Pendekar Batari Mahadewi: The Journey to Find Your Self
Episode 255 Clay Sword
The next morning, Tagama's grandfather had prepared black powder and some wooden planks for Batari Mahadevi. That god-heirloom incarnate girl will learn to draw ornaments for the sword. The grandfather mixed the black powder he was carrying with oil, so that the powder turned into a liquid that could be used for drawing or writing.
“Come, miss. It's got a brush, ink and a board. Imagine this board is the shape of the weapon that you will make, then draw a decoration on the surface. There are some boards for ladies. This first board, please miss imitate the decorative pattern of this sword, then please miss create her own pattern, please,” said Tagama's grandfather while handing over the equipment and a large sword that will be imitated by Batari Mahadewi.
“Thanks, grandpa. I will try,” replied Batari Mahadewi. The grandfather left him alone in the workshop.
During the day, Batari Mahadewi was busy with drawing activities. The picture he produced was pretty bad.
It is not a guarantee that with the power of the gods he has, he can draw perfectly. He had never done that and had never learned it before.
When it was past noon, the grandfather again came to Batari Mahadewi to check the work of the divine heirloom incarnation girl. Grandpa laughed out loud.
“Oh, really..this is the worst picture I have seen in recent years,” said Tagama's grandfather while still laughing. Batari Mahadewi's face was red with embarrassment.
“Quite grandpa, remember age, don't laugh too long like that. Half dead I made that picture! After all, the embellishment on grandfather's sword was extremely complicated! I can't imitate him" Batari Mahadewi said. The grandfather laughed even harder, and only stopped after he choked on his own saliva.
The next few days, the grandfather still told Batari Mahadewi to draw until finally he managed to make a pattern of decoration that is slightly better than before.
“Some days this lady learned to draw. Definitely boring. So, today I brought clay. Basically, this clay can be equated with metal. Please miss trying to make an heirloom out of this clay. Miss can use deep energy to make the wet clay become fast dry and hard,” said Tagama's grandfather.
After giving a brief explanation, the grandfather simply left without giving an example. Nevertheless, Batari Mahadewi was quite enthusiastic about the new material.
He thought making a sword out of clay was easier than iron. But he was wrong. Many times he tried and the results really make diarrhea. At least, he had managed to make Tagama's grandfather cry.
Batari Mahadevi was still struggling with clay for three days, and on the third day, he succeeded in imitating the sword made by Tagama's grandfather. At least, he learned faster from clay than drawing.
“Nona managed to create this heirloom clone from clay. What a surprising achievement, considering the lady is very bad at drawing,” said the grandfather honestly.
“My hand does not match the brush, grandfather. I guess so. It may be easier to hold hot metal than a brush,” Batari said.
“Don't Worry, miss. After this, the lady will again deal with the iron, but before, make a clay sword created by the lady herself. I want to know, what the lady lacks in this,” said Tagama's grandfather.
“Good work miss, perfect and balanced shape. But I must honestly say that the soul of the lady is not in this work. Does the lady understand what I'm saying?” ask Tagama.
“Not too understand, grandfather,” replied Batari Mahadewi.
“Do you enjoy the moments of creating this masterpiece?” ask the grandfather.
“Hmm..it looks like I'm starting to understand, grandpa. When creating the work, it feels very depressed. I was stuck in the form that grandfather created,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Remember, miss, beauty is not always like this. The most important thing in creating a sword is the goal of the lady herself. In this work, the shape is good. But the lady got lost and lost her way. Even if it's just clay, remember that it's a weapon. Before making a weapon, first determine the most honest miss expectations of this weapon. I'm saying this because the lady is learning to make heirlooms, not wall hangings. So, tomorrow the lady has to learn this again,” said Tagama's grandfather.
Batari mahadevi was really contemplating the words of the grandfather. Everything Grandpa said was true. He made a beautiful sword just because he wanted to get praise and recognition from his grandfather that he could create beauty. But he was wrong. He lost his purity, lost his soul, lost himself when he created that clay sword.
The next day, Batari Mahadewi restarted to create a clay sword. But this time it was hard to get started. Even from that moment he just sat down, staring at the lump of clay that he had not touched at all.
His memories flew to things he had been through and had learned. At some point, he remembered Nala. Suddenly his heart missed the figure of a dirty man annoyed but secretly always worried about his safety. That unique man with such terrifying strength. A tough guy who has been coloring his life for ten years in a very foreign world.
The longing that broke through the bone marrow and every inch of the blood vessels of that god-heirloom incarnate girl made her metallic hands move, taking out clumps of clay, twisting, squeezing, shaping, styling, carving, and grinding, until the creation of a small sword straight along his arm, with a little carving on some parts. In the process of forming the sword, he always remembered Nala who could change his form into a land with various forms.
A simple sword has been created from an honest sense of life, an unspeakable love, a wait and a walk for a better life. Batari Mahadevi drew the clay sword which he had hardened with heat emanating from both palms.
Batari Mahadevi uses the four elements of strength he obtained from the three-moon world to harden the clay to have a solid density and hardness. The color turned into a jetty and sparkling hit. His tears melted and dripped on the sword of his creation. Heart relieved.
The grandfather came at dusk still hanging in the sky. He saw a clay sword lying sweetly on the table, but Batari Mahadevi was somewhere.
The grandfather's hand trembled as it touched the clay sword. He felt an extremely powerful energy and soul there. He's amazed. Even the sword was just clay, without any mustika.
The grandfather tested the sword by dropping it on a stone. The clay sword made a piece of stone split into pieces. Grandpa was stunned. Shortly thereafter, Batari Mahadevi arrived.
“You passed, miss! It's time you made a sword out of metal!” said the grandfather excitedly.