Pendekar Batari Mahadewi: The Journey to Find Your Self
Episode 288 Different Impression
For the warrior of muscle and strength, he could be subdued easily through a force greater than that possessed by him. For the thinker, to defeat him only by breaking the truth he believes in with a new truth. But to defeat the warrior as well as the thinker, that's another thing.
Swordsmen who do not have a large brain capacity to think are very many in number, including the gatekeeper. He tends to see one thing with one point of view only as a measure of absolute truth. If so, he could only obey those above him, and oppress those below him. He was both arrogant and a sycophant. Actually pity, because such a person does not have the basis of a life that he created himself.
After seeing the beautiful lady who did not look like a magic swordsman could easily lift a super heavy weapon like lifting a dry twig, then the gatekeeper and two colleagues were trembling.
There were two things, at least, that made the gatekeepers feel anxious. First, the punishment from the teacher, and the second is if Nala is still angry. What the gatekeepers had in mind, Nala must have been more terrible than the beautiful lady, because Nala had carried all the pieces of inheritance on her back.
“Master and Miss, forgive us. We are just beginner students here, not understanding the vastness of the world. We will immediately convey the arrival of masters and misses to our teacher. Please wait at our guest hall which is inside.” The gatekeeper was suddenly friendly.
Nala and Batari Mahadewi did not want to prolong the issue. So the two went to college and waited at the guest hall. One of the gatekeepers ran in a hurry to summon the great master, Ki Raga Bumi.
“Why is there always such a warrior! pissing once!” nala said irritatedly.
“Every large college that has many students, there will always be something like that. That is, this kind of college does not consider the talent of prospective students, but is more concerned with the number of students,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Sort of selling science, right?!” nala.
“Yes, but we can't blame him. Each warrior has his own beliefs. Not that, in this kind of thing, Ki Raga Bumi was a warrior who could not escape from worldly affairs. It could be that he supported many families by establishing this college. Think about how many teachers teach here? If they have a family, should not he also be able to support his family. In this case, martial arts can be a road of fortune,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“But this kind of college, I believe, can only produce four or five warriors in each generation. Or maybe just one. This kind of environment will not be suitable for giving birth to a truly swordsman,” Nala commented.
“Don't equate them with me, you, or our brothers. Since birth, you and I have had their own uniqueness. While they are only ordinary people,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“That's not what I meant, Dance. I thought about how I should study on the path of the swordsman. A college like this, should be just a starting footing, is just a small thing. But the tendency, this kind of college is even interpreted as the main and proud. Moreover, if this college has a big name and a teacher who is a big swordsman. In fact, a swordsman will really learn if he has left college, if he has traveled, exchanged knowledge, fought with other warriors, mixed with life,” said Nala.
“My feet, you're lecturing me. Advances. Keep your opinion for ourselves. Not all students who study here want to be real warriors. In almost all colleges that have big names, most students who study there aim to find pride and seek security. The knowledge learned is not entirely useful for many people, but enough to satisfy himself, at least as a provision to tell the story that he had studied there until graduation. There is no true graduation. Science never finished studying, how can pass?” Batari Mahadewi.
Ki Raga Earth has finally come too. His appearance hints at prestige and simplicity, much different from the students of the college who look to pass by while Nala and Batari Mahadewi wait.
“I'm sorry I've made the master and young lady wait a long time. I am Raga Bumi, the owner of this college. Looks like we've never met before, haven't we?” Ki Raga Bumi welcomed and introduced himself.
“I am Batari Mahadewi and this is my colleague, Nala. I am from Padepokan Cemara Seribu, a student of Ki Gading Putih,” Batari Mahadewi introduced himself.
“Oh, so is this the figure of the young legend? It is an honor for me to still meet at my age who is no longer young,” said Ki Raga Bumi.
“Big teacher is too flattering. Our arrival this time to worship heirlooms for teachers, as well as to convey some things if the teacher has not heard this news before,” said Batari Mahadevi. The girl then opened the bundle of swords and heirloom clothes and gave it to Ki Raga Bumi.
“Oh, this heirloom..I've never seen anything like it. Where did you get it?” ask Ki Raga Earth.
“The sword was made by Nala, and I made the heirloom suit, teacher. May the great teacher accept it and use it,” said Batari Mahadewi. The face of the Sword God swordsman was wrinkled as if it was hard to believe, because it should be that such an heirloom was not made by humans. But when he remembered the story about the power of Batari Mahadevi who drove out thirty thousand black warriors like Tirayamani to drive away flies, then he could believe it.
“This is priceless for me. Thank you very much for this gift, I really cannot give a gift that is worth this heirloom for you both,” said Ki Raga Bumi.
“But, if there are two of you, of course how much power they are, you can handle it easily, right?!” Ki Raga Bumi praises Batari Mahadevi and Nala.
“Not enough, teacher. The situation is even more dire now. If the first ones to come here were only black warriors, then the next day, they would bring an army of demons. Therefore, we distributed dozens of these heirloom weapons to all the warrior elders in Mahabhumi. Later, if one day they come when we are in another country, then Mahabhumi already has preparations to fight,” said Batari Mahadewi.
Ki Raga Bumi felt a lot of missed news. Since the news of the destruction of Tirayamani's forces in the western region, the warrior elders from Mahatmabhumi have preferred to return home rather than listen to the development of the next situation. It makes Batari Mahadevi and Nala have to tell a lot of things that are enough to arouse the old teacher's fighting passion. It seemed that he had never once again truly felt the real fight.
The meeting with Ki Raga Bumi did not give a too deep impression. From the beginning they both came in the Mahatmabhumi region, they did feel something else regardless of the culture in the region is indeed very different from the other kingdoms in Mahabhumi.
Batari Mahadevi and Nala left the college with a little strangeness in their hearts even though from the meeting, they could both conclude a little impression, mahatmabhumis tend not to care much about the imminent chaos.
The pair of young warriors continued their journey to the northern Mahatmabhumi region, heading to the residence of Nyi Lohita, the Red Shawl warrior.
“To be clear I am a little sorry to give the heirloom to Ki Raga Bumi. Although he had seemed a little excited, but I still caught the impression that the swordsman was not really intending to interfere. Do you think Nyi Lohita will also behave like Ki Raga Bumi?” ask Nala.
“I also caught the same thing as you, Nala. People here may feel safe and reluctant to move on from comfort. Regionally, Mahatmabhumi is a rich area, has a large and crowded port as the main route for merchants who come from various other islands. The problem is, we do not really know from which direction the Tirayamani troops will come. For, according to my estimation, the queen of darkness has moved and liberated the armies of demons from all over the earth,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“How so? Will we still meet with Nyi Lohita and Ki Rangga Suluk?” ask Nala again.
“It's wet, Nala. All of us finish,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Alright then,” Nala said.
The two drove through several villages, forests, and towns until they finally reached a northern coastal town of Mahatmabhumi. The town was named the North Sea city, where most of the people living there were traders and fishermen.
“It seems difficult to find Red Shawl college. What if we asked the old man who was sitting alone there?” ask Nala.
“Alright, I'll ask,” said Batari Mahadewi. The girl then walked towards the figure of the old fathers sitting on the beach, looking at a small island in the middle of the sea.
“Excuse me, uncle, we're looking for Red Shawl college. Does uncle know where it is?” ask batari Mahadevi.
“Oh, Miss is almost there. Look at that island. The island is called virgin island. That's where Red Shawl is located. Will the lady go there with the lady's friend?” ask the old man.
“Uncle is right, I will be there with my colleague that,” Batari said Mahadewi while pointing towards Nala. Batari Mahadevi's lover came closer to follow the instructions of the old man.
“Sadly, the island does not accept the arrival of men. All residents on the island are women,” said the father.
“Although only briefly remain may not, uncle?” ask Nala not to believe it.
“Before you get there, Nyi Lohita will attack you, whatever the reason. He never allowed men to set foot on his island!”