The gatotkaca 2050
The Bharatayuda

In just a few hours, the barren and dry fields of Kurusetra will bear witness to the bloodshed of the knights in a holy war of Bharatayuda. A battle that brings together two distant brothers, the Pandavas and the Kauravas.

The eagle looks at the time bracelet that becomes a means of transportation between the future and the past that it uses when going to the present time, the power indicator listed there still shows at 80%. Still less to use to go back to the future.

Not only the power in the bracelet is feared by the Eagle, but the news about Gatotkaca who has not returned from Trajutrisna also adds to his worry.

So does Krishna who tonight looks very agitated. Several times this king of Dwarawati walked back and forth in front of the table he used to use to strategize with other Pandavas.

“Then this is the way, with great force Resi Seta will be the leader of the army to advance in Kurusetra tomorrow.” Three beats from Krishna's fists affirmed his sentence, a sign that his decision was already round and no one else could refute it.

Resi Seta himself was a knight of the kingdom of Wirata, a kingdom where Pandu, the father of the Pandavas became its king. He was known as a very brave knight. Once upon a time, he killed an army of enemies alone when he was cornered in a hut when his troops were pushed back. 

 “North Raden and Raden Wratsangka will fill the wing formation. Especially if I see Raden North has the ability to use various weapons, this will be an advantage on our side,” concluded Krishna, completing the decision he had taken.

This decision of Krishna was taken not without cause, the incarnation of Lord Vishnu saw the ability and experience of war from the three people he appointed was already at the stage of qualified for war.

Still vividly remembered in his memory when one day saw the shrewdness of North Raden in using all kinds of weapons ranging from swords, mace, arrows, to spears. His ability is beyond doubt. 

Raden Wratsangka is a knight who is also proficient in archery and throwing spears. He can kill three enemies in one spear.

“Arjuna, and Dewi Srikandi. I hope you two can help in protecting as well as attacking the approaching enemy from a distance. I want you two to be on top of the hill, on top of my horse carriage and release arrows in all directions.”

“Good Kangmas Krishna,” said Arjuna while paying homage to Krishna as warlord.

“Sorry, can I cut?” The eagle raised his voice. Among the Pandavas' higher-ups, only the Eagle dared to cut off Krishna's words.

“Ya, please.”

“Looking at our current situation, Gatotkaca has not returned either. Why not send Wisanggeni to lead the battle tomorrow?”

Krishna shook his head slowly before answering the Eagle's question. “Can't, I won't allow him to join this war. His emotions are still unstable, not to mention if Wisanggeni participated in Bharatayuda, Pandawa will lose.” Krishna took a long breath. “In addition a week ago, he had made the gods angry by ransacking the Heaven. As his penance, he was assigned to find an heirloom in the kingdom of Ujungbumi.” The Pandava warlord ended his sentence.

The eagle understood what Krishna said, because in the Mahabharata story he read, the figure of Wisanggeni himself was not too much told so he did not know about the son of Arjuna who has the power of fire.

The eagle was about to move back to his tent when the other Pandavas had each dispersed, Krishna approached the Eagle and patted him on the shoulder.

“Sok morning, I hope you stay near Nakula or Sadewa. You'll fill the post in the back. I want you not to interfere too much in the war,” said Krishna firmly and authoritatively.

“Why?”

“It's not your war, after all you're just our guest. I don't want our guests to be victims of wars you shouldn't have been involved in.”

“Then, how about my mission?” The eagle slightly protested against Krishna's decision.

“There will come a time when you complete your mission. Right now, I just want you not to meddle too far in Bharatayuda.” Krishna walked without turning his head for a moment after he finished his words.

“Do not interfere in the war? For me it's easy. But if my mission fails, I am ashamed. It is better to die in war than to go home ashamed,” muttered the Eagle in heart.

A new sun appeared on the eastern horizon, roosters crowing muffled. The Pandavas and Kauravas were already preparing to march to form their formation which had been prepared by the warlords of each camp.

On top of the hill, a glittering blue chariot containing Krishna as strategic commander, Srikandi, is ready with his bow and arrow, and Arjuna who was the coachman of Krishna's chariot. With his charisma high, he looked at the Pandavas, then the Kauravas.

The Kauravas themselves appointed Resi Bisma as the warlord. He was the grandfather of both the Pandavas and the Kauravas, as well as a soldier known for his passion on the battlefield.

Krishna looked at Rishis Seta who was appointed by him to lead the Pandavas, then to the right of the place where Raden Wratsangka was ready with his spear and arrow. Then he looked at North Raden who was also ready to help Resi Seta from the left wing. 

The three nodded, signaling to Krishna that they were ready to start the holy war. While the Pandava warlord was staring back at the barren Kurusetra field.

In addition to thousands of troops from both camps, the vast field was also filled with hundreds of horsemen and dozens of elephant troops. Behind the armies each stood a magnificent tent belonging to the higher-ups of the two feuding empires, both were forced to move the government from within the war tent to be closer to the location of the war and did not need to go all the way back to the palace.

 The Eagles, Nakula and Sadewa were already preparing at the very rear of the Pandavas. Despite the clear advice of Krishna forbidding him to join, the man who came from the future was hard-pressed to help in battle.

A few days before the start of the war, the Eagle was invited by Nakula and Sadewa to a clear water river, where Astina craftsmen got gold. Eagerly, the Eagle took the gold he found and put it in a bag. Today his bag is getting heavier because of the gold he collected a few days ago.

The roosters crowed in disdain, after the last sound of the rooster's crowing, the war drums were smashed. The sound of the trumpet marker peperagan began to sound, breaking the silence of the barren and dry Kurusetra. Before long the screams of the thousands of troops who were there were also heard loudly. The war has begun.