The Thousand Mask Warrior

Tomoi Silat

Baharuddin Labbiri clenched his hands above his head. A way of respect that is more similar to the culture of the Javanese than the Malays who usually clench both palms in front of the face or chest. Jayaseta replies to him in a way that Java is more familiar with.

Jayaseta's pair of eyes looked at each opponent's movements carefully.

Baharuddin Labbiri clenched both his hands. Raising his head up, then his arms with fists were twisted together while slowly raising one leg and throwing it to the ground. One foot in the back was lifted and, as if stepping forward, was also set to the ground. Body bent. The two fists are still rotated in front of each other or slightly above the head. Is this some sort of horse and its silat flowers? Jayaseta.

The view of Baharuddin Labbiri is so sharp on the sidelines of the arms and fists that continue to rotate, like flowers and silat flowers. The difference is, Baharuddin Labbiri silat flowers tend to be fists instead of open fingers.

Jayaseta was just about to attack when Baharuddin Labbiri had first read his movements. Thus, Jayaseta's sideways kick towards the head was held up by raising both clenched arms bent. Jayaseta's kick was completely restrained, while at the same time, Baharuddin Labbiri countered with a kick on the other side.

Jayaseta flinched to the side despite having had time to fend off the counter-kick. The audience did not dare to do anything. Not why, although it looks Jayaseta had difficulty in this initial attack, it does not mean he lost, as before.

"Don't hesitate to use inner energy, Jayaseta. Don't you want to share?" the Baharuddin Labbiri.

"What do you really use?" reply Jayaseta.

"I'll tell you after you've been able to withstand my attack, Jayaseta," said the Labbiri as he slid forward. He kicked to the side of Jayaseta's body which dodged backwards. The kick escaped, but Baharuddin Labbiri's body turned, then returned to attack with a long leap angled up and attacked with a lutu.

Jayaseta tried to pull over with both arms, but felt like he was hit by a rock. He flinched back. Baharuddin Labbiri used this opportunity to trace the hull of Jayaseta which turned out to hit the target.

Jayaseta retreated back so that Baharuddin Labbiri advanced, then spun around to cut the distance as he hit Jayaseta with his elbow strike. Jayaseta held her elbow pointed to the side of her head with her hand.

Every attack of Baharuddin Labbiri is really heavy and powerful.The inner energy that he distributes seems to also come from his form of training. Baharuddin Labbiri's silat kick is so fast and has the burden of playing the hip, so that half the body will work when the kick is released. Likewise with hand attacks such as elbows that require shoulders to participate.

For warriors of a certain level, having an outer strength or inner energy that is able to break the table from teak, or crush the stone into dust is common. But the opponent is not wood or stone that does not move. In addition, the human body can withstand these powerful attacks with certain movements and moves. Similarly, the attack of Baharuddin Labbiri is not only fast, but also has an unusually heavy burden. If Jayaseta does not evade, repel and repel with his gestures, he will only become the wood or stone.

Baharuddin Labbiri withdraws. Both of his legs were up and down and on tiptoes while both of his arms continued to rotate in front of his face or above his head, while his body was bent in a typical defensive style. "The name is Silat Tomoi, Jayaseta" Baharuddin Labbiri told Jayaseta. He kept his promise because however, Jayaseta could withstand all his attacks and it was not that easy to collapse let alone lose.

"The word Tomoi in this silat is actually derived from the Siamese language, Toi Muay, which more or less means silat or the art of fighting with hands or feet, or there are also those who mean silat using hands wrapped around a rope," Datuk Mas Kuning told Dara Cempaka. Both of them looked at the course of the fight earnestly. At first the Datuk did not intend to tell about the silat tomoi to Dara Cempaka. But the intelligence and death seduction of the grandson is difficult to match.

"Why should a tomoi fighter have to wrap his arm around a rope, Grandpa?" ask Dara Cempaka.

Dara Cempaka nodded in understanding. "Well, Datuk said that Tomoi's silat was originally from a Siamese silat known as Muay Boran, right?"

"Yes, Dara. Muay Boran, which means ancient fighting art, has been around since the Ayutthaya kingdom in the 15th century AD. This silat is also very likely the development and influence of similar silat-silat earlier from the Khmer country. But the point, in contrast to Malay or Javanese silat, Muay Boran silat and various types of streams and their fragments, focuses on sharp attacks with fists, he said, elbows and knees because the three parts of the human body are the hardest and can kill quickly" explained Datuk Mas Kuning. "Labbiri seems to be trying to introduce Jayaseta with a Siamese style silat. He is not just testing Jayaseta, but giving a little picture of what Jayaseta and you will face in the land of Siam later" he continued.

"Have you said, Jayaseta. Do not hesitate to use your inner energy," exclaimed Baharuddin Labbiri. His eyes looked like a bad kid. Both of his arms revolved in front of his face, while his legs alternated on tiptoes.

Not only Jayaseta, or Datuk Mas Kuning who felt interested in Tomoi silat style, even the four Malay Gayong Tigers were surprised that the teacher even used silat with the influence of the Siamese people, Khmer or Burmese is not a Malay Gayong silat. But clearly, this made the four main disciples and the other disciples even more respectful to him.

Jayaseta smile. This was not the first time he had faced a different kind of silat. He had faced Japanese, Chinese, or Walanda style silat. They all have their own strengths, strengths and weaknesses. It does not matter whether a fighter uses inner power, outer strength, magic or the ability to play a style, essentially any style should be able to be used properly by the user.

Jayaseta lets his body relax, allowing the forces of the universe to unite with him.

Baharuddin Labbiri was finally the first to decide to storm first, which again with a knee attack. Continued with straight fists, curved fists, and swivel elbows. Jayaseta held it all in with a stalk and a pat. Like many older or aged warriors, their silat skills have been forged in time and experience. So Jayaseta was not surprised even though Baharuddin Labbiri was middle-aged, his attacks were so loud and powerful. The combination of inner energy and outer energy results from hard training.

A fairly long fight when calculated from buying and selling attacks. That's what Katilapan thought. As he read his thoughts, Narendra suddenly said, "Baharuddin Labbiri's father is teaching Jayaseta" he said. The bed nodded consciously.

***

Almira dreams about Jayaseta. Her beloved husband was fighting a tiger. When dealing with robbers, begal or other warriors, Almira will not be too worried considering the husband is a swordsman who chooses a match. But against the habits of an animal? Don't know what's gonna happen.

He woke up with sweat and a limp body. The candidate for the baby branch in his stomach was probably a hard child, which made his mother this weak. "As you will, my son. Both of your parents will still love you," Almira said slowly with mixed feelings between great longing, great worry and ignorance that is also extraordinary over the circumstances and news of the husband.

Teak door knocked. After being allowed, Jaka Pasirluhur entered the room kamat ndoro his daughter by crouching. "Sorry, Nyai. It was decided that his uncle would carry out all business activities. Nyai needs to rest well because Nyai's pregnancy is still too young. After all, the time had not been too long to wait for the hordes of people who wanted to harm Nyai not to reappear. We can't take a bad chance, Nyai," said the bodyguard at length.

There was no tone of objection or dismissive view from Almira. He even nodded steadily then saw Jaka Pasirluhur's left hand that was missing, having been cut off in the previous fight. "What about you, brother Jaka? What about your hand?" ask the princess.

Jaka Pasirluhur looked at his buttered hand, then smiled. Not a contrived smile, but sincere, Almira even understood that. "Just hands, Nyai. Not my life," he said calmly.