Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapter 24. Tarung Sayembara

The sun was right overhead when King Basukamba took the stage where the oversized chair had been prepared. Behind the king lined his four beautiful wives, then four handsome men. Then the four daughters of the king were amazingly enchanting.

Among the royal family there is no Lembayung Adiningrum. Because the ones invited to the stage are the prince and the core princess only.

Immediately, the presence of the clear-skinned princesses forced the spies of the youths to attempt to see a beauty they could very rarely see. This is the only free and safe opportunity to see the king's family. So it is natural that people in the square, not only want to see the fight but see others.

The royal dignitaries who from the beginning had been sitting on the floor of the stage in unison stood up and bowed to pay their respects to welcome the arrival of the king and his family.

King Basukamba was sitting in his chair with an upright body, wearing a golden crown with diamond gems, the king who still looks handsome pus dashing began to speak. While the wives sat on the floor of the stage to the left right of the king, so did the princes and princesses of the king.

"My people!"

Instantly, the voices of conversation and the whispers of the thousands of people who filled the square disappeared. It turned quiet when King Basukamba began to speak.

With a deep mobilization, the voice of King Basukamba could be heard to the ears of the people who were at the end of the square.

"Welcome to the great gawe of the Kingdom of Saindara Gumilang. You all must have known that this open battle was held in search of a formidable swordsman whom I would raise as Senopati ...."

King Basukamba continued to say in front of everyone long enough to determine Patih Sepuh Labda Lawana as the mediator and determinant of the fight.

Patih Labda Lawana will be assisted by Senopati Madya Mahawira and Asta Brajadaka.

Gungg ...!

Finally, the gong sign of the start of the search for Senopati candidates was opened by the King Basukamba.

The patih who had been standing in the middle of the arena stage in front of the stage of the king immediately exclaimed,

"Rules, no rules. You can use all kinds of weapons! Whoever is still standing is the winner! Exiting the arena was only given a one-time chance to return. If after that he is thrown or out of the arena by himself, then declared defeated! My decision as mediator should not be contested!"

Patih Sepuh Labda Lawana an old man with a mustache cut neatly without a beard, his long gray hair rolled neatly up. His black clothes were clean, long-sleeved. On his back was tucked a long dagger.

"Until here are there any questions?!" patih Sepuh Labda Lawana gives everyone a chance.

Silence, no one asked.

"Alright, next! Each winner will be given a chance to rest for the next two fights. The rest, he couldn't resist if anyone challenged him to the arena!"

Everyone understands, in an open battle like this that declares itself as a participant _i.e., people who stand inside the bamboo fence_ can be challenging and can be challenged.

Inside the fence made of intact bamboo that fenced the area under the arena stage, there appeared to be the standing of the participants including Rawal and Balkhi Supekok. The two of them were serene, putting on an attitude of self as a swordsman.

These participants were only in the south, east and west of the arena. The north was emptied out in honor of the King and his family and the dignitaries who were on stage.

The battle arena itself was a stage measuring ten times ten fathoms low. Just as tall as an adult's chest. Unlike the king stage which was twice as high.

Outside the intact bamboo fence, the selected soldiers stood guard with full weapons. Not facing the arena but facing the audience.

"Who will go up first? Please!" Patih Sepuh Labda Lawana exclaims.

That was when Rawal whispered to Balkhi,

"Adi Pekok, remember our plan!"

Previously, Rawal and Balkhi Supekok who had successfully carried out the task of delivering Princess Lembayung Adiningrum had devised a strategy assisted by Ki Mertayuda.

They plan as much as possible to go up to the arena at the end of the fight. This is very risky because it will directly deal with the winners. But it will save energy, in addition to the opponent's power has also been drained due to having been used to fight before.

Addressing this problem, Rawal and Pekok are advised not to behave much and not to be careless. So must show the usual warrior attitude so as not to attract the attention of other participants.

Wuutt's!

A big, fat belly with a bare head bounces into the air like a ball.

Debr!

The footrest when he landed was enough to make the floor of the battle arena made of teak wood board shake.

"Include yourself!" patih Sepuh Labda Lawana.

The bald-headed man saluted and then called out loudly, saying,

"I Surakala from Padepokan Kasengsem Arak titled Pendekar Bumbung Wulung salute His Majesty King Basukamba and the whole family and ...."

At length Surakala said, whether to fight or want to address the annual event (new year_pen). Until some other participants ridiculed in style as if sleepy.

"Yahmpp!"

A young man yawned the hardest. The young man was dressed all in dark blue with the same colored headband. His hair was neatly seerai, as neat as his face that does not have a mustache or beard also does not have a codet or other pockmarks.

"You yawn the hardest, I challenge you!"

"Who's afraid!!"

A weddd!

The young man caltoed in midair before landing on the arena floor lightly, barely audible!

Cheers of support to the young man blaringly filled the air of the square.

Coolly, the young man dressed in dark blue stretched out his hands le front and then moved down to signal silence.

"Thank you for all of your warm welcome. I'm the Sangrama of the White Waringin Padepokan will defeat himaaa!!"

Sangrama's face faces the audience but her index finger points directly at Surakala's face.

"Sat! You think the support of so many people will make you win? It's chic!" cibir Surakala will not lose.

At the same time, when the two participants clashed at the top of the arena, Jaga Saksena had been on the side of the south square, the very back.

'These people are blocking my view!'

The boy twisted his brain and eyes. That's when he saw the tree across the street. The road that surrounds the square.

'Looking from up there might be clearer!' think Jaga Saksena then rushed up to the tree to climb.

However, when Jaga wants to climb.

"Wait for the little boy! That's my place!" snapped one of the three boys who had a body bigger than Jaga Saksena.

The three boys approached while staring at Jaga with a hostile look as well as a look of disdain. Walking with a puff, their fists clasped tightly as if to say,

"When can we beat you!"