Crown Prince Sanggana
Squid 3: The West Wind Swordsman
*Earth Bowel Whip (Earth)*
Revenge became an obsession for Bagang Kala. It was also a motivation for him to continue to practice without stopping his long-lasting years, under the care of an old swordsman named Bolong Jungkal.
As a white swordsman, Bolong Jungkal clearly disagreed with the grudges nurtured by his disciple who had good prospects. However, he also agreed that people as model as students of Hell's Whip College were put to death for his vile deeds.
Therefore, Bolong Jungkal gave a gradual understanding to Bagang Kala about the prohibition of vengeance. The older man is slowly converting the grudges that Bagang Kala harbors into intentions to eradicate crime and defend the truth, such as the slogans of super heroic heroes.
Bagang Kala grew up to be a young man who is handsome and athletic, of course transformed into a young swordsman whose magic is somewhat qualified at the upper middle level.
Bagang Kala became a warrior who was very obedient to his teacher, so he also obeyed the ban on leaving the bamboo forest for fifteen years.
After fifteen years of studying for Bolong Jungkal as the eleventh disciple, finally today is the day of determination for Bagang Kala. Today he must carry out the test of determination of the highest science taught to him. The science was called the West Wind Sword.
Wuuus!
A white beam whirled fiercely on its axis in the air, creating a fierce wind that blew away the dried bamboo leaves. Groups of bamboo trees that grew towering and lush all around, swayed violently by the wind generated from the round of the white light ball.
One spear right under the ball of light sat cross-legged with a figure from Bagang Kala. The fingers of his hands were clinging to each other in front of his chest.
The west!
Suddenly from the side darted a ray of pointed yellow tail. The target is very clear is Bagang Kala's body without clothes, but bright blue pants.
The corner of Bagang Kala's sharp-browed eyes caught the movement of the yellow light. He quickly shook his strength, but the fingers still grasped each other.
Sizz! Blouse!
The shock of energy created a layer of red light that confined the young man's body, making the yellow rays hit the layer of red light. A loud explosion was created that stomped the bamboo trees. While Bagang Kala remained firmly seated cross-legged with a ball of white light still spinning tightly above his head.
After successfully warding off an attack that was never told by his teacher, Bagang Kala then jerked his arms straight up with the two fingers still tied together.
Blassat!
Suddenly the white light sphere above broke out in the form of a slash of white rays in the form of a sword in all directions.
Set set set …!
The white light swords shot out quickly to cut down the bamboo tree trunks neatly.
Bsruakr! Bsruakr!
After that, dozens of bamboo trees fell randomly, but nothing fell on Bagang Kala. If anything happens, someone will laugh.
Just for a moment, the place was completely ravaged like after being hit by a tornado.
Such was the prowess of the West Wind Sword Science.
“You passed perfectly, Bagang Kala!” the voice of Bolong Jungkal cried from a place far enough from the position of his student.
The atmosphere back then had calmed down without any more strong winds.
Claps!
Suddenly the figure of the hunchbacked grandfather had appeared in front of Bagang Kala.
“Listen to you, Bagang Kala. With perfect you master the science of West Wind Sword, then from now on I pin the nickname, namely West Wind Swordsman,” said Bolong Jungkal.
“Murid is very grateful for the grace of that nickname, Guru,” said Bagang Kala, still in a kneeling position honoring with one leg.
“With the perfection of the amount of knowledge that I have imparted to you, and today you show the perfection of your learning, then today I am free as a warrior. You can go freely wherever you want, just as I allow to ten brothers and sisters,” said Bolong Jungkal.
“Murid very grateful, Master!” said Bagang Kala so happy, but still I was in his respect.
“But remember, Bagang Kala. Forget revenge. Give them punishment based on their evil deeds. Put your feet on the truth, blow your blow on evil. Don't forget the ground when you fly into the sky, don't forget the sky when you stand on the earth. Fight to live by plans, glorify the truth with stratagems, beware of the deceit of women and the throne. And the last I ordered, remember that you have a teacher,” advice Bolong Jungkal.
“Good, Teacher. Students will try to always remember and memorize the messages of Guru,” said Bagang Kala.
“Now you can go wandering. Don't forget to wear your best clothes, don't be like a poor padlock,” orders Bolong Jungkal.
“Good, Teacher,” said Bagang Kala obediently.
Bagang Kala immediately got up and went towards the house. Not long after, he had come out in a white shirt, which on the edge was a bright blue, as was the color of his pants. His long hair that was messy, he had tidied up simply, making him look more handsome. He brought a white cloth containing a change of clothes and enough supplies.
After reuniting his teacher to say goodbye, Bagang Kala finally ran away from the bamboo forest, as if he could not wait to see the outside world.
After leaving the bamboo forest of his teacher's residence, the first place Bagang Kala's destination was where he lived in childhood.
However, since it never left the bamboo forest for fifteen years, Bagang Kala did not know the path and direction. He really became a blind man and a field blind.
When Bagang Kala walked on one street without knowing where the road would lead him, suddenly there was the sound of a galloping run of a number of horse legs that were tight from behind.
Bagang Kala looked back. So, he saw one of the front running horses ridden by an adult woman dressed as a noble woman. Behind the woman ran about seven horses ridden by all the men.
Every now and then the beautiful forty-year-old looked frantically back, checking as close as his pursuers were.
“Give up, Anik Remas!” shouted one of the horsemen.
However, the woman, named Anik Remas, did not respond. He kept driving his horse fast.
Bagang Kala immediately marginalized himself so as not to be hit by horses running at very high speeds, similar to being racing in a race, not racing in a melody.
Seel!
When the horse troupe passed in front of the standing position of Bagang Kala, suddenly an object shot very fast from the throw of one of the male riders.
The set! Blugk!
That large but thin object was a sickle-shaped metal weapon that shot around in circles. The object managed to cut off one horse leg ridden by Anik Remas. It immediately made the horse fall to the ground, forcing Anik Remas to fall on the ground.
Despite the hard fall, Anik Remas quickly rose to his feet.
In a moment, the seven chasing horses had already locked the position of the yellow-clothed woman while running slowly around. At that time, Anik Remas stood up to install horses, ready to face the men's braking.
Seeing what was experienced by Anik Remas, Bagang Kala immediately remembered what had happened to his brother, Juminah, when raped.
Without much consideration, Bagang Kala decided to flashed quickly and lunged down a horseman.
Surprised everyone, especially Anik Remas. (BH)