Pangawasa Warishing (Giant Tree Ruler)
Chapter 9 - Hope and Trust

“Grandpa! Grandpa is okay?” A boy asked an old man who was lying in bed.

Grandpa replied. “I'm fine Penta, you don't have to worry, I'm fine.” gave a very calm smile to Penta who put her head on the grandfather while stroking the child's head.

It was dark inside, with no light other than where the bed was.

“Grandfather, I will definitely save grandfather, so grandfather I beg to hold on, I will definitely bring the Giant Tree Rubber to grandfather.” His grandfather's hand stopped stroking Penta's head as he said that, and the old hand fell down quickly.

Penta, who felt her grandfather not moving anymore, immediately turned to look at his grandfather's face, but what Penta saw was a male figure who did not look old at all.

“Current?” Penta was so shocked by the familiar face that she suddenly appeared in place of her grandfather who was sleeping on the bed.

“Now, are you okay? How's leg... mu?” Penta turned her head towards the feet of the unfrozen Coral. Penta was in shock when she saw the sight of the two legs of the Coral that was no longer there.

With a face so pale Penta looked back at the face of Coral, the face that had looked so fresh, now his mouth was full of blood and eyes closed, there was no visible sign of life.

“KARANG!” Penta woke up from her sleep and shouted.

The new Penta consciously looked around, there was Dyah, Rani, Prabu and Rakryan sleeping in a cloth that looked worn, ,he recalled that he was currently inside the cave where the Hero was hiding.

Why do I dream like that? Am I this weak. Think Penta in the heart. Who then stared at the body of the ice-wrapped Coral.

Penta stood up from her bed and walked out of the cave, it seemed like she wanted to find some fresh air to calm her mind which was still ringing with her dreams just now.

He walked straight from the direction of the cave entrance, aimlessly. When passing through a large tree. Penta looked at Wirayuda who was meditating.

Not wanting to disturb Wirayuda, Penta decided to go the other way.

“Bocah!” Call Wirayuda to Penta who just turned her body.

“Hah?” Penta who was slightly surprised by the call immediately turned her body back towards Wirayuda meditating.

“Come.” Wirayuda gestured by patting the ground on his left for Penta to sit next to him.

“Hee, fine.” Replied Penta who still looked empty in her eyes. Walking and sitting next to Wirayuda who did not close his eyes and just looked ahead.

“You saw it?” Wirayuda asked without looking at Penta.

The puzzled Penta, looked at Wirayuda, then shifted her head to look in the direction that Wirayuda was looking at.

“Hutan?” Ask Penta.

“Not.” Wirayuda looked down a bit then looked at Penta's face.

The extremely confused Penta, could only stare at that extremely calm face without a word.

“Hope.”

A word emerged from Wirayuda's mouth making Penta's head tilt sideways.

“Did you see it, a Hope?” Wirayuda looked forward again then looked at something he held in his right hand.

“Callung?” Penta, who also saw the object in Wirayuda's hand, asked in surprise.

“Medal, this is a medal.” Answer Wirayuda.

“Medal?” Penta still did not understand why Wirayuda said that while staring at the medal with a radiant face.

“When you see this party, and bring you here. I thought, there was no hope anymore, they were already divided, but.., when I saw Gita's smile, ahh, thank goodness she had not changed. And at that time I was sure that hope was still there.” Wirayuda to Penta.

“Hope? still there?” Penta asked who really did not understand what Wirayuda was trying to say.

“Genesis today, remind me, when I got this medal.” Bright Wirayuda while bringing the medal he held to Penta.

“It's yours?” Penta asked as she looked at the medal closer.

A metal that was made circular, probably made of copper, shaped like a coin, and contained the logo of the Royal Guild on both surfaces. In the middle of it there is a hole that is neatly shaped with a diameter of 2 millimeters like it is to insert a rope or something.

“This does not belong to an adventurer whom I have great respect for.” Wirayuda retracted the hand that was holding the medal.

“Then, about 20 years ago, the adventurer rank was not written in the identification card as it is now. But using this medal, if you have 7 medals, then you are a Sanghyang level adventurer, if you have 1 medal, then you are a student level, and at that time I had 1 medal only.” Wirayuda smiled at Penta as he said that back then he was a beginner adventurer or Pupil level.

“Murid, Mr Hero is also weak initially?” While saying that Penta covered her mouth with her hands, she was afraid that what she said would offend Wirayuda.

Wirayuda smiled at Penta. “True, I'm really weak. It was then that my life was saved by my teacher in the party I was following. He is also the owner of this medal.” Wirayuda's face slowly turned sad.

“So, huh? Don't-don't.” Penta realized something from Wirayuda's speech just now.

“True, he was gone, when he saved me, that was my last meeting with him.” Wirayuda looked deep into the forest.

—-

“Teacher, please hold on, please” Said a boy while raising the head of a lying, blood-soaked adult man on his chest. “Teacher, hang on a little more, soon Brother Panji will surely come and bring the healing potion.” The boy continued to cry as he hugged the head of the man he called the teacher.

“Wira” The Master holds the boy's right cheek. “Be strong, practice and be strong, so a man stronger than me, be strong so as not to cry anymore, uhuk” The man spewed quite a lot of blood from his mouth.

“Teacher, already, no need to talk anymore, hang on. Hang on, hiks, hiks.” The crying child named Wira was getting stronger.

In a weak voice, the man said again. “Adventurers should not cry,..” The man stopped to take a breath that was running out and continued his words. ”If adventurers cry, you will make those who give escort missions to you terrified.”

The man closed his eyes and dropped the hand that was on the cheek of the boy who was still crying, once again in that condition, the man took a deep breath. “I believe, you will be stronger, you will protect more people than me.” With all his might the man gave motivation, then smiled happily and then.

“Guruuuuuuu, no, no, Guru, takkkk. Haaaaaa” Sih The boy is getting stronger hugging his teacher's head.

—-

He did not show a sad face, but a happy-looking face, those tears, not tears of sadness, felt strong, felt a figure that had unshakable confidence, that figure, that person, that person, it was a hero that many people loved. Thought Penta who looked at Wirayuda in awe.

“But I don't want to, call what he did a sacrifice.” Wirayuda was silent for a moment and continued. “I don't want it to be called that way, I want it to be hope and trust, what he did, saving me, giving up his precious life, he said, I want it to be called hope and trust.”

“Hope and Trust?” Penta was confused by the two words, which the Hero had spoken several times.

“You know where the Hope came from?” Wirayuda asked as he looked towards Penta.

Penta shook her head a few times.

“From Trust, from Trust arises Hope and from Hope arises Trust.” Wirayuda said softly.

“Then what does that mean? Why Mr. Wira wants to call it Hope and Trust, what else if it is not called sacrifice.” Reply Penta who disagrees with Wirayuda.

Wirayuda smiled a little. “You are right, indeed what difference it is with sacrifice, in the end what he did was sacrifice himself to protect me, it makes no difference, it really makes no difference.” Wirayuda's voice was getting smaller at the end of his words.

A moment later Wirayuda's voice returned to normal. “When I think like that, his words always pop into my head, and it wakes me up. None of his last words meant sacrifice, not even his last smile could be called sacrifice.”

Wirayuda paused his sentence for a moment to take a fairly long breath. “By it.” His voice is a bit high now. “I trained, practiced, practiced, and practiced until I became what I am now. Why? Because if no one can call it a sacrifice, if someone says it like that, I will repay, it is his hope and trust in me.”

Penta was shedding tears without her noticing, the tears she let out were not small, until it could be said she was crying, with an expressionless face.

Wirayuda only looked at the Penta like that with a face full of confidence.

When she realized that she was shedding tears, Penta immediately wiped her tears with her right hand as she said. “Indeed what Coral does can be called its Hope and Trust in me?” The centa did not release his hand from the eye that was still drawing out the water.

Wirayuda now crossed his hands on his chest and looked towards the forest again. “I don't know, it wasn't me who decided. That's you who decided, Penta.”

For the first time the Hero mentioned the name Penta, hearing that Penta raised her knees, folded her hands over her knees, placed her head over the folds of her hands to cover her face.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhh” The boy cried and shouted very loudly.

—-

Penta who a while ago cried loudly is now calm and back to the way it was. When the atmosphere became silent Penta asked something to Wirayuda.

“Master Wira.” Call Penta who is hugging her knee.

“Yah.” Reply to Wirayuda who was meditating with his eyes closed.

“Didn't if that hope didn't materialize, it would definitely hurt?” Ask Penta.

“All depend on yourself.” Wirayuda opened his eyes and continued his sentence. “If that hope comes from your ego, it will certainly hurt, if that hope comes from trust, I don't think it will hurt too much when that hope doesn't materialize.” Wirayuda is still in a meditative position.

“Is that?” Penta was silent for a moment as she hesitated with the next sentence she was about to say. “What if I wish the Coral could live again.., with Giant Tree Rubber for example. What hope is such a fool?”

Wirayuda, who was slightly surprised by Penta's words, turned to the boy, with a serious look Wirayuda replied. “That's stupid. If you think you can bring to life a dead person, that's stupid.”

Penta, surprised by Wirayuda's reply, widened her eyes to see Wirayuda's gaze.

While continuing to stare at Penta, Wirayuda continued. “But if it is hope, what is the problem if it is called stupid?” Wirayuda turned to ask Penta.

Penta who heard Wirayuda's speech, got back the light in her eyes. Penta shook her head. “I think I'm stupid!” with a smile full of relief the boy said so.

Wirayuda who witnessed the smile, got carried away and joined in smiling freely.

“I think I'll tell Dyah and others about my expectations.” When he said that Penta stood up.

Penta turned her body and was about to run back to the cave. Suddenly Wirayuda called.

“Hei, Boy.” Wirayuda throws something like a necklace at Penta.

The surprised Penta caught the thing with both hands. “This?”

“I no longer need that medal. I gave it to you.” Wirayuda.

“Eh. Uh. Fine, Thank you.” Penta ran back into the cave like a child who had lost his pocket money from his parents.

Moments after Penta ran back into the cave, a male figure emerged from behind the tree. “That's right, reviving the dead is called hope. You're just gonna make that kid suffer.”

Wirayuda, who had been aware of the man's whereabouts since, replied without looking at the man. “Maybe.”

Hearing that short answer, the man quipped. “Huf, Hope of Trust, ridiculous once.”

Wirayuda who heard the insinuation, stood up, patting his pants to clean from the dirt stuck while asking the man something. “Do you know why people pray, even though their prayers are not realized, but they still do?”

“Hah, where do I know, I guess they're just stupid.” The man with two swords stuck to his back.

“Yeah, well, stupid, haha, the answer that reflects you.” again prefixes a strange sentence from Wirayuda, it seems he has returned to his casual mode.

The man clicked his tongue upon hearing the insinuations from Wirayuda. “What do you know?” said with a little loud tone.

Wirayuda walked back into the cave, raising his left hand as if to signal farewell to the man. “I think that's the name of hope from trust.”

The man who heard that clenched both his hands tightly and hit the tree trunk with his right hand. So that created a crater with a diameter of 30 cm in the trunk of the tree.

“Sials. I will definitely be stronger.” Said the Man.