True Martial Arts
Train Tanding

The four laughed and took Kala to rest in the fifth hut, where the hut was deliberately made for himself or a place of goods.

Inside his hut, Kala spent time shaving his mustache and beard with a small dagger. However, not all kala pruning. After looking at himself in the mirror while shaving, the little moustache also looked gallant.

***

In the afternoon, Kala gathered the four princes and looked at them intently.

“You seem to be sleeping too long and lazing around, you have to move muscles.”

Actually, Kala has nothing to change with them. He had been sitting for too long until his own butt was chafed, his muscles had fallen asleep and needed to be watered by hot water to get back up.

“We hunt dangerous herbs in the forest. Forget this shack. Pack all necessary items.” Hearing that, they nodded their heads before dispersing.

At night, they gather to face Kala. A slight moonlight illuminated the sky, but the fog was about to come. With Kala's direction, they lit a bright white fire torch, they also made a trumpet of wood carvings that would be blown if separated.

“Remember, we're in a dangerous forest. I don't know what makes us safe here, but be careful.” Kala was still in a state of worry despite saying so, he did not receive any reports of attacks while he was in the cave. “Do not chat unimportant things later. Once you let your guard down, life becomes a bet.” I ordered before leaving this place.

The fog started to descend with a slow wind that carried a cold whisper. The unmarked visibility made them run slower, except for Kala who kept ahead.

There had not been any clear aura from the herbs to date, nor the movement from the night savage beasts. It seems they deliberately avoided away from the Kala entourage, or indeed the previous condition was so.

Kala also found another oddity here: there were no bones. Even on the riverbank three months ago, he did not find bones. This time Kala blames himself for perhaps lacking jelly, where there might not be any dead animals here and even many humans died here, so Kala focused his eyes on the surrounding soil and between the roots of the tree.

Until he discovered it by accident, the ground swayed slowly and then stopped spontaneously. Kala stopped his steps and then took out Keris Garuda Puspa from his scabbard. A flash of a hazy shadow shot towards it, coinciding with Kala's body disappearing as well.

Everything happened so quickly that there was a very sad scream. The four princes of Golok Emas took their machete out of the sarong, their eyes fixed on Kala who almost hit the ground below using Keris Garuda Puspa.

Kala's breath rose and fell, he stopped his attack after hearing such a heartbreaking scream. It felt like the scream was in a faraway direction, but it was also heard next to his ears.

“Don't kill my son, Great Garuda Knight! Just kill me! I'm strong enough to help you practice, I'm willing to die, but not my son!” The tree next to Kala swayed the half-dry foliage, letting out the roaring and echoing cry of the old man.

Kala looked at the tree, before glancing at the ground below. “Show your form before I hit my krisku.”

The ground again churned in a small area before displaying a green seed the size of a palm of soil. The seed was shrouded in light green petals, with the roots of small fibers trembling in fear. Kala was unable to hold Keris Garuda Puspa, dropping it slowly by accident.

Now he knew clearly why his entourage had been safe for the past three months. Why there are no attacks or creepy events like what is rumored.

“Knight Garuda Agung, don't kill my son, I beg.” The large tree beside him thought that Kala was tempted by his little seed. “I am strong enough for your training, and my body parts are precious.”

When he could not answer, his feelings raged. The tree grew even more worried and dropped a bright white pinky-sized crystal.

“Knight Garuda, it's a crystal I collected from the ground. Please reconsider, Garuda Knight, I love my son very much.”

“Stop this!” Kala exclaims. “I'm so ashamed of myself. I should have realized a long time ago that you guys were protecting me, because I am the Garuda Knight. But how cruel I want to kill just for satisfaction, just for practice. I'll go, take good care of your son.” Kala sheathed Keris Garuda Puspa before passing away leaving the grateful tree while continuing to cry.

Djimas, Saka, Sakti, Dharma are both astonished and amazed by Kala. They also feel they are the luckiest humans in the world: protected by the infamous monstrous forest.

“Alright, Guys. We're not going to cut down or destroy these forests anymore. We will exercise in different ways.” Kala smiled widely. “You'll be up against me.”

His fourth knee immediately relaxed, even the usually valiant Djimas was now squeezing. He had seen Kala's lightning-fast movements earlier, they still wanted to live!

“Now, search field area.”

***

The four princes fell asleep helplessly in the middle of the dry black grass. After a fight with Kala, or rather as a Kala training tool, they ran out of energy and their bodies were full of bruises.

Keris Garuda Puspa was not pulled out during the Kala fight with them, he only wore it with a keris sheath that was still attached, it was enough to make their bodies bruised.

“I can not imagine ... if the Knights Garuda pull out his keris ... that long one.” Saka was panting heavily in giving an opinion, his eyes looking at the startling sky.

As for Kala, there was not the slightest wound on his body despite several attacks that hit his body. But it was not a fatal attack. Now he is on the edge of the field while honing Keris Garuda Puspa.

Frowning, he found a mistake in his favorite keris. Something is not right, the jug inside the keris suffered a number of cracks. Their colors also began to fade and blacken, Kala's mind was troubled by this. In other words, he was worried that this keris had been used too often.

His teacher once told him, the keris is an heirloom. Not to mention the teacher added that Keris Garuda Puspa is the strongest heirloom on the island of Java. It should not be used haphazardly, there should be other weapons to deal with small wars and should only be used in large wars or situations that are quite urgent, he said.

Kala didn't do all that. Even he just remembered that this is the strongest heirloom on the island of Java. Kala was already very comfortable with this kris, and considered it as a friend in all battles both small and big.

In the end, Kala called out to Djimas. Golok Emas is a college that is good at making heirlooms and machete of high quality, it could be that he can find out the exact problem of Keris Garuda Puspa or even fix it there.

“If your heirloom has a problem, you can fix it in our college.” Djimas answered after Kala explained the problem, although the explanation was not detailed. “We have the best forging in the whole Signing, the blacksmith there also have high science.”

Kala nodded in satisfaction before sheathing her dagger again.

“Sorry, Kala, but where did you get that support?” Djimas pointed at the honement that Kala held, he felt strange because Kala did not carry a bag at all.

He scratched his back head. “My wife is like a friend for me. So I always tuck a nice hunk in my shirt bag. Is there a problem, Djimas?”

Djimas shook his head quickly. “No, certainly not. I beg you from here, Kala.” Then he retreated and went back to where his friends were.

Kala kept the honeys back in the interspatial ring in his pocket, then breathed a sigh of relief.