The Warrior Of The Seven Swords
Your name is Damar

A man carries the body of the baby along with the bodies of his parents and the people who died with them. And sure enough, the whole body was thrown into the river. But before the body was tied to a stone using rattan.

One by one the bodies were drowned. A man who had the name Projo again looked at the face of the baby owned by his previous master. The baby laughed, his eyes twinkle making Projo not have the heart to drown the baby. Projo decided to make a wicker basket from rattan.

" Kang, what are you doing."

" Oh this I want to make a basket, it just happened to be the way here I saw a lot of medicinal spices. I'll take it."

" Oh, yeah, it's kang. I'm back first."

Projo let out his breath in relief when. Luckily, he hid the baby behind a big tree. After a while he finished weaving the basket.

" Pinter koe le, no cry at all. Forgive us yo le who can't protect your mom and dad. If one day you want to be angry with us, be angry. I will accept it myself. May you live well."

Projo put the baby into a wicker basket that he had covered with tree bark and some wide leaves. Previously Projo had also torn some cloth belonging to the lifeless body earlier to drain the baby.

Projo put the little baby in his wicker basket and then he went down to the river. He put it on the water and let the basket containing the baby carry the current.

" Oh again sorry tole "

Do not want to linger long feel sad there Projo back to the top. He had to go home soon before Duranjaya suspected.

Sure enough, when returning to the paddle Duranjaya called Projo to the pendopo.

" Why have you been so long. What are you doing. Did you kill that baby?"

" Of course it's den."

" then what is it that you brought?'

" This spice and medicinal plant den, I was taking some good medicinal herbs as one of the supporters to strengthen the body in the process of strengthening the science of canuragan."

Duranjaya squinted her eyes, there was a sense of uncertainty in her heart. But considering that Projo is indeed an expert in medicinal drugs, Duranjaya also believes what Projo said

" Alright, if what you say is true then immediately make it for me.'

" Sendiko dawuh Den."

" Oh yes, Projo and all of you now call me Ki Bala, Ki Balaaditya. Now I am the leader of this Sword of the Sakti."

" Good Ki Bala!"

" Good Ki!"

" Live Ki Bala!"

All the men on their land held me one hand on my knees with my head down. And one more hand held the sword they had knocked on the ground.

Duranjaya who now changed his name to Ki Balaaditya smiled with a smile full of victory and satisfaction. Especially when he saw the whole person bowing respectfully to him.

What was aspired for now finally materialized. His ambition to master the Sword Arts became a reality. Even though he had to use a very vile way to finish his own brother's life.

***

The night changed dawn. Slowly the sun crawling from the eastern horizon causes a yellow tinge around the dark sky. The sound of chicken cockcrowing so screeching woke some people who are still wrapped in dreams.

A man in his 30s came out of his bamboo house. He took a hoe that was in the corner of the house and shouldered it on his right shoulder. His left hand carries a basket.

" It seems like today I'm going to eat fish."

It walks down the river holding on to the root of a creeping tree. But the middle-aged man's gaze was fixed on a light coming from a basket in the middle of the river.

" What is that? Like?"

The man put his basket down and walked into the water. He was surprised, the white light came from the body of a baby. He took the wicker basket and took it to the riverbank.

The middle-aged man patted the baby's cheeks slowly, which were still red. But the baby did not respond at all. That poor baby's pulse is so weak. He was cold and probably hungry too.

Hup

Hiaaa

The man sat cross-legged, he cupped his hands together in front of his chest and then raised his right hand upwards like a motion of taking something from the sky. A golden yellow light appeared from the man's right palm. Then he put the light on the body of the tiny baby in front of him.

Shuuuuh

The golden yellow light entered slowly into the baby's body and mixed with the baby's white light.

Oweeeek

Owls

The man dressed in all black with a headband and belt around his waist smiled broadly. He was so happy to hear the baby's cries.

" Matursuwun Gusti, this baby can still be saved. Who's fighting you, son? But I don't think this baby is an ordinary baby. The white light in your body came from a great warrior. All right now you come with me, I'll give you the name Damar Pawitra. Artine sacred lamp or lamp because of the light coming out of your body that I believe can shine ornag ornag later. Haiha. The intention is that the fish can even have a baby."

The man brought Damar back home. He should give milk to the baby immediately. This is the next homework for the man.

" Where should I look for milk for that baby. Oh yes Nyi Sambi also has a baby. I'll ask him for help."

The man rushed over, he ran very fast.

Gts ... Gts .. Gts ...

" nl ... Nyi Sambi."

From the dalma of the house of the woman named Nyi Smabi came out in a hurry to hear the voice of her neighbor.

" What's the matter with Ki Pramadana?"

" Nyi, I'm asking for help, please suckle this baby."

Nyi Sambi was shocked, her face filled with questions. The neighbor he knew was the unmarried man from where he could get a baby.

" Nyi, I know what you're thinking. I'll explain later. Please suck him up first."

Nyi Sambi nodded, he took Damar from Ki Prama's sling and brought him in.

Nyi Sambi was fascinated by the baby's face. He had just seen the baby but apparently the baby could immediately occupy the heart of Nyi Sumbi.

" Duh Gusti, you're so handsome le."

Damar suckled very greedily. Nyi Sumbi chuckled softly.

" Slowly, baby, you can choke later."

TB