Mansur advanced quickly, bluffing, then retreated and went back to doing those pretty complicated silat flowers.

Jayaseta responded to Mansur's bluff by trying one attacking move. Mansur retreated by twirling and flicking his arms to dodge and fend off.

Jayaseta then also had to retreat when Mansur gave the attack trick again, twice even. Both arms continued to swirl like they were about to attack, but in reality no punches were released.

Jayaseta watched every step and hand movement of the flowers so crowded and complicated, until finally the attack of Mansur came.

Mansur butted toward Jayaseta's stomach, wrapped his hands around the enemy's waist, then raised Jayaseta's body to slam him.

With trained speed and sensitivity, Jayaseta restrained Mansur's arms and back, but the unpredictable movement had already hit Jayaseta. So, he flexed his body and then released himself right before his body was smashed into the earth.

The sighs of the spectators were heard loudly through the sound of the windmill and the hornets were timid.

Mansur played back his silat flowers. He patted his own thighs, shoulders and arms. Both of his legs twitched, spun and then advanced rapidly.

Mansur lowered his head then tried to hold Jayaseta's arm which immediately pulled him over, but Mansur again held Jayaseta's wrist, then one hand was placed propped up to the thigh. In one loud jolt, playing with his hips, waist and upper chest, Mansur threw Jayaseta.

The Thousand Mask Warrior follows the direction of the Mansur throw. He chipped into the air and then rolled on the ground.

A loud clap was heard all over the field in the middle of the cluster of houses. All eyes witnessed that Mansur somehow managed to 'touch' Jayaseta, even though his attack had not yet completely knocked Jayaseta to the earth. Mansur's resistance with his unusual silat style seemed to give a fierce resistance to the swordsman they did not know.

Jayaseta smile. Mansur apparently did not have a punch in his silat movement. Cushions and locks are the main moves. Jayaseta feels a little familiar with this kind of fighting style.

He stood slightly bent without showing any meaningful horses, making the audience more curious about how to picnic.

Mansur on the opposite side has re-spinned his wrist and played his steps. His arms sometimes stretch out sometimes docked.

All held their breath, especially their Gayong Malay Mansur Tiger counterparts. They understood that if Mansur managed to carry out this attack, Jayaseta would be thrown into the air and crashed into the earth. The result will be truly remarkable for the victim.

Jayaseta's body lifted. Just as Mansur was about to slam him, Jayaseta slammed the free leg knee into Mansur's waist, leaving him jolted by the pain radiating to his brain. Jayaseta then hit Mansur's back with elbows so that his body was bowed. As a result, Jayaseta's body was lifted.

It was then that Jayaseta grabbed Mansur's arm from the inside, twisted his own body quickly and used a stomp through the hip, slamming Mansur.

The stocky body containing the muscle crashed into the ground violently.

Mansur took a breath, not too eager to get up. He lay on his back with pain all over his body, especially his back.

This is the pay for his success 'touching' and almost succeeding in attacking Jayaseta. Mansur not only felt shame, but also pain that could not be said to be small.

He really learned a lesson today.

Hamid the Tiger of Kedah claimed to lose because of laughter and reluctant to fight because he knew the result, that he could be beaten all out and may be seriously injured. Zainal the Tiger Terengganu died a step, losing decisively because his moves had been read out. Mansur on the other hand was beaten.

His main mistake is that he thinks that the enemy will fight with his fighting style, namely dings and locks. Jayaseta taught and realized that the enemy would fight with whatever style and style he could and wanted. Jayaseta does not want to just play around by imitating and replying to Mansur attacks in a similar style. Mansur.

Unfortunately, Jayaset did give a burden on the knee and elbow attacks by draining a little energy in.

The warriors of Baharuddin Labbiri's students are not ordinary fighters. Both of the previous warriors defeated Jayaseta with proper lessons. Mansur defeated Jayaseta with additional energy.

Silat Gayong Kelantan which was controlled by Mansur from the teacher is known as Silat Fall. These beautiful flowers of hand movements and silat footsteps have a thousand and one tricks.

These silat flowers are intended to hide the horses, angle of attack or as a feeder of the opponent's attack. Not infrequently, the fighter accidentally opened certain body parts that are vulnerable to attack to then trap and trap the enemy.

Blows and kicks tend to be almost unused. Mansur's superiority should lie in defense by luring Jayaseta to then lock and slam or drop him. But Mansur was less cautious, thinking Jayaseta was stuck in his game despite the opposite.

The fighting style of Silat Fall is indeed quite different from other Malay Gayong Silat, considering that Kelantan is one of the Malay countries that has its own characteristics that distinguish it from the surrounding Malay country. Kelantan has a slightly different Malay dialect, including the food and culture that Pattani strongly influenced as well as the country of Siam.

Although in 1499 AD Kelantan became a vassal state of Malacca, its position changed when Malacca fell to Pranggi in 1511 AD. During that time Kelantan was led by landlords or powerful figures who alternated and dutifully by paying taxes and tributes to the Sultanate of Pattani. Now, Kelantan can be said to be part of the power and influence of Pattani.

Jayaseta approached Mansur and extended his hand. Mansur grabbed it and Jayaseta helped lift it up.

"When you can still get up and fight me, my brother Mansur" Jayaseta said.

"The three of us can still fight you, Jayaseta. But that's not the meaning of this kanuragan jujal, is it? It is not about killing, destroying, but learning and giving knowledge to each other. I have shown you to Silat Gayong Kelantan which is also called Silat Fall, while you have taught me that after all I must prepare with whatever style the opponent uses," said Mansur. He saluted Jayaseta and was repaid with the same respect.

Yunus the Tiger of Pattani ruffled his waist and shook his head slowly. "I'm sure this guy is a big-name swordsman" he said. A faint smile mocked his comrades as if to say, "What will happen to you this time, Jonah?"

The breeze blows as if giving comfort to everyone to enjoy this show. It was as if there was a spectacle planned by nature. This time the next show was the roar of a tiger from Pattani.