Legend of the Swordsman Rama Parvati

Nyi Sannaha

Sorry for being late. For that, I made a pretty long part. Reaching the 1900s words. Without this introduction.

Never judge someone just because of their outward appearance. Although the outward appearance still contributes to the assessment.

Nyi Sannaha was not what Loka Hita had imagined. A tall woman, with the authority of a high-ranking warrior. In fact, he was like a beggar or maybe, a vagrant.

The old woman with all her hair was already bleached. A bent back and a stick in the hand. Pretty black skin with clear-looking wrinkles. Clothes with a few patches.

The residence is a vast cave with a mouth at the base of the lake. The cave is hidden by the base plant of the lake and a very strong inner power fortress.

"Hehehehe. Apparently my guest has come," he greeted after White greeted.

"Thank you for accepting us, Nyi," White returned in honor.

Nyi Sannaha chuckled softly. Show off teeth that have started to date. "Don't be too formal, White. Just call Grandma. Comein! I'm tired of standing here."

"Do I have to come, Grandma?"

Nyi Sannaha chuckled again, then shook his head. "Just this ayu girl. You must have been waiting for a lot of people."

White saluted before turning around and leaving.

"Well, Princess Ratri, come on!"

Ratri Parvati [Loka Hita] simply complies. He was sure, behind the appearance of Nyi Sannaha who was very far from the impression of a swordsman, great power was.

After walking with the help of a lightening of the body, they arrived at the inside of the cave. A large room, with a few holes on top. From those holes, the sunlight illuminated the cave, without a drop of well water entering. On the walls of the cave, several glittering stones were embedded. The stones absorb sunlight during the day and emit a beautiful light at night. It's really brighter and more beautiful than just a torch or fire.

Nyi Sannaha invited Ratri Parvati to sit on a flat stone in the middle of the room. Walk slowly down one of the holes. Moved his hands quickly, and turned again towards Ratri Parvati.

"You're really talented in canoeing, son. Just like your grandparents. Only, your heart is still too dark to be a true swordsman.

In contrast to your brother, Rama Wangi. His heart is much cleaner. But his cantorial ability is still too shallow to compare to your grandparents."

Ratri just kept quiet, listening carefully to Nyi Sannaha's words. For some reason, every word of the ascetic was filled with an indescribable charm. Makes the listener listen, without interrupting.

"I know, you're looking for the Black Wing Ki. You want to finish off that bad old man. But Ratri, why don't you ask your heart, why did you kill him?! A grudge? The hatred? Vanity? Or what?"

Ratri. Nyi Sannaha was right, he was simply obeying emotions and feelings. He did not even know the main reason for killing the Black Wing Ki.

"Ratri, your job now is not to kill the Black Wing Ki again. There's a more important task."

Ratri raised his gaze. Looking at Nyi Sannaha curiously. Another assignment?!

"Help Rama Wangi to find the enemy who is hiding in the palace Nala Pura. The matter of the Black Wings Ki," Nyi Sannaha let out a long sigh, "i'm sure there's a special time for you to fight it."

"Why does Nyi know about me?" Ratri Parvati could not help but be curious anymore.

Nyi Sannaha chuckled, it seemed like he would rather laugh than smile. "Wind to send word. Water tells us many things. But not everyone can listen, son."

Furthermore, Ratri Parvati gained a lot of learning and information from Nyi Sannaha. Nyi Sannaha was apparently one of the teachers of Pendekar Mahabala and Adminent Gayatri. In fact, one of Prabu Garuda Rahma's late teachers was his student as well. His age is over a hundred years old. There's been too much of what he's been through.

At that moment, Nyi Sannaha ordered Ratri Parvati to meditate in the cave. And will only finish on orders from him. Ratri Parvati according to all obedience. He wants to clean his heart. After Nala Pura's daughter dissolved in meditation, Nyi Sannaha left the cave. There are some people he should meet.

It's time to get back into the martial world. There is a promise to be fulfilled.

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Elsewhere, Arya Wira and Laras stop on a branching road. They will separate, continue their journey.

"Thank you, Nandana. This time it was fun."

"There's no need to thank you, Baras. Take good care of yourself!"

"Of course, Nandana. I hope we meet again." The barrel is pounding the horse, taking the left path.

"Come, Uncle Jaka!" Arya Wira also thrashed her horse, taking the right side road.

Arya Wira had just gotten word from Angga Perak, one of the duchies in the far north had just been attacked by robbers.

"We need to get there. Aid forces from nearby areas could not defeat all the robbers. They can only reduce the number of casualties and losses. Though, they were just a bunch of ordinary robbers."

Two horses speeding up, Arya Wira has often passed the road that she passed while still a student in the field of Sedayu. There was a shortcut, but it had to pass through a dense forest and two neutral paddocks before the duchy. The forest is no big deal. The bigger problem is, when two spies choose to help the robbers. Arya Wira's anxiety is not unreasonable. Because, it is very strange that an ordinary band of robbers is difficult to be conquered by the royal army assisted by warriors. Except, there was another group with great strength that helped.

On the way, Arya Wira took the time to train three levels. Also the thirteen powers study. Also maximize the moves of Sedayu. Do not forget to always monitor Pitaloka (with the help of shadow soldiers). And also the state of the palace (with the help of Uncle Jalak and Aunt Selasih).

Like Arya Wira's anxiety. Two of the men were apparently subject to the robbers. Both leaders sided with the troublemaker. The disciples of two paddockan had already blocked the main road to the village.

"Give me your treasure if you want to survive!"

Arya Wira laughed, "Aren't you from a neutral party? Since when did the paraphernalia rob the wanderers?!"

"It's none of your business!"

"I thought you were working with rampant robbers."

The students looked at each other. Without thinking much, they attacked Arya Wira. Uncle Jaka has been away from the area since.

A fight is inevitable, though it can be expected eventually. The disciples of the store had to accept the pain of falling to the ground. They must also suffer the wounds of the sword of their enemies. Of course, Arya Wira won a landslide. Not a single blow from his enemies hit his body.

"Uncle Jaka, come on!" Arya Wira immediately jumped up, back on the horse. And drove straight.

Arya Wira chose to rotate two padepokan. He did not want his time wasted in dealing with them before reaching the village. At the village gate, the fight had already happened. The band of robbers - with the help of two paraphernalia, attacked the soldiers and three royal warriors - with the help of some of the people.

Wuussshhhh

Arya Wira immediately jumped while hitting with a deep energy to the ground. The ground shook, making both camps jump backwards. All attention was paid to Arya Wira who was still in the air.

Sreekk

Arya Wira's feet tread in front of her people. His eyes stared hard at the attackers. The sword was clasped tightly in the right hand.

"I guess neutral shoes have more dignity. Turns out, they're nothing more than hungry robbers."

"Only one who hates to see oppression. You better give up and repent than float."

"Sweety!" one of the elders spit out, "Just son! You're the one who gave up, you were a kid yesterday afternoon!"

Arya Wira smiled cynically, "That's better than you guys who already smell the ground!"

"Silence**n!!" After clumping, the higher-ups of the plank attacked armed with long spears.

Tringggg

Spears and swords were drenched in energy, bumping into each other in the air. Arya Wira's left hand immediately unleashed a punch towards the opponent's head. The opponent could dodge, but made the spear grip somewhat weakened. The opportunity was used well by Arya Wira to slash the sword.

The fight now only happens between two people. Arya Wira and padepokan elders. Everyone chooses to stay away from the area, avoiding any inner exertion that may have been misdirected.

The ten light sword. Third part. Arya Wira's sword moves agilely full of power. Sometimes it is a fatal point. A moment later his sword attack deceived. The movement of the sword that flowed like water, but was sturdy and tightly grasped in the hands like a mountain.

His opponent was very keen to serve the Arya Wira movement. Many times the sword he could not avoid. Several times a punch of profound power landed on his body. While the attack had nothing at all hit Arya Wira. Even if it just makes a wound.

Crashhhh

This sabetan is no longer inevitable. Arya Wira's sword successfully scratched the wounds on the right and left arms. Making the spear can not be grasped firmly anymore.

"Teacher!"

Some students rushed to meet. Arya Wira chose silence and let the disciples help their teacher.

"Groan!!" Excited one of the students.

The five disciples that were burning flames of anger immediately advanced. Arya Wira just smiled as she tightened her sword grip. However, the disciples had not yet reached Arya Wira, a whirlwind blew them away.

"The base knows no self-limits! They even want to die!" Someone grumbled from a distance.

All attention is on the person approaching. A woman with an ugly skin mask covering her face. Walk with a beautiful carved wooden stick. His red shirt fluttered in the wind.

"You don't know yourself!" scared again. "You don't know who your opponent is, huh?!"

"I know," replied someone who had just arrived. The old man in the robes was a typical elder of the padepokan. Behind him, an old man followed. Also in the robe of an elder. Only, the pattern of the two robes describes two different pieces.

"Our respect, Gusti Prabu," the two saluted although still quite far from Arya Wira.

"Prabbit?!" suddenly, everyone stared at each other, shocked and confused.

"Pardon us who have neglected to look after the disciples so as to help the robbers" one of the old men explained.

"We've been gone since four days ago to look for resources. We didn't expect our students to betray us and our own country."

Arya Wira smiled and nodded, "I guess the two of you have switched direction. My greetings, Mr. Green Agni and Mr. Maruta."

"We haven't changed, Gusti Prabu. Our traitorous disciples, Gusti Prabu. We'll definitely punish them." Agni Green saluted again.

"What punishment will you give?"

Agni Green and Maruta looked at each other. Maruta who chose to answer, "They will take care of these robbers. Please consent Gusti Prabu."

"All right, I agree. However, let the few people I trust help at once be witnesses."

"Daulat, Gusti Prabu."

Hearing that, the robbers who were in place immediately ran over. Maruta and Green Agni immediately snapped at the disciples, ordering them to give chase.

"Our respect, Gusti Prabu. Forgive us for not being able to recognize Gusti Prabu." one of the leaders of the soldiers immediately rested. Followed by the people and soldiers. Three royal warriors saluted.

"Where are the others?"

"They're at the village hall, Gusti Prabu. The four warriors and Demang guarded them and would help if at any time had to flee."

"Duke? He's not helping here?"

"We've sent word to the Duke, but he hasn't been here yet, Gusti Prabu."

"He was helping another village that was also attacked by robbers" replied the masked woman.

Arya Wira turned her head, her face was quite curious.

"There's business that Prabu has to do. Prabu can check the people first. I'm waiting for Prabu near the forest."

At the end of the sentence, the masked woman was already bouncy. Go with a very high body weight. Leaving everyone with the same one question: who is he?!

"It's this?!" Arya Wira called out to the woman who was leaning on the tree branch. He had finished examining the people and sent word to the Silver Angga. And now, it's on the edge of the requested forest. It had been a while since he had been looking for the masked woman.

"You're making me tired of waiting, Nandana!"

"Nandana?!" Arya Wira frowned.

The masked woman jumped off the branch, then laughed. "That's the name you introduced with Laras, isn't it?!"

"Who is Nini really?!"

"This?! Oh, I forgot to take off this mask!" grunts. His hands moved agilely, making a self-wrapping whirlwind. As the whirlwind subsided, Arya Wira and Uncle Jaka glared in disbelief.

There, there were no more masked women in red. There are, women hunchback in their perfunctory clothes and patched like beggars. Wrinkles on the face and hair that is entirely white enough to state that he is no longer young.

"Hehehe" he chuckled softly, "shocked huh?! I am old. It was just a prank."

"Who is Nyi really?"

"People used to call me Nyi Sannaha. My real name is like your mother."

"Sannaha Ny?! Really true?"