EARLY GATE
FIRST EXERCISE

The ceiling had stopped raging, Dharma was wailing every drop of dew as he cheered his emotional development on connecting with the uncle who was also on a spiritual journey in order to be bound to the ancestral service.

"Uncle, it's morning! it's time for us to practice, as uncle said earlier," exclaimed dharma inviting uncle to practice outside the house.

Uncle answered Dharma's invitation, but before that he hurriedly took a knife from the cupboard stored near the window. "Come, but uncle wants to get a knife first"

"What is a knife for? did uncle want to kill me,"

"This is only a ritual that has been passed down from teacher to student every time he begins the first practice" The sontak makes the dharma shrink his forehead line, he said, it turns out that being a disciple of a great warrior must pass through a similar set of rituals to become his disciple.

The battle sketch that uncle presented was very different from usual, a strong foundation focused on footstool as the basis of defense and arrangement of the series attack pattern. Dharma observed from a distance, the yard of the house that is not too broad makes Dharma very serious in paying attention to every movement and stance of the uncle to then be able to obey the motion.

Every human who gets a new experience must feel luxurious and suppress his admiration for the structure of motion that is not realized. One two steps now practiced dharma, which kept looking towards uncle.

"Why dharma?" ask the uncle who stopped taking out his moves.

"Hehehe, sorry, self-movement," Dharma marbles when asked by uncle.

"You advance here dharma" the ladder pointed at the direction it was headed.

Dharma obeyed what his teacher said, he then went forward to approach uncle.

"open your legs wide, align!" Say uncle while holding one of Dharma's legs to open his legs.

After his legs were opened, the uncle came forward to face Dharma and immediately opened his legs as well, but the difference was that the uncle immediately kept both hands close to the ribs, his shoulders widened, the stairs clenched, and the other side held up, and his face is very serious.

"This is how uncle is" cried dharma

"According to this uncle's position," Dharma instantly resembled his teacher's horses.

Hot coffee served on the bench, with relaxed uncle instead Ngopi noticed his students who had been drenched in sweat because it had been almost three hours moving in place. "He turned out to be, really," an unstoppable happiness when the uncle even cool ngaso shook his head while splattered with admiration for the Dharma's unanimous determination.

A knife that was taken was tightly gripped in the hand of uncle. "It's Dharma, come here!" shouted uncle.

"Every teacher," a face covered in keni sweat poured into the ground quite profusely.

"SSSTTTTTT" The sound of a knife incision.

"Aawws!" what the fuck is this!

"hehe" the uncle laughed.

"Crazy uncle! so this is a hereditary ritual?" Dharma closed the wound that was bleeding in his hand.

"Later you will know why uncle did this, all your teacher's behavior is not immediately done without intention, think of dharma." uncle kept a knife filled with blood from dharma on the table, dharma, next to the hot coffee that still emits smoke.

"but this hurts, it may also wear off," he complained mixed with a foggy feeling of fear.

"why are you putting on a face like that?"

"uncle will kill me right"

"it might happen,"

"hahh," dharma gawked at his teacher's statement.