The Seven Gates of the Universe
09. Intruders
“Jaka... Enough's enough! What the fuck?” The voice was then followed by a gentle voice full of authority from the other people inside the building. “Quite kids! Why fight with your own people?” gently reproof.
Both sides stopped their fight. All are facing the direction of the sound. Right in front of the main door of the large building, stood two old men, one dressed in white and another in deep blue. The blue-clothed old man looked at those who were there with a sharp look, looking an aura of anger from his gaze, especially towards Jaka. While the white-clothed old man with a look of compassion stared at everything with a smile, very contrary to the circumstances of the person beside him.
Everyone who was there immediately knelt before the two old men. They were the teachers of the people who were at odds there. The Lightning Angel and the Milky Way Handed Angel.
“Why did you mess up here Jaka? I told you to come here to help, not muddy the atmosphere,” snapped the blue-clothed old man angrily to Jaka. That old man was his teacher of the Thunderbolt Swordsman who had the title of Lightning Angel. While his own name is ki Wangsa Sena, the sole teacher of Jaka.
“I didn't start the teacher. Mer—"
“Shut!” Not yet finished Jaka conveyed his anger. The Lightning Angel had already snapped at the young man until he fell silent. “Quickly apologize! Otherwise, I'll break your right arm,” continued Angel Lightning.
“Already. It doesn't need to be extended. All must be just a misunderstanding,”, said Angels Tangkangan Sakti prevent a dispute between the student and the teacher. At a glance, the head of the Deity Hand School directed his gaze to Jaka, he then nodded while smiling at the Thunderbolt Swordsman. With a feeling of gratitude, Jaka replied with a smile while yelling at the old man. “Take your student in, maybe he has something important until these nights meet us.”
The Lightning Angel nodded. With a voice that still looks ferocious, he told Jaka to come in to follow them. Inside the room was quite large, it turned out that there were already some people sitting waiting. Three people are brothers and sisters like Angels Handed Sakti, while about six other people are the heads of white silat colleges that are deliberately invited to come. Among those present were the chairman of Perguruan Bambu Sakti, the chairman of Perguruan Bangau Putih, and a middle-aged woman chairman of Perguruan Bunga Bidadari. Each of them brought one main disciple.
Seeing the seniors who were gathered there, Pendekar Halilintar also jutted while greeting.
“I the young salute the elders,” said. At once all who were there stood saluting. In addition to viewing the Lightning Angel as the teacher of Jaka, they pay homage to the young man because it is respectful to a Young Swordsman who has much to eradicate the evil to uphold justice. The name of Pendekar Halilintar is no stranger to white and black streams because of the football lunge.
“Please sit down,” said the Milky Way Handed Angel to everyone in the room. “Nak Jaka, what is it so that nights like this ananda rushed to meet?” the old man asked Jaka who was sitting next to his teacher.
For a moment the people who were there were silent hearing Jaka's words. They are immersed in each other's thoughts. After a long time, then the head of Perguruan Bambu Sakti spoke up.
“From the characteristics mentioned by Nak Jaka earlier, I believe that the person in black is one of the Two Devils Smelters of Sukma. While the other three people I can not guess who and from which college they came from,” explained the old man.
Others nodded their heads in agreement with the opinion of the chairman of Perguruan Bambu Sakti. But in their hearts they both questioned who the person who had sent the message through the science of sending a voice. Was it one of the four people there? or there are others in that place who are also very aware of the circumstances that are happening now. Then who is the messenger in question will come to this place, whether the four of them, or there are others.
Back everyone was immersed in his own thoughts. When silence began to hit the room, suddenly the powerful-handed Angel said, “Please join the children, already inside why are you still hiding?”
Everyone was astonished by the old man's statement. From the sentence he blurted out, there was currently someone else hiding in the room and listening to their conversation. Shortly afterwards right in the middle of the meeting stood a man dressed in black. His head was wearing a caping with a black cloth covering his entire face.
“My time is not much, I will explain a little about the Hell Valley Palace association,” said the man but by using the science of sending sound. Although his voice sounded like one was whispering, it was clear enough to be heard. I don't know why the guy didn't speak directly. Those present listened carefully. But not a few of them were vigilant, even the main students of the college chairman who were present had their hands clasped the handle of the sword, on standby in case something unwanted happened.
“Who is this person to the point that I can't feel his presence. It's really terrible science to lighten the body that this guy has,” thought the Angel of Lightning. How surprised he was that someone else was there unknowingly. Though the Lightning Angel is not an arbitrary person, the teacher of the Thunderbolt warrior is one of the senior figures of the white school that rarely has a match.
“The Hell Valley Palace Group is a collection of magical figures from various streams. The society was led by a man who called himself the Red Eagles. The members of this association are quite a lot, although most of the black stream but they are people who have great abilities. There were four levels in the membership of the Hell Valley Palace. The first level consists of only four people. They are called the Four Protectors of Fire. The four people were old figures of the martial world, namely the Four Great Worlds of the martial. Skull Hill Demon King and three World Gods Slashing.”
“What?! Four Sakti Worlds Persilatan?” Everyone who was there was surprised. Who does not know the Four Great Worlds? An old figure who might be of average age reached a hundred years old. Almost all of them did not believe what this mysterious person said.
The impatient White Stork College head disciple immediately got up and pulled out his sword intending to directly hit people talking. However, one of the three World Gods is the founder of the White Stork college. But the sword had not been pulled from the sheath, suddenly the disciple fell. At first glance, a small silvery object shot towards him. The head of White Stork College quickly examined his student. On the neck of the disciple was a piece of silver. But he was relieved that his student was okay to just get stuck so he fell asleep for a while.