The Arkana: The Demon Hunters
Tantras

"Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms, baby ...."

This morning vintage music from Paul Anka accompanied Mahari who was sitting enjoying a cup of burrow tea on the Tantra veranda. The cool air and whispers of tree branches around the yard become a syahdu escort instrument.

From the gate, there were two girls who were walking in and approaching towards Mahari. One haired girl in the back pigtail who was none other than Hitta, and another one a shoulder-length haired foreign girl. They both face the owner of the house.

"This is my friend that I told you yesterday, Mas. He needs work again" said Hitta.

Mahari stared at the shoulder-length haired girl that Hitta recommended to her. "Understand the chakra point?" ask Mahari.

The girl just kept quiet as she occasionally glanced at Hitta. From his actions, he did not know the answer to the question posed by the man in front of him.

"The point is he has our kayak sensitivity. Chakra point problem and how to playin needle later I teach. How's it?" timpal Hitta's.

Mahari seemed to think. Indeed, here the male and female clients are separated. Currently the female client is held by Hitta alone. Perhaps tired, Hitta asked for additional ammunition to help her.

"Yes already. Nego is a salary. Come with me to Dalem yuk, let's talk four eyes." Mahari got up from his seat carrying an empty teacup, then walked into the main building followed by the girl.

Hittah also entered the house, but he did not join the two men. The girl immediately sat down at the receptionist who was in the living room.

...****************...

Fifteen minutes passed, Mahari and the girl walked out of the room. They walked to the living room. Currently in the living room there is not only Hitta. However, also a bald man and a small child around the age of Junior High.

"Great bags again at the get-together. We have new ammunition" said Mahari. The man looked at his new employee. "Yok, acquaintances used to be the same new friends."

The girl smiled as she slightly tidied up her messy bangs. "I know, my name is Mayangsari. Commonly called Maya or Sari."

"Which could?" ask the bald man who was stunned with a red face. In Bowo's eyes time seemed to slow down as Mayangsari smiled while putting her bangs aside to the side.

"Bo-can, but it's kind of weird. What about Mayang?"

"That's okay" Bowo replied.

Mayang smiled holding back laughter. Yeah, he thinks the bald guy is quite a joke. "Okay, it's nothing. Who are you?"

"Wibowo Mahasura, call me Bowo" replied the bald man introducing himself. "Greetings, Ayang."

"Greetings to Bowo." Now the gaze of Mayang moved on the figure of the Junior High boy who was playing the game console Visual Boy Advance. "Whose this is? Mas Mahari's son, huh?"

The boy was still playing and ignored Mayang who was asking him. Mahari approached the boy and took the game console in his hand.

"Curtain!" The boy clucked in annoyance when his game console was snatched by Mahari.

"First acquaintance, Yas," said Mahari.

Now he looked towards Mayang while sighing. "Yasa Kanigara's. Yasu. Not the boss's son."

Mahari chuckles, then gives back the child's toy. His eyes moved to Hitta. "Hit, last you," said Mahari.

"I've known Mayang" replied Hitta.

"That's outside. Come on, all reintroductions."

Hitta now looked at Mayang flatly. "Hitta Hestiani, commonly called Hittah."

"Mayangsari. Greetings to Hittah," Mayang replied.

Mahari smiles. "Okay, this is our team, May. Oh yes—ada another one, but still KKN. When's Manta coming home, Hit?"

"Tonight," replied Hitta.

"Well! So you can meet tomorrow. Beware, do not be fascinated by the appearance of the Manta yes, May," said Mahari accompanied by a small oddity. "His name is Darmanta Kusuma. He's the most handsome here if I don't exist."

"Silent. Hari just can't make me fascinated, what else Manta, right?" reply Mayang with a little guyon seasoning.

"Yes, now prepare yuk shop," said Mahari. The man walked back into the room. "Bowo, Yasa, come here for a minute."

They disperse from the living room, except Hitta and Mayang. While Mahari, Yasa, and Bowo walk into Mahari's private room.

...****************...

Bowo and Yasa sat in a chair facing towards Mahari who was sitting opposite to the two of them. Their distance was limited by one wooden table.

"We've got a job throw from the hunter's association." Mahari placed two pieces of paper on the table. "Forward or backward?"

Now Mahari smiled looking at Yasa who was still sitting sweetly in her chair. "Where?"

Yasa let out a heavy breath. "It's not really a big deal, considering this one's just a C level, but ...."

"What?" ask Mahari.

"The location is far away" Yasa replied. "If the boss wants to do it anyway. You know, I'm just a kid."

Mahari. "Damn, Bowo should have taken this one."

Yasa again took a breath. "Well, if Bowo took this one, I think I'd mind taking the paper he brought. Wibowo Mahasura is a battle maniac, a level B mission is more suitable for him."

Now it was Mahari's turn to sigh. "Okay, we're leaving this afternoon."

Yasa now moved from his seat and walked towards the door, for a moment he turned his head back with a sigh. "Later if the location is afraid, just wait in the car court yes, Boss."

Mahari frowned. "Lu ngeremehin cave, you rancid boy?"

Yasa put on a faint smile. "I'm ready first." He went out and closed the door of the room, leaving Mahari alone inside.

In the room, Mahari just kept quiet while leaning back in her chair. He took a cell phone and sent someone a message.

"Duh, fuck. The feeling of the cave is not good," he muttered monologously.

...****************...

The black Holden Kingswood car drove from Yogyakarta to Wates. Yasa who was wearing a black turtleneck T-shirt wrapped in an oversized black jacket not buttoned complete with black shorts was sitting next to Mahari without a word. The boy just remained silent as he looked at the twilight sky from inside the car. His mouth did not stop muttering in a soft voice.

Meanwhile, Mahari was also silent, but not because he did not want to talk, but because he understood that Yasa needed time to memorize his spells.

Since childhood, the boy had been left dead by his parents and entrusted to Mahari as a student of Yasa's father.

The Kanigara family itself is a family that is adept at using spells for various things such as medical, strengthening suggestions, protection, expulsion of spirits, and even attacking opponents.

At a very young age, Yasa had memorized all the spells belonging to the Kanigara family. He is a very talented and potential young man. Unfortunately, no one appreciates his abilities other than Mahari. For as Yasa knew, only that man was always there for him. Since the entire Kanigara family died in the bloody Jathilan tragedy ten years ago, Yasa has considered Mahari as his own father.

"Don't be too self-absorbed. If you will not be able to retreat, let this great Mahari who designed everything," said Mahari break the silence.

Yasa chuckled. "Related?"

Mahari gulped. Even if it is only an outcast mission with a C level predicate, but evil spirits are still evil spirits. They're dangerous.

The atmosphere suddenly tense when the sun began to sink and the old black car Mahari through a very quiet road. On their right and left sides there was only a forest as far as the eye could see. The gentle buzzing shook Mahari's eardrum.

"Yes." Mahari immediately pulled over his car and drove at low speed

"Yes, they're here" Yasa said. The boy goosebumps when he feels a thick evil aura around them.

Mahari's antique car suddenly died. Given that the car had a fairly old engine, breaking down was a natural thing. Only this time the car engine died not because of a technical problem but because of astral phenomena.

"Wait here, boss." Yasa got down from the car and looked around. He bounces off Mahari's car with a protection spell.

After the boy finished giving protection to Mahari's car, he entered the forest through the roadside to find the root of the problem that often causes traffic accidents on this track.

Many unsavory rumors were circulating if this pathway was cursed and bloodthirsty. Often sightings appear so that the rider who is passing lost focus and eventually lost his life due to an accident.

...****************...

In a different place, two men were chatting at a meeting table. They are more like a superior and subordinate in terms of work.

"There was a mistake" said a middle-aged man. "For a level C mission on the Jogja path to Wates it is somewhat ambiguous considering the number of casualties and the area that became the point of tragedy is very wide almost encompassing the entire forest periphery. Please recreate the poster for the mission."

"From level C to what level?" ask the young man who is holding a piece of paper and a pen.

"A—no, maybe level S. In cases involving multiple casualties and vast terrain like this, it was usually a kingdom. Each King had a level of difficulty that could not be measured, so raise the level of this mission to level S. There's a big problem in that forest."

The young man is memicing. "But someone took the mission."

"Who?" ask the middle-aged man.

"Tantra."

"Sun, and his little army, huh?" said in the middle-aged man. "Ah, really. They're out of luck."