The Javanese Land Swordsman
Darkness

The incident began in the room of the youngest daughter, Kanjeng Astuti. As usual night, she was arranging flowers while smiling happily. Because this activity is his hobby. Up to

Geck.. Geck.. Geck.. The knocking of the door sounded from outside.

“Iya, Just a moment.!” Astuti walked over and opened the door.

Someone with a back hair with a windy cloth on the head. All of his clothes were red. Except for a belly-binding cloth squeezing one sharp weapon.

“Who are you? Why is it here?” Astuti slowly walked back.

“It doesn't matter, does it, Princess Mataram?” the man swiftly choked and raised Astuti above. One other hand was waving behind to create a barrier. His one-handed grip was extremely strong, Astuti was just thrashing around as much as possible.

“K-kh..aaa..”.

Percak..! The man throws Astuti against the wall beside them.

“Aakkhh's.. Uhk..! Uhk!” Astuti sat in pain holding a reddish-colored neck, the former hand grip.

“Seeing closely, you are beautiful too huh.” The man held Astuti's chin and forced himself to look forward.

“The clothes... are the clothes of a prince. However, there are only two kingdoms left in Java... In other words, you must belong to the dedemit group,” still trying hard despite being helpless.

The man let go of his hand and stood up in a proud tone, “hahaha.

“What are you planning? How dare you infiltrate a lion's den?”

“Of course I'm not alone, shouldn't this have taken too long for your troops to come here?”

“What are you-Aaarrhhh.!!” Astuti was in pain as his stomach was kicked.

“Hhaaahh... Actually I want to have fun first, but it's a pity that I have to kill you right now,” the man unsheathed his weapon. An asymmetrical knife decorated with pampholes like a keris.

“The weapon you held, Badik... You must be an easterner, right?”

“Great also you can know...! This weapon is the badik of one of our hallmarks, the Gowa people... Oops I mostly talk.. All right, now is the time..”.

Brags...! The door opened forcibly. The barrier magic was successfully destroyed.

“Start you there!?”the woman behind the door is the eldest daughter, Kanjeng Mayu. How surprised he was to see his sister's condition. Sontak Mayu immediately threw a knife to keep the demit away.

“Walah.. Walahs... So this is what it's called about two birds with one stone.?” the demit retreated slightly and rode on horseback.

Kanjeng Mayu immediately approached his sister who was sitting limp, “are you okay?”

“I'm fine... More importantly does mbakyu see the servants around?”

“..Pantesan, so that was their plan.”

“Have you finished talking?” said the demon who was getting bored.

“Adhik go..! quickly find help!”

“But, mbakyu..?”.

“Just relax, I can hold it.”

Demit pointed his left hand at the wall and made a barrier again, “Eeittss... don't go..! You're under my control tonight.”

“Cih.. you..!” Mayu pulled out two knives in her hand. He slowly drew closer to the enemy who was in front.

“Then, starting from you,” demit welcomed with a smile.

At first it was normal. The movement of the demit can be balanced by Kanjeng Mayu. But, not for so on. The demit's slash grew faster with time.

Despite using two weapons, Kanjeng Mayu was defeated when the consecutive attacks came. Demit in the form of a red-clothed man shook his body very shrewdly.

“Looks like the end of the game is already in sight,” demits are starting to dominate this duel.

Kanjeng Mayu's hand continued to bounce while holding the opponent's attack. He gradually walked backwards. Very unfavorable situation for him. Because there is a difference in strength between them.

“Barubu..!” the demit's last slash produced a strong wind.

“Aaarrhh..!” Mayu was thrown down. Both knives slipped out of his grasp. It was very bad, but he remained staring at the hopeless race.

“Good expression, a Princess is indeed great.” she walked over with her cynical smile.

Pyaarr...! A hard jug was thrown from the side, and broke when it hit the head of the demit.

“Do not approach again,” both hands Astuti tremble while holding a knife. Actually he was really scared.

“Waduh I forgot that you were there... If only you had remained silent, you might have survived, and now I change my mind.” the demit turned to Astuti.

“Aaa-”

“Start run!” shout Mayu.

“It was you who became the first,” the first attack of the demit dropped the knife easily. Then-then

Jleeb..! metal from bad guns, full entry into the stomach. Blood started flowing down the hilt of the object.

“Aaarrrh.. Hhaa... Hhaaaah.. Uhk! K-kke...” is not Astuti, but the older brother who was there. While the youngest sister changed positions at Mayu's place.

“Mbakyu..!” shouts Astuti.

“Oooww.. So this is one of Kalimasada's abilities, even though your split remains one... Hahaha very interesting! But still, a free effort,” the man pulled back the weapon. Mayu also fell with blood in the stomach.

Smiling, Kanjeng Mayu still did not feel despair. He stared in relief because his sister was still safe.

“Cannot be...! Why are you doing this mbakyu.!?”

“There is here..” the vague voice of someone from outside.

Jdaarr..! For the second time the barrier was destroyed.

Three girls. They never fought on the front lines. However, they were responsible for protecting the women, especially the king's daughter.

Citra, one of the most feminine. Then Indri, someone with a terrifying aura. Lastly Rumi, the only one who has short hair and looks like a man.

“You are very badly injured,” Citra approached Kanjeng Mayu. Rumi gave his attention to Astuti.

“Damn you.!” Indri said in a high tone. His long hair and his shawl were blazing signs of anger. He started walking slowly which left a trace of greenish color.

“Basic demit half-and-half.”

A very terrible fight. Like the bar-bar people, there was no gap at all to endure. They just attacked without thinking about the injuries received.

“Ah I remember! Makassar people, red clothes with unique badik heirlooms... The demit's identity is Karaeng Galesong.!” astuti.

The name Karaeng is a surname from the kingdom in Makassar, namely Gowa. Karaeng Galesong was the son of Sultan Hasanuddin, the 16th king of Gowa.

When his homeland surrendered to the invaders, Galesong and his troops went to Java Island. He also fought with the same herd of invaders. Building a fleet with people who are equally opposed.

Until one day there was a large kingdom in Java that was in touch with the invaders. The kingdom was none other than the Sultanate of Mataram. Karaeng Galesong hated it and intended to rebel with the troops. He fought until the end of his life. And now, Karaeng Galesong rose again to antagonize the Mataram descendants.

“Hyyaaa..”.

Ctangs..! Ctangs..!

“What do you want after knowing it?” the longer the known demit attack named Karaeng Galesong continues to be-so.

Indri takes the form of Sukma. Unlike the previous, his appearance had become bad. Then two figures of Rumi walked up to him each carrying an arrow and a sword.

“Let's finish this, Indri!”

“Ya!”

On the other hand, Citra is trying to stop bleeding Kanjeng Mayu.

“A giant.. and King Pancala yes.. Now go!” that Demit is crazy not because.

Indri and Rumi's shadow carried the sword forward first. Things also turn around. But Galesong laughed happily despite being cornered.

“Alright, finishing attack.”

“Okee..”.

Indri strengthens the horses. Clenching both hands, as well as stretching the legs rather low. It was as if he was collecting something in it.

“Massive.. Uplecut.!” Indri lunged forward, then hit Karaeng Galesong to fly up.

Rumi's sword-carrying shadow greeted him with a slash in several places. Finally, another Rumi shot the demon until it was stabbed into the wall.

“It's over, right?” Indri returns to its former existence. And the two Rumi, merge into one.

“Cursed..! The effort you put in, will not save anything.. Hahaha.”.

Indri and Rumi remained on alert. They anticipate that Karaeng Galesong has not really lost. But actually this is clear.

The Demit had already reached the limit. Before it was charred, he softly said : “The success of the Detya.!”

After that, Indri and Rumi immediately focused on the daughters of Hamengkubuwono. Astuti has only minor injuries, but Mayu...

“I've tried to stop the bleeding, but it still flows.” Citra said.

“Curse attacks yes.. Damnit!” Indri hit the wall in annoyance.

“And only come faster... Forgive us, Kanjeng...! We have failed to protect you.” Rumi. He represents their feelings of guilt, the three in charge of security here.

“This is not your fault,” Kanjeng Mayu can still smile with his severe condition.

“Mbakyu..!” Astuti hugged his sister.

“That's okay Astuti, all will be fine,” she gently stroked Astuti's head.

“An-let's just that Astuti is stronger..” tightly grasps Mayu's clothes, Astuti doesn't want to let her sister go.

“It's okay.. It'll be over soon, there won't be aa-” hand stroking Astuti's hair, falling to the floor. Kanjeng Mayu closed his eyes with a warm smile on his lips.

Astuti could not help crying. He really feels responsible. While the three guard women looked tough, but all knew that they felt the same way as well.

That night one of the Kingdom's buffer, one of the five Kalimasada heirloom pieces was destroyed to save the other part.

......

“That's impossible, how can..?” bima's heart was pounding. He didn't want to believe the story.

“But that is the reality,” said Wira who is still facing down.

“No wait, security is that tight.. Impossible to be penetrated easily.”

“I don't know either.. They will give you the details later.”

“Aglorious.. When you can smile happily, there instead..”.

“I myself started letting go, but..”.

“Soal Fatim yes..?”