The Thousand Mask Warrior

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Three unidentified figures emerged from behind the shadow of the trees. They noticed a dozen people who flocked half-run up the hill with a variety of weapons.

The dozen people appear to be Javanese who visited Datuk Mas Kuning's house. They heard that the person they respected for helping them live and earn a living in Sukadana was in danger.

Previously they came to a jung who was far away in the port of Sukadana and heard the full story of an old swordsman who came from the island of Java to disrupt the security of the ship. Who he was and what he wanted was quickly understood by these Javanese.

So they no longer care about the situation of the Grandfather who became a prisoner of the state. They should come to help the grandfather.

Three unidentified figures slipping in the shadow of dark trees without the sound of an agile jump like a deer, but not sounding like a ghost, followed the group.

***

If this fight were not about life and death, people would definitely be stunned to see the beauty of high-grade attacks after attacks.

Datuk Mas Kuning moves with a flexible but nimble. Any Karsa sword attack could be avoided well. On the contrary, Karsa also did not want to give his body to be stabbed by the heirloom of the Datuk.

Both of them had spent twenty moves, which could be said to include a long time for a battle. It could be that Karsa deliberately extended it for what he said was a kangen meeting.

It's just that Karsa then realized that he had been immersed in this fighting game for too long. He has a much more important goal right now.

Karsa changed his movements by slowing him down a bit. Every foot movement and the flower of the nurse. This sudden change was seen as a hole of opportunity for Datuk Mas Kuning. So, without wasting a chance, two stabs of Kyai Island's lucky keris hit Karsa's ribs.

The poet Baka was thrown as far as two spears.

Datuk Mas Kuning was about to attack again because he understood that his prick was most likely not giving effect to the skin of the opponent because of his natural science. The Datuk only channeled a little of his inner energy into the Kyai Keris of the Philosopher's Island. That's why Karsa is very unlikely to get hurt.

The Grandfather's guess was not at all wrong. What Datuk Mas Kuning did not expect was that Karsa deliberately fed his body in order to injure his opponent.

The Grandfather cancelled his attack when he felt thick blood flowing from his stomach.

"Sorry, Yellow. It's enough to play around remembering the past. But you're no match for me, never my match!" Karsa.

Datuk Mas Kuning fell to the ground. He only realized that Karsa from the beginning played his energy so he was exhausted. The Datuk had run out of energy because of drawing the diagram of the Cempaka Flower on Jayaseta earlier.

Datuk Mas Kuning silat science is indeed at a level above Karsa in terms of agility and skill games. If followed in reasonable circumstances, Karsa could have lost because of Datuk Mas Kuning powered attack.

However, Karsa has a lot of experience and cunning to fight until his twilight due to inexhaustible experience. He knows how to find the gap to finish the fight.

Karsa raised his sword high, approaching his old friend ready to release the head from the body of his old friend.

All the soldiers who witnessed this fight held their breaths, waiting for what was to happen next.

Jayaseta's muscles tighten. He was ready to launch into battle to save the grandfather.

Dara Cempaka held Jayaseta by tightly holding her arm. His pair of eyes were already red wet with tears. "Sorry, Brother Jayaseta, Datuk asked me to prevent you from fighting the old warrior, no matter what."

"You're sure we shouldn't ignore what's happening before our eyes? Grandpa is hurt, Dara!"

"And Brother too!" answer Dara Cempaka. "He's grandfather's sister, of course the sister has a great sense of care for the brother's grandfather. But Datuk told my sister. The younger brother must fulfill the wishes of the grandfather. It was the great sacrifice of the younger brother as proof to Datuk of the younger brother's maturity."

Jayaseta saw Dara Cempaka's tears dripping down. He became worried at once furious because once again he could not do anything. However, there was clearly a deep feeling going on between the grandfather and his grandson.

The words of the Grandfather about patience also continued to ring in his ears. Is this his life path? Back to sacrificing others? For what? For his own benefit?

***

Dozens of men came suddenly while brandishing their weapons. Two people immediately gave help to the grandfather.

"Why are you here? This business must not involve you," said the grandfather worried and felt very weak due to a stab in his stomach.

"No, Grandpa. We will not allow that person to make a mess in this place" said one of the Javanese who helped him.

"Heh, you foolish soldiers, did you not see that man himself killing and wounding your comrades? Why remain silent when Datuk Mas Kuning is threatened? We attack, we wiggle together!" said another Javanese.

Clearly, with the arrival of many armed men, the originally hesitant soldiers were again tempered in spirit. They looked back at their wounded colleagues who were being treated inside the house of the Datuk and others who had been killed. After all, this grandfather was their responsibility.

"G ... Wrap*at! Why don't you let me be a little happy? Why is it that there are always some self-informed gibberish that perch in my life like filthy flies?" karsa cried out to heaven, as if he were upset with God and the universe.

"You all move aside! Don't make my day whole, or you'll feel the consequences!" Karsa. But it certainly seems that the threat of Karsa is a little less fierce. He seems a little short-sighted and upset not to immediately finish the fight with Datuk Mas Kuning and chasing Jayaseta, because the Javanese are in addition to carrying various weapons, he said, he also carried large torches with his wildly burning fire.

Karsa's threat was met with a spear throw. Karsa again dodged by rolling to the side. He clumped again as one torch flew towards him. The torch stem from the bamboo fell to the ground, burning bamboo as well as the actual grass is still wet by the night dew.

The Javanese and the soldiers attacked almost simultaneously. Some deliberately burned the tips of their spears that had been wrapped around cloth.

This incident became a kind of spectacle of people who were hunting wild animals.

The rolling Karsa avoids fire, stabbing and slashing. He himself also had to put distance from his attackers by blasting his sword.

Karsa is very upset and confused by this situation.

He jumped like a frog, slashing his sword at one Javanese man who was careless because he was too eager to chop Karsa's body.

Almost his life was lost if the sabetan Karsa was not fended off by one of his friends with a machete. Sparks from both guns were visible. The life of the Javanese was saved.

Karsa screamed like a wounded wolf. He was so angry and upset.

One stab at the chest pushed him to roll back as far as two spears.

When he stood up again, he had to cast a torch. The bamboo torch was broken by his sword, but it made it even worse. The children of the fire hit the hair and some parts of his body. He removed the sword and used both hands to put out the fire.

This action of Karsa made two soldiers flounder. They remembered well that this man, Karsa, had killed their comrade, wounded some others, and made them feel ashamed of themselves. Can they as soldiers hands off facing a warrior who came suddenly and tear apart the calm and security? Where their pride and responsibility as soldiers.

Armed with this thought and spirit, the two warriors advance first, hunting down Karsa who is still struggling with fire that burns his hair and loincloth with their spears and swords.

SRETT!

SRETT!

The two warrior heads fell and rolled on the grassy ground, escaping from their bodies that followed collapsing to the ground.

From behind the sudden darkness appeared three people with short swords, known by various names including do, already unsheathed. One of them dripped blood.

All three wore loincloths, bodies full of rajah, their heads wrapped in headgear with bird feathers. Their sharp gazes gave a thick murderous air.

"Booker!" said the few Javanese and the remaining soldiers almost simultaneously.