Pendekar Batari Mahadewi: The Journey to Find Your Self
Episode 299 Learn to Blow Flutes
The sun felt too fast coming after last night's fight. Since dawn, the hangar has started to live. Some disciples had come to practice in the early morning to train their bodies. Although dancers, but the body exercises they live are arguably equivalent to fighters.
The body of the dancer is not only flexible and flexible, but also strong, sturdy, and agile. In order for the body to look attractive on stage, it needs to be a pull-up exercise. That is, a dancer will try hard to pull the parts of his body, especially in the joints, to the limits that seem impossible to achieve.
Batari Mahadevi and Nala came out of their guest rooms. They went to the front yard, watching the dancers rehearsing vigorously. To warm up, they had to run a considerable distance. After that, they practice bending, balance, strength, breath, then movement skills that involve not only the limbs, but the mind, feelings, and imagination.
“I just found out that a dancer has to train so hard like a swordsman,” said Nala.
“I also just watched it live this time. But maybe different colleges are also the way of training. Hmm, Nala, today I'm going to make an heirloom flute. In addition to gold and silver, I need a lot of mustika and natural rocks that have good strength,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Can't we use the ingredients of sea dragon stealth?” ask Nala.
“If those materials do not come from black power, they may still be used. As for gold and silver, we must inevitably seek it in the bowels of the earth. We cannot use your gold,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Do I have to use gold?” ask Nala.
“Not really, it's just that I want the flute to be a gold flute, according to the name of the swordsman who uses it. But maybe what I'm going to do isn't entirely gold. I will mix different types of metals so that the flute has more types of strength in it,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“I can find it right now, you just wait here,” Nala said.
“Hahaha, you know what I think. All right, I'll wait for you. Remember, look somewhere far away. Don't draw too much attention,” Batari Mahadewi's message.
“Sure. Then I go first.” Nala leaves Batari Mahadewi. After exiting the hangar and when there was no one there, the dashing man shot out at a speed invisible to the eyes of ordinary people.
Meanwhile, Batari Mahadewi again watched the dancers who were training. Soon other students who were studying music began to arrive. They took out various musical instruments and brought them to the pendopo. The various types of musical instruments that they arranged in such a way.
Batari Mahadewi approached a middle-aged woman who was playing a bamboo flute. The woman smiled, then continued her game. A beautiful chant of tones and touching feelings.
“What is the aunt of the flute player?” ask Batari Mahadevi.
“We must learn all the musical instruments that are here. In staging, sometimes I play a flute, sometimes play another tool,” replied the woman kindly. “Is the lady also studying here?” the woman asked back.
“Actually no. But seeing aunty play the bamboo flute, I want to learn,” replied Batari Mahadewi.
“For a moment, I'll get you one more flute.” The woman stepped into a box containing several small musical instruments, then she took a bamboo flute and handed it to Batari Mahadewi. “Look how to blow it miss, attention fingers that close these holes.” Then the woman demonstrated the basic practice of blowing the flute.
Batari Mahadewi imitated it. The woman was stunned to see Batari Mahadewi fingers that looked unique. But he was reluctant to ask, why the fingers of a girl like an angel were different from the general.
Batari Mahadevi tried again, playing his fingers to change the tones produced by the bamboo flute. The woman also continued to give certain directions, so that the girl who made Nala crazy could understand how to play the flute better than having to learn on her own.
“Not difficult, right? Good or not the game miss depends on the perseverance of the miss to continuously learn to play this tool. Miss can count on the miss's memory of the sounds that miss has heard. Playing the flute is the same as singing, only in playing the flute, fingers and breath we are the ones who produce the sounds. The rest, the lady just use the feeling of the lady to determine the soft loudness, the short length of a sound that the lady played,” said the woman.
“I understand aunty, thank you very much for the instructions. Can I borrow this flute?” ask Batari Mahadevi.
“Of course, miss, the flute is for miss only. My husband can make it again later,” replied the woman.
“Oh, really? Thank you very much, aunt. I will train elsewhere so as not to disturb aunt practicing here with others,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“Sama-sama lady. Come back later if you want to ask me something. Every day I am here from morning to evening,” said the woman.
“Good aunt, I will come again later if you want to ask. I will be here for the next few days,” Batari said. The girl then went to look for a quiet place. Everyone who was there always looked at him in astonishment, as if looking at the real angel, who had descended from the god's palace.
In one of the deserted courtyards, under a shady banyan tree, Batari Mahadevi returned to practice flute. He really wanted to understand the tool. In accordance with the instructions and advice given by the woman he had just met, he played the tones I don't know, but it was good to hear. At least, the disciples, especially the male students who were training so slightly lost concentration looking at the beautiful angel playing a flute under the tree. But no one dared to approach, because some people already knew, that the girl was the guest of the master teacher.
Shortly afterwards, Ki Rangga Suluk came to look for him after he had been looking for his two guests who were not in his guest house.
“Nona here apparently. Where is Nala?” ask Ki Rangga Suluk.
“Nala is looking for materials to make an heirloom flute, uncle. Before making it, I want to learn about flutes. Luckily there was a kind aunt who gave me this bamboo flute,” replied Batari Mahadewi.
“Nona Dance really fast learning turns out. The song that you played was so good to hear. Perhaps the lady needs to also learn this heirloom flute. Take it first, I will watch the students who are training. Oh yes, we have prepared food at the guesthouse. Don't forget to eat,” said Ki rangga Suluk. He then left Batari Mahadevi.
Ki Rangga Suluk's gold flute is small in size. Only one inch long, with nine wind holes. The flute is made of gold which has been implanted in some natural mustika only.
Interestingly and make the object into an heirloom flute, the master of the maker inserts a secret script that contains the moves to blow the flute as an heirloom weapon. If blown in the usual way, the flute was just an ordinary flute, which emitted a more melodious sound from the bamboo flute. But if the way to blow it in accordance with the moves written in the secret script on the flute, then the sound produced will sound very painful for the black flow swordsman.
So, how to blow the flute as a weapon, not only using air, but also the power that is flowed through the flute. The higher the flowing power, then the more terrifying the result. However, if the power is too high, the flute will be destroyed because it cannot withstand the power that plays it. Same with the sword. The better and higher the power of the heirloom sword, the stronger it was to receive the flow of power from the one using it.
By noon, Nala had not yet arrived. Batari Mahadevi sought Ki rangga Suluk to return the heirloom flute. He had learned all the secret techniques for playing the flute and also learned all the parts of the flute and he had a shadow of how to make a better heirloom flute.
“Have you learned enough of this flute?” ask Ki Rangga Suluk
“Out uncle. Just wait for Nala to come, then I will make it,” said Batari Mahadewi in a very convincing tone.