True Martial Arts

A garuda!

"So, you know not yourself!"

Kala who initially attacked this was even attacked. Two palms targeted his stomach which was defensively open.

Kala slammed through the wall of the shop. Falling on the ground away from the word soft. His stomach feels nauseous. If Kala hadn't run Prana through her stomach, Kala's blood would have dipped tonight.

Kala still can't stand for now. His sight was blurry coupled with the darkness of the night. Sayup-sayup, Kala can hear the sound of Maheswari's snapping sign himself is also fighting. Given that Maheswari would lose against them, Kala gathered all of Prana and sprinkled it on his two legs to stand up.

Kala stood up even though staggered, then he just walked towards the store. The jaws are pulled forward. Her eyelids were forced open. The blood on his lips was no longer cared for as well with the pain in his stomach.

Brak!

Once again he was pushed outside. He was hit by a kick from one of the artists. Kala's view was blurry to the point of not having time to dodge that time.

This time, it reached its limit. Consciousness disappeared. He entered his dark subconscious. Kala felt himself floating in the darkness. His mind was filled with the fate of Maheswari.

"Sir Maheswari!" kala cried out in the darkness, her voice echoing,

When agitated, he sobbed. He was aware that he had fainted, but that made him cry because he could not help Maheswari. Himself weak. What will happen to Maheswari?

"Oh, you whiny swordsman!"

Suddenly a heavy voice sounded without a body. This voice was very loud but did not echo. When he opened his eyes, he saw that everything was dark and nothing had changed.

"Who?" exclamation Kala.

"Me?"

The voice sounded so loud and heavy. Surprisingly, Kala felt that the sound had no source of direction to the point that Kala could not determine where the sound was coming from. Kala repeated his question again, in the same loud voice.

"I .. is."

"Who are you?!"

"Dam! You said so rude!" hardik that sound. "I am Garuda!"

Kala. It's still hard to believe this, and if it's true, Kala's history will end here. "What right?"

"Yes." continued the voice, "look behind you!"

He pulled himself back. He saw a glowing old man, this man looked like a powerful artist! When suspicious, there is no sign of an eagle on his body, his body is like an ordinary human, no wings or beak.

"As far as I know, Garuda is a half-eagle. But look at Grandpa." Kala pointed to the source of the voice. "It's hard to believe."

The old man shook his head before stretching out his hands. At first, nothing appeared. However, gradually appeared golden-colored wings. His hands became wings. Amazed to see it.

The man folded his hands back. "Hows it? Did you believe it?"

He said, "I'm sorry, Mother."

Kala then stood with his back straight according to his orders. "I'm sorry, but can you explain where I am now?"

Grandpa nodded slowly. "You're on your own mind."

"So, Grandpa's not real?" sela Kala's.

"I live in your mind, Kala."

"So so ...." Kala nodded slowly before she remembered something. "Grandpa Garuda! Can you get me out of the subconscious? I need to help a friend!"

"I'm here to help you." Grandpa took a breath. "Your circumstances are between life and death ...." Garuda suddenly shouted. "But before that! Promise me to reconcile the archipelago. Because there's gonna be an attack coming soon."

Kala frowned. "What attack is that?"

"I don't know, it's your job to figure everything out." Grandpa shook his hand. "However, in order to face the impending attack, the archipelago must unite. If it is united, then it can be fought many."

"I understand, Cake." Kala nodded in understanding. "Thank you for giving me a hint, this means a lot to me."

Grandpa was satisfied. "good. And I have a gift to help you."

Grandpa did some hand seals. The threads of light began to come out from Garuda's body. With a single jolt, an eagle appeared from inside Garuda's body. The eagle is a fire eagle. It was really just a fire shaped like an eagle, no bones and feathers.

The eagle flew up and dived sharply down until it landed on Garuda's shoulders. While Kala, looked at the astonishment of the eagle.

"This is the Fire Eagle. This bird does not include ordinary animals or destructive animals and spirit animals though, you could say this is a rare demon on earth. You can train him. It's only been a year." Garuda turned to the Fire Eagle. "Now he's your new manager, protect him and don't let me down."

The bird looked reluctant but could not refuse Garuda's request. Then he landed on Kala's shoulder. The fire from the eagle's body was not hot when it touched Kala's skin.

"Eak!"

The eagle was like greeting Kala. Kala replied with an awkward nod. Garuda saw that could only smile gently.

"Well, now you're gonna send me out there again with the Fire Eagle. Your consciousness will return and your entire body's wounds will recover." The Garuda turned around and walked away. "Remember Kala, you are my hope. Do your heavy duty. And I think this is our last meeting."

Kala had just opened her mouth to speak, but her body felt sucked upwards.

***

Kala was lying on the ground as his consciousness recovered. The wound is fully healed. His view is not blurry anymore. Then, quickly wake up. Also seen the eagle given Garuda was flying above around the house.

The artists outside the shop saw Kala rise. Beringas they approached Kala. Their facial features were not good, with black-and-black clothes and a scribbled sword at his waist.

"It's not dead yet either." One of the artists said.

"Relax, he'll be dead soon." Other artists responded after laughing out loud.