ADILAGES
CHAKRAS 1

Only sincerity can defuse chaos.

Anak Krakatau, an active volcano in the Sunda Strait is probably the last place anyone will visit.

Whether in the framework of duty or extreme tourism, climbing the slopes alone means facing the risk of exposure to heat, hot dust, and the deadliest, toxic gases. Especially when coupled with lava flows during an eruption, climbing without protective clothing like astronauts is almost certainly a search for death.

However, there are only “ang kunan” who desperately borrow Mount Anak Krakatau two days after a small eruption occurred. He was a twenty-four year old man, with a handsome face and skin that was too white for someone who often traveled to dangerous places. The only evidence of the man's determined gait is only the scars on his face and his entire body.

The young man was wearing only a brown jacket, a blue shirt, jeans and thick boots. On one side of the slope, he repeatedly photographed with a digital camera with binoculars. Every now and then, the man spoke through his mini-voice recorder.

“Reportase Adhyaksa Wiguna, reporter of Sanggabuana Daily on Mount Anak Krakatau. Two days after the abnormal little eruption at this volcano, I discovered strange symptoms. Usually, during an eruption, some volcanic material is also hurled, even still scattered around the location for more than a week.

However, after a day of venturing out of this region, I only found a few hot rocks. After all, this eruption occurred without any signs of natural activity. Could it be... it was triggered by something that....other? Ah, delete the last sentence. Need more thorough investigation from volcanologists to ascertain the cause.”.

Just then, Adhyaksa was riveted. His eyes were fixed on an object that glowed reddishly in the distance. Mind racing. Is that something from inside the volcano? A burning jewel? Or ... objects from space?

Although fully aware of the risk of exposure to foreign objects that can be dangerous, the curiosity underlying the instinct of the male journalist called Adhi is pushing a pair of legs to step in order to see the object from as close as possible.

The closer Adhi is to his target, the clearer the shape of the object. It turned out to be a dagger stuck right upright on top of a stone.the metal part was blood red, like iron that had just been forged. In the center, an orange crystal seemed to fuse with the blade of the keris.

Moments later, the reporter's hand had been stretched out, about to touch the blade of the keris. But suddenly he stopped and instead took his camera to take a picture.

Stop that. A voice penetrated Adhi's mind like a strong wind. Use that thing, your life's the payoff.

Adhi. He looked left-right and exclaimed, “Who is that? Show yourself!”

It's me, in this keris you saw. I once took the life of a man who wanted to suck my soul from here with that device. That's why they kept me in the National Museum's secret warehouse for years.

“Lantas, why are you here now?” Subconsciously Adhi asked. His body was trembling, yet his eyes were gleaming excitedly.

Long story. I'll tell you when you pull me out of this rock.

Adhi put the camera, a voice recording device in a backpack he was carrying on the ground rocks. Then he grabbed the handle of “keris liv” it. Suddenly, the entire body of the young man convulsed, fed by a flash of electric current that lit up red.

Adhi groaned, enduring the pain that was seeping through the bones,. He no longer cared whether being tested or framed, the only determination in his mind was that he had to survive. His face grinned, one of his hands clenched. His muscles hardened, exerting all the energy in the hand that grasped the handle of the keris.

Go, Adhyaksa! Be the heir to the Mpu Gandring cult, or die with my secret!

So this is the name of the “penguji”, the master blacksmith forging the most powerful keris, mystical and cursed, the most famous in all the archipelago. One “poinjut” is enough to give Adhi additional power, while awakening himself to do more desperate things.

Adhi even closed his eyes, often changing his shady face without expression. The muscles that stiffen even he loosens. Is this young man crazy? Choosing to die in vain out of sheer curiosity? He no longer shouted, as if swallowing pain like the torment of hell all over his body.

Apparently, the young man focused his entire mind, energy and existence on his arms and hands. Grasping the handle of Keris Mpu Gandring with a steady and not too hard, then the blade of the keris slowly pulled from the stone. When the tip of the keris no longer stuck, all the torments that whack Adhi subsided instantly. The young man remained standing bowed, pecking with a keris in hand.

Congratulations, you have passed the test, the voice said again. But Adhi flinched, not responding to it at all. His mind was still racing, trying to digest the cause-and-effect relationship of all this out-of-the-box sequence of events.

The Red Lightning Prana energy has now fused into your body. You have conquered this “keberasan” kris, and now only you are able to control its power. It's too late to refuse, young man. This is the destiny that has been laid down for you.

“Kurasa no, Mpu. I am the one who decides my own fate and destiny,” Adhi said as she stared at the keris blade in her hand. “Sorry, but I decided to return you to the National Museum.”

Suddenly, a ball of light emanated from the orange crystal on the keris. Then the ball formed the image of an old man with a beard and long white hair. His stature was thin, wearing a white cloth that was sown to cover half the body and a type of glove that extended to the eyes of the feet. The look in his eyes implied sincerity as well as anger.

This appearance makes the entire body of Adhi feel dead standing. How not, for a man who does not have “bakat” visions to this mystical and magical realm, this first time experience is both terrible and amazing.

As Adhi opened his mouth to speak, the image of Mpu Gandring spoke again, this time with a voice heard in his ear. “Please don't put me back there, son Adhi. I've been locked up for centuries, locked and sealed. Now I'm free, and I'll use it to get revenge.”

“Lho, to whom? Ken Arok?” Although only a little, Adhi's knowledge of the legend and history of Nusantra is enough to communicate with “arwah”.

“True, the evil one,” answered Gandring growled.

“But wasn't Ken Arok dead centuries ago, supposedly stabbed his own son with this kris?”

“Really, but he's not completely dead.”

“Hah? How can?”

Knowing no one knew this secret, Mpu Gandring told a brief story about his masterful keris. How when the keris was completed, Ken Arok stabbed it in the body of his own creator only so that Gandring did not make another kris for the enemy of Arok, Head of Tumapel Region named Tunggul Ametung. Then Keris Mpu Gandring was used to finish off many people, from Tunggul Ametung to the kings of Singosari, namely Ken Arok himself and his stepson, Anusapati.

When Anusapati's killer, Ken Arok's biological son Tohjaya is killed in battle, an unidentified master and hermit “ secures” Keris Mpu Gandring, ensuring his curse does not continue, at least until the Ken Arok lineage became extinct.

Centuries later, an archaeologist discovered Keris Mpu Gandring at the Trowulan Site, a former city of the Majapahit Kingdom. Since one cannot bear the Red Thunder Prana, this discovery is kept secret. Since someone else died while photographing it, this kris ended up in the basement storage room.

While being transported for study, Keris Mpu Gandring is captured by powerful criminals. This keris was then forged in Gunugn Anak Krakatau and had raised Cakra, but the new heir was uprooted by the energy of the rudimentary Red Thunder Prana.

“And now there is you, Adhyaksa who turns out to be very in accordance with my rare prana,” spirit Mpu Gandring said as it is. “This proves we are indeed paired.”

“Lantas, how about Ken Arok?”

“Ken Arok.. It turns out that he did not die after being stabbed by his keris. There was something in his blood that made him immortal. That's why my soul stays in here. My curse remains, and Arok seems to let his children kill each other, perhaps out of spite. When the Kingdom of Singosari collapsed, the actions of the nameless mpu thwarted the efforts of Arok rebellion that “bongceng” Kuti Rebellion in Majapahit.

No, Arok can't get a second chance to rule through me. On the contrary, there must be a way for Ken Arok to be completely destroyed, my curse to end and my soul to rest in peace in the afterlife. And there is no one more worthy to help me than you, Adhyaksa Wiguna. Well, what do you answer?”

Adhi was silent for a moment to think carefully. Soon he replied, “Okay, I am willing to help you.. with some conditions.”.

“First, as we partner, please stop acting at will. Appreciate me as a human being, who has the right to rule my own life. Sometimes they can be wrong and fail. I also respect and respect you and help you with all my heart.”

“Hm, frankly this is out of the ordinary. I should have objected, but yeah. I agree,” said Mpu Gandring while stroking his beard.

“Second, don't haphazardly kill. When someone uses an object called this camera,” said Adhi while showing his own camera, “ does not mean he is absorbing our souls.”

“How do you know?”

“Because this thing does not have supernatural powers, it is solely the result of the progress of the times.”

“Good, I hold your word. But if it turns out that the thing that hit me is magical, I will not hesitate to attack him anyway.”

“So did I. Well, last condition. I need clothes in disguise, so that I can still live a normal life, to protect my loved ones from my enemies. And because there is a ban on carrying weapons in certain places, this keris should also be disguised as other objects.”

“Example?”

“Ngg... Necklace, bracelet, ring, I do not like to wear jewelry,” Adhi said they-design. “Shoes, mobile phones, watches.... Aha! How about a belt?”

“Good idea!” Suddenly, the keris in Adhi's hand seemed to be wrapped in a ball of energy. Spontaneously, the young man attached the energy ball to the head of his own belt. When the energy ball disappeared, it appeared that the head of the belt had changed into a unique and only design. It retains a red metal pattern with an orange crystal in the center.

“Well, about your disguise.” The Spirit of Mpu Gandring stretches out his hands. Suddenly Adhi's whole body seemed to be veiled, wrapped in a kind of blood-red membrane.

Adhi spontaneous protest, “A-what is this? My breath's tight!”

“Hold! The Cakra Armor is adjusting its shape to your body and mind!”

Adhi tried to obey Mpu Gandring by standing still. His eyes were incessantly paying attention to every detail of the changes to his own appearance. Now she was wearing a blood red tight costume, accentuating each of her slender yet muscular curves. Orangish steel plates serve as a protector for the forehead, neck, chest, forearms, legs and so on.

When he touched his face, Adhi realized that he barely felt like he was wearing a mask, but ordinary glasses. The red-horned-orange-brow mask serves as a head protector, also helping to sharpen vision to great distances, beyond ordinary binoculars.

When finally complete armour is held, the appearance of Adhi changed completely into a super swordsman who seemed more charismatic thanapda sangar. Seeing him, the figure of Mpu Gandring nodded with a satisfied smile.

“Well, there is only one more thing that needs to be added so that your disguise is perfect,” said Gandring. “Use my own pseudonym, which is Cakra.”

Adhi asked, “Cakra? Isn't that the name of a very famous weapon in the puppet?”

Gandring. “Yes, all this time I have always admired the Sudarsana Cakra weapon, which is a disc with 108 sharp serrations on the edges. The divine weapon belongs to Vishnu, one of the highest gods in Hinduism.

The greatest desire of my entire life was to forge a divine weapon, and it was my omnipotent kris that his power came closest to the Sudarsana Cakra. So, the true name of this keris, which I never revealed to Ken Arok or anyone else is Cakra.”

“Good, from now on my disguise is named Cakra, Red Thunderbolt Swordsman.” A red prana seemed to glow all over Adhi's body, as if approving of all this truth.

Mpu Gandring then said, “Nah, all three conditions I have fulfilled, Adhi. Now, I am your teacher.”

“Honor to guru.”

“Good. Well, the first lesson, master one of the superpowers of Cakra, which is to fly without wings.”

“Wow-wow! Hold still. Wouldn't it be better to go back to Ujung Kulon first and find a more....safe place to exercise?” Ujung Kulon is a peninsula on the island of Java which is located closest to Krakatau.

“In doing so. But does the boat you were on still exist?”

Cakra patted his forehead. “Okay, said the teacher! I've been here too long, don't-don't.. Let me check first!” He started to turn around and run to the west side of the mountain. At that time Cakra also realized, his running is now much faster than when he was Adhi, as if riding the winds of lightning.

In a matter of minutes, Cakra arrived where he docked a few hours ago. However, the speedboat he was riding was no longer there. Although all his luggage he had brought in a backpack that is now “ saved” occultally in the Armor Cakra, the young man was upset. How not, now he is stranded on a rocky volcanic island that is not habitable, do not know when the next boat comes.

Mpu Gandring then appeared again through the beam of light from a round orange crystal in the middle of the chest protective armour Cakra. He said, “Instead of cursing that irresponsible boatman, we better start the lesson now. After all, how many people as lucky as you, can fly by themselves from this volcano?”

No need for an answer to that question. Cakra just responded, “Please, guru.”

Clearly, Mpu Gandring shows how to channel prana and emit it through the soles of the feet, pushing the body away from the force of gravity of the earth. Putting great hopes on Adhi, Mpu Gandring no longer needs to waste energy by fully taking control of his “inang” body.

Although not a human genius, Adhi is intelligent enough to understand the function of breathing as a way to channel energy in aka prana through the circulation of air in the body.

The result appears with the lifting of both legs of Cakra from the ground.

“Good! Forward on! Higher up!” Mpu Gandring's spirit encouraged his disciple.

Suddenly, Cakra fell again to the ground. He kept repeating the process, falling down and waking up again. Fall up. The teacher even had time to say, “How? Want to rest a little?”

“Not done!” cakra exclaimed, this time soaring in the air up to roughly two meters from the ground. “Mumping my energy flow is now smooth, I... fly!” The young man's body swooped to his stomach, almost parallel to the surface of the sea. It takes time until he finds the right posture while flying. Every now and then, his body was shaken and almost fell into the sea.

Fortunately Cakra is quite alert by sticking two hands straight forward. The direction of his flight was again stable, even now he seemed to split the wind. His current flying speed was only equivalent to that of a light aircraft.

One day, he will be able to arrange whether to fly like an eagle or a jet plane.

One day, this new power will bring Adhyaksa Wiguna aka Cakra across the sky full of bitterness and danger.

But at this time Cakra cried out loud, long and blaring, thanksgiving for this gift he just received.