ADILAGES
HIMA 2'S
Gilang Kandaka returned to training under Jin Himawari. Sometimes he turns into Hima, sometimes not.
At certain times, Hima's necklace changed into a sword, spear, axe or bow. In addition to practicing the skill, Gilang sometimes uses a sword to fight against wild animals that threaten him. Cut down tree branches with axes to make fire. Spear fish in shallow rivers near mountain slopes. Archery birds or other animals with bows and arrows of ice prana.
Fortunately Gilang often activates in the open wild, until the efforts to survive it become a complement to the training of the manager. Without realizing it, the muscles of his body more formed, harder and stronger.
However, Hima's readiness for “down mount” remains to be tested. Witnessed by the shadow figure of Himawari, this time Gilang in the form of Hima stood upright, alert with Himawari Sword grasped with two hands. In front of him were stone pillars lined up neatly in two rows, each consisting of eight stone pillars.
“Well, after you have carved stone pillars with hammers and chisels and lined them with superpowers from your man, come the last test,” Jin Himawari said.
Hima asked, “Do I have to freeze and decapitate all those pillars?”
“True, but do it all with one move only.” Himawari pointed one finger.
“What?” Hima. Jin Himawari himself said that his students are very talented. All the courses he taught were completely mastered. Even the Prana Himapun was judged strong enough to undergo this final exam. However, with the prana left after taking the previous two exams, was Hima strong enough to take on this challenge?
As if reading Hima's mind, Himawari said, “You'll know if you try it.”
Hima bowed for a moment to think, then she stood facing the sixteen pillars. He knows, enough mainstay and not the ultimate to handle this. Although “eny” does not move, it needs enough speed and prana to freeze and cut stones. For this reason, Hima gathered energy in until a kind of sparkling white glow emanated from her body. Himawari's sword was clasped tightly in the hand, Hima's body stance upright, with knees slightly bent like horses opening the stance.
“Twin Ice Dragon Selaksa”.
While saying the name of the manager, Hima ran forward. The sword swing was snatching. Like a raging ice dragon, its jaws, claws and wings flew over every stone it crossed. Each stone was hit by exactly four strokes on each side. With an extremely agile movement, Hima froze the pillars in quick succession, from the nearest left-right pillar to the farthest.
Arriving at the end of the line, the image of the ice dragon disappeared instantly. The super swordsman stood upright while shaking his sword. Whether the flutter is part of the style, or the effects of the lunge. The stone milestones fell.
In his ingenuity, Hima only needed to subvert the pillars of the first line, with the direction of the fall that was exactly perpendicular to the second line to the eighth. The falling power of the pillars of the series closest to Hima until the last is like dominoes arranged in rows and torn down.
Finally, fifteen stone pillars fell down. Only the sixteenth pillar is still upright even though the pillar is struck in front of it. Seeing that result, Hima clenched her fists while clucking in annoyance.
However, the next thing Hima heard was the sound of applause. Not believing this reaction, Hima quickly turned to Jin Himawari, but the teacher seemed to be silent. At a glance, Hima just found out that the clapping was a newcomer.
Apparently the newcomer was a mysterious looking man. He wore a light brown hooded jacket, a mask of bikers in odd shapes such as a nose and mouth look bad, as well as sunglasses to disguise the appearance. “Good, great,” he said. “Superb.”
“Who are you? What business did you watch my action for?” sergeant Hima, brandishing his long sword full of menace.
In a very hoarse voice the man replied, “Wah, wow, where are my manners.” Slowly he opened his glasses, then his mask and lastly his hood. It looked like the face of a very unusual old man. Her hair was white, long unraveled, as dense as her white mustache. The strangest thing is that his skin is red and black as a color of blood, blending brownish hue due to too often exposed to the sun.
With a sharp eye full of inquiring, the old man said, “I am nameless, but my people call me Old Warok.”
Through his sight and sense of the physical mind, Hima detected a tremendous flow of prana in the aura of Old Warok. So he was extra vigilant and said, “Lantas, what is your business here? You must not be a traveler or a mountaineer who happens to pass by, ‘kan?”
“Certainly no,” replied Old Warok. “I have been watching you for a long time, Gilang Kandaka, the heir of Himawari. From the moment you disappeared, I had expected you to go to this Semeru Mountain. I deliberately waited until now I'm sure, you really are very powerful mandraguna. So I want to give you an offer.”
As Gilang, Hima had never heard the name Warok Tua mentioned by Julia. Moreover, Gilang did not join the Adilaga League and did not know anything about the Secret Organization I.N.D.I.G.O. Old Warok must have observed it through Dahlia's football. So, to find out which side this Old Warok is on, inevitably he listens to his offer first.
With a convincing sharp eye highlight, Old Warok spoke, “Join me. I work for a very strong master, both in terms of power and resources. Recently, in support of a grand plan, my lord recruited warriors from all over the country. Me and the waroks have sworn allegiance to him, and have enjoyed great benefits through our duties.
Well, in order for the advantage to be even greater, I also have to strengthen my own army. With your help, genie and warrior of heartache, we will be the strongest!”
“Hm, interesting,” said Hima while bowed, one hand to the waist. “But I have to ask you a few things before making a decision.”
“What is it?”
“Who are your ‘tuan’? What's the big plan? What kind of tasks do you run, and what benefits do you get? Is it money or other things?”
Old Warok began to show an expression of displeasure on his face. “To answer it, let me confirm the terms to join. First, you must have special strength and devotion, which you have fulfilled. Second, last but not least, you don't have to ask a lot about our organization. You just work and obey me, I am one. Just do everything I tell you, and your life must be prosperous and abundant.”
“What if I make a mistake or decide to quit the short world?”
“Then I can't guarantee your life's safety.”
Hima speechless. A few moments later he just spoke again, “Originally know, old Warok. You're worse than my old partner.”
“What do you mean, huh?!” The tone of Old Warok's voice turned coarse and increasingly hoarse.
“I left my old colleagues because my role was nothing more than a maid, had no access to their organization at all. I am here to regain my devotion, so that I can take a greater role in the organization.
But you showed up, made an obscure offer, curbed my sense of freedom and fundamental rights. How can I serve with all my heart this way? Sorry, you better find someone else to serve as your servant.”
Old Warok's blood bubbled up, as if rising into the crown. “Basic don't know it's lucky! Whoever rejects me, only one consequence! Die without a grave!”
Before Old Warok had time to act, Hima's body suddenly convulsed.
“H-hey! What the fuck..this! H-Himawari!” yelling Hima while screaming in pain.
Jin Himawari took a position behind Hima while saying, “Sorry, buddy. It is precisely my opinion that the Old Warok offer is much more promising than working with your old colleagues. ‘Work without much questioning, and raup the results!’ I think it makes a lot more sense than ‘serve and mediocre life!’ So, I was forced to once again take over your body, until I was fully aware and accepted that Old Warok was indeed right.”
“No, Himawari! We have agreed.. J-jangaan!” Gilang's words in Hima's body grew quieter, then vanished.
Next, Gilang's voice reverberated, but now with the mind of the genie invaders raga. “I, Hima from Himawari is your abdication, Warok Tua Sakti.”
Hima knelt solemnly before her new master.
“Good! Nice work! With your help, Himawari, unlimited glory will be ours!” Followed by the satisfied laughter of Old Warok who rebuked, challenging the sky. “Hahahaha!”
It was too late for Gilang to regret it. He should not return to Mount Semeru, forever.