Ganjen Swordsman

Refusing to Accept Teachers

It was rather difficult to also explain to Mirah Duri who asked who the beautiful maiden of the Auction Shaman was?

At first Mirah Duri thought the beautiful girl was the Fairy Queen of Afternoon. But his own little heart was worried, because the little heart admitted that even though the Queen of Afternoon Fairy was the most beautiful woman according to the view of Mirah Duri, but the reality is still less beautiful than the common woman grandma kempot earlier.

“She's another natural dweller,” is just that Pandu Puber replied when asked.

“A type of demon or fairy, so?” the Urk Mirah Duri.

“Entailah, you better not talk about the woman. I'm confused.”

Of course confused, because in front of a girl like Mirah Duri, the Romantic Swordsman is very clumsy to say that Dian Ayu Dayen is an angel who will become his wife.

It was only to the angel that the Romantic Swordsman was allowed to mate by his father. Her marriage to Dian Ayu Dayen is what will bring them to heaven.

“His formula he shadowed me always,” thought the Romantic Swordsman in his musings.

“She once said, ‘Find me among the beauties that spread around you. I was among them’. Apparently in such a way I was tested to distinguish which would-be wife who would-be victims of love. Ah, it's so unique that the love of heaven's citizens. But honestly I admit, she is beautiful and excites my spirit. How hard is it to find himself? Okay, if he's my soul mate, I still have to pursue it anyway. Masa’ is Pendekar Ganjen unable to conquer an angel as beautiful as him? Hmmmm…. Watch out later if I catch it, you've got lips, Non!”

Suddenly there was the sound of an insider greeting whimpering,

“Hoi, hoi...please dong this leg of mine! Wow…! The pain is not playing!”

Loan Iron turned out to be increasingly unable to walk. How to walk if one leg swells like an elephant's leg. Let alone be touched, blown by the wind only the pain reaches the crown. Surprisingly such wounds did not manage to be healed with the pure air of Loan Iron himself.

Pendekar Ganjen approached Loan Besi, then used the style of ‘Hawa Bening’ to heal the wound. In an instant only the legs that swell as big as the elephant's legs began to deflate. The rotten blue color faded little by little.

“Other times don't confess-me as my teacher. You'll get hurt yourself if you still claim to be my teacher. It's not me who harmed you, but someone else who will woe Ki Loan Iron!”

“Puber Guide, no matter how high your knowledge, you still need a guide. Your science would be perfect again if coupled with my devotion. Because my science is second to none. So happy!”

Mirah Duri laughed.

“If it is powerful why can't beat Dukun Auction?”

“There are some moves I forgot. But now I remember again. If now that the Auction Shaman appears again in any form, I will surely finish to wail for mercy on me.”

Romantic Swordsman smiled faintly.

“Already Ki Loan Iron…. Better go find another student. Don't force me to be your student. I still don't need a teacher for now. Maybe someday, one day, if I need a teacher you'll call me.”

“If you don't need a teacher, fine. But you need a servant, a Romantic Swordsman. Take me as your servant. There's no harm, really. Not paid is also okay, as long as it is fed well every day and can be a private house and furniture complete.”

Having a hard time resisting Loan Besi's insistence, Pandu Puber finally said,

“Look, catch the Lelang Shaman alive, then I will make you my servant, Ki Loan Iron!”

“True....?!” Loan Iron excited.

“Ya, right! Already there go, find the Auction Shaman and capture him then face me!”

“Good, I say goodbye, prospective student!” and Loan Iron also darted out of the place with great enthusiasm.

“Let until your udel bust will not be able to catch an angel as beautiful as Dian Ayu Dayen. You think the science is superficial?”

Pendekar Ganjen returned his attention to Mirah Duri. His smile bloomed throughout the look of his face. Mirah Duri threw away her face because she did not want to be shocked by the charm that shook her heart. Hurriedly the girl shifted the atmosphere by recounting the fight between Kala Babak and the Fairy Queen Afternoon.

Grief in the heart of Pandu Puber apply on the surface of his handsome face. The face of the grandfather when he likes to joke with him. The grief almost made Pendekar Ganjen lose his weight.

The shadow of his dream in the middle hut of the rice field reappeared. Only now did the Pendekar Ganjen know what his dream meant at that time.

“Switch Demon….?! O, yes...was as I recall grandfather once mentioned the name of the Sword of Demon,” PanduPuber said while recalling his past.

“Clap your thighs once, and the sword will emerge from your feet!” mirah Duri taught me how to take the sword.

“What is so right?” thought Pandu was a bit of a doubt.

But then he proved the words of Mirah Duri by stepping on his left thigh once.

Plaque….!

Look at his left leg, but no sword or weapon appears.

“Not the left foot, but the right foot!” Mirah Duri explained.

Plaque…!

Right thighs are slapped.

Zlaapp…!

Suddenly Pandu Puber's hand grasped a golden yellow sword ornate heart shape. The sword eyes were still immersed in that leg. Pandu Puber was shocked, then pulled out the sword slowly. The eyes of the sword appear as if out of the skin and flesh of the foot.

Seelp…!

Wuuttt's…!

The sword was completely removed. The sword eyes emitted a purple radiance that amazed the eyes of the owner himself.

Pandu Puber's sorrowful face vanished, there was only a radiant face looking at the sword. A smile of pride also blooms on the lips of Mirah Duri. He felt grateful because his clarity turned out to have evidence.

“That's great this sword!” pandu Puber said as if talking to himself. Mirah Duri replied,

“That was your grandfather King Jin Kala Babak!”

Then Pandu's heart began to be touched with novelty again. He greeted the sword,

“Kek….! Can you hear my voice, Cake?” Then there was an answer in the form of a whispering voice, only Pandu himself heard it, just like the whispering voice of Dian Ayu Dayen that could not be heard by others earlier.

“I hear your voice, My granddaughter!”