Nusantara Throne - Senandung Kebangkitan
Satria

There are times, occasionally Satria felt relieved and grateful to the god himself met with the figure of Purnapana. Could it be that the god wanted to give her hope through that ascetic? I thought it might be one of the best moments.

            For the next few days, Satria spent many days sharpening her pure energy. In between times, he avoids the supervisors, taking the corners of the temple or the lightning area to concentrate. The more day he became proficient, even he felt less exhausted every time he managed to make a twig become as hard as a rock.

            Harsya was progressing slower than Satria had expected, he thought maybe the taro leaves he chose were not suitable leaves so Harsya should try the softer leaves. However, instead of tearing him in, Harsya even more tired and easily sore.

Every night they were routinely carrying stolen food, even Satria dared to leave the food for Sham and the wounded slaves in the camp. The slaves were excited and happy. If the Mayakarsa soldiers had found a slave eating well, would they have realized it?

Those soldiers are just stupid farmmen, he thought.

Until one night they again slipped behind the dark night in the forest to return to visit Purnapana. However, tonight was very strange, thin misty air twitching down the thorny bushes. They were both cold and my feathers were standing straight.

“My feelings are not good tonight, little sister.”

“Do not do so, we have often done this,” Satria pretends to be rigid.

The sound of crows croaking behind the lush forest canopy. They continued to walk through the lush bramastana tree. His attention was distracted by the smoky remains of charcoal wood. The bar had gone out but the charcoal was still warm.

“See! There are people around here, we better get back!” Harsya said, fear runs through the night fog.

“Could it be the soldier we met last night?”

“Whatever it is, I want to go back to camp!” Harsya whispers.

“Don't first, I'll try to look around.”

Satria's cheeks were tingled. He saw a fleeting motion on his right, then a hard fist shot itself up into the bushes around the bramastana tree. A figure of a warrior stood towering in front of him, burly and taller than the warrior in Condok Temple, with a skin the color of copper. His muscles bulged in his arms and chest. He used a scarf with a bronze sun symbol.

“See who I found? Forest boy?” said the soldier.

Behind him, Satria saw two soldiers coming after while clasping torches. Their mouths were astonished, covered with terrible scorn.

“A jungle child as straight and dirty as this? They look more like bums.”

“Or maybe slave?”

A soldier approached Harsya who was standing stiffly. He then strangled and lifted Harsya up to his feet thrashing in the air. “Abviously how can slaves walk around in the forest, it seems they belong to Mayakarsa.”

“Don't Sir please,” Satria's voice grimaces behind a bush.

One of the soldiers behind him approached, Satria could feel the fierce snort of the soldier.

“Lantas why are you here?”

“Our master asked us to look for medicinal herbs,” Satria said in shaking.

The soldier chuckled, “You're not good at lying.”

“Do they know Purnapana?” asked a soldier behind him, curiosity implied in his stern face.

“Must be sure. Look at this stupid boy. Do you think Purnapana wants to report friends with them?”

Satria tried to show a foolish look, although she was stunned to see the gallant soldiers. Those who hunt the hermit, so they're soldiers from the archipelago? His strength was very much different from the soldiers in the Condok Temple area.

Harsya was still raised in the air, her face started twitching as if she was almost out of breath. Just a few more minutes Harsya will be done.

On one quick occasion Satria grabbed a small pebble. He poured his pure energy as fast as lightning in the cloudy sky, then threw it in the hand of the soldier. The pebble shot out like a swift arrow and slashed the soldier's skin until his blood splashed in the air, Harsya fell still gasping.

“Run! Run towards the cave!”

The soldier roared while gripping the injured arm, “Keparat, sick! What was that just now?”

“That view is no ordinary person! They can use pure power, Catch them!”

The Nusantara soldiers chased after him, their heavy thumping steps stepped on the damp floor of the forest. Satria and Harsya were running around spurting the pace while groaning desperately. They forced themselves to continue running even though the soles of his feet felt hot and sore because they were pierced by thorny bushes. The soldier quickly managed to catch up to him even though they both tried to dodge. The snobbish faces were plastered, as if they would never let go of the quarry before him.

“Volder slaves, want to run again?” said the Soldier, this time approaching while grasping a keris. Shortly afterwards, a deafening scream sprang from her as Chana leaped down her face. Chana's sharp claws tore through the soldier's eyeballs until he fell. Liquid blood seeped through his two petals. The two comrades were startled to observe, then they sped away furiously.

“Why can there be wild cats!”

He swung a kris towards Chana, but nimbly avoided Chana and jumped towards the tree branch at high altitude. The two soldiers behind him frowned in wrath.

“Do not care about the cat! Catch the bum!” shouted the blind soldier, while holding his eyelids from the warm blood.

Satria tried to retreat back but the soldier blocked from both sides. They stepped forward, swearing with a heavy voice. Next to him Harsya looked helpless, the giggling left a bluish bruise, if Satria was too late to throw the pebble, Harsya's neck was broken.

While facing the two warriors, a shadow flashed swiftly in the darkness of the night. A huge body shot out like the wind beating on one of the soldiers. The figure tore apart the soldier's bare chest with a single blow. The splashes of flesh and skin of the soldier flew like red dust, leaving the claw scar open.

“Myind! Returning home! He's coming!” said the wounded soldier.

The figure stood upright bowing, its golden eyes lit up with fury. His grey hair was tasseling like a wave of water. Warm white steam came out through his mouth, revealing ivory-colored fangs.

“I can't see!” said the soldier who was blind.

Purnapana raised both hands swiftly, with one high jump he lunged at the soldier who was still healthy. The soldier had a quick reaction, he could almost avoid that form of my love, but Purnapana had long claws. One flick of his right claw hit the soldier's neck vein. Instantly the blood flooded the forest grass into a dark red, the soldier was stiffened and finished.

Surrender yourself! Pinta Purnapana, he actually felt concerned and exhausted. Being my love at this age is not a wise idea. The wound on his thigh had yet to fully heal, whereas that one jump required a great deal of exertion. While enduring the pain of his puncture wound, he observed the two remaining soldiers. They seem helpless and worried.

The soldier with a chest wound replied arrogantly, “You demon bear, King Mahardhika will one day finish you off, you become the last pest on this continent! Just look at you..”

Instead of continuing, the words came to a halt along with the throat of the soldier who was choked by Purnapana's claws. Unable to say anymore, he fell facing the sky, with a gaping mouth and an empty look.

“For the sake of freedom, I can't believe what I saw!” While panting Harsya jerked backwards. Satria approached her best friend, caught by Harsya's hand, she tried to calm down.

Suddenly Satria pulled Harsya to the ground again and incubated, “Still not finished!”

The earth was like an earthquake. Through the skin of his body they felt a thunderous storm coming, and were getting closer. Horses as black as soot glided towards them.

“Finally you came out of your hiding place Purnapana!” said one of the horsemen.

“Help me, I cannot see,” the soldier who has been blind groped around him. The blood on his petals almost froze to form red jellies.

“It's a shame to see a noble warrior like you being played like this? Make sure this news reaches Mr. Pragantara. The post will die tonight.”

Instantly when a horse troop turned in the opposite direction, Purnapana jumped in two strides like a stray cat jump, gripping the horseman until he fell and tore his body apart. The feathers of his club flew when he made agile movements. The soldiers moved forward, turning their spears yellow and shouting the name of the king. Purnapana avoided the spear from the horsemen with graceful leaps.

Run on! I can hold them! Purnapana said, his voice was roasted by a wild tiger. Satria and Harsya shuddered, but they did not have time to think about it. The two friends helped each other stand with great difficulty, then ran through the thickets to outwit the horses.

“Cursue! Partly go after the young man!” the cavalry order.

The line was split into two sections that led to the direction of Satria and Harsya. Returning already anticipating that, he quickly pounced on the neck of the chasing horse until the horse howled in pain. The pursuers numbered three troops, two pursuers managed to escape. The orange blazing torch lit up behind the post, however he could not eliminate the two pursuers before the four horsemen behind him died.

 With a feeling of disgust, Purnapana looked at the faces of the soldiers. He groaned menacingly, so the black horses started to get nervous. Not long after one of the soldiers pulled the reins, the horse lunged towards Purnapana with a pointed spear.

While enduring the pain Purnapana dodged to the side of the horse, releasing a grip on the thigh of the horse. The horse howled and fell, but the other two soldiers stabbed the spear frantically towards Purnapana's back. For the first time, the spear's eyes managed to stab Purnapana's back. Blood seeped through the gray hair of my mind.

“You're getting weaker Post-trip!”

This time Purnapana started the attack by jumping over the corpse of the soldier. He approached the two soldiers who were brandishing spears. The muscles of the soldiers were tense, ready to fend off Purnapana's quick attack. Every step in him is now full of calculations, Purnapana can no longer attack just anyone. They were the best soldiers Mahardhika had sent, not the lowly ones Toro had brought.

Before the Soldiers realized what was happening, Purnapana slashed his sharp claws towards the waist of the soldier. But the warrior was very well reflexed, fending off with his long spear until it bounced and stuck into the trunk of the angsana tree.

“She's very fast!” screams one of the soldiers.

Returning to repeat the tactic once again, he twisted and pounced on the unarmed soldier. Instantly the soldier could only fend off the full-gears with his arms crossed. Fiercely, Purnapana tore the two arms apart with its twisting canine teeth. The soldier sprawled out of his arms, he screamed.

The other soldier tried to escape, he quickly whipped his horse. His horse darted and swooped down the progressively steeper forest, even the horse felt its destiny was getting closer. He ran in an uncertain direction, crashing into the dark trunk of a large tree until his steps were hobbled.

Black horses belonging to the Nusantara Kingdom are the bravest horses that are said to be a frightening specter for horse troops. But in front of my love, they seemed to doubt. The horse was tired, though the rider slashed his horse hard until the horse's skin was scuffed. The horse seemed to tremble and grunt sadly.

“Bags you Purnapana,” cetus the soldier refused to surrender.

In the darkness of the night the soldier could see the golden glowering highlight of the cat's eyes lit up. Purnapana showed no mercy to the last soldier. With a roar echoing in the forest sky he again jumped and lunged. The soldier did not give up so easily, he turned his harness to face my love.

Every time Purnapana shook his claws, the sound produced was like the humming of death floating in the air around the soldier. The first attack was successfully avoided, until the second attack, the soldier prepared a counterattack, a swing of the spear shot towards the body of the Purnapana tiger that was leaping over.

The soldier crashed and fell from his saddle, while the horse managed to run away in fear leaving the soldier. In a stunned state he tried to get up, but Purnapana was preparing to end.

“In the end this time you win, motherfucker.”

Purnapana's sharp teeth were seen in his savage grin, Purnapana then slashed the last soldier's neck as a cover from his last attack.

Still stunned by the spear thrust he received, Purnapana managed to straighten his body. Pain and heat were felt in the moist part of his back. He used to be able to easily dodge various blows of spears and arrows, but he himself wondered why he was getting weaker with this form. Purnapana tried to forget that and moved to hit the forest shrubbery, while sniffing the smell of Satria, there was still something he had to save tonight.

On the other side of the forest, Satria ran and kept running, she did not care where the footsteps took her. Next to him, Harsya looked increasingly exhausted, sweat flooding the bodies of the two of them. It became a nightmare for Satria, the sound of the horse's roar getting closer. His whole body aches, especially in the legs. Every time they stepped up, he grimaced in pain.

A horse jumped towards the front of Satria without hesitation. His rider warrior swung the copper spear ferociously. Satria crouched down to avoid the eye of the spear that shot, but the horror seemed to come in a row. A black horse came again galloping from behind him, almost hitting Harsya. 

“Log into the forest even deeper, Harsya!”

The two of them lunged at the horse's body to dodge, his steps snapped open, struggling to outwit the black horses.

“You okay? Ask Satria, concerned. He could see Harsya's trembling face.

“We have to get out of this forest, little sister, I can't do it,” she replied helplessly.

“Hold my best friend, the Post-tourist teacher will help us!”

“You mean my love figure earlier? I did not expect that the teacher turned out..”.

“Awas!”

The chasing black horse came back crashing over the mossy rocks, now they were in front of Satria and Harsya.

“Since when can humans think they can match the speed of a horse?” cetus the soldier.

Feeling tired, Satria stopped and cursed. As if tired to run, Satria tried to drain her pure energy on her palm. He sped up and snatched the soldier who was watching vigilantly.

“They are not just any young people.”

Satria has never fought before, all his movements are just a simulation of fitness training taught by Purnapana in recent days. The soldier laughed at him, then he got off his horse and challenged Satria.

“So you can compete? Show.”

The soldier threw away his spear and faced Satria, while one of the other soldiers pointed his spear at Harsya, “If you lose a duel, let this spear be the messenger of your friend's death, and if you try to run, this spear will also pierce his head.”

They played us.

The soldier rode across both arms in a strange form. In view of all the possibilities, Satria lost terribly. The soldier was larger, taller and full. He shot away instantly at a frightening speed, launching a heel kick towards Satria's stomach.

The attack hit Satria's body, throwing him to the ground. His stomach felt twisted and shaken. Satria lay down, looking up against the cloudy dark sky hoping the pain in her stomach faded. With great difficulty, he got up and groaned.

“So that's your science? More like a lifeless straw doll,” the soldier's lips.

When Satria finally stood up, she was too dizzy to concentrate. His attempt to stand up caused his body to clumsy, he curled up holding his stomach and waited for all his pain to subside. After feeling good, he rode again looking at the hated soldier before him.

Satria focused her pure energy on both palms once more, feeling the warm steam begin to flow through the joints of her arms. He imagined the gloomy memories that were seeping in his mind. Hatred, anger, and fatigue flooded his pure energy like a flood breaking a dam.

“One day you lackeys kings will receive the consequences!”

The air around them seemed to be spinning with a strange sensation. The soldier before him took a step back, he could feel the air pressure becoming increasingly heavy and cold. Dark steam seeped from Satria's body, making the soldier freeze. While their dark horses ran away in a daze while neighing in fear.

“Keparat! She's witch! Finish his friend!”

Instantly the furore became a disturbing silence. Satria's eyeballs turned into a flaming golden luminaire with pupils that narrowed and sharpened like nocturnal animals. Without a second thought the frightened warrior comrade was about to thrust the spear at Harsya, but with a huge burst of air, the spear slipped out of his grasp.

“Dia! Crazy boy!” The soldier's screams backwards.

Satria did not realize how far she was. The overflow continued to flow wildly, instantly turning into a strange fear. The shadow of her foster mother emerged from the agonizing memories, hugging her longingly, and whispering sleep-sending songs. Asih's voice echoed like a clear water point dripping increasingly quiet. Satria tears dripped from her golden eyes, she felt very tired. The air pressure subsided again and Satria collapsed.

“Ra-king Mahardhika should know about this!”

He will not know, for you will never see the morning sun again..

The heavy sound behind the two soldiers shocked them. However, they had not had time to turn their gazes, both Purnapana claws had pierced through the two bodies of the soldier.

The fate.... The figure of my love Purnapana staggered.

Harsya looked at Purnapana with pity, the dense hair of her gray body looked tangled, smoke came out of the hair gap of her megarnya, making the hair instantly begin to shorten and disappear, revealing the wrinkled skin of Purnapana. The size of his body also shrank further making him return to human form.

Cowering in fatigue, the soldier's spear still stuck in his back, with a jaded motion, Harsya pulled out the spear.

“Teacher!”

Harsya approached Purnapana, this time sadness burst forth. He tried to heal Purnapana's wounds. Cold and cold air spread in his palms.

“I'm no use teacher, I'm just a loser,” Harsya cried disappointed.

“Not all humans are charged with strength to fight, Harsya,” said Purnapana.

That pure energy continued to flow into the Purnapana wound for several minutes afterwards. Gradually the full wound twitched, as if new flesh had grown almost to cover the wound. Purnapana feel light and calm.

“Did the teacher see it? Satria, he...,” said Harsya sobbing, breaking the silence.

“Not now,” Purnapana reluctant to explain. “Starting today, Satria will practice something deeper, more serious. You go back to the slave camp, while Satria will settle in my cave. From tomorrow onwards, this forest becomes a danger for you, the soldiers of the archipelago will not stop here, until the time comes, Satria will return.”

“Ham-servant understood, what is this about the pure energy of Satria, guru?”

“More than that,” Purnapana tried to get up while panting. He looked at Satria who was lying unconscious. “Tonight the gods proved, that the glory of my love will rise once again.”

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