Mukhalis: Hero of Bentala
12. Disciple

The eyes wrinkled with a faint golden-sliced gaze looked down, at the vast area surrounded by Cenderawasih's disciples. He looked deeply, feeling something vanishing within the body of Sulah. A massive quantity of Prana, constantly giving strength.

The elders may have been aware of the aura emitted by the child, unwilling to comment for a while. While Satia knew that the current Suluh was different from before. Can be seen from both hazel irises that pierced Satia's eyes with high determination. Occasionally gulping, cold sweat slowly flowed from Satia's forehead; again willing.

"Tell us," exclaimed Elder Ardiyasa in a low tone. "What exactly are you looking for here?"

Suluh now gave a hand sweep first, had made Satia jerk then avoid it as soon as possible. The speed and dexterity of the Buluh rose drastically and when Satia tried to counterattack, the black-haired child was able to read all the hits. But Suluh did not reply, he instead chose to languish behind both hands.

This time Satia was confused, not knowing what to do to penetrate the defense. He tried many times to give a kick, a punch, and even a skill that Satia mastered. It does not give satisfactory results. Suluh seemed to know all the flow of movement that Satia would carry out, blocking meticulously and perfectly.

Truly a defensive technique without gaps.

The audience made ketar-ketir choose to quietly research. Just this time they saw Suluh playing that pretty. Unexpectedly he could make Satia statistically more talented than the new students. Even for Samudra, he mutely knew his friend was now having trouble fighting Suluh. It is difficult to accept the fact because it has been buried by shame.

There was no other way but to keep looking for the weak spot of the special child in front, despite knowing Satia could not find. A thing that can penetrate that technique is a very powerful force. So strong that it can break up very strong horses. Yes, Satia was about to try the technique one last time.

Too long in the speculation that was in the mind, Satia was a little jolted at a sudden action of Suluh. He was too scared not to assume that the boy was going to attack. A little slow twisting. It was easy to read by Satia. The brunette, without more effort bent the artificial leg, felt successful.

But shortly after, Satia's legs were held even as a fulcrum and he immediately turned back around, launching a second kick. All the people there were wide-eyed, Satia had no chance except to accept the attack. Somehow Suluh like restraint, the kick felt weak but right about Satia's right shoulder. Instantly making the child shift a few meters received the impact.

The originally voiceless atmosphere suddenly returned in raucous cheering. They were impressed by Suluh's extraordinary abilities, almost never felt. Even the elders there gave applause for Satia and Suluh, not least those who were on the balcony of the house. The practice test is perhaps one of the many interesting tests of the past years.

"Congratulations to both of you," Elder Ardiyasa said beaming. "Come here."

Suluh and Satia turned around, watching each other. The brunette suddenly smiled, neither feeling annoyed nor cultivating a grudge. He then lowered his head as if asking Suluh to obey the elder's decree, quickly approached the grandfather and then lowered his head deeply.

"Satia," said the elder in a slightly hoarse voice. "Not only are you a new student with above-average skills, your martial skills are extremely reliable. You're amazing."

Satia was happy to hear that as quickly as possible responding, "Thank you, Elder!"

"While you are, Suluh," now the eyes of the deceit turn to the black-haired child. "You have proven that your letter of recommendation is not a joke. As they say, it is impossible for an ordinary human being to be able to do such a thing with tools. You're a really special kid."

"From now on, you are a student of Padepokan Cenderawasih."

The boy's eyes sparkled with no power to resist the intense joy that touched the heart of the heart. He quickly went back to bowing trying to hide his inevitable haru. "Thank you, Master!"

Dreams during childhood are fulfilled, hard work will not let go of the results in vain. Despite how big a deficiency, humans are required to try as much as possible.

The new student election is over. There were at least a hundred people who were accepted after going through a series of martial tests. The sun began to dwell in the direction of the West, the day did not return bright diverted by the dim night. Lanterns and torches began to color the garden and the footpath between the bamboo hoard, there were two people talking to each other. He who looked down was named Elder Ardiyasa, while in front there were grandfathers who looked older.

"Yes, Master Mustari," the male chimpanzee continued to look at the rocks mixed with the ground. "My movement felt strange with the technique he was carrying out, like it had seen him somewhere."

"It belongs to Madiarta" said Elder Mustari not looking back at all. Those golden eyes were still focused on the luminous objects in the pitch-black sky. "The boy is in his guidance."

"So that's because he's very hard to penetrate" said grandfather Ardiyasa raising his head, watching Elder Mustari. "Then, what should we be aware of, Master?"

He's not quick to respond, letting the breezy pass. "I'm afraid she's unstable and uncontrollable."

"You know that Madiarta was too disappointed with the situation, making her more able to feel emotions and manipulate Prana into the fire" Elder Mustari turned his body around, staring at Ardiyasa. "We must be careful, the level of Prana in the child's body is too much to be contained."

"Such a phenomenon is only evident once in hundreds of years" the grandfather limped past his trusted disciple. "I know very well a man like him in the past."

"And they are always incited in the gloom of the world of immense power."

The word thread gave a memory in the head of Elder Ardiyasa over an ancient prophecy. The term that humanity awaits to prosper the world but turns disastrous. He is none other than Mukhalis. The hero who was supposed to give peace, now lost in swallowed Bentala.

Beautiful lights brighten the night in the corners of the city. The big house painted gray and black it looks beautiful charming. In the park parked the latest output automobile vehicle, very cool and fashionable. Currently Suluh was at Sekar's house, just accompanying Sabrina while informing her.

"Would Brother be accepted?" sabrina exclaimed with excited water.

Suluh nodded with a wide smile that suddenly made the whole house boisterous. Sabrina quickly hugged Suluh with great cheer. Arnadi gave an applause while Rahayu approached Suluh and rested, opening wide both hands as if giving warmth. Suluh without warning obey Rahayu by being in the arms of the woman.

"Thank you, Madam." the voice of Suluh was heard, the eyes were then unable to hold the water that seeped out.

"Ten," this time the boy's long-awaited voice was heard, the melodious voice of Sekar. "Congratulations on your success."

Their gazes clashed, channeling smiles at each other. Sekar looks beautiful tonight even with a casual dress in the house. The brown hair was tied to the horse, making the man less warty. Were it not for Arnadi's call, Suluh would probably have continued to be in daydreams. "All right, let's eat."

"Well, fun!" sabrina shouted, jumping. "I-I'll help make the dish!"

"Byeah" Rahayu responded as she led Sabrina into the kitchen.

"You must be hungry, right?" Suddenly he pulled out his hand. "The whole day there must be exhausting."

The sincere pink lips are very sweet, also answered similarly by Suluh. At that time, they together enlivened the success of the event Sulah received in Cenderawasih. With a feel of tranquility and peace under the bright moonlight.

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