The Thousand Mask Warrior

Gandhewa Pamenthaning Cipta

There are various types of dagger weapons known in the archipelago and abroad. The dagger is a sharp weapon that is basically useful for stabbing or stabbing, although it can also be used for snatching, cutting and even throwing. Keris Java, Tatar Sunda, Bali, Madura, Malay; badik Bugis, Mangkasar, Luweh; or rintjong the Aceh Sultanate are a few examples of daggers.

Daggers are short, can be shorter than a knife or longer. This is what distinguishes it from a machete or a sword, especially because the dagger is more concise to carry around and tucked behind clothing or belts.

The three dagger warriors, namely Kesuma, Mahendra and Sasangka, chose to use a wedhung type dagger. Similar to other types of daggers, this wedhung is shaped like a knife but has a larger size. Its use is similar to that of Keris.

The difference, if the keris is usually tucked behind the waist, wedhung weapons are used on the face. Some people use it next to their bodies.

In addition, wedhung is also quite familiarly used by women, similar to patrem.

Wedhung itself has a variety of forms depending on the area where this weapon comes from. From the 10th century AD, wedhung was already used in Cerbon. There are also wedhung style Mataram or Bali.

In Javanese kingdoms, including Mataram, wedhung became one of the Keraton's clothing equipment other than as a weapon, and showed the degree of the user, namely the positions of Riyo, Wedono, Kliwon, and Lurah.

Kesuma himself holds the wedhung of Mataram style. Wedhung sarong attached to his waist is made of sandalwood. There are stamps or places to attach the winding of the belt or fastener, made of turtle skin.

Kesuma had been about to attack the Betawi soldiers who ducked down but continued to jerk up, when Mahendra and Sasangka were already at his side. Also draw two wedhung blades of various sizes and types. In reality, all three carry more than one wedhung alone.

As dagger warriors, the selection for the use of this weapon is based on several reasons. First, wedhungs can be very dangerous when piercing the enemy's body. Its bulging shape on the part of its sharp blade can crush a person's stomach or chest and result in severe injuries. Second, because this weapon is a type of short-range stabbing weapon, the death of the enemy is almost certainly an inevitability because of the danger of the destruction of the weapon.

However, his weakness was also at that short distance. The user must successfully enter close to the opponent to be able to thrust his wedhi.

That's why Mahendra and Sasangka immediately joined Kesuma, "Our moves are made in pairs, right?" sasangka.

With the three dagger attackers, their attacks became long and continuous. Three daggers into a sharp chain that is connected but still has a life of its own. This is the third reason for the greatness of the use of the dagger weapon.

"But, Jayaseta?" reply Kesuma.

"Have you begun to dismiss Jayaseta, a young swordsman who has defeated us outright, killing two Japanese champions, one Walanda officer and killing only one more?" reply Mahendra with a smile.

"Our job is just to stop the bullies from spoiling the pleasure of killing that bastard Walanda. After all, at once we enjoy eliminating **************** that killed Badra, right?" mahendra.

Kesuma smiled back. He nodded towards his two comrades. The three slowly crawled forward with three pairs of unsheathed wedhungs.

***

Pratiwi's shot hit Karsan's high headband and removed it from the head.

Once again Karsan cursed and swore. He did not expect to get such a formidable opponent in terms of attacking from a distance.

He took another arrow, stretched out his bow again and released it towards the enemy. At the same time Pratiwi popped his bedil anyway.

Karsan slammed to the side. Shoulder injured, gagged**** Pratiwi. He doesn't know what about his arrows. However, he did not want to take a headache for them - how about the shot.

He prepared another arrow. His right hand trembled because his right shoulder was where he was injured. The pain was not too severe, but quite disturbing, also psychologically he felt that he was dealing with a tough opponent.

Just as he was about to raise his head from the grass and trees, Pratiwi shot again.

DAR!

Karsan felt a swish of hot wind pass through his cheeks. He's back down.

The puff of smoke from the muzzle was clearly visible to Karsan. He even saw the head of the female warrior.

Free, thought Karsan. Pratiwi proved not to be a fool. He will move places, besides the ability to fill the bedil is unusually high. His speed was above average, perhaps even faster than his arrow. Most shooters take twice as long as archers. Moreover, they often need additional people as fillers***** bedil.

Karsan closed his eyes. He remembered the lessons learned from the greatness of Jayaseta's moves. The greatness of a person is not only from his five senses, but also from taste.

He felt the wind blowing the grass. His rustling brings with it the movement of the enemy.

He ignored his pair of eyes. The bow is aligned in front of the stomach, while trying to achieve the goal must concentrate all tastes and resist all temptations and obstacles, like the father of an Arjuna.

Pratiwi had already seen Karsan's body cross-legged behind the grass. He smiled in wonder at the strange horses of the archer who, instead of crouching, were cross-legged like meditators.

An open target. Enough shooting, Pratiwi thought. He should meet soon Jayaseta's sister. He did not care at all about the situation of Walanda's officers and his bodyguards. It was his work that forced him to come to this place, all because of the stupidity of the Walanda officers and their confidants.

After all, instead he was very grateful with the de Jaager brothers so that most likely he could be reunited with his heart again. It is not easy to find the existence of Jayaseta, the Thousand Mask Swordsman, who became the target of the Walanda company team.

Time to pull the trigger.

The hot child slipped away, darting towards Pratiwi who was printing Karsan.

Karsan released the arrow when the taste inside his chest touched Pratiwi's existence.

The thumb shaft shot and plunged into the cavity of Pratiwi bedil just as Pratiwi pulled the trigger.

DAR!

THE PLAQUE!

The explosion occurred inside the bed. Karsan's arrow was shattered, but it was inside the bedil. So that damage also occurs in Pratiwi bedil, can not be reused.

Pratiwi. His index finger slashed.

It was not his finger that hurt, but his heart.

Pratiwi who now swore an oath and pulled out both his keris.

It's over. He managed to defeat Pratiwi, Karsan thought. More importantly, he managed to defeat himself.

He stood up gallantly and confidently, then shouted, "Kesuma, Mahendra, Sasangka ... I'm win. Finish them all off," said Karsan so that his three colleagues do not need to duck again and can feel safe directly attacking his opponents.

DAR!

Thick smoke billowed just a few spears in front of Kesuma.

Karsan fell shot in the chest.

Kesuma shouted, "Karsan!" when I saw Karsan fall. He then rushed straight towards the smoke. He jumped and buried the wedhung many times in the chest of the attacker.

Karsan miscalculated, or maybe just reckless. Some of the soldiers who broke up on the hill also brought bedil.