Last Descendants Infinix

Eps. 49 Fisherman Rescue

In his mind crossed the little girl always accompanied him when others did not want to accompany him. One by one the memories of the little girl sprung up in his memory.

The memories appear randomly in no order. Only an effective moment appeared in his memory.

“Maybe you won't see me again. Take good care of yourself. Don't look for me..” The girl smiled at him and kept the sadness that remained visible from his eyes.

“Don't go... don't go..hey back....” shouted Dirga asked the girl and pulled her, but she suddenly disappeared.

Dirga then sat down and found himself in a bamboo house with bandages wrapped in wounds on his chest.

One day earlier in the afternoon,

An old fisherman was throwing a net into a calm blue sea. The middle-aged man with some white hair growing on his head turned the boat back on him after finding the net he had spread only contained a few fish.

“What's more than can't at all. Tomorrow can find again.” he said entertaining himself while putting the fish caught in a bucket filled with fish only half, unlike usual who came home carrying three buckets full of fish.

The fisherman held the paddle and sat down. There was a wind coming out of his two hands that moved the paddle and made the boat move forward with that force.

Accidentally the middle-aged man turned to the right side and found the blood-red water.

“Who is it... Animal or human ?” look for the body of an injured animal or human body that may be injured.

The fisherman then turned his boat towards the blood-red water and traced it. Three meters from the location he saw something floating. When it comes closer, it is the human body.

“Jesus man..”.

The fisherman then went into the water and transported the body to his boat. He checked his veins.

“Thank God this child is still alive, even though his pulse is weak.” said the fisherman checked the condition of the body he found just now. He saw a stab wound on the right chest. After that he drained a bit of his strength which made the young man's face pale and very cold his body turned to normal temperature.

“Thank God, son, you're safe. It's not your vital organs that are injured. So I can still help you.” said the withered fisherman turned his boat back towards where it should be and ran the boat.

Soon they arrived at a small house. The house measures 4 x 4 meters. Made of yellow bamboo. Although small, the house is clean, neat and comfortable to live in.

The fisherman immediately laid Dirga's body onto the bed. He then cleaned the wound on his body and wrapped it with a bandage. He also made medicine to be taken when he was conscious.

“You're awake, son..?” said the fisherman who had just entered the room after coming out of the kitchen with a drink.

“Mr...the father who saved me?” said Dirga immediately sat up and doth feel the pain in his chest while looking at the smiling middle-aged man in front of him.

“Iya..my name is Tantrayana. What's your name young man ?” ask him while handing over a bowl of medicine to Dirga.

“Drink... It's medicine. You also have internal injuries. In the next three days you will recover.”

“Thank you Mr. Tantrayana.thank you for helping me. I don't know what my fate would be if there were no Father. My name is Dirga.. I owe it to you..” while remembering a name just now. The name was no stranger to him.

“The name of the Father is similar to the name of a king who was popular in his day. His name is similar, King Tantrayana. Did you maybe..” he said after successfully remembering the name he had read from ancient history books.

“Oh... I think it's just a name resemblance, son. I did not expect anyone to still know that ancient story in this age.” smiled slightly and tried to shift the subject.

Once upon a time there was a king named King Tantrayana. He was a wise and powerful king in the country of Comoros. One of his strengths was that he could control all the animals and obey his orders.

One day he disappeared after a great disaster struck his kingdom. He disappeared without his body and no one knew of his condition after saving his people from the massive tsunami that struck at the time.

“Do not hesitate so son... how the story you can get injured and fall into the sea ?” tanyanya.

Dirga then recounted the beginning of the incident when he began to look for firewood in the forest Hamakua, Hamakua, then separated from his friend and until caught by the demon army and until finally he could be injured on the man sitting nearby.

“Then get some rest so you recover. Only later can you return to the forest.” he said then stood up and left Dirga to rest.

Dirga re-spread his body. He felt his energy had already recovered 70%. It was enough for him with the energy he had now to heal his wounds.

“I should recover soon. I need to get well soon. I can't stay here long. I have to be back soon..”.

He closed his eyes and placed his left hand on his right chest. He focused and started concentrating his energy on the wound then started reiki. After feeling somewhat better, he immediately stopped the reiki and went back to sleep as much as his energy drained.

The next few hours Mr. Tantrayana came in to change his bandages. He saw Dirga fast asleep, but he kept opening his bandages slowly. How shocked he was to see that the previously gaping wound had closed tightly in just a matter of hours and it had dried up.

“What happened ?I just saw something like this this this this time. This type of wound will usually heal within a month. This kid is no ordinary person. Who is he ?” ask him while changing and pairing the cloth to wrap his wound.

As he bandaged the wound, he saw the child's body glow and a symbol appeared in the middle of his chest.

“Symbol what is this...this is a symbol..” he said grew surprised to see the ancient symbol that in the blink of an eye then disappeared when he touched it.

“Pak Tantrayana He woke up feeling that someone was touching his chest.

“You wake up..” finish bandaging Dirga's wounds.

“Your wounds almost healed when I changed the bandages. But rest first so that your body will recover soon.” see Dirga sitting down.

“Pak thank you for helping me. Thank you, I owe it to you. But I have to get back. I want to go back now..” he replied then stood up and rushed out.

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