The Thousand Mask Warrior

Paripurna Swordsman

A half moon appeared on the sidelines of the black clouds that were moving. Torches and oil lamps cast the shadow of the guards who were several were busy flushing, spitting the red liquid onto the ground.

Jayaseta is still trying to avoid the Yellow Datuk Mas attack which more often targets his chest and stomach. Previously he had been hit three times by the Grandfather's attacks were launched so quickly and unexpectedly.

But then after the follow-up attacks have been read, Jayaseta decided to give a little reply. How beautiful and appropriate for this Malacca Gayong silat must have a certain pattern and characteristics that can be taken saripati.

So Jayaseta responded with a long punch with a low kick towards the grandfather's chest and thighs.

It was something that Jayaseta did not expect at all when Datuk Mas Kuning's hands brushed off Jayaseta's punch and caught his leg. Then one twisting motion made Jayaseta fall rolling forward.

"This one is named Silat Gayung Tigers Pattani," the grandfather smiled. His horses turned wider and his ten fingers formed claws.

Jayaseta slid forward, again delivering similar punches and kicks. Again the grandfather locked Jayaseta's feet, but because of Jayaseta's intelligence in understanding a move, he did not want the same incident to happen again. He held the grandfather's arm and was about to turn around twisting and slamming the great grandfather.

Again, something beyond Jayaseta's expectations happened. The grandfather patted Jayaseta's hand, turning the nurse again by delivering a short punch with a sideways head thrown without a swipe, straight towards Jayaseta's chest.

Not just once, five to six punches slammed into the swordsman's chest.

Jayaseta felt the weight of the power of the short but fast punch and carried out over and over it shook his body, stretching back the new wounds that had not healed properly on his body.

Jayaseta brushed off fists seven and eight, replying with one straight punch. The grandfather took a step back, tilting his body, Jayaseta's fist stuck to his outer arm. Datuk took another step forward straight and planted his fist.

Jayaseta crossed both arms in front of her chest so that her chest was restrained this time even though her body took a few steps back and stopped before hitting the wooden wall, making Dara Cempaka almost unable to resist stopping the fight because of his concern for Jayaseta.

"Balong ... Silat with a sip?!" jayaseta said he was amazed because the grandfather also mastered the style of silat that he had faced on the deck of the ship the other day.

The grandfather chuckled, while Dara Cempaka exclaimed, "Cough, grandfather is sure of this silat game.? I'm sure Jayaseta's brother is still imperfect. Didn't he ask for help from his grandfather? Grandpa could have hurt him again."

The grandfather smiled, did not want to embarrass and add to the shame of his granddaughter who was kasmaran, because when yesterday night at the same time, he said, Dara Cempaka was the one who all out hit Jayaseta to even want to finish him off.

"Well, yeah ... You hear me, nakmas Jayaseta? If you're still hurt, maybe we don't have to continue the game."

Jayaseta stood up straight, "No, no. Servant is absolutely okay. Please give back the lesson to the servant. Sorry, sister Dara, I feel this is an important and appropriate time to obtain extraordinarily valuable guidance. No need to worry."

The grandfather looked at his granddaughter with a seductive look, making Dara scowl her face, pretending to be angry.

"Cough, I will continue attacking!" Jayaseta is moving forward. This time he tried to attack with a straight movement in the style of sepapan, but gave a little touch of long fist silat Pattani.

Datuk Mas Kuning fended off one long fist by lowering his body and stretching out one arm. Jayaseta gave the attack again, but Datuk Mas Kuning took a soft turn, making Jayaseta punch meaningless, hitting the empty space.

THE PLAQUE!

Hard slap hit the nape of Jayaseta. He fell down and rolled forward.

"You're really still sad, nakmas? Or maybe it's because we're playing in a tight spot and holding the sound?" datuk Mas Kuning.

"Maybe both, grandfather," Jayaseta replied.

"When in a street battle, you might just pull out your best attack so that the fight won't last long, won't you, nakmas? Let's try again as best we can, don't hesitate to attack me who could have been quickly conquered in the actual fight scene."

Jayaseta felt that it was useless if he did not mean it in this canoean fighting game. His reluctance is the same as a weakness and underestimation of the grandfather.

So Jayaseta went back forward, sweeping the grandfather's leg with two thunder kicks from the South. The grandfather raised one leg and jumped slowly to avoid the second kick.

All escaped.

"My turn!" exclaims restrained by the grandfather. The Boxing Bogem Watu Gunung hit three points on Jayaseta's body, opening a wound that would only heal. Blood is flowing out again. The Thunder Kick from the South struck the waist, and the slash of the palm of Garuda Ngelayang nearly slashed Jayaseta's jaw if he did not fend it off.

To his surprise that the grandfather was also able to replicate his moves, Jayaseta hit back with a punch and a Buddhist Palm strike with almost unequaled speed.

The grandfather this time was clearly overwhelmed. Three attacks can be repelled, two attacks are avoided, but two fists penetrate cross-legged and lodged in his shoulders and chest.

The grandfather took three steps back. Rotating his body, giving silat flowers with both hands and ready to slide back to attack.

The grandfather's attack came to a halt while Jayaseta suddenly clashed on the floor, "Nor, grandfather. Slave lost!" abugn.

Dara Cempaka who had since noticed this great fight was stunned and astonished. Jayaseta can still win the fight. He had just urged the grandfather and could have just kept doing it. But instead, he suddenly admitted defeat.

The grandfather himself clearly stopped attacking Jayaseta. "Why did you give up, nakmas? Didn't you realize very well that you could beat me in ...,"

"Five more moves!"

"Five more moves!"

Datuk Mas Kuning and Jayaseta answered simultaneously.

The grandfather smiled widely and giggled with satisfaction.

"Well, yeah ... Explain what you learned nakmas swordsman."

"Coughs. Now this disciple of yours understands that all this time the servant has never focused the fight on the pure ability of his own servant. Servants only use various ways and efforts to win the fight," said Jayaseta.

"Continue!" the grandfather folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Patuk realize that the servant uses a variety of weapons, imitating the style of the enemy, or even assisted by the energy in both the inner power that the servant trains himself or from the poison power of the curse spear Kyai Ageng Plered. But the servant never mastered and knew the body and true abilities of the servant himself.

"It will be difficult when there are no weapons that I can use. There is no style that can be imitated, and can not also use the power within. Datuk exemplifies that there will be enemies who have the ability to fight with moves that are rich and unknown at all, whether in any part of the world.

"While the servant can defeat the grandfather, the grandfather himself already knows how and how the servant will defeat the grandfather. It is the sign of the highest consciousness, the ability to understand the universe, oneself, and fate.

"Cough I understand everything. The grandfather had predicted all the movements of the servant and how the servant would attack. With this understanding, the grandfather can change the course and actions to face the servant, even defeat the servant."

Datuk Mas Kuning looked at the grandson whose eyes were sparkling watching the swordsman's intelligence.

"Well, nakmas, you are able to melt all kinds of silat whatever the shape. You are able to move fast, loamy and agile. But you don't know your own body. You fight with the moves you feel are important and throw away the ones you feel are unnecessary. It mostly works. However, I only added a possibility, what if your opponent is a warrior with a complicated and rich fighting style, who does not throw away even the things that you feel are unnecessary ...,"

"Then, the servant will not be able to read the opponent's movements. As a result, the servant again steals the inner power in which all the inner energy in the body of the servant will try to take advantage to come out and take over the servant," Jayaseta cut. The ray of consciousness illuminated him completely.

"That's why you'll never escape the poison, nakmas. As long as your inner energy is used, the more slowly you will become addicted and become one with the inner energy itself. You will indeed be remembered as a warrior of choice, invincible, with a soul gnawed from within."

Jayaseta is sitting down. He rubbed his hair. "Cough, help my grandfather. All this time the servant was too happy and not aware that the servant did not know himself at all."

Tonight Jayaseta learns that the essence of all victory is not to defeat the enemy, but to defeat oneself. Knowing yourself, understanding the enemy and understanding the universe are necessary conditions to become a master swordsman.

The grandfather understood his limitations so that he knew full well that he would lose. But he was so brave because the understanding of life and death made a warrior perfect.