THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
CLASH OF TEACHERS AND STUDENTS
During his stay at the top of Mount Ciremai with his teacher, however slanted the master's brain, but only that day Rangga Saksana saw and heard Eyang
Ratih Parwati singing. The words in the song somehow made Rangga so thumping. What do those singing words mean? What kind of feeling is
being triggered by his teacher because Rangga saw the grandmother singing with full feeling, with eyes looking far to face.
Seventeen years old makes me older. These words were clearly addressed to his own teacher. But on
who addressed the sentence which read: Seventeen years makes an orok a dashing young man, that is? Was it addressed to him? The heart of Rangga Saksana.
Then sentence:
Seventeen years at the end of the separation.... Seventeen years of reprisal....
What does all that mean?
When Rangga Saksana looked up at that moment also Eyang Ratih Parwati looked down. And the sharp eyes of Rangga Saksana, although only a glance, but still can see the reflection of the face and the light of the eyes of his other teachers than usual!
That water face. Those eyes hid a feeling of sadness! What is the feeling that feeds the true heart of the teacher?
Suddenly Eyang Ratih Parwati snapped loudly until Rangga Saksana was surprised and seemed to fly his life.
”Wait for what else, geblek?! People are thirsty in it upright pecking! I pissed your head off just to find out! Throw the dipper fast!”
And Rangga Saksana immediately throw the coconut shell dipper that contains water to the top.
The dipper sped upwards without a drop of water spilling!
”Good Rangga.... Great job!” praising Ratih Parwati. And with his left hand he greeted the handle of the dipper.
A moment later his thin throat and
the frown seemed to go up and down gulping water from inside the dipper. The water was drained until it ran out.
”Thank this dipper back, Rangga!”
Gaiunng darted down. Rangga Saksana held out his hand to welcome but at that moment also on the tree his teacher seemed to move his right hand. Windstorm
pushing the dipper head, making the dipper that Rangga Saksana was about to greet was slashing to the side and attacking his chest!
”Crazy right!” snarled the young man. Quickly he put his arm across his chest.
Dipper and arm clashing. The rafters broke apart to the ground, the hilt broke in two!
It was at that moment that Ratih Parwati floated down. Both of his feet imprinted the ground without a sound and without leaving a trace even though the branches of the klutuk guava tree from which he jumped were almost four spears high. You can imagine how extraordinary the science of lightening the body of this powerful woman!
The two men, the teacher and the student stood face to face. Rangga Saksana could feel how other the eyes of Sinto Gendeng were to him, a look that
not understanding. These grandmothers moved back a few steps back.
Both of his legs then stretch while both hands expand to the face. Mouths fight. Second by second his pair of legs collapsed into the ground up to three inches deep
his whole body was shaking. His black, crimped face was drenched in sweat.
Suddenly the shock of Rangga Saksana was not as if when he saw how the two hands of his teacher were white once while the ten fingernails of the girl's hand were racked and emitted a shining light!
”Eyang!” rangga Saksana. ”Do you want to make me die silly with that silver star punch?!”
Ratih Parwati did not answer. His mouth is getting bigger. His jaws were getting clenched and his eyesight and looks were terrifying!
Grinding fur Iuduk Rangga Saksana. He had just seen his teacher this time.
Without waiting any longer, without waiting until the two clenched hands were smashed to the face, then this young man quickly clenched his legs and put his arms in front of his chest. His eyes are wailing, his mouth is kamit. His pair of legs collapsed two inches to the ground. His body does not move any material, like a rock hard petrified!
”Ciaaaaaaatttt”
The impact of Ratih Parwati shrill across the sky! Both of his hands were slapped to the face. Two summaries of dazzling white light and heat can scorch and melt any object pounding towards the target on the face there is the body of Rangga Saksana!
At the same moment Rangga Saksana snapped as well.
”Heeyyyaaaaa!”
The hand that had been holding side by side simultaneously struck forward. And the two hands just kept stretching straight to the face. This is what is called the science of blows ”storm shield hit the ocean”!
as the name implies it can also be a formidable shield or a burly fortress that protects Rangga from the attacks of his teacher!
If the same blows meet in the air then there is a thumping sound that whistles the ears, dust and sand fly, tree leaves fall even dry branches are broken and fall!
The top of Mount Ciremai trembled. The sky seemed to be torn apart by that bang!
When the dust and sand receded to the ground, when the situation around it became bright again then Rangga Saksana saw how the two feet of his teacher collapsed into the ground
ten inches deep. The woman's face was full of sweat and her eyes narrowed. But if the research is also his condition then he found both feet sinking into the ground to the calf. While his body that splashed cold sweat felt still shaking from the battle of extraordinary inner strength earlier!
”Good Rangga, great!” eyang Ratih Parwati.
Although praising but from his face does not show joy, on the contrary the wrinkled face
still emitting horror.
”Now welcome this ice wind blow, Rangga!”
And finished saying so, Ratih Parwati raised her hands high with her palm open wide facing towards her student. His eyes were back closed. The body is waiting with no moving.
The air suddenly became very cold. Then when Ratih Parwati twirled his hands, the coolness suddenly turned into very cold air gushed the bones of the bunsum. The molars of Rangga Saksana were struggling to withstand the extreme cold. The surface of his skin was frozen as if it was covered in snow. The land he treads is like an ice pedataran. Just one minute of that
lasting longer must have been the body of this young man being frozen petrified.
This is the greatness of magic science named ”angin es” it!
With the body shaking withstanding the cold, Rangga Saksana snapped fiercely. Simultaneously his hands were twirled into the air, a wind like a storm surging in various directions. The top of the mountain was roaring. The leaves of the tree that was stiff tense by the cold air now seem to start moving, the tighter – the tighter. The cold air that had slashed the saungsum is now trembling torn by science
”angin puyuh” released by Rangga Saksana.
The louder the round of the young man's hand, the more stormy the wind, the more crumbling the cold air. The leaves of the tree that was just moving now fell scattered
with twigs.
Then one by one the small trees fell. The large tree that can still survive becomes bare of leaves and twigs!
The body of Eyang Ratih Parwatu looked violently swayed. His black clothes fluttered.
”Crazy right! Crazy right!” shouted the powerful woman.
His mouth let out a powerful shrill then he jumped as far as nine spears and from there retracted
a kundai skewer then pinned it towards Rangga.
The disciple quickly stopped the round of his hand and jumped to the side. A kundai skewer carrying the deadly wind whizzed into a tree. The tree fell down with the trunk smashed into pieces!
The cold air disappeared. The blowing wind also disappeared and the atmosphere returned as usual. When Rangga looked face to face saw his teacher standing holding a shape
what a strange trident. Not to mention that he had time to research the object for longer, Eyang Ratih Parwati asked a question, asking a question,
”You see this gun in my hand, Rangga? You see....?!”
The disciple nodded and his eyes remained fixed to the strange trident in his teacher's hands.
”This time you will no longer be able to kelit from my attacks, Rangga!”
”Eyang Ratih.... have you gone mad about killing your own students...?!”.
The woman laughed. ”I am crazy Rangga! If not free my name in the martial world Srikandi Crazy!”
Rangga looked on with caution. His eyes re-examined the strange Trident in the hands of his teacher. The trident had a keris-like tip and was silvery in color. White handle
clean, probably made of ivory according to estimates Rangga. On the trunk of the Trident, which is almost the size of the arm, there are six small holes. The bottom end of the axe is the head of a dragon whose mouth is opened.
”Rangga!”, said Eyang Ratih. ”I will use this Trident three consecutive moves to attack you! If you can serve him, you'll be safe. Otherwise then be prepared to die silly!”
Rangga Saksana crack molars. He wanted to stay away from his teacher's words. But before his mouth opened, Eyang Ratuh Parwati had already exclaimed:
”This is Rangga's first move!”