The Thousand Mask Warrior

Dara Cempaka's

Dara was made a fool of by the four Jayaseta attacks that were done so quickly towards the upper part of her body. It must open the fan to hold and obscure the attacker's attention.

Jayaseta is by no means insolent by playing around with Dara in this fight. Instead, he took Dara seriously and tried to deliver a deadly attack launched in some form to see how Dara received and faced the enemy.

Indeed, if he is fighting a dangerous enemy, the deadly attack he uses may be a trick or formless technique to directly kill the opponent. But with Dara, he still tried Dara's ability as a form of 'serving' the young swordsman.

It could be because he has 'direstui' the grandfather to really give a lesson while learning from the grandson. He also tries to appreciate the anger and annoyance of the virgin because it is considered to be played. Thus, attacking in earnest is actually a form of reward itself.

Dara still does not want to accept the fact that most likely the enemy he faces does have a science of kanuragan that is far above it.

Dara retaliates by returning a stab with her fan to Jayaseta's chest. The one who was attacked retreated a little, but as Dara said before, he threatened to scratch Jayaseta's neck, so that's what he did.

SRETT!!

The fan opens like a garuda's wings trying to cut the swordsman's neck.

Deftly, imitating the essence of the scan style used by Dara before, Jayaseta took off the cloth that covered her waist, wrapped Dara's arm and locked it to the girl's neck.

Dara was amazingly surprised because her nurse was emulated entirely. He immediately removed the fan and pulled out one of his several conde stitches and thrust it towards Jayaseta.

Jayaseta was forced to relinquish his lockdown and roll backwards on the floor.

Seeing his quarry loose, Dara threw his skewer, not one but all three.

SLEPT UP!

SLEPT UP!

SLEPT UP!

Three skewers of konde stuck in Jayaseta's wooden mask. This was because Jayaseta had suddenly removed her mask and used it as a weapon by re-mimicking the style of Dara's gayong silat fan.

In one move Jayaseta advanced, locking both arms outstretched Dara with a single sabet of jarit cloth that he used as a scan then his mask that was stuck in the gold skewer was moved quickly hit towards the face, neck, and neck, dara's chest and stomach.

The four lightning-fast attacks were only a fingernail's distance from the target. This means Jayaseta accidentally did not hit Dara with his consecutive attacks.

Dara riveted. The fierce wind of rapid and extraordinarily powerful attacks struck his face and body. He also had time to see the face of the attacker clearly in a distance that is also very close.

Jayaseta retreated immediately and dropped the cloth and placed the mask on the shiny dark wooden floor.

He's squawking. "I'm sorry Nimas. My name is Jayaseta from Java. Intentions want to meet Datuk Mas Kuning because he wants to convey a message from someone he might know and have little need anyway," Jayaseta looked at Dara and then looked at the grandfather.

"If indeed the grandfather is Datuk Mas Kuning, the servant also asks for forgiveness for thousands of mercy for being a carelessly uninvited guest, settling down like a thief. But I do not want to make it difficult and troublesome for my grandfather to enter through the front door guarded by many soldiers."

The grandfather chuckled again. He looked at Dara who was still standing glued, "Nah, well, Dara. You're still not satisfied to give our guests this lesson? Now we know that he didn't mean anything bad, did he? Now, can you talk to our guest?" said the grandfather who turned out to be Datuk Mas Kuning. The grandfather seems to understand well the nature and character of Dara who although sweet-faced, beautiful, white and delicate but with hard temperament and unyielding.

Dara blinked her two eyes that could not be separated looking at Jayaseta. He seemed to be conscious and looked towards his grandfather. His tongue could not say anything.

If it can be said about the only stupidity and stupidity of Jayaseta, is his own ignorance about the charm that he can spread to the opposite sex.

He may have a myriad of canuragan sciences, but the problem of self-image, he is the same as a pundit.

He had no idea at all that his face was so handsome and handsome; the combination of Java, China and Persia, brought the opposite sex to its knees without even fighting.

Almira and Pratiwi, two girls who bow only in the first meeting. Now Dara, who feels a strange passion in the body of his 15 years. He felt weak to see the handsome face of the enemy who managed to defeat him entirely, both body and soul fighting. He lost absolutely.

Her sweet face became even sweeter. The fury faded, replaced by strange explosions in his stomach and chest cavity. Dara could do nothing but hover.

"Neurope ... Nimas is okay? Is my attack on nimas?" jayaseta asked suddenly.

"Oh ... Oh ... No ... Anything at all..."

That's all that came out of his mouth.

Initially Jayaseta was worried that a Pratiwi was present in Dara. Pratiwi who is a beautiful, young but cruel female swordsman and according to Jayaseta is also crazy, able to make his life unsettled. I don't know if he was killed by his attack weeks ago in Betawi.

Fortunately, according to Jayaseta, Dara's knowledge is felt far below Pratiwi, and so is his attitude. He looked riveted and did not want to attack him again like before. In this much calmer state, Jayaseta was able to see Dara better.

The parasite is tiny and sweet. Maybe he was no more than sixteen, he thought. His hair was long unraveled, apart from his bun because his condo stitch had been used entirely as a weapon.

But the face of this young girl reddened, in contrast to when Dara was angry with him. What the hell's going on? Jayaseta. Did he hurt her so hard, Jayaseta thought again, so clueless and stupid.

My grandfather understood this problem. He looked at his grandson with understanding. "Finally the problem of young people can be solved here,” said the grandfather broke the stiffness, especially from the angle of Dara.

“ Unexpectedly, the young champion who is powerful, the Thousand Mask Swordsman from the island of Java to the land of Sukadana on the island of Tanjung Pura,” said the Datuk slowly but gave extraordinary results.

Dara again gasped to hear the grandfather's words, as well as Jayaseta himself. It was only fitting that he was easily defeated by the masked man. If indeed this handsome man is indeed a warrior whose fame has preceded his arrival, then he has just faced a powerful swordsman.

Dara felt her stomach break down, her head dizzy and her knees weakened, already quite a shock for today she thought. Apparently this dashing young swordsman is not only handsome, but he is really real.

Even Jayaseta himself was shocked not a bitch because his grandfather even recognized him well. How did this old man know who he was?

"True, I'm called Datuk Mas Kuning. And it's true how you met me in secret like this. As a swordsman it is not good for us to be easily surprised and feel threatened by the arrival of foreigners who want to visit in these unusual circumstances, is not it, my granddaughter Dara Cempaka?"

"G ... Yes, yes ... Datuk," that was all the young girl who turned out to be named Dara Cempaka was able to say.

"It is the servant who truly apologizes. It is indeed this unusual situation that requires the servant to decide to meet the grandfather in an unusual way. Servants are reluctant to seek trouble with the soldiers. Especially having to force in. Then there will be another battle that cornered the grandfather's place. In fact, I had to meet with my grandfather because he had come all the way from Java with this goal," replied Jayaseta.

The grandfather shook his hand, "It doesn't matter to me. I just didn't expect that a famous swordsman in the whole archipelago was talking to me right now. Isn't that right, Dara?"

Dara this time tried half-dead not to become stiff again. He did not want to look ridiculous in front of the warrior. "Yes, brother ... Jayaceta. Brother .. Ah ... Who feel guilty for having been rash to attack brother," he said as best as possible. But he later regretted using bada talk that was too sweet. He was worried that he sounded flirtatious and odd in front of Jayaseta.

While the stupid Jayaseta just breathed a sigh of relief because it seems their misunderstanding has been resolved. Though he could not see the loving face of Dara Cempaka this sweet with his chest that seemed to want to explode because of kasmaran.