The Thousand Mask Warrior

Peelings

One breath everyone was stunned, stunned and unable to say anything. An incredible scene like a dance and stage performance in front of them just happened. The difference is that this event is real.

King Nio yelled giving orders to the slave and his crew to clear everything. Collecting bodies and injured people.

He also shouted that he forgave the wounded pirates to immediately return to their carriers and immediately leave their dreams of hijacking this ship and defeating the Thousand Mask Warrior.

Teetering with complaints of pain and deep disappointment, the remaining wounded raiders were swept away by the slaves and the crew of two aircraft carriers of the pirates to return to their ships.

Not long ago this happened, a slow clap of hands was heard many times.

All eyes were fixed on one figure standing three spears in front of Jayaseta who was still cross-legged, meditating, regulating his inner power.

The figure was none other than an old man, about sixty or seventy years old, who gave the mask he called the Ireng Lokajaya Mask to Jayaseta.

The grandfather wore sagging pants with a buttonless long-sleeved top shirt whose undersides were mutually inferred, revealing his thin, dry chest. His head was covered with cloth. All the clothes are black.

"It is not free that I try this all to see an event that is so stunning," he said more to myself but spoken loudly and loudly.

Jayaseta opened her eyes slowly. Even though he was cross-legged and focused, but all his senses were not dead at all.

"My name is Karsa, but actually people from the martial world call me the title, the Poet Baka, because I scratched the wounds on the bodies of my victims like writing poetry" said the grandfather.

All eyes held their breath. Jayaseta himself began to think hard about what was happening. He even felt he had seen this grandfather other than a few lahi then on the boat but somewhere, somewhere.

He remembers now, he was a grandfather who was in the house of a Javanese physician who treated him in a cottage in Betawi after his fight with the de Jaager brothers.

He had already begun to remember his face, a grandfather who stood outside the hut clasping a celurit.

"I know you're starting to remember, don't you, Jayaseta?"

Jayaseta started to stand up with great difficulty. All kinds of pain in his body were screaming.

"What do you want, old man?"

"alright. I don't have to mince words anymore if that's what you want," the grandfather fingered the back of his waist and pulled out an ivory-handled keris, a long Malay-style bladed.

Jayaseta knows the kris as Kyai Keris Berhuh Pratiwi Island. He left the kris along with two discs made by his grandfather Keling, a disc and a secret knife made by Salman's grandfather on the bamboo hill where he fought with the de Jaager brothers.

"This dagger is mine, which I gave to my grandson, Pratiwi. I initially wondered why he gave the kris to you, Jayaseta, the enemy who killed his own mother, as well as my biological daughter, Sarti. Love defeats everything. But look now, this kris you just throw away" said the grandfather named Karsa.

"So this is all about revenge and revenge, isn't it Karsa's grandfather?"

"Ck.ck.ck.., young swordsman, you're too easy to draw a conclusion. The world is still too vast for you to understand, although I'm not surprised you're lucky enough to have accepted Bharata and Salman's guidance" Karsa's grandfather said.

Jayaseta could no longer hide her surprise, "Where did you know them? Your granddaughter who killed Salman's grandfather so vilely, is that the one who told you everything, old man?"

"Ha.ha.ha, you really see things narrowly, don't you? Me, Salman and Bharata certainly know each other. In our youth we felt invincible. But the world and life devoured us raw. Obviously Bharata didn't explain it to you and Salman didn't have time to tell it. What is clear is that Salman is against me because he chose to fight the company and Betawi while I am their confidant, just like my grandson, Pratiwi and my son Sarti with his Hell Earth Needle group. Bharata himself chose to be a coward by hiding alone in Giri."

Jayaseta began to digest all this knowledge.

"These pirates didn't come by themselves. After a long time I tried to find out where you are, I was finally able to find you in Semarang. I asked them for the power of the Walanda Company in Betawi to finish you off. The Cutong Bubble Group clearly benefited a lot. They get paid from the Company, get a pirated jung and its contents, and who obviously has a chance to kill a famous swordsman in the land of Java."

"Jayaseta was able to stand even though he was not really upright. "It cost me so much my life that you even bothered chasing me to the top of this ocean, old man."

Karsa wagged his hand that held a keris in the air. "No, it's not that problem. You have to admit it's fun, isn't it, how does life find you in such a magical way?"

Jayaseta took a deep breath but kept herself relaxed as the pain throughout her body was still pecking.

"After finding you in Semarang, I promised Pratiwi to take you back and marry you to her. Ha ha ha ... Of course I lied. He didn't even know that I found you in Semarang. I obviously want to kill you, no matter how. However, apparently, the head of this pirate had become a lump of dead meat. Be the two of us face to face on the deck of the ship. I hope you still have energy for one more swordsman, Jayaseta," the grandfather chuckled.

"Far off chasing me just for a fight?"

"Our achievements are different, old man. After all, you used every means including using the pirates to kill me, not with your own hands. You said that yourself. Now you have to fight me alone because they have failed. So where is that achievement? Besides, you're old. I'm not going to fight with someone who's been as old as my own teacher."

"Bed*ebah, motherfucker*at! You have to fight me with all your heart. I have ordered my men in Semarang to kill Almira when I first return to Semarang, not you. But if I get to Semarang, I will kill your beloved wife with my keris!"

Jayaseta was shocked to death by the name of his wife. He jumped in shock. His blood rippled back to the brain so that the blood in the wounds dripped back out.

"Baj*ingan old tengi*k! What's really in that old brain of yours. Don't blame me for disrespecting you. Until you touch Almira, I'll ...,"

The grandfather laughed out loud until the veins on his neck were clearly visible.

"Yes, yes ... That's the spirit I want, Jayaseta. Prepare yourself. May the remnants of that energy still be able to save you from this krisku. Of course if you die, that intoxicatingly beautiful wife of yours will soon overtake you to the afterlife!"

Jayaseta shouted furiously, but her chest hurt. The remnants of wild energy were still entrenched within his body.

"Originally you know Jayaseta. The mask you are wearing is indeed the property of Sunan Kalijaga when he was a criminal. Even he felt that in order to achieve self-perfection, he had to go through this dark path!"

Jayaseta took off her mask that had been decorated with blood, "Take this yours, old old geezer!"

Jayaseta threw the bloody black mask towards Karsa who deftly brushed off with his dagger.

PRAK!

Ireng Lokajaya's mask is split in two.

***

The good looks of Antonio da Silva are actually a blend of the two beauties of the nation. He was a tupas, a man of mixed Pranggi and Timorese blood. His father, Gaspar da Silva, was a Pranggi merchant who married his mother, Maria, who was born on the island of Timor and moved to the island of Flores, Larantuka to be exact.

His father came to Flores to buy the famous sandalwood from the area and then sold the oil as a fragrance to the country of Hindustan.

Antonio da Silva's mustache followed his father, taper to the side under his nose which was also sharp, typical of the people across the street. His facial bones, especially his chin, were firm. The black color of his household perfected his manhood.

The kingdom of Larantuka from which it originated was Christianized by the Dominican order of the Pranggi Christian Christian religion, including the islands of Timor, Adonara, Lomblem, Alor and Pantar.

Being born and raised with Pranggi Catholic influence, religiously and statistically, Antonio da Silva also resented the Walandas and the United Kingdom.

Most likely because the two Caucasians are competing with the Pranggi Kingdom in terms of trade and the teachings of the Christian religion that they profess different streams, namely the so-called Protestant Christians.

Not only that, when he was very young, at that early age he had lost his father who died at sea. The merchant ship Pranggi came into contact with the battleship Walanda accidentally. Not long, Pranggi's ship was bombarded with cannon fire until it sank to the bottom of the ocean.

Even because of sharing the same hostility, Sultan Agung Hanyakrakusuma Mataram had formed a friendship and alliance with Pranggi to attack and defeat Walanda entrenched in Betawi. It's just that Pranggi was considered still weak enough to help Mataram.

No wonder King Nio was very upset when he found out that the old grandfather was an accomplice of Walanda Kompeni in Betawi.

The explanation of the old man shows that he is very cunning, unlike Walanda.

A dog imitates its master, doesn't it? Thought King Nio.

His hand was already holding back his armour tightly. He was not willing to let the warrior face back with the rotten criminal alone.

Just after Jayaseta threw the mask of Ireng Lokajaya and was repelled by Karsa who called himself the Poet of Baka, King Nio attacked him.

The grandfather turned out to be careless, it was proven he only had time to see the arrival of the kelewang King Nio cut his neck with the tip of his eye only.

The head of Karsa of the Poet Baka rolled on the floor with the collapse of his thin, dry and old body.

King Nio took a deep breath and looked at Jayaseta who had fallen back down, "Well, no wonder he was called a Poet, he was just a lot of talk."

King Nio looked at his leeway and then looked back at Jayaseta, "Don't thank me, I have to thank you. Your wife is safe now. Later when you return from Sukadana, get on my ship again and meet your wife, Jayaseta. Isn't that your name?"