Pendekar Batari Mahadewi: The Journey to Find Your Self
Episode 16 of the Weapon Factory
The rain had subsided and left a slight drizzle. In the sky, the clouds are slightly blurred and leave a gap for the afternoon sun creating a twilight color among the gray clouds. From the east side, a wisp of black clouds slowly moved westward. Perhaps the rain will not really stop, and only rest for a while before pounding the earth with a rush.
Batari Mahadevi, Jalu and Niken decided to leave at that time, traveling around the village first before they would finally head to the cemetery, looking for the best hiding place to lurk the corpse thieves.
“How about tonight the thief doesn't come?” ask Niken
“Means the three of us will spend the night at the graveyard. If we are lucky, we will not see ghosts and spirits waiting for graves. Not too bad, no, at least not the three of us who will be in the grave. “ Jalu deliberately said a less pleasant picture of the grave.
“I think it's very bad. I'd rather fight with a demon than see ghosts with broken faces. “Kata Niken is upset with Jalu's words.
“Hahaha, even though you are a feared swordsman of demons, apparently you are afraid of ghosts too huh?” Jalu said to Niken.
“You're quiet. I just don't like it when they follow me, sit down or even sleep next to me.” Said Niken a little angry.
“Iya..iya..forgive me sweet lady. Later I will buy sweets for you.” Jalu said it still teased Niken.
“I want ten pieces.” Niken
“Will Brother Jalu also give me sweets?” added Batari Mahadewi.
“Quiet sister, brother will buy sweets if we meet the seller.” Said Jalu.
“Oh yes, may if later we pass the level building near the river there?” Batari Mahadewi.
“No problem. “ Words Jalu. “Eh, isn't the building you're referring to a gun shop and factory and a swordsman's supplies?” ask Jalu.
“I forgot about that. Later we will know.” Batari Mahadewi.
Arriving near the building intended by Batari Mahadewi, the building was indeed a shop and weapons factory for warriors. The store not only provided weapons for the Water of Life village, but also supplied their production goods to other villages, and even to other cities.
“This shop seems interesting, since this morning actually I want to stop by looking around.” Said Niken.
“Then let's go in and have a look.” Said Jalu.
“Good idea. That's what I was expecting.” Batari Mahadewi.
The three then entered the store which happened to not close even though the day was almost dark and drizzling.
“Please gentlemen and ladies of swordsmen. Can we help you?” the waiter said the shop was welcoming. The shop belonged to white settlers, even the servants and all the workers in the factory were from the same nation.
“Can we browse the collection in this store?” Ask Jalu.
“Please, I'm ready to help you gentlemen and ladies. In this room there were only ordinary weapons. Whatila master and miss both want better quality weapons, please enter the inner room. We have some rare heirloom collections.” The shopkeeper tried to offer his merchandise.
“Are all the weapons sold in this store made here?” Ask Niken.
Inside the store, Batari Mahadewi felt an energy that was familiar to him. But he forgot where he encountered that energy.
In the room, there are two magical heirlooms that attract the attention of Batari Mahadevi. The first is a keris with a large size, equivalent to a large machete. And the second is a sword with very beautiful carvings and decorations.
The two weapons released quite concentrated death energies. It's just that energy is different. The large kris emits energy coming from the hundreds of lives that the weapon once floated.
While the energy that came out of the sword was the energy from death that was forged when the sword was made. This sword had never been used to kill, why could its death energy be this powerful? Batin Batari Mahadevi's.
“Nona has good taste.” The store's waiter said, “These two weapons are our best collection. Both are from the past and were once used by warriors.” The shopkeeper explained.
Batari Mahadevi knew the shopkeeper was lying about the beautiful sword. “Oh, I think this sword is a new heirloom.” Batari Mahadewi pretended not to understand. “This sword is like a decoration because of its beautiful shape. The handle and engraving are made of gold, right?” ask Batari Mahadevi.
There was a change in the look of the shopkeeper when Batari Mahadevi mentioned that the sword was a new heirloom. But he hurriedly covered his shock. “The sword and engraving is indeed made of gold, miss. The main ingredients for making this sword are meteor, silver, steel, and lucky stones. Miss can hold it if you want.”
“No need uncle. I am not used to holding a sword.” Batari Mahadewi.
“Oh, I thought the lady was a swordsman. I'm sorry, I'm not an expert in guessing someone, hahaha.” Said the waiter trying to melt the atmosphere.
“All the heirlooms in this store are impressive, sir. Too bad the three of us are warriors who are not trained to use weapons. So sorry, we can only enjoy and admire the beauty of heirlooms here.” Said Jalu. “We are very grateful to have been allowed to stop by and see the treasures here. It's a pity that we can't linger. We have to visit our friends.”
“Oh, it's okay, sir. We are very happy that ladies and gentlemen would like to stop by here. If you have time, please stop by. Who knows, ladies and gentlemen, would like to give heirloom gifts to friends or relatives, ladies and gentlemen.” Said the shopkeeper was persistent and tenacious to take the hearts of the shop guests.
The three then continued on their way back to the grave. It's already afternoon. It's raining again. All the houses have closed doors. Batari Mahadevi, Niken and Jalu use their internal energy to accelerate the journey to the grave. The three of them jumped from the roof to the roof, tree to tree, without a sound.
Arriving at the cemetery, the three of them chose to hide on top of the largest and tallest tree in the cemetery. The rain was less favorable in the reconnaissance in the dark grave, but it was also because of the rain that the three of them were unknown to anyone.
Time passed and it was almost midnight. There was no suspicious sign of him in the cemetery. The thief has not come and acted. The rain has been down for an hour. The three of them just kept quiet and waited.
Batari Mahadevi had captured the same energy as the beautiful sword in the weapon shop ever since he arrived at the grave, and he could finally remember that the sword energy was the same as the energy he had felt in the grave since the first time he had come to it.
Something is wrong with that shop! Butwhat? Could it be these graveyard ghosts that were on that sword? Batin Batari Mahadevi's. Then he just understood and realized the motive of the theft of bones in the grave.
Yeah, I know now. These bones were melted down to serve as weapons so that the weapon had a powerful death aura and seemed to be from the past! Batin Batari Mahadevi's. He did not tell his brothers because everyone had to stay there.
After a while, a shadow figure flashed. Batari Mahadewi could immediately recognize the radiance of energy from the figure, the man he saw in the tavern.
The man kept silent for a moment, making sure once again that no one was there but him. After that, he dug out one of the graves next to him with his quick hands as if they were made of iron that was able to pry the ground very easily. It only took a moment for the man to find the bones in the grave he had dug.
He carefully picked up the bones, put them in a bag, and took them away.
Batari Mahadevi, Niken, and Jalu did not intend to arrest the man directly, but followed him. Not far from the grave, another man was waiting for him. The man who was carrying the bundle of bones handed it over to the man waiting for him. After that, the two separated.