The Thousand Mask Warrior

The Sky Kudi

It had been about four years since Jayaseta left Giri Kedaton from 1636, after Giri fell into Mataram's rule. Now that it was 1639, it also meant it had been almost two years since his meeting with Almira.

Ah, Almira. Why did that name suddenly appear inside his head?

The age of Jayaseta means that it is now twenty years old. He is fully mature and mature. His body is clay, shaped by nature and experience. Fighting everywhere he never avoided. He was not a wise warrior who, if forced, would only fight. He was an adiwira who could not justify the evil that was happening around him and just let it go.

It has been three months since he left Betawi and his three co-workers.

He has decided to continue to follow the role of life that has been outlined by the Almighty, becoming a warrior who defends the truth and fights evil.

He will continue to wander, in addition to carrying out destiny as well as looking for a cure for the internal energy poison that is in his body. It was this poison that killed his comrades. He also connected this with his own mistakes for involving others in his life. It was as if they were becoming a collision over his steps.

So, this time he will continue to travel to Sukadana across the sea, as requested by the late grandfather Salman. He will return to Giri, pilgrimage to the graves of his parents and grandparents, may also meet with Keling's grandfather, then leave for Sukadana by boat from the port of Gresik.

It will take some time not to get to Giri. He wanted to pursue the East Season wind period in the dry season in order to sail to Tanjung Pura island where Sukadana is located.

A long journey, then the name Almira was clearly in his brain. He had promised to return to see the girl after his business was over, which was to treat the energy poison in Kyai Plered's spear.

Indeed, what happens is that the business is far from finished. Maybe his fate had to travel to the corners of the earth. For this, whatever and however it will be, he must meet Almira and explain everything. That perhaps he and Almira would not unite because he had been locked away by his destiny, going alone as wandering knights.

However, Mataram and Almira can wait for a while, until he finished one thing with the champion of Banyumas who named himself as the Celestial Jew named Jaka Pasirluhur.

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The Javanese outside Banyumas usually call Kudi with the term pegama or gaman, which can be interpreted as versatile because indeed this Kudi is a tool or weapon that is versatile.

Kudi consists of four parts, namely khudi, garan or hilt, karah or ring as the limit of the handle and blade, and kethoprak or warangkanya. The shape is a combination of three tools or weapons, namely a bendho or knife, a scythe or sickle and a bell or axe.

At the end of the kudi there is a combination of bedho and sickle forms, while the shape of the ax is placed in the base or middle adjusted to the type of kudi.

Like almost all weapons that were originally used as agricultural and everyday equipment, the sharp and curved ends are also actually used to cut soft parts such as grass, meat or peel fruits.

While the part that is semi-circular and rounded out or mblendhuk like the shape of a human distended stomach is used to chop or cut hard objects such as wood, bamboo, bones, and so on, and peeling the coconut skin easily.

The Kudi Langit stood a little doyong because of his drunkenness but his horse was held tightly in hand with its sharp curved tip pointed downwards.

Unlike the keris, machete or sword that is tucked or hung on the waist, the kudi is usually placed on the back, or the back of the body with a warangka of jackfruit, teak or rivet angs. While the strap is made from the incision of waru trees that have been soaked for several days and dried into a rope twisted together.

Jayaseta watched and studied his enemy closely. He can't be fooled by his half-drunk style. He had heard that the Banyumas warriors were powerful and rebellious men. On the one hand they feel proud as part of the Sultanate of Mataram, on the other hand, they are not reluctant to fight against anyone who is considered not entitled to respect, including Mataram itself.

"Prepare to donate your life," said Sang Kudi Langit.

Soon the Jaka Pasirluhur rushed forward. The hood cuts from top to bottom. Feeling unarmed, Jayaseta looked for a gap to penetrate the opponent. However, for the time being, he simply shifted to the side.

Thick steed blade, and long handle accompanied by energy in the opponent, Jayaseta can note that this swordsman is not an ordinary person even though his first attack escaped.

Jayaseta's conjecture was again proven when the Kudi Langit turned around and cut his head to the shell, like wanting to peel a coconut.

"Try to accept this, Kudi Hyang Bayu style, heyaaa ...!!"

The Celestial Wheel circled back to attack Jayaseta. Two-three stabs to his head and chest.

Apparently his condition is half drunk as if to reinforce his moves like a whirlwind. No wonder his attack was called Kudi Hyang Bayu, the God of Wind.

Jayaseta imitates the movement of the staggering Sky Horse, because indeed one of the greatness of the Thousand Mask Warrior is the ability to imitate which is part of the Skillless Style. Jayaseta is not constrained by any type of style, instead he can adjust each movement to the needs when dealing with opponents.

Jaka Pasirluhur certainly beaver not kepalang. Not only did his attack escape, but his enemy seemed to be making fun of him by imitating his half-drunk movements.

He also returned to roar. This time he did not just attack with his horse, but also flapped.

The kick of the champion was not just any kick. As Jayaseta had predicted, this warrior had an air of disdain, Jayaseta held a kick directed at his chest with both hands.

Jayaseta was pushed back and almost bounced off. He had not had time to take a breath, with ferocious Jaka Pasirluhur attacking back with the same style; rotating the body like a cycle and the roar of the wind to increase the destructive power of his horse's back.

A SRETT!!

Jayaseta took three steps back. When Sang Kudi Langit re-rounded his body in the series of Kudi Hyang Bayu style, Jayaseta threw her caping.

Jaka Pasirluhur gasped in surprise but immediately shook off his horse. The caping that Jayaseta threw split perfectly easily, making Jaka Pasirluhur even more angry. Throughout his fight in various places in the Mataram dominions, Jayaseta's attack was the most humiliating and humiliating attack.

Even a secret knife, tulup or arrow would not insult him. How dangerous is a caping?

Unfortunately Jaka Pasirluhur because for Jayaseta, there is nothing that cannot be used to attack the enemy.

Because what happened was, when Jaka Pasirluhur was about to re-round the body and attack Jayaseta with anger that had reached the crown, suddenly his knuckles felt sore.

There were three sharp bamboo sharp rods that stuck in his right fist that grasped the kudi.

Jayaseta has placed bamboo reeds that are as thin as a midi so that they are sharp behind or under the caping.

Jayaseta always remembered the teacher's message, Keling's grandfather, that a warrior should not be bound by weapons, although that does not mean he can be reckless against the enemy with his bare hands.

As great as the science of kanuragan and shrewdness berkelahannya, Jayaseta must realize that weapons are a necessity in a fight, let alone the fight is a war of life, kill or be killed.

Indeed, he had left behind any discs, kris, or weapons he used to carry. But the ability to throw discs and flying knives, as well as moves to use weapons are embedded in his body and mind.

Therefore, it is not too difficult for Jayaseta to change the handle, from a machete, knife or even sickle or sickle when he is on the way.

This time, he used caping as a simple secret weapon but it was a combination of a disc and a secret throwing knife.

For the sake of seeing Jaka Pasirluhur stunned, Jayaseta whirled his body imitating the style of the Celestial Girl and replaced the backstabbing of me with a fist that flowed a little energy from the development of the Iron Fist style.

BUGS!

Jaka Pasirluhur's chest is beaten like a godam. He fell in a sitting state, as if crumbling his bones.

As a swordsman, however, Jaka Pasirluhur Sang Kudi Langit still does his best to face the enemy. He rises.

Jayasera turned again but this time gave a straight kick, combined with the Kudi Hyang Bayu style of Sang Kudi Langit with a kick style from the country Hindustan taught by Grandpa Keling.

Inevitably Jaka Pasirluhur was thrown away when Jayaseta's kick back hit his chest. The hand he was holding fell out of his hand.

Jayaseta is hunting him, still not wanting to let go of the opponent and wants to teach him more. At least this time he will break the ribs or break the arms and shoulders of Jaka Pasirluhur.

"Wait, kids. Aki please stop!" a woman's voice suddenly sounded. Jayaseta stopped her kick right in front of a woman.

"Punish this man, child. He is the leader of my bodyguard. I know he is guilty of drinking, but I guarantee he is not a bad person when he is sane" she added.

Jaka Pasirluhur who was in pain suddenly slowly realized from his drunkenness especially when he saw who came suddenly.

He could only say, "Heyai ...."

However, Jayaseta was now the one who was stunned.

This woman is wearing a green fashion. His shawl covered the head, but the black strands of wavy hair were sticking out beautifully from behind the cloth.

Jayaseta remembered a pair of clear eyes like a well, a sharp nose and a clean white skin.

Jayaseta took off the cloth covering her mouth.

The wine seller and the people around had already left from this match place. Only three warriors against Jaka Pasirluhur who still stand under the tree guarding their friend who is still not awake and pay attention to the course of the fight.

It took a while for the woman to recognize the face in front of her.

The handsome face of this tall man was covered with mustache, beard and sideburns. But a pair of narrow eyes and a sharp nose like the Arabs and Persians it is impossible to forget.

The woman was gobsmacked, "Rear .. Jayaseta's brother? Are you that, brother?"

Jayaseta smiled broadly, "Right, Almira. I'm Jayaseta."