The Thousand Mask Warrior

Arak

For months Pratiwi had not heard from his grandfather and twin sister, Karsa and Mandura, the twin swordsmen of the Poet Baka.

They are both capable telik password besides being very powerful anyway. If he had recovered properly, it is clear that he had set foot from this place to drag his beloved Jayaseta's leg, forcing him to marry him right now.

But what can be said, Jayaseta attacks that imprint on his chest still often recur and stab the inside of his body.

Karsa the grandfather promised to take the young swordsman titled Swordsman the Thousand Mask. To convince himself, Pratiwi ordered some members of the Hell Earth Needle to participate.

Pratiwi even lied to the Walanda Company that paid them, that the Hell Earth Needle members were on a task to secure Walanda's interests outside Betawi.

But it may have been more than two months since the last father of his mother, Sarti, was gone and there was no word even from the members of the Hell Earth Needle.

He himself was still struggling to treat the pain he suffered.

Under a shady tree, in a field some distance from the moat surrounding the Betawi city fortress, Pratiwi wore a piece of cloth and another piece of cloth that wrapped the lower part of his body like a male loincloth.

His smooth, dark-skinned body was splattered by the piercing sunlight like a universal needle passing through the leaves. Her tightly coiled hair showed off her slender nape.

This beautiful scenery full of energy will soon be erased when you see what is being done by the tiny young woman. Pratiwi is training his canuragan.

The slender arms and legs hit and kicked the air so fast and hard. His movements were not at all gurgling and gentle, instead filled with energy and anger.

Yu noticed not so far away from the place. Like all Chinese men in the Ming dynasty, he rolled his long hair over his head and made a konde with a long stick of wood.

The clothes were a faded white color that was slightly shabby. He wore a shirt with wide sleeves not buttoned but strappy and long pants that are also wide and conical at the ankles. He was barefoot, sitting cross-legged, chewing on a weed while looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him.

But his heart was full of worry. The female warrior had yet to completely recover, even after such a long time. It was only because of his stubbornness that Pratiwi was able to heal faster, how severe the wounds he suffered.

Although Pratiwi was able to move with agility and nimble, his punches and kicks were powerful, but he still could not use his internal energy well. Every time he tried to use even a little bit of inner strength, his chest would feel tight, even in some cases, he could vomit blood.

Yu from the first moment to help Pratiwi continued to try to provide regular treatment with Zhen Jiu or needle puncture treatment to Pratiwi.

At first Yu thought he would never see the girl back after her departure the other day.

However, suddenly after a few days Pratiwi appears to Meester Equa's medical house and immediately looks for Yu. He asked Yu to give him the needle treatment because his chest felt tight. The wound reappeared.

Yu still has not found the exact point of Pratiwi's treatment. Although thanks to his treatment, Pratiwi found strength slowly, but it was not enough. He wants to heal as quickly as possible. There was a lot of work to be done and he had to intervene.

Meester Equa said that even if he intervened to help with treatment, it made no difference. He understood western and eastern medicine in the form of plants and herbs and Zhen Jiu which he had taught Yu. Ngalimin insisted he knew nothing about such injuries. He also feared Pratiwi because he was a member of the Walanda army under the de Jaager group. From the beginning he was never asked to help the girl, he did not want to be presumptuous, said Ngalimin.

Yu could not blame her, Pratiwi was indeed no ordinary girl.

However, he still argues that Ngalimin understands everything related to treatment from this kind of wound, battle wound. Probably from the result of a deep burst of energy and the like. It's just, there's nothing he can do right now.

Yu threw away the weeds he had bitten. The sun is rising upwards. He did not see anything worrying today to Pratiwi. He is also impatient today because it is not ignored by Pratiwi, just like other days.

He stood up, walking towards the market near the city fortress with a slow.

Pratiwi watched Yu the Chinese healer leave with the tail of his eyes. He continued to play deadly moves without trying to use his inner power.

***

They farm rice and sugar cane so that they can distill wine made from brown rice, sugar cane and nira. Arak made by the Chinese people in Betawi is even a popular merchandise in their country.

Even Jan Pieterzoon Coen, the governor of Betawi at that time, precisely in 1619 AD said that, "Our nation must drink or die."

These words show the importance of wine to the Walanda people, whether to drink and enjoy itself, for health, pleasure or for trade.

The Chinese had distilled wine long before Walanda came and took Betawi.

Noted, the Dutch fleet under the leadership of Wybrand van Warwijck on the second voyage to the archipelago had stopped by Jayakarta, before the area would be named Batavia in Walanda or known as Betawi in Malay, Malay language, on the way to Maluku. In Jayakarta they prepared and filled ships with all kinds of supplies in 1599 AD. 

On the sidelines of collecting clean water for drinking, they also bought rice wine in large quantities from the Chinese. Eight years later, in 1607 AD, Admiral Cornelis Matelied de Jonge who docked in Jayakarta testified that they obtained kendi-kendi wine here.

In addition, the Governor General of the Walanda VOC trading company, Gerard Rejnst also signed a cooperation agreement between himself and the prince of Jayakarta in 1614 AD which contained the power to build a warehouse and the abolition of taxes on wine.

Babah Lau was one of the traders and entrepreneurs of this wine in Betawi. The wine shop may not be too big, but is one of the most crowded because it is considered to have quality and taste with high taste.

Walanda soldiers, hired native soldiers, until traders and tourists every day always stop by his shop to enjoy the tranquilizing fluid of the brain and soul.

Babah Lau's long hair that has been whitened in some neat conditional parts. He rolled up his broad sleeves and was busy pouring wine into the ground glass from the bottle. In another corner of the tavern, Lau Siufan, the princess was sliding the jars filled with wine supplies.

The buyers sat on the ground, while the important people and subscriptions sat on long benches of wood and bamboo.

Lau Siufan had already seen Yu's arrival from afar. He dragged his bare feet into the tavern. The man's nursing away today looks uninspired.

Lau Siufan smiled. What else if it wasn't about romance, he thought.

"Ah, you, Yu. Enter, enter. Don't sit there, it's for the customer. You will eat far away from me" said Babah Lau.

"Thank you, Gao fu," he said short.

"Good day for a cup or two of wine, isn't it, Koko Yu? For the health of your heart, not for drunkenness," greeted Siufan when he saw his old cousin thrust to the ground floor.

"Ah, A Mui, it's like you know how my heart is" Yu said.

"Look, I'm a grown woman, man. I know how romance makes a person's heart break or otherwise flower."

Yu squinted his eyes as he looked at Siufan, "You really know that I'm a prankster?"

"Neah ... Right I said, didn't I?"

"Ah, fuck! You set me up, A Mui Siufan!"

Siufan laughed. "Calm down, calm down, Koko Yu. I understand the feeling, I am also waiting for the arrival of the person who promised to marry me soon after the conditions I proposed were met. I actually kind of regret asking for those conditions, but he still did it to show his intentions. It is only me now who is suffering from this wait."

"What?! Are you in love too? Who's the lucky guy, A Mui? What are you asking him? Tell me about this!" Yu looks excited and excited.

"Well, you have to tell me your old story first. My story is actually a lure so you want to tell the story first," Siufan giggled.

"You're really cunning and cheating, A Mui. But all right, I'll tell you everything, and see what about your story later. I don't know which is more painful. But give me a cup ... Wait, that bottle of wine first."