The Thousand Mask Warrior

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A soldier who thought the appearance of a disruptive but harmless kingpin did not understand that his fate was so ill-fated.

Karsa grasped the spear that the soldier was holding. His fist landed heavily on his jaw, cracking the bones of the lower part of the head and making the soldier collapse to the ground.

Karsa turned the spear so that the tip of the spear's eye slid into the soldier's chest. Not stopping there, when the victim was dying, Karsa pulled out the spear and thrust it deeply into the chest of the soldier a second time with anger.

The life of the Sukadana soldier was no longer helped.

"Bang*sat! Where's the Yellow Mas, where's the damn young swordsman? Face me, don't be this kind of foul-mouthed you guys that get in my way!" shouted Karsa whose flat body was drenched. He pointed the spear whose eyes were still attached to the blood dripping towards the soldiers who had been in contact with their swords and spears.

Seeing one of their comrades die, one of the soldiers rushed forward with a war cry. He has a close relationship with the victim, so with this quick and surprising incident does not require explanation and explanation again. He was determined to finish off the figure of either loose or crazy.

The sword struck Karsa's head.

Karsa let his head free from the sword.

NAH!

The soldier's right hand shook violently. He did not expect his sword to hit a rock.

His shock did not last long, the spear pierced through the hull to the back of his body.

Karsa grasped the sword blade of the soldier who was still above his head while looking at the two eyes of the soldier who was in the sacratul of death.

Karsa then grabbed the sword he held unharmed, twisted it and stuck the tip into the throat of the soldier who owned the sword, killing it forever.

"I'm being very bad. I was insulted by slaves and you were despised. So get the rest of you, call Mas Kuning here, or I'll finish off one by one of you, then I'll go back to the ship and kill the people who insulted me for nothing!" back Karsa was screaming like a man of disobedience.

The soldiers did not understand what this old man said and meant. But they saw with their eyes how old this old figure was so fierce and powerful because of his immunity.

"The guy asked us to show Datuk Mas Kuning. You heard that, didn't you?" one of the soldiers said to his partner.

"I don't care what the crazy guy wants. He killed two of our comrades.  He cares about the devil when he is a saint. Prepare your weapons. We'll kill him on the spot" replied his partner.

The soldiers on the ground of which from eight people were reduced by two, to six, were visited by four more soldiers who emerged from his guard area inside the building and the second floor of Datuk Mas Kuning house.

"Heh, you, old man. We don't care who you came to mess up with all of a sudden. But we make sure you will pay for the death of our comrade whom you killed" cried the soldier who had been infuriated by Karsa's actions.

"Your flaws aren't as big as your guts. Forward all of you. I'll make you drink together in the afterlife. I, the Poet Baka myself will deliver you."

The words of Karsa mean nothing to soldiers other than angry anglers. With a battle cry, the five warriors at once attacked, reciting their swords simultaneously.

It looks like Karsa is really upset with what happened today. The plan's fucked up. Intentions wanted to settle all the calculations in an orderly manner, kill the skipper, slaughter the crew and slaves, then avenge Jayaseta by catching him in the house of his old friend, Datuk Mas Kuning.

Now, with a wet, dirty and defeated body, he doesn't care anymore. Anyone who will be a victim does not matter to him, the important thing is that he can kill someone to relieve a little bit of his regret.

So Karsa did not bother to avoid the attacks of the soldiers. He grappled the protracted blow with both hands. Even some he let slip on his shoulders even his head.

Karsa.

"I said, give me the Yellow Mas!" Karsa exclaimed, then attacked back.

The capital of Karsa is not just immunity of course. In playing the skill, he is also not an arbitrary swordsman. That is why, the nickname The Poet Baka is attached to him.

Karsa broke the arm of one attacker and struck the rest. Shouts of earthy pain followed by falling bodies.

In just two breaths, the paralyzed assailants fluttered on the ground.

"Wait on! Don't attack this guy! From the beginning he wanted Datuk Mas Kuning," whispered one of the remaining soldiers still standing.

"You're crazy, huh? This old man killed and wounded our friends. Should we let it?" reply to another.

"Hear all. Datuk Mas Kuning is actually a royal prisoner. He was the one who opposed every decision of Queen Mas Jaintan. What would have been the harm if he had been killed?"

"But Datuk Mas Kuning is an important person. We're assigned to look after him, aren't we?"

"Important to whom? Obviously not for us and Sukadana, but for the Javanese, the Mataram people, who attacked and paralyzed this country. Besides, are you sure you can fight that immune old warrior, who's been messing with us for a little while?"

The soldiers who drew swords, grasping spears and rattan shields looked at each other, began to hesitate and carried away the words of one of the soldiers guarding their comrade.

"Then, what should we do?"

"We don't need to know who or what this unknown person wants. Call Datuk Mas Kuning immediately. We will only be mere witnesses of the meeting they will be taken where. We have no real help, considering Sukadana has been divided into several parties. Unless this man begins to mess with the interests of other kingdoms, then we must report to the court."

"Then, what about our friends? Look, they're in pain" said the other soldier pointing at their friends complaining of pain.

The soldier who from the beginning wanted to avoid this fight thought for a moment, then he decided to advance closer to Karsa. "Oh, unknown parents. We will let you meet the man you are looking for. But we want to take care of our friends you didn't kill. We will also take the bodies of the soldiers who have been killed" he said.

Karsa spit on the ground. "I told you earlier not to interfere in my business. Take your people and call immediately in Yellow Mas!" reply Karsa.

The soldier who spoke with Karsa immediately told the few remaining friends to approach the wounded and dead soldier. He also asked one person to call Datuk Mas Kuning.

The one who was told to nod and turn around was about to run to pick up the Grandfather when he saw the figure of the person he was about to call was already standing in front of him.

"Well, yeah ... Mas Kuning, why didn't you come to see me?" karsa smiled at his old friend.

Datuk Mas Kuning did not answer directly. He ordered the soldiers to immediately help their wounded comrades and take care of them in his home. "Find Dara Cempaka there. He prepared the necessary medicines. Don't worry about anything first. I'm not leaving this house" said the grandfather. The ordered nodded immediately and carried out the Datuk's request.

Datuk Mas Kuning looked at Karsa. "Your behavior and attitude have never changed, even after we have smelled of earth like this, Karsa."

"Heh, Yellow. Howareyou? Okay, I guess. Have an honorable, rich and victorious life. Even when you have the image of being a traitor to the country is still treated with praise," Karsa chuckled.

"You should have understood at this age that all the results we get are from all our actions in youth. Do you want to blame a fate that behaves unfairly, even though you are the one who decided to be what and what?"

"Yellow, enough. We cannot spend the night talking, exchanging words and styling who is the most mature to play the words of pearl" Karsa said as he picked up next to the sword left by the wounded soldier. He held the sword in his hand.

"As far as I know, you love to talk, Karsa. You yourself decided to marry yourself with the Poet Baka," Datuk Mas Kuning said with a smile.

"I'm not doing well, Yellow. I was lazy to swing and rhyme. Immediately hand over the Thousand Mask Swordsman, your new disciple to me. After that, I'll accept your offer of watering, or if you want me to go, I'll go," Karsa grasped the sword steadily, looked sharply at Datuk Mas Kuning and mounted his horses.

Datuk Mas Kuning himself laughed softly, plucking the keris Kyai Lucky Island which he had just held and placed behind his back by his hands.

The eyes of Karsa sparkled, "Hahaha, back also heirloom to its rightful owner."

Jayaseta looked at this scene from afar. His body was still full of blood. His body is still weak. But he was worried that he could not last long to see this incident from afar at the request of the Datuk. His pair of legs was about to spur his body scattered towards Karsa who was still alive and looks healthy sentosa.