The Thousand Mask Warrior

The Possibility Always Exists

Jaka Pasirluhur smiled and sold expensively. He folded his hands in front of his chest and looked the other way. “You used to tell the story, Kisanak. What is your relationship with Jayaseta and why did she have to disguise herself?”

Sasangka looked at Jaka Pasirluhur. “I was following him before the ship we were riding attacked by the pirates Annam and Champa,” said Sasangka cold.

A pair of Jaka Pasirluhur's eyes widened. “Really? Do you mean it with your words? Jayaseta the Thousand Mask Swordsman, isn't she? He was in the land of Siam?” jaka Pasirluhur asked so excitedly.

Sasangka sighed. He was considering telling me everything. Secretly he was also embarrassed for using the name of the Thousand Mask Swordsman then faced off with others who also claimed to be the same figure. Unfortunately, both of them understand that they are not Jayaseta.

“Yes, I know exactly who Jayaseta is. Long ago, before he became famous with his title, I had time to sail and travel with him. Some time ago, I accidentally saw Jayaseta in Malacca land walking with a group of people I know,” continued Sasangka.

“Then, why don't you just scold him? Why are you even following? Don't you know each other? There are even other people you say are with his entourage you know, right?” cecar Jaka Pasirluhur's.

“You asked a lot of questions turned out,” said Sasangka ketus.

Jaka Pasirluhur laughed crisply.

“I have a not-so-good relationship with Jayaseta. Don't you ask why,” threatens Sasangka.

Jaka Pasirluhur chuckled then nodded. He didn't answer or say anything.

“So did my friends who went with him. The point is I can not just say hello to them, but I want to know what they are doing in this place,” continued Sasangka.

“Ah, so so it seems. What to say, right? This is the path of fate. Well, my name is Jaka Pasirluhur. Obviously you know, I am not the Thousand Mask Swordsman,” explained Jaka Pasirluhur as he chuckled again. “I am actually the leader of the guard soldiers and guards Nyai Almira, Jayaseta's wife who lives in Semarang. My hand is stumped by one of the mad warriors who wants to kill Hisaiku. Frankly I managed to survive because two warriors from Betawi who may have been Jayaseta's own colleagues,”, said Jaka Pasirluhur.

It is inevitable, now even Sasangka who turns his back. “What did you say? You're the one who lives in Semarang?” ask Sasangka not to believe. “Katilapan and Narendra are the names of the two people who saved your life and Hisimu's. I myself elsewhere, killed the frontman of the group from Betawi.”

“My name is Sasangka. But, wait a minute. You're saying that you asked Him for ijjin? Then who is the woman who joined Jayaseta's entourage? Isn't he his wife?” sasangka said while narrowing her eyes.

“Really? Nyai Almira is an Arab woman. Did you see those traits in the woman?” ask Jaka Pasirluhur. Of course he was convinced that whoever was with Jayaseta was not Almira.

Sasangka shrugged both of her shoulders indifferently. “Maybe his new wife. Perhaps Jayaseta already has another wife who is now coming with him.”

Jaka Pasirluhur laughed again. This time, his laughter sounded fake. He didn't think that far. But what if it's true? Is there always a possibility?

Suddenly the sounds of grass rustling and weeds sounded.

The short-sighted instincts of the two people who had just known each other in such a strange and bizarre manner instantly worked. They cover up simultaneously their faces. Sasangka with a piece of cloth covering his mouth, while Jaka Pasirluhur with a penthul mask.

The arthit figure appeared.

“Ah, two masked men? Interesting, interesting ...,” murmured in a language that is not understood by both Jaka Pasirluhur and Sasangka.

Arthit's strength eve bubbled from his skin layer. Sasangka and Jaka Pasirluhur felt a vibration that could not be from inside their bodies. Almost without a plan, the two warriors suddenly put up ready-to-fight horses. The arrival of this strange stranger dropped an equally strange atmosphere and circumstances. Without words without language, greetings and shortness of fight have spread on the grassy land.

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Sorry dear readers. The promise of two three chapters uploaded this month has yet to be fulfilled. Maybe next time. But the story will not stop at all and will run at normal speed. Jayaseta's journey is the author's journey.