The Dragon Warrior Sakti
The Andalas Island. Searches.
The morning was so beautiful, the sun seemed bright shining on the eastern horizon. Birds cheering welcome the day.
People were seen passing by in a small village on the banks of the Batang Hari river. It looks like three horses are running quite fast down the street in the middle of the village. The villagers seemed to pull over giving way to the horseman.
The three people on the horse were three young warriors from Bukit Tambun Bones, namely Singo Abang and his two younger brothers Singo Jayo and the beautiful Singo Sarai.
A keris appears tucked in the waist of the three disciples of the Green Commander Datuk. The three disciples who traveled down the mountain fulfilled the orders of the teacher looking for the existence of the Swordsman Dragon Sakti and the Life-Acting Angel.
The three disciples of Three Tiger College were instructed to help the Dragon Swordsman Sakti and his strength.
The news of the chaos prediction of the martial world of Andalas Island and the loss of warriors from the Dragon Valley, made the Green Commander Grandfather restless. So he decided to help by sending the three oldest disciples.
Not feeling the sun had passed overhead, the three young warriors were still racing their horses nonstop.
Now they have entered a village that looks quite crowded with residents. Singo Abang slowed down the pace of the horses on his mount once it entered the residential area.
"We should look for a stall, the stomach feels empty. Our horses need to eat" Singo Abang told his brothers after slowing down the pace of his horse.
"We'll just come, Brother Singo. Yes'kan Arai," replied Singo Jayo asking his sister's approval.
"Yes, I agree with Brother Jayo" Singo Sarai said with a chuckle.
"Alright, we find a stall to rest," said Singo Abang again, he drove his horse plan down the village streets.
Meanwhile, in a remote place with three warriors from Bukit Tambun Bones, a pair of young warriors seemed to drive their horses away from Batu Ampar Village where they stayed last night.
The pair of young warriors were Anggala and Wulan Ayu, their horses seemed to be galloping down the forest road.
The sun seems to be leaning west, soon after the afternoon. But their journey seems still quite far away, there are no signs of approaching the countryside.
In a small village far in front of Anggala and Wulan Ayu, it was Gragan Village. The atmosphere of the village was quite calm by that afternoon so crowded.
About ten horsemen appeared to stop by the village's end stall.
"Come, let's go," some of the diners at Ki Syarip's stall seemed to have hurriedly finished their meal. As soon as it was done the guests consisting of the residents immediately left the place in a hurry.
"Are we ripping this place apart, brother?" one of the newly arrived visitors asked one of his older friends.
"You, stupid. If you make a fuss before eating, your stomach will be filled" said the man with the large sword on his back. On the hilt of the large sword on the male's back was engraved the head of a golden-white crow.
"Stomachy, fat.., try to think clearly," said a long-haired man with a hairstyle on the lips.
"Son, the Yellow Crow always mocked me," the grunt of the man called fat, a pair of machete with silver-white crow carvings seemed tucked in his waist.
"Ki, prepare us food," the man called the Yellow Crow told Ki Syarip.
"Well, sir," replied Ki Syarip as he walked towards the kitchen and met his wife who was busy with her work.
"It seems that once Ki, there is no Wulan, usually the two warriors always help our work," said Mak Ripah half-whispering.
Uncompleted Yellow Crow group eating. Two black horses entered the courtyard of Ki Syarip's shop.
Seeing the two people on the horse, Ripah's face seemed to turn happy, "Ki, look who's back," pointed Ripah with her lips.
Wulan Ayu and Anggala calmly went straight into the stall after tying their horses next to the stall.
"Well, you're busy, Mom," Wulan Ayu said with a smile.
"You guys just arrived, you better eat first. You are certainly hungry" replied Mak Ripah with a smile.
"Yes, Mom, but I see you're so busy. Shouldn't I help you first" said Wulan Ayu again.
"It's okay, son Wulan, you guys sit down and eat first. After that it's up to Wulan Ayu to help mom or rest?" answer Ripah again.
"Yes, son. eat first..," said Ki Syarip with a small laugh, even though the owner of the stall almost sixty years old knew there would be a commotion in that place, but he felt calm because the two young warriors had already come.
At least it will not happen to the population and himself.
Anggala and Wulan Ayu did not eat after eating this morning at the stall in Batu Ampar Village, so they finally chose to fill the stomach first to help Ki Syarif and mak Ripah work to serve stall visitors.
"Your sons are the ones who have disturbed our brethren, the children!" the sound of the Yellow Crow seemed to stand up from his seat and walk so calmly towards the table occupied by Anggala and Wulan Ayu.
Anggala and Wulan Ayu just kept silent while continuing to devour her food without caring about the Yellow Crow that was already standing in front of them.
"God! Are you both deaf, huh!" snapped the Yellow Crow while holding the edge of the table and intending to turn the table.
"Sorry, are we talking to you?" anggala replied pretending not to understand.
"Hup!" The Yellow Crow tried to exert his inner strength to turn the table over, but the table was carved into the ground.
Anggala who has been draining energy in through his feet so that the table can not be turned by the Yellow Crow.
While Wulan Ayu seemed calm-quiet just devouring his food. The beautiful girl dressed in all blue also poured her energy in the direction of her two elbows perched on the table.
"Free kisanak, you won't be able to turn this table around" Wulan Ayu said as she picked up a bamboo cup and drank some water.
"You're challenging me, huh!" the Yellow Crow Scuffled started to rouse as his efforts did not bear fruit. The Yellow Crow's face began to redden as it exerted almost all of its profound energy, yet still the table did not budge.
Prak!
The table seemed to split into two as the energies within the three people collided.
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Seriate...