The Thousand Mask Warrior

Champa

The Thai village is about half a day away. Early in the morning Jayaseta was awake. He had slept for a while, even then because it was forced by Dara Cempaka. The wife promised to keep watch. Jayaseta was asked to take a break to gather his strength. Indeed, Dara Cempaka himself has had enough rest during their journey, and it is very helpful for health and insight as well. “Remember, brother. After all, you have to admit I am a swordsman,”. Of course this kind of thing made Jayaseta comply.

Actually Dara Cempaka had wanted to tell something to the husband before Jayaseta himself explained his thoughts. However, Dara Cempaka has not got the time and still needs time to convince his conjecture. The story told by Jayaseta turned out to be finally in accordance with his expectations so far.

Jayaseta was shocked to hear the story of his wife. But then he kissed soft lips Dara Cempaka because so smart young woman. Now everything is open. His shock was not comparable to what they might be able to avoid later on. He could not help but thank Dara Cempaka for the accuracy of his observations. Otherwise, the safety of this group as a whole would be threatened.

Jayaseta slept quietly for a while. He and Dara Cempaka had agreed and decided their next move. “But, brother must sleep first,” so orders the wife.

Early morning. The fire is still burning. Siam and Ireng had already prepared their luggage and had a light talk with the four Thai hunters who were also awake and grasping their weapons. Narendra and Katilapan walked closer towards Jayaseta. “So, how are you planning, Jayaseta? We're going to continue the journey right now, or do you want to eat first?” ask Katilapan.

Jayaseta looked at his legs. “Kakang Narendra and Kakang Katilapan, it seems we will have a massive change of plans. Prepare your weapons. Kakang Katilapan, please use ginunting. We have to kill again. Otherwise, we will be killed,” Jayaseta said in a low voice almost whispering.

Katilapan and Narendra frowned at them. No questions came out of their mouths. As a swordsman, especially those who have known Jayaseta, it is not important to know everything completely. Enough to prepare for battle. Each one holds their weapons.

Jayaseta stood up, sighed, looked sharply at Siam, then ran fast, chipped and threw his kick right at Siam who just happened to be looking at her.

Siam crossed both arms in front of his chest.

BRACKET!

He looked in disbelief at Jayaseta and then exclaimed, “What is it about Mr Jayaseta? What are you doing?”

Jayaseta stood back and forth with her Jurorless Horse. He snorted and shook his head. “What style are you using, Siam? I'm guessing you mastered the tiger's moves, right?”

Siam looked at his horses, then stood up quickly. Still showing his confusion, he looked back at Jayaseta. “I don't understand what you mean!”

Ireng retracted his kris as a form of self-defense, although he did not know what was going on. So did Narendra and Katilapan. Thankfully, although they are still trying to understand what is going on, they are ready for what will happen. Four Thai hunters put up war horses. A long spear extended out toward Jayaseta.

“I admit you're pretty good at hiding your true self, you Champa people!” Jayaseta. Everyone is getting more confused now.

“Unfortunately, you do not consider Dara Cempaka, my wife the swordsman is too intelligent for you to imagine,” Jayaseta sighed but still looked sharply at Siam. “I know you're not of Siamese blood. You are actually a Champa who has lived in Siam for a long time. Did you know that Dara was able to speak Champa even though she wasn't very fluent? The Champa language has many similarities with the Malay language. In addition, Datuk Mas Kuning in fact has also given Dara a little Siamese language skills. During this time, my wife has collected many things that finally came to this conclusion,” said Jayaseta.

The look on Siam's face that was initially confused now suddenly changed to be more relaxed. He sighed, shook his head and scratched his head. “I'm also too tired, Jayaseta,” reply relaxed.

Then, without warning, Siam roared at Jayaseta. He jumped so high trying to immerse both claws of his fingers in the swordsman's head.