The Thousand Mask Warrior

Sake

The title of Nine Swordsman New World is actually the selling power of the secret group – but also heard in various places – this. The nine warriors had no college relations, brotherhood, even friendship. They are only chosen by greater power because they are considered to have above average, powerful and intelligent abilities as well. It could easily be said that the nine warriors were only related in work. I met a few times to discuss a bigger plan.

Kesanga woke up in a very alarming state. Not only because he was wounded and weak, but because of the destruction of his heart. Kesanga felt so hurt and had no spirit to live with anymore. He was still stuck tied to one of the teachers, the pillar of the house of Almira. He was already able to sense that his blood flow was no longer stained with pure air and deep energy. His immunity was also completely wiped out.

“Sorry, Kesanga, we have to lock you up. Some warriors would report to the ruler of the Duchy, and possibly the center of the Mataram kingdom. Those who will decide what punishment is right for you,” said Sudiamara.

Kesanga who had realized that he was staring blankly now looked at the nanar towards Sudiamara. He chuckles. “You let me be judged by Mataram. The kingdom that conquered Blambangan? Absolutely a joke,” said Kesanga perih.

“You are not in a state of bargaining and arguing with me, Kesanga. It's still a good thing I didn't kill you when you messed up this place. Don't talk about statehood with me. We are in a very confused situation and side. We gain state power and war between kingdoms, but instead become part of the formation of another power. Don't argue with me! Accept your fate!” suami Sudiamara was upset. He really did not want to argue with Kesanga, he did not want to hear about the thoughts of the New World and all their assumptions and opinions.

He doesn't care anymore.

It is true, in another corner of the world, the Three Gods Iai consisting of Konoshi Hidetada, Arima Oda and Paulo Omura were exploring a plan that was a rebellion from the leadership direction. They had to wait in the territory of the capital Ayutthaya to meet Jayaseta and his group if Sokhem and Sovanara, two Khmer lovebirds, failed.

“Seeing the history and storytelling that we have heard about the death of two Walanda paid ronin in Betawi, I really want to try out Jayaseta,”, Arima Oda said to her two friends one time. They were enjoying the artificial wine of the island of Java brought by the Walanda bule from Betawi.

“Then, what's your plan?” reply Paulo Omura short. He was the most impatient to face the warrior from the land of Java, although he seemed to look calm.

“You know what my plan is, Omura. You understand that clearly. Do you want to let Sokhem and Sovanara have the good fortune of fighting Jayaseta with those incompetent Thai hunters? If they were indeed those who, in a cunning way or whatever, wouldn't greatness belong to the Khmer?” answer Arima Oda.

“We need our name. Not only for the New World, but the greatness of the Japanese in the land of Ayutthaya and the world. Aren't you sick of the power of the Japanese in our own land, who killed the peasants and your family without the elves of humanity?” now Konoshi Hidetada is speaking.

Paulo Omura chugged his wine again. It misses the taste of sake or nihon-shu. The intoxicating liquor has been recorded in Japanese history since 700 AD. Sake has a similar aroma to rice tapai. In the Saikaido archipelago, sake means distilled drink. In Ryukyu, sake is called shochu, which is made from sugar cane.

“We leave tonight by boat. I would love to fight with horses, but other than we will find it difficult to find Jayaseta and his entourage, the fight with Jayaseta will no longer be satisfactory,” replied Paulo Omura firmly but as without feeling.

Both partners chuckled.

“Good, I'll prepare everything. Hopefully Jayaseta is the person we deserve to face so that the full achievement of our lives in this land of Siam,”, said Konoshi Hidetada.

Seven days away by sailing on the River, Ireng smiled at the cheerfulness that occurred today after the grueling events of the past few days. He could not lie to himself about the sadness, disappointment and upset that occurred due to the fact that Siam was a traitor. The feeling of being lied to and cheated by the person closest to him is something that can hardly be known and explained. However, from the beginning of meeting with Jayaseta, he had already determined the course of his life. One might make fun of him by saying that he was merely placing himself as a mere slave. Wasn't it! Not a slave, but a servant! He finally got the right master and deserved him to serve.

He tasted food that uses coconut milk as one of its ingredients. This food actually comes from the region of the middle Ayutthaya kingdom, where coconut milk itself has come from the Sukhotai kingdom before Ayutthaya and the Dwarawati culture of the Mon people, long before the Siamese or Tai people of the region. He then devoured the food the master and his company bought as they also ate it.

“Mr Jayaseta. I know master is so enjoying our stop this time, but it's good that we return soon to continue the journey before our presence becomes suspicious. The Thai people behind us with two Khmer warriors are likely still chasing us, while we do not know exactly what will block our journey ahead,” said Ireng.

Jayaseta approached Ireng, patting her shoulder slowly. “I'm sorry about Siam. There's nothing else I can do, Ireng. I hope you understand this,” Jayaseta said.

Ireng nodded steadily. He was lucky to walk with Jayaseta and his entourage. Great people but not at all lost their feelings and humanity.

Jayaseta then grabbed the arm of his wife, Dara Cempaka, who was still watching and enjoying the small market on the coast. “Hate-hate me with water, Ireng who ask us to continue the journey. So, we have to go now, Dara,” Jayaseta said.

Dara Cempaka nodded. He agreed with the husband's mind. Katilapan and Narendra, who were busy eating, still had time to buy a lot of groceries and finished food from buyers before catching up with Jayaseta, Dara Cempaka and Ireng back to the boat.

A day and a half behind them, a medium-sized ship-clad team sailed relentlessly in pursuit of Jayaseta and his entourage. The ship was led by Khmer, Sokhem and Sovanara warriors and dozens of Thai hunters. Funnily enough, one day behind them, two merchant ships containing Lan Xang troops with Sasangka, Jaka Pasirluhur, Yu, Pratiwi and Fong Pak Laoya also sailed quickly.