Nusantara Throne - Senandung Kebangkitan
Satria

“I will propose a name to you,” said Purnapana, as the bobcat was playing around with a small twig. “Then King Dotulong had the first cat who always followed him wherever he went. The cat was found in a village of former soldiers of the Nusantara massacre. His first cat name was Chana.”

Satria rubbed her chin, she still plays the twig, “Hamba likes it, do you like it too Chana?” The forest cat wriggled at the end of the twig, its tail whipped in the air, then it curled up in Satria's thigh.

“It seems she is happy little sister,” Harsya said.

Purnapa sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, enjoying a piece of grilled lamb.

“Regarding your story earlier, I am sorry, about what happened to one of your friends,” Purnapana incubated. “Earth has always been cheered by injustice, the strong tend to stand above.”

Satria and Harsya had gloomy faces, they agreed.

“Standing young slaves, I will teach you a kanuragan, a hereditary martial art from the noble family of the Kingdom of Temaram. I am not a god of fate but you have shown a decent kindness for a chance to change your own destiny.”

“Before from now on, I want you to call me teacher,” he looked at the two young men seriously.

Satria and Harsya bowed.

 “In this continent, kanuragan is divided into two schools of science, black and white. I may only teach you white flow, although honestly King Dotulong was black. There are four studies in canuragan science, but I don't want to make your heads full of scientific theory.”

While looking towards Satria and Harsya, Purnapana said, “Prepare, I will show the form of pure energy.”

Purnapana breathed a long breath. Stunned, with a thin and small body, Purnapana was able to draw that much air with a single breath. Purnapana widened the leg, although the spear puncture scar was throbbing pain, Purnapana tried to hold the balance, his arms crossed to the chest.

A strange sensation crept into the bodies of Satria and Harsya, they felt a heavy air pressure. Their heads became dizzy and turned, the earth instantly seemed to be upside down. They both fell down and gasped.

“This pure energy is the basis for mastering kanuragan, I only spend less than half of it,” said Purnapana, his white beard twitching.

“Excellent teacher,” Satria flabbergasted.

“I almost fainted little sister,” Harsya looks more tired.

“Of course, you are still laymen, someone who is faced with pure energy without careful preparation will lose consciousness. Stand up again, do the horses I showed you just now.”

With great effort, Satria and Harsya stood up, they widened their legs and exemplified the horses of Purnapana. the shape looks stiff, but Purnapana smiled at the determination of the young slave.

“Close your eyes. Feel the flow flowing from the body, as if a warm steam flowing in the veins in your body and seeping through the muscle fibers to the skin, “ said Purnapana while circling the two slaves.

The request was quite difficult for Satria and Harsya. While they continued to concentrate, Purnapana sat cross-legged observing while occasionally giving Chana lamb-cut meat. Chana jumps up in excitement.

Until some time Harsya stopped, she felt quite tired, “Hamba could only feel a little.”

“Slightly better than not, for the first hour you have done well, how about you Satria?”

Satria was still concentrating, as soon as in her mind her emotions appeared overflowing, an atrocity from the implied soldiers flashed through her head. The dead slaves, the tortured slaves, the fear of melting filled the container inside his chest. Chana then hissed, her fine feathers vertical, she felt a great force almost explode around Satria's body.

“Stop!” shouted Purnapana. He then issued the ultimate technique of antidote bath study, to neutralize the pure energy of Satria that was too wild. “Your pure power is dangerous, wild and wild.”

Satria fell face down, her breath gasping, she felt very thirsty,” forgive servant, guru.”

“that was so terrible little sister,” Harsya flabbergasted.

“Strength can be a double-edged knife, if your resolve is filled with hatred, he will draw your own heart, Purnapana” helps Satria sit next to the bonfire, and gives her a pitcher of water. “Your pure energy is like the waves of the ocean, swift and strong. Who is your father Satria?”

“I don't have a father, he left me,” replied Satria did not want to discuss it too much.

Purnapana nodded, he felt sadness permeate his mind, “Pastilah really heavy.”

“It has been a long time since I have seen such natural talent since decades ago, since the young King Dotulong practiced kanuragan. I have another way of knowing your pure energy flow, but this is quite forbidden, never tell other ascetics what I will show you.”

Satria and Harsya were still just as confused, but they felt helpless, and just nodded in agreement.

Purnapan then close his palms together and shape them like a cup, “isi my hand with water and sprinkle sand into it.”

Without a second thought, Satria poured the rest of the water in the jug, sowing the sand she had taken from the warm ground near the campfire. Then Purnapana began to chant a whisper of mantras on his palm filled with water and sand, whispering like an ancient language that they could not understand.

“Harsya, now that you are going to drain your pure energy towards my palm, imagine as if the steam in your body is flowing through this water.”

Harsya stood up and rode. He spent a long time concentrating, the inner flow of energy coming out like raindrops, slow and small. Up to five minutes of concentration, change begins to show. The sand in the water slowly turned low, as if there was a slowly spinning vortex, gradually the sand disappeared little by little. Leave clear water.

“Your pure energy is white, a chakra that is good for healing and treatment. I can feel the softness of your pure energy,” said Purnapana while rubbing his white beard.

“Your turn, Satria.”

As Satria started her horses, her heart thumped, should I take out my grudge or hold her back, she thought doubtfully. Satria decided to put aside the anger and try to concentrate the flow of pure energy as gently as possible.

Time passed by second by second, Purnapana observed the child with a sad look. There was an emotion of sadness after seeing Satria's face deeper, she knew something but she endured it.

“Eject! What makes you upset young slave Satria!” Purnapana said in a loud voice.

Instantly the surrounding air pressure became heavy again. Satria imagined the flow flowing in a deep abyss. Breaking through the rocks, the chakras filled the palm of Purnapana, as soon as the clear sandy water changed color. Black dots scattered as if a grain of sand transformed into a shadow, a long time later the point clumped and widened, the water became black.

After the boat then fell down, her tears dripping down her entire whiskers and white beard, her eyes glazed over, in a whisper as she pleased she said, “ramalan, the prophecy is true.”

Satria misunderstood, he considered the energy that was being channeled too much, his face became moody. Satria felt sorry for Purnapana, did this grandfather go mad because of my pure energy?

“Is pure energy a dangerous servant?” Satria asked, she felt uneasy.

“No young slave of Satria, certainly not, all pure energy has the same danger, including healers though, only your pure energy is very rare,” Purnapana rose, he said, but Satria can still see the remains of Purnapana tears, she continued, “Yu pure power is powerful, your chakras are able to make the human body stronger than the original body.”

“Sure with high training discipline.”

Purnapana asks Satria and Harsya to sit back, Chana the bobcat now seeks attention to Satria, but she ends up lying listless on her lap.

“As a deepening of pure energy training, I will give you more training. You can do it anywhere, just I want you guys not to force, because this exercise will consume energy.”

Returning to his feet, he plucked taro leaves and a small, weathered twig around the bush where they sat. Purnapana gently tear the taro leaves into a partial tear without breaking it, he gave it to Harsya, “Deliver your pure energy on this taro leaf tear, if you can already control your chakra, then, gradually this tear will merge.”

“What after this I can heal wounds, teacher?” harsya was worried.

“Unfortunately not as fast as turning hands. A person who has a flow of pure white energy should be able to maintain the flow of the chakras such as controlling the water in the shower, your chakras are cold and cool. It takes months to unify human wounds. If your chakra shower is too tight, it will cause tremendous pain before that person's wound closes.”

Harsya nodded, she put aside her fear. Then he closed his eyes and immediately repeated the exercise. Purnapana now gives the weathered twig to Satria, “Feel this twig, squeeze.”

Satria squeezed the twig, then the twig was crushed into chocolate powder, “Very soft once guru.”

“Do the same.”

As Satria poured her pure energy into the twig, she felt a different sensation, the twig she held began to harden. However, the action did not take long, only a short time the twig again softened. Tired of crawling Satria's body.

Purnapana also asked them to rest for a while, eating the food he carried in the same sack.

“Where did you get these foods? Are slaves given groceries as if you were the king?”

Satria was silent for a moment, trying to consider a better answer, because she hated lying then she confessed, “Hamba stole it guru.”

Purnapana rubbed his beard, “It is difficult for me to judge what is wrong from what you have done. Your life is already heavy enough, this action can endanger yourself.”

While eating some Satria agreed, but he tried to put aside the shadow of torture that would befall him if one day the soldiers would know. Once they were full enough, Purnapana taught them some martial techniques.

Two hours of that night was spent practicing martial arts. Purnapana taught some defense techniques that connect to the martial arts of kanuragan, horse attacks and heartburn. They practice until their legs and arms ache.

The air was getting colder, the deck of the owl echoed in the dark headers. Satria and Harsya say goodbye to return to the camp. After the ship asks him to come back again on the following nights, while he will return to look after Chana. That night if it was midnight, their bodies were exhausted and they started to get a little sleepy.

After they left the cave Purnapana heading towards the camp, they arrived near the kranji tree, they heard whispers from some people behind the thick trees. Two dim torches swinging between tree trunks fill the darkness of the night.

“Who is it?” whispered Satria to Harsya.

“Don't mind, we better get back to camp!” harsya began to fear.

Satria rejects the idea, she moves agilely sneaking behind the large roots of mahogany and sengon trees, approaching the source of the sound. Harsya does not like the way it is, but her fear forces her to move along with Satria. Finally they arrived at a corner less than eight cubits away, two soldiers facing each other, talking tensely behind a bonfire.

“Is it true that fugitives are in the woods like this?” said one soldier.

“How do I know, it's really none of our business, but Dhanu has given the order”

“Keparat Nusantara Kingdom, their affairs we have to deal with as well, honestly I hate to have to miss my wine night.”

“You think I'm happy to be on guard here? While others sleep well after getting drunk?” tukas the soldier his friend was angry.

“I can't believe the news of Princess Nirmala's disappearance has an impact on our freedom,” oceh the soldier who has since had a sour face. “Really, King Dharma or Dhanu, they are but lackeys to Mahardhika.”

“Stupid you, don't be presumptuous, be careful,” his friend warned.

“Who hears too?  The important thing is we can get drunk every night.”

They both chuckle. Abomination filled Satria's stomach from a distance.

“After all why should we be afraid of the fugitive? we have a lot of wine, we can invite him to join.”

“You're getting crazy,” he said.

Then their conversation was just about what happened that day. The tormented slaves that he considered were only jokes. Unceasingly they laughed until Satria was fed up and decided to leave while swearing.

“Must we break their necks one day,” Satria said.

“Maybe little sister, but our fighting ability is still even equal to a boy,” Harsya replied. “So they mentioned about fugitives.”

“Is the fugitive a teacher?”

“Seeing the fighting ability and inner power of a grandfather like himself, I agree,” Harsya nodded.

“And they also mentioned about the missing princess, Princess Nirmala.”

“What a lot happened in this continent little sister,” Harsya looked at Satria. “Whatever it is may the gods bless us in this year.”

Satria nodded.

“I feel the teacher has a lot of things that he still hides from us.”

Harsya frowned, “It could be a little sister, but most importantly, I hope that the pure energy that is within me can heal the wounds of Sham.”

Satria downcast moody, “Ya, hopefully..”.

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