Bacaan yang diterjemahkan ; Menuju Kotaraja 1
The thin clouds marched like a white mist slowly blown by the mountain wind. The sun that began to warm the body was slowly ascending the sky. The path on the banks of the Brantas River looks deserted and sometimes does not get tired of flying dust in the wind.
A young man of medium stature and not so muscular was seen walking along the deserted path. Soon he saw a wooden boat shaking violently on the calm surface of the water. There was the sound of guns clanging and a strong gust of wind coming from the small room on the boat. He then threw a piece of wood the size of an adult calf into the middle of the river, then jumped and used it as a trail to reach the wooden boat.
A sword shot out towards him before his foot reached the lip of the boat. Realizing the danger, Bondan quickly bent his left leg and rolled his body in the air then landed on the deck of the boat.
One body figure bounced out through the door and fell down in front of Bondan’s feet. At the same time, someone jumped out of the room accompanied by a thunderous bang.
“Get lost”! exclaimed Prana Sampar, a person of small stature with shoulder-length black hair from the slopes of Mount Wilis.
Bondan opened his mouth, ”Suddenly you kicked me out, Brother? It’s not a coincidence that I walked this road and saw you fighting.”
“It’s none of your business. I ask you to get out of here immediately. I see that you have a high level of knowledge. Go away!”
“Alright I’ll go. But is there no other way than violence, Brother?”
“Shut up! Do you want me to throw it in the river?”
Meanwhile, the body that fell in front of Bondan slightly inched and somewhat staggered he tried to stand up. But he brushed aside Bondan’s helping hand trying to help him stand up.
“Get out of the way! Let’s go! I’ll finish this business with that demon, ” a hiss slowly came from his lips.
Bondan by storing a sense of curiosity about the cause of the fight was immediately away from the two people who were mourning lives. He wants to be with those who have forgotten him, but he is also constrained by a sense of not interfering in matters that he does not know about. Seeing the development while the fight did not seem like a balanced fight. Someone did lose a few levels to his opponent. Bondan hesitated because he had predicted the end of this fight. Anxiety also entered the recesses of his heart.
An unequal fight! Bondan sighed silently. At a glance he looked around. So quiet. Only the three of them were in a neighborhood slightly overgrown with trees.
Majapahit under Sri Jayanegara was a kingdom that did not experience much upheaval. However, in kotaraja there are still embers that can explode at any time. The death of Lembu Sora and Gajah Biru left a problem that was prone to trigger conflicts between Noble groups. But so far, the Maharatu Jayanegara is still able to control the turmoil that is happening in his close circle. A small fight by the river witnessed by Bondan is the fruit of a long arm that is so powerful and overshadows the sky of kotaraja.
At noon, the man in the soldier’s uniform began to make preparations for the attack, saying ”Sampar, this business will not stop at this river. You will regret what you did!”
While growling Prana Sampar lunged forward, ahead of his opponent while throwing a series of blows. Wiratama is still able to dodge, even able to respond to Prana Sampar attack is not less fierce. Wiratama was driven by a strong desire to immediately destroy his opponent. Both of them are equally in control of feelings, fighting to kill!
A moment later the two men engaged in alternating attacks. The two released punches and kicks that grabbed each other. Their bodies leaped at each other to avoid attack after attack by their opponents. The small boat then roiled violently.
Bondan immediately jumped to the riverbank and watched the fight attentively. He could see that the injuries suffered by the man named Wiratama could not be said to be light, but it did not prevent Wiratama from giving fierce resistance.
The anger that struck him seemed to add one strength to Wiratama therefore his attacks increased manifold. The body that has been injured is not a barrier, even able to generate energy that is invisible to the eye but precisely this makes itself in a difficult situation. His lost balance due to the darkness of his eyes became the cause of his blows many times hitting empty places.
Wiratama’s left fist hit the right shirt of Prana Sampar, even though it was only an empty hand blow but the fist was able to tear the cloth and almost hit the stomach of Prana Sampar. Immediately Prana Sampar took a counter kick and almost hit Wiratama’s head because his body had receded jumping back.
Soon they were both on opposite sides of the boat. Wiratama stomped to the lip of the boat to be shaken hard, the slightly staggered Prana Sampar quickly floated utilizing the boat’s thrust towards Wiratama while releasing an attack. However, Wiratama was still able to dodge and fend off Sampar attacks. It’s just that Sampar is so cleverly able to take advantage of the gap between Wiratama’s defenses so that he is under his opponent’s chest.
A crushing blow accompanied by core energy infiltrated the defense gap and hit Wiratama’s chest so that a restrained complaint could be heard. Wiratama ejected floated past the lip of the boat. The river water is stained with red when Wiratama touches the surface of the river. He sank for a moment, before long his body floated without movement.
Watching Wiratama bounce down into the river with brown water, Bondan floated as fast as an arrow grabbed Wiratama who was washed away by the river flow. By stepping on his footprints to the surface of the water, Bondan returned to float in space to the boat and immediately checked the condition of Wiratama. He opened the shirt that covered Wiratama’s body and saw a bluish color in The Shape of a palm on the soldier’s chest.
“It seems that this person was hit by a single blow based on tremendous force. The man turned out to be no ordinary person,” muttered Bondan to himself while glancing at the Prana Sampar.
“Demon!” Prana Sampar hissed angrily. Someone was suddenly nearby and witnessed the fight that ended in the death of a Majapahit soldier. Of course, this death will shake Trowulan and so he will be hunted by all the Majapahit troops to the ends of the sky.
The only way is to eliminate the trail by killing this child! think Prana Sampar.
Prana Sampar eyes stared intently at Bondan who had not moved from his seat next to the corpse of Wiratama. Prana Sampar does not want anyone to make the news of Wiratama’s death spread. Three small pegs slid swiftly towards Bondan who swiftly bouncy to the side to avoid the shurikens.
”What’s your business with that gun?”Bondan asked in a curious tone.
“Young man, it is my business to kill you because of this fight!” Prana Sampar exclaimed.
“This is not my fault. I saw the fight because I saw it. And you, Brother, don’t make killing a habit!” Bondan answered while explaining his situation.
“You little brat! Dare you say that, ha? I kill not as a habit, but rather because I love doing it!”
The slow creep of time cannot be felt by these two people who are not that far apart in age. The sun climbed higher and higher in the sky and left small ripples playing with the wind that gently brushed the surface of the Brantas River.
