Nusantara Throne - Senandung Kebangkitan
Satria

Morning comes. With Purnapana, Satria pulled over on a river bank not far from the cave. Thirty cubits high waterfall looming before him splashed cold foam and colored rainbows. At that place, Purnapana promised him exercises to strengthen the change of form that had not been understood at all by Satria. Before the exercise began they had breakfast with riverfishes that were burned with the dry twigs of pine trees.

            Satria occasionally tore the flesh of the mujair fish into small pieces for Chana the jungle cat. Chana seemed happy and ate it voraciously even though the meat was still puffing thin steam. After a few pieces he looked full and looked at Satria with a calm look.

            “Hamba did not expect, Chana has saved us both from that terrible warrior.”

            “Satria, even one small kindness can spare you from death.”

            Satria stroked Chana's head, she liked it even though Chana tried to dodge reluctantly. Chana's attention was distracted by a blue dragonfly perched on a small pebble. He then ran jumping and jumping leaving Satria, playing around chasing the dragonfly.

            Satria smiled. Two days passed and Satria knew it all. Purnapana is my love. The figure that has been Satria puja as a figure of liberator and avenger. Although at first Satria was annoyed because Purnapana kept it a secret to her. Gradually he accepted and became very respectful of Purnapana.

            Time and again Satria looked at Purnapana anxiously. The ship looks older, wrinkled and tired. Not only that, his wounds were getting harder to heal. Puncture in the thigh and back, although the wound on Purnapana's thigh had occurred for a very long time when he first met him in the cave and treated the wound with banana stem sap.  However, at this moment the wound reopened and flushed, looking as if it had just happened last night.

            It was hard for him to see the gloom happening to Purnapana, but at the same time he was as sad as his own body. Something dark was flowing in his blood. An almighty power that was never realized during his fifteen years of life. In addition, Satria also realized she was still struggling in the changes to adult men. Growing up with the mysteries that live in his body, often makes him wonder, who am I really?

            Purnapana inspect the rocks on the cliff side of the waterfall. He stroked every surface of the rock, paused for a moment in every niche then said that the cliff was quite safe. “The rock is still sturdy, no need to fear landslides.”

            After finishing breakfast, Purnapana invited him to walk up to the greenish-green rocks mossy, he saw the water dome as clear as the sky, which was clear as the sky, the fish swim following the pace as if swimming alertly while observing.

            “Today, you will be imprisoned under this waterfall, approximately one hour. During the time limit of one hour, flow your pure energy to withstand the rapid rate of the waterfall that hit your body. I want you to master your emotions in a stable manner until your pure energy forms a change of pure form.”

            The horror of the dark energy in his body shook Satria so much that he felt like giving up before crossing under the waterfall.

            “Tenang”, Purnapana said touching Satria's shoulder. “I can stop it faster when your pure black energy rises into wild waves.”

            “Yes, teacher,” Satria grimaced, reluctantly she relaxed her joint muscles. This morning the air was cold, and so was the waterfall in front of him.

            “Crazy and tighten your fingers, close your eyes and take a deep breath, drain your pure energy as usual, imagine the steam enveloping your body like a blanket, and stick the blanket on your skin as if it formed a shape to encourage your determination. Keep it until I ask to stop!”

            The first experiment was enough to relieve Satria, the position was quite easy to do without triggering strange things. His body became warm, as if the waterfall was just passing through his body without hitting his skin. However, as soon as ten minutes passed, he felt that time had passed for a very long time and left him exhausted. The concentration became broken, instantly the explosion of the waterfall was painful.

            “Quite, apparently not up to an hour.”

            Satria felt cold and pulled over on the granite rock wall next to the waterfall. To divert his bitching sense he asked, “Are those soldiers still going after the teacher?”

            Purnapana rubbed his white beard, “They will always hunt me, as long as Mahardhika is still breathing, he will continue to order his men to kill me, as my love they consider last.”

            Satria moved uneasily, “there are things I want to ask again guru.”

            “Do not hesitate.”

            “What is my form of love that resides in this body related to my biological father?”

            Stupefied post, “Before I answer, how important is that father figure to you?”

            Satria pensively tried to think.

            “Hamba don't know, it may be important.”

            “Therein lies your fault, young slave Satria. You must realize that all curiosity is not based solely on doubt, but certainty. Even your heart is still floating between heaven and land, related or not, all you have to understand is why that power grows in your body.”

            “Hamba fear teacher, what if this power will kill friends and those who are innocent?” disappointment overpowers Satria.

            “Then you have forgotten the essence of this exercise.”

            “How do I know I have mastered it, if I don't even remember what happened?” his mind sank on the incident the night the Nusantara Warrior attacked him.

            Purnapana exhaled a long breath. From his side he could understand Satria's feelings, the young man was young, childish, and careless. Reminds him of Wikrama as a child.

            “Cabinets.”

            Purnapana invites Satria down down the rocks to the river bank with moist leaves of ketapang. He took a deep breath, his eyelids narrowed as if his white eyebrows were about to fuse together, with a single breath, Purnapana puffed out his chest and rode on horseback.

            In one quick movement Purnapana dropped his body to the ground, his fingers clawing at the dead leaves until the sound of rustling made Satria grieve. White steam came out from Purnapana's back, spreading through her wrinkled skin until the incident looked so graceful.

The fine hairs growing up filled Purnapana's back like chives growing overnight, the hair was getting busily gathered resulting in a gray color with a streak of frying. His ears tapered, moving as if his hearing heard even the smallest whisper. As the mouth turns into a muzzle with a white triangular nose, the whiskers stick out lengthwise as two ivory-white fangs grow from between the pink gums.

The figure of my love stood bent over, walking with dignity, even though that morning the sunlight had penetrated the forest canopies. Satria could see the flaming glowers of the eyes of my Cindy tiger Purnapana, looking at her with a terrifying serene highlight.

Satria then knelt down, he was fascinated by the figure, his tongue seemed to freeze, unable to speak.

Controlling the change in my form of love is not to turn yourself into a feared tiger, but to become a respected figure for protecting, Purnapana said as if roaring softly.

            “Hamba understands,” Satria replied disappointed.

            What with this figure I can kill you? Yeah, but I chose not to do that, because I know who my enemy is, and I want you to stick that determination on you. Don't let that power rule you, but for yourself to master that power, Satria.

            “Hamba sorry teacher,” the teardrops started to drip.

            Chana approached Purnapana, rubbing her head against Purnapana's feet. He turned and bit the long tail of the Purnapana that whipped to the ground. Even a small forest cat was not at all imitated with the figure of Purnapana.

            Then cast off the doubt in a deep abyss, for I was sure that your father lowered that power with a much stronger determination. He must have believed in you, even if your life feels so heavy.

            “Teacher!”

        “Truly, I have been unable to maintain that form for a long time,” Purnapana admitted. “I am just a remnant of the glory of the past, my body is not what it used to be, my resolve has faded, remember Satria... No matter how great a power is embedded in humans, they are just fragile fleshy bodies, and grief can make them deformed even if people call them the greatest human beings

            Satria then carried Purnapana to the remains of the bonfire, leaning it against a large pine tree. After Purnapana asked for his drinking jug, he asked again, “Satria what is your biggest desire right now?”

            “Freedom.”

            “Ah,” Purnapana respond. “A lot of suffering in this world, one of the biggest is the shackles of the rulers. Before Mahardhika claimed his throne, and even before the kings of Emerald struggled in the chaos of the throne, the continent was a land free of Satria. You can pick sweet fruits without the need to yell at thieves.”

            “What one day we slaves can do that?”

            “Nothing is impossible, Satria.”

            After sighing, he felt his wounds pulsing again. With great difficulty he got up using his black wooden stick and asked Satria to return to his asceticism. Purpanapa believes the determination of Satria's heart has begun to show its form, as time goes by. One day Satria will be a different person.

            In the next experiment, Satria crossed her legs and closed her eyes. The world turned dark, only a rushing waterfall rang out breaking the surface of the dome beneath. Satria carefully drained his pure energy throughout the body, reaching out to his sidelines with his fingers splashed with water. At first he felt the usual sensation, but a speck of light began to appear from a void.

            The silhouette of Asih's face, and the memories with Harsya and Sham swirling around grew stronger, as if Satria was sitting in an empty space studded with warm glowing stars. He didn't care how long he had to be shut up, he enjoyed those moments.The longer he felt his body was wrapped in a strange feeling.

            At a slow rate, his ears became more and more sensitive, he could hear streams of water that were far from his place, a squirrel skipping settles on tree branches even a crowd of beetles hiding behind the bush.

            Satria opened her eyes. His world looked different and brighter in color, as if the darkness hidden from the dense trees could be clearly drawn. That incredible life fascinated him. This feeling, strange, and wild, he said as he observed his arm that turned into the hand of a gray-haired tiger.

            “Until here you have done very well,” said Purnapana said without looking at him, as if hiding the taste of haru.

            “What is this the true form of servant, not as a human being, teacher?”

            “The form is not even half that, but you have shown a good determination,” Purnapana replied. “Behold, we my lovers never considered ourselves different. The gift was passed down as a form of our responsibility to Emerald.”

            “Hamba understands teacher.”

            “Let go of your pure energy.”

            Satria felt she was more comfortable in that form, she wanted to try more and more. Some of his body had not changed completely. Will I be able to slash the necks of Dhanu and Garung?

            “Satria, did you hear what I said?”

            “Sorry teacher.”

            Satria then melted his pure energy blanket into the air. His body re-emits warm smoke, and returns the fine hair to human skin, his long earlobes shrivel back into cartilage. They eventually descended the cliff of the waterfall.

            “That determination must not be accompanied by passionate ambition. If your ambition to master is greater than your determination to protect, then one day you will become like Mahardhika.” Never had Satria seen Purnapa as seriously as now, she bowed in shame and nodded. “Now is the time to train your martial skills, because not all disputes with your enemies must be resolved with that form, you must also master other kanuragan techniques.”

            Purnapana threw a medium-sized twig stick. Satria was startled and caught him with quick reflexes, her hands throbbing.

            “Watch that spear and attack me, if you manage to hit my body, the exercise is finished.”

            “But Guru,” Satria said looking at the wildwood twig.

            “Why? Doubt arises behind your skinny face, do you think with this wound I can't compensate you? o my careless disciple.”

            Did master really want to fight me with such a weakened body? I admit that his form is admirable but with this twig I can match his strength, Satria thought.

Satria started the attack with a ready motion, his staff swung towards the open waist of Purnapana. Purnapana repelled the attack and started a counterattack. Feeling in an unfavorable position, Satria leapt back, but with a quick movement of stomping Satria's staff to the point of surprise.

Even the teacher hasn't stepped in one bit, awesome.

Satria realized the attack was not full strength, Purnapana did not look exhausted at all. He stood quietly as if waiting for Satria's next attack. Without thinking, Satria ignored the taste of her mother and lunged once more, but easily Purnapana wept the rain of the satriya twigs with a trembling motion.

Fifteen minutes passed, after Purnapana was bored, he tried to play his ulin stick to receive Satria's attack on all sides. The noise sounded great, clashing like deer horns. “Faster Satria!” purnapana exclaimed, his eyes glistening reflected by the morning light.

The next minute, Satria's movements began to feel agile, her body getting warmer and sweaty. However, none of his attacks hit Purnapana. When Satria's face looked desperate, Purnapana regained his body, “Only so?”

Without thinking any longer, Satria lunged at the left side of the open Purnapana with a nimble stab. Purnapana had already anticipated the attack with a simple avoidance. From the first time, Satria felt proud to be able to make Purnapana move from where he stood bowing. On the other hand Satria swung his staff towards Purnapana's right rib.

Satria was stunned, all the actions of Purnapana as if the show wanted to be shown as training material and experience for Satria. Until when Satria felt tired, a rustling sound came from the direction of the cave. Satria had to give up her training.

“Small sister!” Harsya called out as she arrived panting. “You should go back, right now.”

His heart was beating fast, his feelings became unpleasant.

“What's Harsya?”

 “Garung.. she...,” her voice stopped. While adjusting her breath Harsya replied hesitantly, “They seem to know.. about food thieves.”.

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