Flying Umbrella Swordsman

Sukma The Father

Adijaya was about to remove the clasp of the land, but it turns out that Jerangkong Koneng tribe was lifted itself into the air and then vanished into the wind.

"Already in the softest realm, but still ungrateful!" padmasari is upset.

Adijaya and Padmasari immediately stepped into the fourth gate. In a few steps they were immediately alert, it might just be possible to face the oddity again.

And it turned out to be true, in front of them lay a very wide abyss with a depth that could not be measured because it did not look basic.

Not because of the many sharp rocks that protrude on the cliff, but because there is a sea of fire as far as the eye can see. From where Adijaya stood, it felt very hot.

"It looks like it needs another bridge!" adijaya said, actually an order for his companion.

Padmasari immediately shook his hands after casting the spell. An invisible straight bridge was already attached to their front end. Both of them stepped on the bridge.

Their bodies feel roasted maybe even burned if they do not channel the cold as thick as possible to protect themselves.

"Is this what Candradimuka Crater is called?" adijaya.

"It's definitely not, it's just an illusion but it's real!"

"Illusions but real, weird!"

Looking ahead, this bridge seemed endless. These two different creatures of nature run to get to the end. However, I don't know how much distance they have traveled yet to see the end.

When looking back also no longer seen the end. They keep running sometimes using the science of lightening the body. It's like in dreamland. Running continues without end.

But Adijaya is sure, there is a beginning there must be an end. It's still softened nature. It is not the realm of immortality where all creatures return to face the creator.

"Can you fly with an umbrella, but stay on the bridge?" adijaya asked his thoughts.

"Originally no more than one spear of his height!"

"Why didn't you say that?"

"I guess it's short!"

Then Adijaya pulled Padmasari's waist, embracing it strongly. Next they flew with the Flying Umbrella at the height of no more than one spear.

Finally, after a fast speed, the end of this bridge is already visible in front of the eyes. Within a few moments they had successfully crossed the abyss of the sea of fire. The twenty spears in front looked to the fifth gate.

There were five figures also guarding this gate. Adijaya's heart skipped a beat. One guess came to his mind. They were no strangers to him. Step by step it feels long.

Padmasari saw the change in the face of his employer. It seems like the five gatekeepers were people who had been close to Adijaya during his lifetime.

True Adijaya's guess, did not miss at all. They are the Five Begal Cakrageni. The band of robbers led by Gandara, Adijaya's father.

"Who are they?" Padmasari clearly doesn't know.

"They are the Five Begal Cakrageni my father led!"

Padmasari choked, it deserves Adijaya's face so different.

"Control the Juragan's emotions, they remain in Jurig Kaladetya's control. They don't recognize themselves!"

True, Adijaya came not to fight, but to save them. He remembered the final moments of his father's life. Gandara realized and regretted his actions. You could say the father had repented before he breathed his last.

Five sticks poke at five targets. Adijaya jumps while spinning flicking Flying Umbrella. The five ends of the stick meet under the feet. At that moment a wave of energy slammed into the five faces of the opponent.

Wush!

Gandara and his friends took a few steps. However, they nimbly attacked back while Adijaya was still floating in the air.

The swordsman was late to withstand his subtle body weight, as a result of which two stick punctures hit his waist and shoulder. The other three can still be paraded by umbrellas.

"Ukh!"

It felt really sick like a rough body that was hit by it. Furthermore, Adijaya was bothered with the attack of five opposing sticks whose movement was very fast.

Adijaya channel the magic air so that the movement is more agile again. Not forgetting he used a wide variety of energy changes to be able to keep up with the opponent.

Not just an umbrella. The energy that filled the air in that place was harnessed into a shield. Not only using hands that did not hold an umbrella, but also both feet he could use.

This is another new thing created by Adijaya, sourced from the book of Hyang Sajati. Gradually, he was finally able to keep up with his five opponents. Now he's thinking of a way to release the gusset.

As was done to the twin grandmother, Adijaya incar one of the opponents. Urge one person while surviving the other four. Until he managed to get his wand.

Sett!

Adijaya's bare hands are aiming for the shoulder. Once he can directly pull and rotate so that it becomes the shield of the other four opponents. Unfortunately, what he got was not his father.

As he remembered the breadfruit that is now in his grip is called Darpa. He quickly pulled the object attached to the nape of Darpa, then kicked it forward.

Bret down! Duk!

Buhul detached, Darpa tribe staggered forward to be targeted by four ends of the stick making it bounce back to fall backward.

No matter the figure of Darpa lying, four other tribesmen advanced to attack Adijaya. In a few moments the young man was in a siege again.

Adijaya is back after one of them. No matter who is the first target, whether the father or not is important, everything must be saved.

That's how this time Adijaya got Kuntala, he was rescued Birawayaksa so that he escaped death. He was the last member of Begal Cakrageni to be killed by Praba Arum a few months later after the death of his father.

From this he guessed, perhaps his father was also one of Birawayaksa's students. In association with Ganggasara. Only Ganggasara did not join as a robber, but instead became an official in the kingdom of Agrabinta.

Once Kuntala is free, it is now Wikarta's turn to be targeted. The less the opponent the easier Adijaya moves. In a short time the gusset at the nape of Wikarta has come off.

Next Sarkawi was freed not long after the Wikarta tribe flew and vanished in the air. And lastly his father. Like the others, once the gusset was removed, his robe turned white. His face looks bright.

Adijaya hopes to talk to her father even a little. He saw Gandara still kneeling, and finally he knelt in front of his father's tribe.

"Dad proud of you, son!" gandara said as he looked at the face of his now-grown son. He left when he was thirteen.

"May you be calm here in nature." If only this was his rough body, his pair of eyes would have been glazed over. All that was revealed was a touched face.

Quite an exhilarating encounter even in the softest realms.

"Thank you, your name is now fragrant in goodness. I'm so happy to hear that, Adijaya!"