True Martial Arts
Stand by

They started eating it. Do not use spoons or other aids they immediately swallow all the contents of the hot bowl in three stands!

While still holding his bowl, he gulped violently. This herbal soup had just been lifted from the fire in a boiling condition, Kala was unlikely to do the same as they did. Kala gritted her teeth before taking the spoon from the interspatial ring.

The banner that had finished eating looked at Kala in wonder. "You got a spoon?"

"I'm not as good as you, special forces. My tongue has tolerance with hot sauce." Kala replied politely fearing to offend their way of eating.

"Either that! You just drain the prana in your mouth and immediately swallow until this soup runs out. This hot soup can keep your body temperature in this very cold weather."

Kala nodded slowly before putting the spoon down. His lips had already touched the end of the bowl but were still hesitant to take a stand. The entire army was looking at Kala curiously.

Kala felt a lot of glare in his eyes, he became groggy and immediately straightened the soup in four upright. The bowl fell from Kala's hand while both of his hands remained stiff. Kala's eyes twitched sideways, her lips and forehead frowning.

It's bitter! It's so bitter and spicy! The taste is unclear!

Looking at Kala's expression, all the troops were heartily laughing. The atmosphere of the tent became boisterous by the loose laughter. A very free laugh from the fear of battle.

***

Kala lined up at the very end of the line. In front of him was Yudhishthira and his guards who had just finished encouraging and also strategizing. The captain was standing straight in front of Yudhishthira, the captain was receiving a map and a number of important objects, the handover was very formal and rigid.

"Gather in the tent until there is an order to move." The Patriarch gave the order and immediately obeyed the troops.

When Kala returned, Yudishthira called Kala. "Then, come here."

He returned and walked closer to the patriarch. Patriarch Yudhishthira gestured for the guards to leave them both. He changed his expression seriously.

"What's up, Patriarch?"

"Next ...." The patriarch said nervously. "You better be here, don't take part in the attack. I just found out that this mission is a dangerous mission. Maybe there'll be casualties on our side, I don't want you to be one of them ...."

"Patriark is worried excessively." It's too late if Kala retreats now, Maheswari has kissed her. "My sword is unsheathed, it can't be pulled anymore."

"When, understand. It's very dangerous for you, really. Your abilities cannot match those of the enemy. I heard they were guarded by special forces as well."

"It's my duty as a Garuda Knight."

"I know better my limits, Patriarch."

The patriarch was silent but still looked agitated. Kala continued to convince him until the patriarch finally agreed.

"When, take this. Tear if you're in dangerous condition then I'll come." Yudishthira gave him a small rectangular piece of paper, this paper has a golden color with a faint engraving.

Kala accepted. "I'm going back to the tent, Patriarch. Please take care of my stern until I return, and please also hold Maheswari if he follows me later. If I don't come back later ...."

"Don't think like that! You have to go back!" cut Yudistira.

Kala shook his head slowly with a smile, then continued, "If I don't return, then please calm Maheswari. And if the Patriarch doesn't mind, then please heal my burrow and keep him in the North Wind, I'm sure he'll be of use to the North Wind College."

The patriarch could not say anything, Kala again assured him. "I'm sure I'll live later, but if I don't come back then do it for me."

"All right, Kala." The patriarch nodded, his calm demeanor covered with uneasiness and worry.

Kala nodded before walking quietly leaving Yudistira towards the tent. His hands are crossed in the back. His lips displayed a friendly smile and calm, the cold air did not stop him.

***

Kala has got a set of short robes along with pants and sweatshirts. This robe was similar to the previous clothes but this robe was warmer and also higher in defense level, this robe was black in color.

With her new clothes on, Kala sat cross-legged inside the tent to fill the prana. His lips were slightly whitened due to the increasingly cold air. Other cipher troops imitate what Kala did, although Kala's younger age but his mature attitude makes the troops telik cipher respect him and do not hesitate to imitate Kala.

The sound of kangung from the bamboo that was planted sounded thunderous throughout the tent. Clear and loud enough to wake up a team of telik ciphers focused on collecting prana.

The banner beside Kala calmly said, "It's time."

Kala's heart was pounding incoherently. He felt his blood jump unclear. As much as possible, stay calm.

"Well, is it time for the mission?" kala said quietly and was replied by a nod of Panji.

The first one standing from the precept position was the captain, he loudly said, "It's not time to relax! There are enemies out there who do us good! If we relax, then the innocent will die! It's time we bet lives! Truth! Every freedom requires sacrifice, and we are the victims!"