Sibungsu (Samurai stabbed)
My love
Suddenly he heard the sound of the peeling of the dried leaves below around the rock where he was sitting. Although very slowly, almost inaudible to the ears of ordinary people, but with his training for dozens of full moons he could guess there were about a dozen feet under the rock there. When he focused his hearing more upward, he was even more shocked. Two creatures were behind him. One on the left, one on the right! Who's human ?
Blood tightens. Hand relaxes.
"Who is behind?" He asked without looking.
His gaze was straight forward with full concentration. There's no answer. He immediately knew, whoever was behind him, must have had no good intentions. His hands were getting soft and hot. Nape fur is getting creepy. He suddenly felt a wind coming! He didn't immediately pull out his samurai. But he rolled to the right. He learned from the behavior of two squirrels fighting on a tree branch near this flat stone. He watched the fight closely. Then he practiced mimicking that self-saving rolling way, interspersing his samurai training.
Now that rolling move he did. He survived the creature. Then he sat on his knees. But before he could see who was attacking, the creature attacked him again as fast as lightning. He's back to using that squirrel. Roll twice to the right and bounce straight. And now the creature that attacked was upright four fathoms in front of him.
"Oh God!!"
He was strangled and receded two steps. He almost fell down from the rock.
That creature! God, he's never seen a creature this big. In the still bright twilight rays of the ground, he saw two creatures of extraordinary shape.
"Tiger is happening!!" he whispered to himself.
Without her being able to control it, her hands trembled. Yes, in front of him, now stood two tigers so-called events. His head was like a tiger's head. Her body looks like a tiger. But he did not stand on all four feet. This creature stands on two legs like a human. Her hairy hands resembled human hands. And so are his feet. His fur was like a tiger. His eyes were bright red. His toenails and toenails looked horribly pointed. This creature looks terrible in the eyes of the Bungsu. He couldn't hold his body.
When he was a child in the village, he often heard stories about tigers. My love says old people. But since he was an adult, the story was no longer good he heard. If there is, then the story is only intended as a scare of children. Who would have thought, today he witnessed what the villagers consider a fairy tale, it really exists. The story is not just a figment. He saw it with his own eyes. He glanced to the right. Far down there, he saw his village. In his village, there were reports of people being killed by my Cindy. In other villages there were also people who were in the terror of my Cinderella. Is this my love that terrorizes people in the village down there? When viewed the distance between the mountain and the village below, it seems that this is my Cinderella. But he doesn't know how many they are. And he immediately remembered the sound of the feet below around the stone. He immediately looked. He called the name of God several times. He stepped forward three steps. The Bungsu really tried his faith and soul. Below him he saw no less than six tigers! Sit on the back leg and straighten the front leg. The six tigers surrounded the flat stone where he was. He was sure, the number must be more than six. Because he had heard around the stone were subtle steps. Here seems. He turned back to my love. Both of them raised their hands. He did not understand why the tigers were below. Like watching it up. Are those tigers the subordinates of my Cind? His heart was completely shaken. He didn't think much. My greatest love attacked with a single leap. He should have used his samurais immediately. But late! The greatness of this event made the reflexes he had trained so chaotic. He's only able to duck. And it caused his back to be ripped off my Cindy's fingernails. He's bouncing. Down there he heard the tiger growl. It seemed that the tigers were waiting for him to be thrown down.
When he rolled over, my smaller Cindy attacked. Jump squirrels! He immediately used the science of jumping the squirrel back. Roll three times to the right, then three times to the left. Two blinds to my love that he's managed to avoid. Then jump up! The wound on his back was painful. On his back. He accidentally touched the wound. Suddenly he came to his senses, the wound was exactly in about the wound inflicted by Captain Saburo Matsuyama's Samurai slash twelve full-blown puffs ago. Exactly across the slant from the right shoulder blade to the left rib! His memory goes back to the past. His father and mother were taken away by the samurai. When her brother was raped and slaughtered by samurai. He was also slashed by samurai!
His face suddenly hardened. His mouth is pulled down. An unspeakable anger was drawn on his face. It was then that my little Cinderella hit him. Suddenly in his eyes my Cindy was like Captain Saburo who killed his family. His hand moved to the Samurai behind the sheath. Super fast.
"Don't kill you!!" his sizzle with all his hate. And the samurai work! Twice a slash to the face. On the first slash, my Cindy's chest that was drifting towards her hit her slash. At the second turning slash, my Cindy's neck was almost severed. And this young man turned around backwards. My Cindy's body was also uplifted half a fathom behind her. And at that time he imitated the motion that his father used first. Bend the samurai in his hands backwards while dropping down on the right knee! Crep! The plates!! The samurai went through the left chest. The sound of his roar broke the twilight. Tearing the tranquility of the forest. The sound of mountain animals rattling rang out as the animals ran from bush to bush seeking refuge. Apes jump from tree to tree. That roar was terrible. The tigers that were below on the jump backwards were so shocked.
The Bungsu pulled his samurais, and snapp!! The samurai got back into the scabbard very quickly. He stood his back against my lifeless body. Facing my big stunned Cinde was shocked at the end of the rock there. They look at each other. The face of the Bungsu who is usually moody and his eyes are haggard, now changed. His face was hard and hateful. His eyes were shining with anger. And suddenly there was a rumbling sound. The tigers down there roared almost simultaneously. Roaring and gaping faced their muzzles to the moon that looked like a scythe in the high sky. What is this sign? Thought the Bungsu. He wanted to know what the tigers were for. Still not letting go of the sight of my big Cind in front of him, he took three steps back. Then he kicked my dead Cinderella down. There was a sound of feet moving away and a long roar. Then a roaring sound. Voices snatch each other. My big still-living love in front of him snorted and growled. He was really angry. Then suddenly he attacked with a long leap towards the Bungsu. The Bungsu again jerked the Samurai and swung in four slashes. But to his surprise he saw my Cindy soar and return upright in her place!Just incredible! In his latest, he apparently could see the glint of a samurai that was so fast. Not only able to see, but also avoid it! Not a whole lot of him got hit. The samurai was back in the scabbard. Now the samurai with the glove he held with his left hand. They looked. Suddenly, my love attacked again. But this time it attacked by rolling down below. His body rolled like a tree that was toppled from the top of a cliff.Si Bungsu jumped to the left and pulled out his samurai. Cres, cres, cres! From the left he sent three quick strokes to my Cindy's body. Then the samurai went back into the nest. But again he saw my Cinde was upright three fathoms in front of him. Not less than one. Justjust wonderful. He was sure right earlier, that his sabetage hit my Cindy's body. Is my big Cind's body unbearable by a sharp weapon?
Nape feathers goosebumps. If that's true, then that means the end of the story here. He has no inner knowledge like other fighters. He only had the skills to play samurai and jump like a squirrel or ape that he learned while on this mountain. Not the silat science. Not Kumango like his father had. Nor is Lintau silat like Datuk Maruhun, Renobulan's father. Is here the end?
Nope!. He doesn't want to die now. How vain would he endure all the pain for a dozen full moons if only he would die here. He remembered his father's oath when he was about to die. That his father would demand revenge. Isn't that a sign that he's the one his father will use to exact revenge on his family? Whose other hand will his father use to avenge the cruelty of Saburo and his soldiers if not his own hands?
No. gabe. He can't die now. If he dies now, then his father's grudge will never be avenged. The death of his family and the death of his village will never be avenged. If he dies now, then all his efforts have been in vain. No. gabe. He doesn't want to die now. Especially death in the mouth of my love. A tiger is.
But, until when he can survive? While his back was badly injured. The wound was very disturbing. So poignant. People say, supposedly my nails and teeth contain Cindaku can. Now his back is injured. How long can he hold on? He saw my Cinderella in front of him go down. He is upright by widening the legs and bending the folds of the knees. Then put the samurai crosswise in front of his chest. He is waiting for my next move. So the incident began to move around to the right. He stays in his position. My love's steps she followed with the corner of her eye. My love is now on his left. Means being about the samurai end. He is still waiting. The face was straight forward and the corner of the eye stabbed towards my Cindy. My love is moving behind him. He didn't turn his head. No. gabe. To turn his head he had to use a few seconds. And it harms him. He then closed his eyes. Concentrate and "see" through his sharp hearing. My love steps are very light. On the boulder where they were now, the creature's steps were almost inaudible. But he's been training full moon. He was not worried, by closing his eyes he could clearly hear my Cindy's steps. The move especially became clear to him due to the smooth friction of my long Cindy's nails with the stone. For ordinary people, that friction would definitely not be heard. But for the youngest, the sound of friction was very clear. My love stopped right behind him. Parallel to his spine within a distance. That means the creature can reach his back with his long hands. He waited, while the grunting and scrambling of raw meat down there had stopped. He was sure the tigers were now staring up, at them. The Bungsu kept his eyes closed. He heard my Cindy's breath hunting. He believes that now my Cindy is preparing to attack. His hunting breath was a sign. And the hunting breath was also a sign that my love also put a sense of trepidation. Yes, just like him who also felt trepidation. His breath is hunting too. Suddenly he felt the wind whistle. That's a sign my Cindy is attacking! Samurainya. He spun very quickly mimicking the spinning of a panther. Then the samurais flashed.
Cras! cras! cras!!
Three quick and powerful strokes, he then stabbed the samurai back. Snaps! He sat on his right knee and pressed the samurai back firmly. But the behind him is still moving. And suddenly a blow hit his head!
He was strangled and thrown to the rock. Samurian's off! His scalp on the back was peeling as wide as a palm! Make a moment he pines. Yet among his overwhelming shock, he remembered that he had to stay alive. He knew he was in a critical state. Jump Squirrels! He's back he did. Time and time again the movement of the squirrel had saved him. Now that his body hit the rock, he rolled three times to the right as my Cindy pounced. As light as a squirrel he rolled three times to the left. Then rotating. My love pounced there. He's heading back! Upright on both legs with the knee folds bent. My love is four fathoms in front of him. He's hoyong. Wounds on his back and behind his head shed a lot of blood. Pulsating. He looked at my love. It turns out that what he was worried about was true. My love is not tempered by sharp weapons. Not mempan. My little science of Cinderella had apparently not reached the perfect level. There are still many human beings. That's why he was consumed by a sharp weapon. But this one seems to have reached a high level. No more iron.
Now the Bungsu is no longer armed other than the samurai holster. The samurai themselves were in front of him. Then the weapon was between him and my Cindy. He did not dare to rashly pick up a weapon that was located in front of him. No, that would make it easier for my Cindy to pounce on him. He's getting weaker. And a tremendous fear ran through it. He's not afraid of death. But afraid of not being able to avenge his family. My love began to prepare again to attack, The Bungsu remained upright in place. When my Cindered swiped straight to the left, she shifted her stand to the right. So they move in a direction. He didn't know that my Cindy wanted to attack him from the left. It was on his injured ribs. But he himself also had the intention of shifting his stand to the right. He wanted to put the samurai on his left. Two steps, three steps, four!. And suddenly my Cindy attacked. Jump squirrels! The movement saved him again. His body rolled to the left lightly twice, the third time his hands touched the samurai's headwaters. The fourth movement while grasping the samurai's body flicked as high as half a fathom and hep! He was stuck on the edge of the rock. The tiger's growl sounded below!
Now he can breathe. The samurai was again in his hands. He knew that this weapon would not work on the creature. But without weapons. He felt himself naked. Although it was not effective, this weapon gave him some kind of suggestion. He stood still. Strain the samurai in front of his chest. Concentrate concentration and hearing. Far down there, from the village at the waist of the mountain he heard a loud noise. It must be the steadfastness of Isha's prayer. Her voice is faint-sayup. But it was clearly the sound of the taboo from the surau or the mosque. Very sharp ears can hear the sound of the sound. The stoic voice was clearly heard by him every day every day he focused his concentration on this Sago mountain. Perhaps the tabuh was from the mosque in Manang Kadok village or Sikabu-kabu village. What was not heard until here was the sound of his azan muezin. Perhaps because the human voice is much slower than the sound of the taboo.
Azan! Yes, he immediately remembered Azan. Didn't his religious father ever tell me that many black sciences can be destroyed by the voice of the devil? Azan at dawn, azan at dusk every dawn and maghrib, besides intending to call the praying people, and, it also has the meaning of expelling all evil spirits and the influence of stealth that tries to affect human life. According to his father, azan at dawn means also expelling the influence of demons that infiltrate at bedtime past midnight. Azan in Maghrib time has the meaning of expelling evil spirits to not get carried away to sleep.
That's according to his father's story when he was a kid. Is that true? Is azan able to destroy the immune knowledge of these stealth creatures? He should try it. Got to! It's impossible for his father to tell you when they were little things that weren't useful. His father was not the kind of person who would scare his son with such stories. Now he put down his samurai holster. Holding the samurai with his right hand. Put the left hand on the left ear. He focused his concentration. Then close your eyes. His safety was now completely hung on his hearing. As soon as his eyes closed, he read Bismillah. Then began to recite the verses of Azan.
"Allahuakbar – Allahuakbar".
The resounding voice ripped through the silence of the wilderness. He heard my love take a step.
"Allahuakbar – Allahuakbar".
"Ashhadu allaa-ilaha!My love is gnawing with a long snort. While still reciting the word Asyhadu allaa-ilaha illallaaah once again, the samurai moved as fast as lightning. Twice fast. He believes his samurai sabetage hit. But he kept his eyes closed. Keep reading that azan.
"Ashadamanna Muhammadarrasulullah…!"
Three steps behind her My love sounded snorting. When he repeated the word once more, my Cindy attacked again with an unmitigated leap and safety. He rolled on the floor. Then while using the squirrel's motion, the samurai hit upwards. Sreth! Sreth! Sreth!
Three different directions. Got hit!My love stopped. The Bungsu remained upright while closing his eyes. Concentrate and read on the recitation of the azan. He seemed to get a new energy when reading the azan. It was like he got a suggestion. When he read the word "Hayya 'alassholah" he heard a falling object. He opened his eyes. And my Cindy was kneeling on the rock, clutching her chest. In the light he saw thick black blood flowing from between my Cindy's hands.
"Allahuacbar. O Lord, O Allah, You are the Most High." he said slowly.
There were no tears on her cheeks. He survived after remembering the teachings his father had given him first. Yes, he did not want to sleep at home many times, because when he slept at home, blind bodies had been awakened by his father. Azan. And forced to pray. How much he hates. How fed up he was with that man. He wants to wake up in the middle of the day. Even wanted to wake up late in the afternoon, because all night he gambled.
When he was a kid, he did the job. But after a bit of adulthood, he prefers to sleep at his friend's house. Now, it turns out that his father's teachings have saved his life. She cried. Really crying. The Bungsu who used to be when his father, mother and brother died did not know how to cry, tonight crying in the middle of the jungle on Mount Sago. He cried out of regret for disobeying his father's orders. He cried because he missed the hard and proud old man. His father's attitude is a picture of himself.
"Thank you God. You saved me with Your verses. Thank you dad. You saved me with your teachings that I once denied. Thank ye. I'm sure God will put you in a happy place." he whispered between his tears that flowed down.
And three fathoms in front of him, my Cindy was falling over. There was a long complaint coming out of his mouth. There is a tremendous amount of pain and suffering that is heard. His body was blown away like an imperfectly cut chicken. It was like playing him. Hurt all the blood vessels and every feather in his body. Perhaps in retaliation for all the curse he had spread during his life. The Bungsu so hiba see the suffering of the creature. He stepped near her. The light of the eyes so-called incident that was red lit up, now looking at him for pity. The light of the eyes is like asking for help. His heart was like asking for his life to be taken quickly.
"I'm sorry.." the Bungsu said.
And the samurai in his hand flashed. Cres! Cres! Twice fast and strong. Makes the left chest so-called it's a big tear. He almost broke his neck. The suffering of the creature is truly over. Suddenly the jungle was like being torn apart again by the roar of the tiger below. Like a triumphant roar. Nape of the Bungsu back goosebumps. He was horrified that the tiger was jumping up. It could cause his life to drift. He threw the dead body down. There was a crunching sound. And in an instant, all the tigers that were below jumped up and vanished into the palm of the jungle. Each carries fragments of the creature's carcass. The Bungsu wiped his tears. Removing the cold sweat that was whining on his forehead. It turns out that his father was telling the truth about the verses of the Qur'an and the words of Azan that could destroy black magic. He proved it tonight.
His body feels weak now. He did not know how much blood had come out of the wounds on his back and the back of his head. Gathering all his strength, he walked to the right corner of the flat stone where he had set up his cottage. The flat stone as the courtyard of the emergency cottage. In his cottage he kept medicinal herbs. Medicines made from decoction of leaves and bark. With the potion was once a gaping wound the former samurai scourge Captain Saburo Matsuyama he medicated. With great difficulty he entered. Swiping two flint stones with the rest of their energy to install resin made from wood sap. With a little residual energy, he should use it to attach the dried medicinal herb to his wound. Then he lay down. Sick, tired and asleep. Three days he had a severe fever. Her body is cold hot. He must fight against death. Fortunately the leopard meat he made jerky greatly helped his recovery. The flesh of the tiger is efficacious against can and poison. That meat also made the endurance of the body exceed ordinary humans. He chewed on the tiger jerky while lying still.
The fourth day he began to heal. But still unable to stand. But on the fourth morning he could again enjoy the chirping of birds. Enjoy the cry of the siamang and the squeaks of the pigeon and balam, which are perhaps dozens upon dozens of lush trees near his cottage. The birds sing there. Jumping from branch to branch. Eat the small fruit. Now he can smile at his friends.
Yes, for dozens of full moons on this mountain, his best friend is the animals that exist. Birds, squirrels, oranges, gibbons, and sometimes even tigers and snakes. While in his village he had no friends. His presence was first surprised and hostile by the inhabitants of the mountain. They like to strongly object to the presence of the other party in their always safe place. Not infrequently tigers and snakes intend to pounce on him. But in the first months, the Bungsu chose to stay in his cottage. Even if he came out, it was only to practice on the flat stone in front of his cottage. If he was going to drink he would simply go to the south corner of the wide rock. In that part there is water flowing from the rock on the flystone. The water seemed to flow from the top of the mountain. Not too big, but the water is clear, cool and fresh. In the southern corner there is a small pond formed by the stabbing of a waterfall, maybe hundreds of years. The width of the pool was no more than three square fathoms, with in a half.
In the stone bed of nature lived small fish. No more than the size of a palm. The fish are so beautiful in color. There's green mixed with red. Like flags. There is black with blue and red. Striped like yeast[1] fabric. When he first bathed in the batter, the fish ran around in fear. Probably thought he was some kind of giant creature that would swallow them. But from the full day, the fish finally became his best friend. If he takes a bath, the fish always swim together and bang their heads into the belly of the Bungsu. The Bungsu choked on his teeth. The fish repeated their behavior. On the contrary, for a long time the Bungsu managed to easily catch the fish. Sometimes he managed to catch four tails. The speed of his hands trained his usual blessings and repeated many times day after day.
"I gulai you guys. I ate you with your bones, "he cried out while holding the fish. The fish floundered wanting to break away. It looks like fear. With a laugh the Bungsu released the fish back. And they went back to swimming and banged themselves into the belly of the Bungsu. Sometimes biting his belly meat. Makes the youngest back strangled. That strange friendship is. And also with the birds. Squirrels and ferrets. Ah, everything is so beautiful. It was beautiful when he looked at the villages down there. During the day he saw smoke rising. Maybe from the farm, and maybe from the kitchen at home. From this flat stone, he could clearly see the villages at the foot of the Sago mountain. He can see the house or flickering lights at night from Kampung Sikabu-kabu, Situjuh Ladanglaweh, Tungka, Manangkadok, Padangmangatas, Tabing, Sungaikumayang. Tanjungharo, Halaban or the Seventhatur. From up here everything looks beautiful. The smoke that brings the sweetness of corn from burning in the fields. He seemed to smell the sweet smell of roasted corn. Or enjoy the taste of peace. Ah, it all feels like encouraging him to come down immediately.
Yet he had to endure some more time on top of this. No one forbade him to come down. He can leave at any time if he wants. But what held him back was his own heart. He won't come down before he's sure he'll be able to exact revenge on his family. He won't come down before he's sure he'll be able to rival Saburo Matsuyama's skill at using samurai in fights. He must be able to!. His father swore revenge. His father had sworn to kill Saburo with the samurai. His father's oath was he heard real. Wasn't that a signal to him to carry out the father's orders that he never obeyed as long as his father lived? He must carry out his father's intentions. That was all he could do to atone for all the sins he had ever made on the father. While he was alive he never pleased his father. Now that the old man had died, he wanted to carry out his father's intentions. He wants to be nice to her.
From his cottage not far in front of him he saw two squirrels struggling. Mutually snuggled, rolled. Then, again, rolled again. Slowly he stepped out. The two squirrels were still running. Still struggling. Still rolling. Skipped. Soar and pounce. He looked back carefully. The movement was deliberately shown to him over and over again. And that movement he had imitated many times, until proficient. Yeah, that move that saved his life in that fight with my Cindy he was emulating from those two squirrels. One day he saw the two fighting on a tree branch. Fighting with fierce. Jump each other, blow each other. Roll up and bounce on tree branches. But not one fell. They seem to have perfect balance science. Then he imitated the movement. At first it was certainly not squeaky. Body shaving[2].
But months after that, he could. And strangely, without him thinking the two squirrels turned out to pay attention to every behavior. Then the two squirrels often wrestled on the flystone. Like giving her new directions and lessons. And of course he followed her. And the squirrels then became his "friends and teachers.
"Thank you, I will always remember the lesson you gave me." she said one day.
The two squirrels licked their front legs. Then jump away. He waved even though the squirrel did not look at him again. He stared at the birds singing in the tree. Look at the small fish on the rock. Staring and smelling with all gratitude the smell of the wilderness. These were the last days he was on that Sago mountain.
He never had a teacher directly. His teacher is nature evolving. He saw the Japanese fighting with samurai. He's copying that movement. He saw his father fighting to stab a samurai. He's emulating how to stab that samurai. He saw squirrels fighting and rolling. He's copying that movement. God made this world to be studied. And he learned so much from her. There is a lot of wisdom hidden behind this universe. Only man does not know the signs that Allah the Creator makes.
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[1] yeast \= pattern, yeast cloth \=pattern fabric
[2] ephemeral \= cuts2 abrasions that are numerous.