THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
GOA STEALTH BLUE

The large wound on the scar of his right hand made his strength more and more slack. If earlier with all the energy that there is like a human being chased by a demon he fled from the cemetery of Jatiwalu, then now let alone run, walk even he was not able to. Body staggered. His breath seemed to be dying. He was at the edge of a ravine. In his run earlier he did not pay attention to where the destination was so that where he was at that time was a place rarely visited by humans. The silent gripping silence straightened the fur of Rome. His eyes are thick, though, his increasingly darkening scenery and depleted energy to its limits made his body mercilessly fall into the abyss when one of his legs stumbled on the protruding rocks on the edge of the abyss. Still fortunately the ravine is not a stone ravine, but a ravine full of overgrown shrubs. His body rolled downwards hitting the undergrowth knitting the branches of low trees. His body ache was not playing, let alone the cut marks on his right hand. When he was lying at the bottom of the abyss, he was unconscious again. If he was conscious then the sun was almost drowned. 

The situation at the bottom of the silent abyss was dark and cold as the last reflection of sunlight did not reach the bottom of the abyss where he was. He thought about where he was lying at that moment. Then the throbbing pain in his right shoulder, which was still melting the blood, made him remember everything that happened. He – Kalingundil – a few hours ago had fought against a powerful young man named Rangga Geblek. In that battle not only was he forced to flee but he was also forced to lose his right hand because it had been maimed by his opponent. 

And given this, among the unforeseen pains, there is also a very great general sense of vengeance. However, he must be able to continue his life, even if only side-handed. However, he must be able to avenge the public because of the actions of the young man Rangga Geblek who has made him disabled for life. 

When his eyes saw the stars that had sprung up in the sky above him, he realized that it had become night. Kalingundil knew that overnight he could not continue to lie there. Turn his head to the right. Only shrubs and broadleaf trees were seen in the darkness. Then he turned his head to the left side. At first it was only darkness that the man saw. But faintly then among the bushes in the darkness, his eyes could still see a stone pit at the bottom of the abyss. The distance with where he was stretched out back then was roughly ten spears. Rather than being stretched out in the open so, Kalingundil thought it best to move the place to the hiccups of the rock. But with such circumstances and body strength it is not easy for Kalingundil to move. Never mind to stand up, not even crawl. Let alone to shuffle, move even a little while his body feels pain instead of playing, his bones seem to be dated. 

But with full confidence to be able to save themselves, by gathering all the remaining energy that still exists, seingsut after seingsut finally managed to also Kalingundil reached the stone legion. It turns out that this leg is the mouth of a cave. And by the time he managed to reach the mouth of the cave, for the second time Kalingundil fell unconscious again. 

Kalingundil regained consciousness the next morning. A few hours after sunrise. Surprisingly his body felt more light than the circumstances of yesterday. Kalingundil did not think, why this could happen. Even when he tried to move his body felt his strength that last night had run out to the last limit now began to gradually return. He sat leaning against the wall of the cave. At that moment it was felt that from inside the cave came out a kind of moist air craze the nails. 

This Eve seems to have influenced the state of Kalingundil who has given him strength recovery. Then as he gazed into the surrounding cave walls, faintly, covered in thickened dust, stirred by the age of old, Kalingundil saw countless writings. These writings are chaotic irregular, but when read and connected one by one, will be a series of sentences that give understanding of the study of silat. 

The wider the Kalingundil opened his eyes. What he read was indeed difficult to understand at first, this is not because the writing explains the lessons of silat which does have strange and unknown basics of which branch of the school. 

The more the sun rises, the better felt by Kalingundil the state of his body. With a hunchback and limping, after reading all that was written on the outside of the cave, Kalingundil entered the cave further. The deeper the more the warm-warm moist air grills the nails earlier. Inhaling that air Kalingundil felt his body refreshed, his chest relieved. And the more inward the more Kalingundil saw the writings. What is written now is about a strange sword lesson that Kalingundil has never heard of before. 

But unfortunately most of the writings that are of a learning nature that is not visible or blurred can no longer be read. 

Warm air craze the nails are getting santar felt. Kalingundil continued to enter the cave until finally his steps stopped at a sight that was almost unbelievable. The cave ended in a small lake. This lake is more correctly called a pond because the edge is surrounded by stones. The lake water is dark blue and reflects bluish smoke. This smoke that warm airs the nails and has a magical power that refreshes the body of Kalingundil. In the middle of the pool there is a slippery stone that is also blue and on this stone lies a sword that has been maimed, which is only two long. Like pond water and slippery rocks, this weapon is also colored and emits blue light. 

Why did the sword stay so stumped, where was the other taper? And why until it's there? Standing for a while by the pool, Kalingundil felt his body getting fresher. While examining the wound on his stumped right shoulder, it also seemed more healing than previous moments. 

“This pool water contains great properties.” thought Kalingundil. 

He bent down to nudge her and at once to take a closer look at the stumped sword that was on the rock. Half-bending, his movement stopped. On the wall of the cave at the back of the pond, behind a faint puff of smoke was a row of letters that were already somewhat difficult to read but could still be approximated by Kalingundil. 

GOA IT “GOA STEALTH BLUE” 

THIS POOL “BLUE STEALTH POOL,” 

SWORD ON STONE “BLUE STEALTH SWORD,” 

JUST DARLING NOW ONLY STAY UPSTREAM AND BUNTUNG, BUT, 

WHO COULD GET THE TIP OF THE LOST SWORD AND PLUG IT IN, 

WHO STUDIED SWORDSMANSHIP IN THIS GOA, 

WILL BE “KING SWORD” HIS LIFETIME. 

Reading the series of sentences, Kalingundil then looked around. What he had read from the mouth of the cave to the edge of the pond, namely the writings on the wall of the cave, were all indeed a strange silat and swordsmanship. Everything he found in the cave gave the fact to Kalingundil that it was once the residence of a magician armed with a sword named “The Blue” Demon Sword. But why is the sword now only in such a way, and where is the other stump? 

For the second time Kalingundil bowed. With his left hand was expected the Blue Demon sword. At the second his fingers hold the upstream of the weapon then it is strange to flow a flow that makes the power of Kalingundil and the state of his body completely recovered as usual. Not only that, now his body also feels lighter. And when he tried to soak the pool water, more new forces and oddities were experienced. Kalingundil is very happy. Without waiting any longer he knelt by the pool and said: 

“The owner of Blue Demon Goa, wherever you are, whoever you are, I Kalingundil thank you for what is in this goamu has healed me of my pain and wounds. Today I – Kalingundil – expect all your willingness to be willing to raise you as a teacher. Anything written on this goamu I will study diligently.” 

Thus began that day by himself he pursued every thing written on the wall of the cave. The martial arts and swordsmanship he was trying to learn alone was lost and illegible, so that from the whole Demon Sword Science Kalingundil studied, the, only one-third of them were successfully obtained and understood by Kalingundil. But even that is incredible. Until four months later when he came out of the Demon Cave, then Kalingundil who has now changed one hundred and eighty degrees in martial arts. And this adds to Kalingundil's belief that he will succeed in bringing his heartache to the deadly trident warrior, Rangga Geblek.

Seriate……