Get Down From Khayangan
Hanbo Instructions
Seeing the man's worries and facial expressions, she asks Kang to eat one of the meals on the table. Demusa also enjoyed the food once in a while turned to the terrible pond. He only finished two dishes of food and three steeping cups of tea. As he was about to move to help Kang finish the table, his stick and sword fell down and Hanbo sat back on the chair. He looked at his sword. As she was about to grab the sword, Demusa snatched it tightly and placed it on her waist.
He took the money out of his pocket and put it on the table. Thinking no answer or result came in that place then he bid farewell to both.
“Master, tell me where did you get that sword from?” ask Hanbo.
“Mistress, my question has not been answered. Oh yes earlier introduce my name Demusa.”
“I'm Hanbo and this is my escort keeper Kang. Quickly tell me from where can master have that sword?”
“This is my ancestral sword."
“But, why can he pull out a flash of light from__”
“Mistress, preferably mistress break. Let me welcome our guests.”
“Kang, my hunch says this man has a relationship with the king of the white dragon. Look at the engraving on his sword” whispered Hanbo.
“Then madam just tell me honestly.”
They sat facing the blood-red pool, looking at the sad face of the woman looking at him. Demusa waited for Hanbo's answer to her question. The woman turned her head showing a small dragon-carved bracelet that was the same as Demusa's pedal. The man took the sword closer to the bracelet, carving a very similar shape he frowned paying attention to the two again.
“If you question the swordsman then he is gone.”
“What did the lady say? So what does this bracelet have to do with my sword?”
“Before you should know, you only have two questions. The whole world of a group of people who wanted to ask me only had two questions and two answers. Now the question of the lord is left one only.”
“Hanbo, tell me is there no hope of finding a master swordsman who can help me masterfully play sword and martial arts?”
“You can find it even though the warrior you're looking for is gone. But are you ready for the terms?”
“Yes, whatever the terms I must do.”
“Give your sword.”
Hearing the answer from the woman, Demusa immediately grabbed her staff walking limp away from the place. Hanbo chased until he forgot to use his power to fly right in front of Demusa.
“Who are you really? Are you a demon or a demon?”
“I am a witch who knows very well the white dragon engraved on your sword.”
“Just you can answer all the questions of people from all corners of the earth.”
“Master demusa don't misunderstand me first, I've been looking for the sword for hundreds of years to return myself to meet the king of the white dragon. Look at this red pool, don't you think it's not ordinary water but my own blood? Every day I put a bracelet in the water that contains a spell but there is no result. Until I saw the glow of hope glint from your sword.”
Hanbo told Demusa that he was dripping with mana while holding Demua's sword in his hand. His desire to obtain Demusa's sword was between two choices within the secret destiny of the heavens. Between reuniting with the white dragon king or his tribe melted the substitutes for all sins and his denial defied the will of the heavens.
“Then are you sorry if it turns out you're even gone?”
“No Demusa, I've been tired of waiting until now, occupying this fake body is not what I want. He should have been quiet resting in the resting place.”
Demusa gave her sword, although she went home empty-handed at least she had also faced in a difficult position and got the help of Zeus. Hanbo's teary-eyed bead saw the good man before him giving his most precious treasure to a stranger. He did not seem to think the figure of the woman before him was telling the truth or lying.
He came home empty-handed. Hanbo felt sorry to see that big-hearted limp guy. He bewitched a prosthetic leg then hooked it right on Demusa's right foot. Pri who was not used to using fake legs very heavy make him fall down to burn his face on the sand.
“Ahhh!”
“Demusa, you should be able to get used to that leg. Didn't you go to the palace?” shout Hanbo.
The man turned his face away; “My hope has been destroyed even I have to fight hard back in three days through this barren desert.”
“Stay focused on following the direction of the moon and sun then in one day you will get to your destination. Once again thank you for your sword this” cried Hanbo.
Unknowingly in his right hand was a book wrapped around his hand and a book with leaves similar to Hanbo's. Demusa released a twisting of the root of the leaves on the book. He opened the book.
The first sheet contains the names of the greatest warriors in history.
The second sheet is about the ins and outs and their achievement of gaining martial arts.
The next sheet contains a painting.
He opened the next book, a script he did not understand.
“What book is this? I just want to learn martial arts.”
Demusa threw away the book, but the root of the leaves connected the book back to her hand. He took the book off, threw it away. The book was again linked in his hands. Realizing that not all the sheets had been opened, he took off his prosthetic leg sitting on top of the highest sand dune and opened the last sheet.
Magic studies martial arts. Oddities in the book read it a backwards sheet corresponding to the first page near the book cover. One by one every movement he learned, without feeling he had already passed two nights above the desert. The world's desire was only to focus on training the movements, even though with his bare hands he was focusing as if he was holding a sword in his hand. He still remembered the size and heavy burden on his dragon carving sword.
Until the third day, a small root winding and some green foliage were still attached to his hand. As long as he did not discard or intend to separate the book then the book would not be back wrapped in his hands.
The rest of the game will be tomorrow but he's missing the travel time to get there. Given the words of Hanbo, the distance to the destination by following the direction of the moon or sun. Looking up at the sky, dusk sank the sun and the moon shone waiting for a few hours in between the sandstorm that night.
“What should I do?”
He put on a prosthetic leg chasing the twilight sun with his slightly limped leg forcing a run until the sun disappeared. Without feeling he was already in half the journey of the royal territory market.
