The Thousand Mask Warrior

Pattani Silat

It can be said that all the buildings in Sukadana are built of wood. Both the house and the palace even stood on the ground with wooden poles that stuck deep into the ground.

The difference is that officials, important people, rich people and members of the kingdom have larger and sturdy buildings, wider courtyards and a neater arrangement of buildings and have various uses.

On the island of Java, the average building is made with a stacked stone foundation, red bricks arranged and taped with adhesive from a mixture of lime, clay soil, sand and egg white. Indeed, some poor people and from the lower classes often only use the walls of bamboo woven.

In Sukadana, only the houses of important people including officials and princes were decorated with brick walls or stone floors. This is also because it imitates and imitates the habits on the island of Java.

The stone steps on the hill before reaching the wooden-beam fortified house Datuk Mas Kuning clearly show that the owner of the residence is an important person in Sukadana.

Jayaseta wore a wooden mask decorated with bird feathers that showed the former puncture marks of Dara Cempaka's gold conde. He had worn a similar buttonless long-sleeved shirt the day before, as well as knee-length pants covered in a piece of knit wrapped around his waist.

Keris Kyai Lucky Island is tucked behind her clothes.

Like yesterday, the soldiers with spear, sword and even crimped guard scattered in various corners escorting the three-story wooden house.

Similar to the night before, Jayaseta settles soundlessly like a bobcat. He passed through several guards, including guards on each floor as he jumped from one floor to another.

Dara Cempaka's sweet face was the first Jayaseta saw. He wore a high-collared shirt and long-sleeved green that stuck tight to adjust the curves of his body. He was also still wearing a scan cloth that covered the lower part of his body. His long hair was neatly arranged with four skewers of golden konde as an ornament.

He stood with both hands clinging to his body. His shy smile expands when he sees the idol of the heart appear.

Datuk Mas Kuning sits on the same square Chinese chair as before.

Jayaseta looked around, unmasked, rested and joked, "Good night, sister Dara Cempaka and Datuk Mas Kuning. Forgive me for coming back here today."

"Already, already, just upload it, nakmas. We know you came with an important need, and I don't mind at all" the grandfather replied without further ado. Of course this makes Jayaseta not feel good.

"Well, what kind of warrior are you, nakmas? If I may guess, it seems that you are not a fan of inner energy. Although such a magic canuragan is easy for you to master, but you choose to fight the enemy with gestures and deadly moves."

Suddenly, Jayaseta thought. He was surprised by the speech of the grandfather, although his speech was frankly true.

"You also try to always finish the fight quickly. Paralysing the enemy by attacking using any weapon in your hands and around is one of your fighting styles. One more thing, you have the ability to imitate and fuse the enemy's moves. That's why when you fight, you don't really prepare and decide to fight with a certain style. Everything adjusts."

Jayaseta. He realized that the words of the grandfather had not been spared.

Datuk Mas Kuning. His body doesn't properly show the kink.

"We'll talk a lot back about your stab wound full of the curse poison. But now watch this for a moment" the grandfather put up a silat-horse. He moves his hands and feet in the form of a series of moves.

Jayaseta looked at the reverence. He did not have time to say anything, but the grandfather, like all the great teachers who had been his hunting ground, seemed to open the door wide so that all the secrets were clearly opened.

The grandfather's movements were more like dancing rather than shining. In general, the flowers on various sciences and styles of silat are intended as a determinant of the attack or the style to be released. It can also be a form of opening a series of movements or tricks so that the enemy can be fooled by what attacks will be released.

It's just that the flowers of the grandfather's silat movement tend to have a meaning to be conveyed rather than useful power.

At first Jayasetaa was confused with the moves of the grandfather. But for a moment he can see the energy content in every movement.

The grandfather's ten fingers flicked, trembled and waved before then ending with a single loud punch.

An explosion of energy.

"You used to take the essence of a silat, didn't you? Eliminate everything that you think is not important. However, this silat pulut is the opposite. All motion is aimed at achieving all possible things, making full use of the possibilities of movement and movement."

While talking the grandfather continued to show his moves that were done slowly, steadily, but always ended with an explosion of energy.

"Hang Tuah, a Malay hero from Malacca, is known as the base of all types of Malay silat, spreading the Gayong style of silat throughout the Malay archipelago, including by his son, Tun Biajid who fled to Pahang due to his resistance against the Pranggis. This silat is a disguised form of Gayong silat which is prohibited by the Pranggi people."

"If in the form of a disguise of Gayong moves intended to kill enemies, this dance-like silat pulut actually has a high content of self-control. Control yourself not to show the danger of punches and kicks. Control yourself so as not to laugh, to be humble and down. But on the contrary, by freeing themselves to the forms of dance that empower the body as best as possible, silat pulut prepares the fighters with all the possible moves they will face from the enemy."

The grandfather's hand struck forward, down, and to the side, another one of his hands formed a wave motion and cut through the air with the side of his palm.

"Silat Melayu Hang Tuah also reached Pattani, a Malay Islamic kingdom whose power consisted of Pattani, Yala, and others, Narathiwat and five other areas of Songlha near the area inhabited and controlled by the Siamese in the Buddhist kingdom of Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya. This silat is often also called Gayung Pattani silat," the grandfather closed his silat dance movement by returning to the basic attitude.

Jayaseta did not stop hearing and pervading everything she saw and heard from her grandfather.

"Of course, silat in Pattani has been around for hundreds of years before but is influenced by other Malay styles of silat, like the Hang Tuah silat of course and broke into several parts such as Tiger Silat which is similar to the Minang silat in Pagaruyung kingdom, Silat Gayung or Gayong and Pointer Alam," the grandfather looked at Dara Cempaka, "Kemari, Dara."

Dara Cempaka slightly embarrassedly approached her grandfather.

“Silat Pattani also has silat pulut element, it is also named so. This is because the Patani silat was removed by the kingdom so that it was then disguised as a folk performance art. Well, Dara, show Jayaseta the silat pulut dance moves of Pattani!"

Dara Cempaka was surprised by the grandfather's order. It doesn't matter if Jayaseta isn't here. He was a disciple of the grandfather who was not much, including the father who was the grandfather's son. However, doing so in front of Jayaseta made him nervous to death. But anyway he still did it after closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Her grandfather's request must have had a purpose for Jayaseta's good.

***

Dara Cempaka moved gracefully. Like there is no deadly style in the series of dance when viewed with the naked eye of the cantoragan. But Jayaseta imitated the silat pulut Pattani moves and felt something extraordinary.

There are things that arouse the essence of shortness. With all these dancing moves, stretching out the hands, twisting the body, tilting the head, making him understand every corner of his body.

Every part of the muscles, bones, and even the skin is reached by the senses. He has power over all sides of his body.

The body of Dara Cempaka rotates, sometimes flashing beautifully but full of strength. He danced in silence even though the sound of the harbor was in his mind and joined his every step.

***

BUGS!

Jayaseta was thrown backwards and held her body to a stop before hitting the wooden wall.

Dara Cempaka held back her shout, seeing the grandfather just released his punch and hit Jayaseta's chest.

"Prepare yourself, nakmas. We'll play around in silence for a moment. You are a young swordsman so pick a match. I don't know how many warriors lost or died in your hands. I don't know how many robbers and bedugals are ruined by your lunge. In fact, beating me is not really difficult for you," said the grandfather.

"Wait, grandpa. What does grandfather really mean? Servant does not intend to accept grandfather's request to exchange mutual empowerment. I came here to ask my grandfather for help" Jayaseta replied, pleading.

"I think you've always been able to find a solution against a variety of enemies with a high level of prowess and devotion. Since most of your fights are life and death, you take advantage of everything. Weapons, moves, even inner strength, including from the curse poison Kyai Plered. Now it's time you assumed there wasn't any. Face me with empty hands. Release yourself from the inner labor that you yourself are actually honestly admitting not very interested in."

Eve consciousness hit Jayaseta.

The great wisdom of the grandfather reminded him of the way Grandpa Keling and Grandpa Salman taught.

There is clearly a strong reason why he was asked to face the grandfather this time in a match.

Jayaseta gave a small, almost invisible smile. He took off Kyai's keris of the Philosopher's Island and placed it on the floor then stood back up.

DAG!

BUGS!

Jayaseta did not have time to prepare when the grandfather had again landed one punch followed by a light strike on the chest.

Jayaseta collapses but rolls around deftly without a sound.