True Martial Arts
His Life Will Not Be Long

"When, you have to find out about this secret as well as reach the high level of the Pranic Foundation." Smiling wryly. "I was late knowing this and hurriedly formed the Sky Crystal. But calm my heart, there you are, my disciple. You're gonna continue this little dream of mine."

"Teacher, please give me a hint!"

"Hand your head!" Akhza snatching again. Habits for a long time. "Everything I know I've given you! This isn't a clue!"

I don't look like I'm in pain. It has been completely immune for years.

"I mean, my life is not long." Akhza really looked at the sky. "Maybe I'm leaving tomorrow."

Kala thinks Akhza is crazy. His lips were shaking as well as his body. His view shows disbelief. Cannot be. That's an original estimate. Very original. Although Kala knew, his teacher could tell exactly when it was raining and how long it was raining. When does the wind blow. When does the dry season burn. His estimate never missed.

"Ah ... teacher .. like to joke excess."

"I'm serious, Kala."

"No, that's just an estimate of nonsense! Master can still breathe for decades more!" Kala snaps. "Look! The teacher is healthy!"

"SCALE!"

Akhza looked at Kala. Sardonic. Deep. The gaze that managed to make Kala bow. Silence of a thousand languages.

"I ...." Kala doesn't know what to say. Try as hard as possible not to shed her tears.

"Then from that, remember my words. Never use the ability of Garuda carelessly. Always use it for good! Don't show others too much of your ability if you're not enough to protect yourself. Understood?!"

"Murid understood, Teacher ...."

Stare at the ground. Akhza smiled warmly and nodded steadily. His students are really filial. No regrets about raising a disciple like Kala. Usually the students will only disobey the teacher, take his heirloom and teacher's scripture, it's the shadow of Akhza first so he does not want to take students.

"It's dark. Let's have some good wine, I think you're old enough."

Kala can't be happy. During the last years he could only lick his lips, seeing his teacher drinking wine every day while he could only taste it once. Now Akhza allowed him to drink, but given the possibility that this was Akhza's last day, Kala could not be pleased.

Although not happy, Kala smiled to make Akhza happy. Such is.

"Good, Teacher. I'll drink a lot tonight!"

"Hey! You can't get drunk the next day, but tonight let's get drunk." Akhza laughed loudly. "Okay, I'm so sorry, God. I taught my students bad things."

Kala went back to his teacher's hut and put on his shirt. The mountain night wind was too cruel for the bare-chested.

Akhza held a mat on the ground. Some wine jugs were taken out of his interspatial ring. The aroma of concentrated wine spread on the western peak of Mount Loro Kembar. Kala sat on the mat and poured wine water in his glass and teacher's glass.

Akhza smiled and raised his glass, for the next day! They toast together. The wine glass was immediately finished in one gulp.

That's a good tuak. Kala can only be broken. Praising the delicacy of this wine in his heart. His mouth was muddled with sadness and fear, unable to speak.

"This is my own creation. Its name is 'Tuak Kunyuk Mountain'," Akhza said proudly.

"Don't say weird." Akhza smiled strangely. "This name is from YOU! Yes, from you, mountain cuneiform."

Kala choked on his brood. Apparently what the mountain monkey meant was himself, Kala wanted to cry, even though he ended up laughing too.

Akhza had been burning up since then, his voice filled with Prana to the point of blaring all over the mountain.

"Hey, old man! The sound of your discordant laughter will wake up the real mountain kunyuk!" Kala said loudly.

Get down again in the same place. His speed was like lightning striking. Instead of grimacing, Kala laughed loosely while rubbing his head. Kala's behavior when drunk like this is very much like a mountain monkey. Really a suitable name for this wine.

"Well, you're a monkey! Just had a glass of it already drunk!" Kala did not care about Akhza, he took one pitcher of palm wine and upheld it mercilessly.

One glass is already drunk, what about one pitcher?

Kala wants to go berserk. The pitcher was snatched before it ran out. Too bad when you want to stand up and get angry, Kala got angry.

Akhza took the coconut that had been prepared. Cutting edge. Gave to Kala.

"Drink. This one's better."

Kala saw and thought it as a palm wine, immediately seized and upheld it. The coconut shell was then slammed. He said his old taste was bad.

"What's going on?" he said after the consciousness came out of nowhere again. Like the night wind that blows.

Akhza just smiled broadly. Sipping other drinks besides mountain kunyuk wine. A glass of tea is better. That's not good for Garuda Knight, the exterminator of crime.

"Tuak Kunyuk Mountain is very strong, although it can increase Prana." Kala muttered after the consciousness returned completely. "I'm not strong."

With a still smile, he poured one cup of hot tea. I accepted it while thanking you.

"It feels good, it's better."

Akhza nodded then said again. "When you go down the mountain, do a little kindness as a warm-up. If you can see the Maheswari Physician."

"How do I find him? The island of Java is very large."

"You're the Garuda Knight, you made it that way." Akhza pulled something out. "And give this to him."

Akhza took out a stone the size of a pinkie. It's slippery black. Glossy in the moonlight. This is what Kala knows as the Message Stone. Stones that can be filled with voice messages or just writing. Only martial artists could wear it. Kala streamed Prana on the Message Stone, intending to know the contents of the message. And out of nowhere, his body was cornered like something inside him had just exploded.

"Don't open that message other than Maheswari who opened it!" New akhza reminds. "Or you'll feel the sensation of being struck by lightning."

"Why did Teacher remind you?" kala said with a mute lip.

"You're in a hurry to be seen!" Akhza. "I'm serious, never carelessly open things that become private others. Not polite!"