The Thousand Mask Warrior

Breezy

Jayaseta could not avoid the turmoil of his heart hearing the title of the Thousand Mask Warrior he held so far used by others, right in front of his face. Ireng, with his Siamese language skills that although not very good, but already more than enough to understand what happened, immediately translated the cries of excitement from the newly arrived soldier.

"Jayaseta, remember our purpose. You've been a fighting swordsman for years, but you can still get hooked on this kind of thing?" narendra whispered to Jayaseta when he saw his best friend's spirit. He was able to read Jayaseta's face that seemed not to take it for granted with the news that occurred.

Jayaeeseta sighed, then looked at Narendra. "Behind Narendra, how could an unknown person use my name for interstate purposes? I am not a person who is attached and cares about such things. The Thousand Mask Warrior is unlikely to slaughter the enemy and take its place on one side, let alone a country" Jayaseta replied.

The bed clucked and shook impatiently. "You're sure you're still a swordsman, Jayaseta? You actually object to the actions of that unknown person, or just feel your pride as a big-name hotshot is being distracted and challenged?"

Jayaseta was about to answer, but soon realized that Katilapan's speech might have a point. All this time he has been fruitful to be a figure who is physically forged experience and big fights. However, the matter of the soul, why did it become dwarfed and undeveloped? He should have been getting smarter. In fact, he did a lot of mistakes, carelessness and behavior based on mere lust. The proof, now he traveled far again is because it was solely his fault.

"There is no need to feel insulted and offended. Big names are not your own. A name is just a name. It is free to try to clear the name if we ourselves do not realize whether we have the right to bear the name. Let the title of Thousand Mask Swordsman continue to be contested and disputed in the martial world. To me, my brother is Jayaseta," now Dara Cempaka is speaking.

Jayaseta looked at his wife's eyes with reverence. Maturity is more suitable for the wife than she is. He felt embarrassed and wanted to hug Dara Cempaka if he did not remember the woman was dressed as a man.

On the other hand, Siam and Ireng were actually rather disappointed. They even wanted Jayaseta to use his fist again to beat the enemy to pulp. Not only Jayaseta, the two were even more furious with the news about the hero who claimed to be the Thousand Mask Swordsman.

However, it is clear their desire that the delivery on this early journey will be the greatest folly. Instead of avoiding trouble, any event that could prevent them from entering the Ayutthaya region would be an unnecessary initial obstacle.

As a result of the furore and the hustle that ensued at the crossing, more than twenty soldiers scattered at the crossings and the warrior huts, immediately mounted their horses, and, including the soldier who was questioning Siam and his entourage and the retainer, Kittisak.

With a lack of border guards, the freedom to enter Ayutthaya territory in this hot state of state became a tremendous fortune for the Siamese and Jayaseta entourage.

Immediately the remaining soldiers immediately relaxed the guard and inspection. After all, they also did not actually focus on this place. The events in the court have already consumed the attention of the rest of the guard soldiers.

After cleaning the wooden box containing heirloom weapons by Datuk Mas Kuning, Siam and Ireng, the group is welcome to enter the Ayutthaya region.

Anyhow a feeling of relief would envelop everything.

"Siamese Airplane. What did you tell the Ayutthaya soldier about me? Why is he looking at me so strangely?" tukas Dara Cempaka suddenly. He followed the path of Siam and Ireng who were in the front row as a guide. Dara Cempaka was already curious about what reason Siam gave about who he was when questioned by people, especially by the Ayutthaya soldier.

"Well, what is that?" ask Dara Cempaka again.

"That is ..., hmm, ..., third gender, sister."

Beside Siam, Ireng also looked the same trying to hold back his smile.

"Why don't you just explain directly, what does the third gender mean? Don't make me curious and keep asking" lamented Dara Cempaka.

Ireng seems not strong to not smile. "Third virgin means sissy, sister Dara" he chanted.

"What?! You call me a sissy in front of them? In front of the Ayyuthaya soldiers?" dara Cempaka. He immediately poured towards Siam and traced to the chest of a mixed male Siamese and Javanese.

Dara Cempaka's kick was not intended to hurt, but still a representative of the girl's annoyance. Siam who had held back the kick by crossing his arms in front of his chest still jerked back and fell rolling once back, on the grassy hills.

Ireng laughed out loud.

Dara Cempaka was still about to let go of his annoyance when Siam cried out in alarm. "Wait, wait, Adinda Dara. Don't listen to Ireng. The sissies in this country are not what you think. With me saying you are the real Phi Ying Pret Song to keep us safe from further questions. Woody men in this area are a part of life. They were well received, not harassed or ridiculed, Adinda."

"You better explain what he means, brother Siam. Or I'll attack you," threatened Dara Cempaka furiously.

Jayaseta, Narendra and Katilapan were also unable to hold back their laughter.

"Silent. You better explain soon. I guarantee you, you won't want my wife to pull out her Malay silat moves" Jayaseta added.

The wind on the land of the hills of Ayutthaya was blowing quite breezy. Their initial journey seems to have been quite universe-sanctioned. Similarly, Sasangka who can see them from a distance and deliberately set the distance as far as one betel chew.

The reduction of soldiers at the border made Sasangka also managed to escape the examination well. Though he was hesitant because he brought three fighting daggers that could be very suspicious for the guards. Similarly, Jaka Pasirluhur was half a day behind them. The difference is that he does not know that the destiny he is looking for is at the end of the curve of his life.