The Thousand Mask Warrior

Patience

Sometime before the Poet Baka and Datuk Mas Kuning faced each other, Jayaseta had already volunteered to face the old warrior who was still alive.

"Cough, let the servant solve this problem. Servant was quite surprised that the warrior was still alive, but this time, he would not be able to act worse."

"However, Abang has just received the Rajah Kembang Kenanga. Brother is still injured, and his manpower seems to be quite drained," said Dara Cempaka clearly worried.

"And you cannot and must not use your inner energy at all. The figure is not only useless anymore, instead it will endanger you, nakmas," Datuk Mas Kuning this time who spoke.

"Cough no need to worry. Without any inner strength, I can still fight that man."

Datuk Mas Kuning shook his head.

Jayaseta saw this as a form of mistrust of his grandfather for his abilities. "The cough will see for itself that the servant can defeat the dangerous parent, with or without inner strength."

"Sir Jayaseta, I never doubted you at all. But are you sure that your desire to fight Karsa my friend once was purely a desire to defend me, or simply to fulfill your warring lust. You want to show me, to the world, that Jayaseta deserves the title of Thousand Mask Swordsman?"

Jayaseta was shocked and stunned to hear the grandfather's words.

"I have trained for days not only your physical body, but also your spiritual soul. You should know your body better. The inner strength that you will definitely use later in the fight against Karsa, will be a trap for yourself. When it's like that, it'll all be useless and useless, won't it?"

"Pooch ... Really, I never thought that far. Perhaps the khilaf servant and deep down in pride is still there," Jayaseta said earnestly.

"I'm old, nakmas. There are too many sins that I have accumulated. I don't want to die a coward and escape from the dark past."

"What do you mean, Grandpa?" this time Dara Cempaka who was half screaming said to his grandfather.

The grandfather himself smiled at his beloved grandson. "Come to Dara Cempaka, Datuk wants to say something," Datuk Mas Kuning brought Dara Cempaka to the corner of the room.

"Please if something happens to Jayaseta, whatever it is, take it to my best friend, Temenggung Bears. He must know what he's doing."

"Coughs! I don't understand what Grandpa said. We can attack that guy together. We can take it down" said Dara Cempaka.

"Listen Dara, Datuk doesn't want to sacrifice many more people. The longer you think you're talking here, the more Karsa will kill more soldiers. You know that Datuk is not willing to rebel and get out of this house for avoiding further bloodshed, right? Grandfather won't sacrifice, you, my grandson. Same with Jayaseta. Karsa may not be as crowded as we fear, but Jayaseta is at his lowest."

Dara Cempaka held back her tears that were about to spill. "So, is it Datuk who will sacrifice himself? What about me, Grandpa? I'm just a girl. I don't know what to do if something bad happens to Datuk."

"Become ... Tare. You said yourself that you are not a child anymore. You are fully responsible for all your actions. Then, it's time! Convince Datuk, do not let Jayaseta participate in the battle. If Datuk can defeat Karsa, you can come out of hiding. But if the opposite happens, immediately go, run away from this place. Avoid Karsa as much as possible. Keep going to find Temenggung Bears, ask for her protection."

Dara Cempaka has no power to hold back tears that spill. But he immediately removed it and nodded steadily. He grabbed the hand of the Datuk who shook slowly because he had used a fairly decent internal energy when carving the diagram of Kenanga Flower on Jayaseta's body, then kissed the back of the Datuk's hand.

***

"Because, I feel like a coward. Why am I hiding here, while Datuk is facing the bang*sat there?!" jayaseta said.

"By having patience. That's the core lesson you've received all along from Datuk. If it is rash, Datuk will be sad because his knowledge is not really absorbed by this student he likes the most. Everything will also look futile and meaningless" said Dara Cempaka, still trying to hide his sadness as much as he could.

"Isn't there anything we can do? Report to the courtiers? Citizens society? Your grandfather, a big-name public figure is facing a bloodthirsty ruthless swordsman. Grandfather could have been killed. Besides, that guy was looking for me. I could sacrifice someone else just for wanting to protect me. I've felt and experienced things like this many times."

Jayaseta is on the floor. He took a breath. The shadow of Almira's face, the late Badranaya's uncle, Karsan and the others alternated.

He realized, his body was floundering. He realized that all this time the problem was with himself. He cannot escape from lust, anger and angkaramurka. Understandably when the energy in the foreign at home in his body, gnawing at his soul.

Jayaseta looked at Dara Cempaka, "You're right, Dara. Help me to be more patient and in control of myself. To this day, you're the only one on whom I have help and guidance."

***

Karsa slashed towards Datuk Mas Kuning's hip. He's not kidding. If he had to kill his friend in the past, he would have done it.

Datuk Mas Kuning attached his outer wrist to the inner side of Karsa's arm which held the sword.

Then it was with his arm that Datuk Mas Kuning repudiated Karsa's attack. His arm slashed deep into the empty space.

Karsa turned around and again attacked his old friend with a slash landed towards the chest or neck of Datuk Mas Kuning.

The one under attack pulled his body backwards just a little, the attack again targeting void space.

But it turns out that this second attack was only a diversion, because the right Karsa kick hit Datuk's leg so that it made him topple over.

Karsa was too violent, because he had just directly mowed down his enemy while still on the ground.

The Datuk rolled forward and backward avoiding the five Karsa attacks that gouged the grassy ground.

Datuk Mas Kuning then immediately stood down on an occasion and just immediately plunged his Kyai Island Lucky kris towards the chest of Karsa.

The one attacked flinched and retreated rolling backwards, away from Datuk Mas Kuning.

"Ha ha ... Awesome, Yellow. I could have been shocked to death by your keris attack. In fact, we both know, there are no wounds that can be produced from any kind of sharp weapon on my skin. Mungin because it has not been in conflict with you for a long time and your movements are still amazingly agile and flexible like dancers, just like before. Even Salman who calls himself the Flying Knife Dancer is still less shrewd and graceful than your Malay silat," said Karsa.

"You yourself are getting more confident Karsa. Maybe your subconscious thinks that my kris could kill you. You just refuse to admit because you are so arrogant and arrogant," replied Datuk Mas Kuning.

Karsa does not ignore the words of Datuk Mas Kuning. "So, right, you taught that young man the science of thinking, other than your silat? You taught him your philosophical bullshit? What's with the kid actually Yellow? I saw with my own eyes the power that was in his body. But the power was so wild and uncontrollable. I want to try it. In fact, if I could have that power, I would feel perfect, Yellow."

"Therefore, such people as you are unlikely to be endowed with such great power. The boy fought him, while you, wanted to have him!"

"Ha ha ... Oath, Yellow. I'm getting curious. Where is the boy now? Let's just finish this fight right here, right now. Consider it a kangen meeting. Hand over the boy, and you can see my best when beating and slamming him with both hands" Karsa chuckled.

"Carsa ... Espousa ... You know me, don't you? Of course I would have answered no. We can finish it all now. Whatever was and still is in your mind and heart about me, we finish this day forever."

Karsa suddenly watering his face in earnest, "I already know that's your answer, friend."

Karsa shot lightning-fast towards Datuk Mas Kuning, targeting his neck and chest with a sword blade reflecting the torchlight.