True Martial Arts
Leaving Is Not Easy

"Murid understood," said Kala.

Akhza smile. "It should be that Mahes's appearance didn't change much because he was an artist of the level of the Spirit Crystal Realm. Looking for it will be easy enough." Then he laughed. "You can't wait to meet that enduring beauty!"

"Teacher knows, hahaha!" Kala laughs. Tell me to land on his head again.

"Tonight I will give you an understanding of the love of the physical! Listen to me carefully, butts!"

Akhza explained at length that night. Kala was snapped all out. But from that explanation, Kala knew one secret. He doesn't love physical love, he just likes to look at it. Akhza also stressed that such traits must be changed. When you understand, this is exciting.

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"Teacher! All this time the Disciple has always obeyed, now Master must obey!" kala exclaimed as Akhza asked him to return to the hut while he was about to meditate. "I'll meditate with Master."

"If that's what you want, what's my day." Akhza smiled warmly. He knew that Kala knew he was going to die soon.

Akhza looked up at the night sky at the top of the Loro Twins. The stars are clearly visible in the sky. Darkened. Without cloud barrier. Along with the half-light moon.

"Oh, yeah. Keep this." Save it." Akhza gave Kala an interspatial ring of his.

There are no jewels in this ring. Smooth shape. From the cold agate that seemed light. As Kala looked at him fixedly, he realized that the ring had a different aura than his.

"What is this interspatial ring, Master? I've got the interspatial ring that Mahes gave me." When I look at him confused.

"This ring contains my heritage items, it can only be opened when you form the Sky Crystal. Not just this ring. If you force it open now, it could blow you up. But, as a student of mine, I wish you could reach higher than the Sky Crystal."

Kala nodded. Take ring. The surface is very cold. But as he put the ring on his ring finger, the coldness and aura disappeared. Even this ring no longer glowed dimly like before. Kala raised his left hand while looking at the ring.

"I want to give you this too." Akhza removed Keris Garuda Puspa from his shoulders. "Do you know the greatness of this kris? It's a long story and full of sweet memories."

Akhza pulls the handle of keris. Looked at the eyes of a curling keris. Black, as color as night.

"Before I received Keris Garuda Puspa, this was used by my father to protect the village. Then I re-forged it, so that its strength returns after it was broken in a fight first."

Akhza again sheathed the long and large keris, then thrust it at Kala. His disciple received the kris with trembling hands. How not? This keris is the strongest heirloom on the island of Java. Many advantages of this keris that makes anyone hold his breath if he hears his name.

"Let's meditate" he said gently.

This time Kala deliberately did not intend to meditate. Kala is guarding Akhza. If something happens, there may be time to save it.

He glanced at Akhza's chest routinely. Make sure it's still blooming.

Some time passed unnoticed. Just as Kala glanced at Akhza's chest, Kala discovered that his chest was no longer up and down. Kala's skin turned pale. Confirmed once again. Still no movement.

Waiting for even longer. Stay tight.

Chaos.

He was meditating, I don't know what to do. A moment later, however, he shed tears.

"Teacher .. teacher." Kala called. "Teacher .. Don't joke."

No response at all. The heart seems to want to come out.

"Hahaha, Master must be joking." Kala imagines Akhza laughing at him.

But there was no laughter. Akhza was completely silent in a peaceful face.

"Teacher, why don't you laugh?" Kala laughed out loud. "Come, you can catch me many times if you want."

Still nothing, Kala squeezed his hand. His neckline was visible as he hardened the muscles to hold back the cries.

"Ah, what if we drink again." He got up and took the urn with his glass.

Pouring wine into a glass. Only a little water goes into the glass, the rest spills into the mat. Kala's hand shook violently.

"Teacher ...." Kala stretched out his hand to touch the teacher's shoulder, but was pulled again because he could not accept the reality. "No! Master's still ALIVE!"

Kala finally patted Akhza on the shoulder, but there was no response. Slammed glass. Tuak in it spilled over watering the soil.

"Fuck up! Open your eyes and tell me it was a joke!"

Kala wanted to touch Akhza's pulse, but there was not the slightest bit of courage. Even thinking about it is not brave.

"Leaving is not easy, Teacher. I can't leave Master, it shouldn't be easy for Master to leave me." Tears kept flowing down Kala's cheeks carrying a million cruel wistfuls of the universe. "It's very peaceful that Master left me. Not thinking about me at all."

Finally, Kala is brave. Tired of thinking. Holding Akhza's arm to check his pulse. Akhza's arm was very cold, this managed to make Kala not continue with his intention anymore. He tried not to be sure, but he was sure. I don't know why, his mind is fucked.

"Leaving is not easy, Teacher." Kala repeated again, this time with a cry. "When you left me so easily. Please, wake up."

Kala shakes Akhza's shoulders, but Akhza's body falls from the precept position. Kala's cry became fierce, slamming across the mountain.

The birds woke up from their slumber, singing a sad tone. The universe mourns with the roar of Kala, the clouds weep. Kala looked up at the dark night sky, washing her tears with a million universal cries. Kala feels the universe is unfair, letting other animals live in harmony but not with humans. Akhza was a victim of war. He buried his face in the body of the teacher.

"TEACHER!!!"

***

A month after Akhza's funeral, Kala was able to let go of her teacher. Now he stands in the center of his beloved teacher. The body of the person who is taking care of it is inside. The body that changed his life was inside.

Right this morning, he's going down the mountain. Welcoming a new world for him. Saving the archipelago from war. The journey will begin. The journey will be steeped in history. The Garuda Knight!

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Author note:

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