Love Swordsman

Rubby Fayes

Rubby Fayes walks in the darkness of the night with a walking stick and the sound of crickets accompanying him.

Eits, but the stick is not just any stick. The wand was also a sword that did at first glance look like a stick. It is the legacy of his teacher, Haw Fayes.

"Aaa, help!"

Rubby gasped at the screams of someone running towards him. The girl who was screaming fell right in front of him.

"Sir, thank goodness there's someone here. Sir, please save me. They're trying to rob me." The girl pulled the edge of her shirt.

"Who are you? don't try to interfere if you don't want the consequences." Threaten one of the men from the robber gang.

The girl looked up. "Master, please. They ... have ruffled my warehouse. And ... they have even ... hurt me." The girl stammered. Rubby Fayes was convinced that the girl was really being hurt heard from her unstable breath and stammering speech.

"I never interfere in people's business." Rubby Fayes is leaving. However, the girl held back the tip of her shirt and pleaded.

"Hey, blind man! see what's here? leave now! the blind man who walks away still with the help of a cane, you better not interfere." Shouted one of the men taunting him, followed by his laughing accomplice friends.

Rubby Fayes moved his head towards the girl who was getting weaker. "I'll take this girl with me. Whoever gets in my way, dies." His mouth is full of emphasis.

The robber plots returned laughing. "Hahaha, a blind man like you wants to duel with us? hey blind man, we give you a chance to leave now. At least you can come back alive. Rather than have to die at our hands."

"Come, Miss. Follow me!" pinta Rubby doesn't care. The girl hesitated. He shook his head, forbidding Rubby from acting recklessly.

"Please don't risk your own life to help me, sir." Slowly follow. He doesn't want Rubby in danger just to help him. What's more, Rubby is a man who can't see.

"Because you asked me to help you, I will help you no matter what." Rubby's Chuckle.

"Don't .. "the girl dropped her head to the ground. He fainted because he was too weak.

"Miss, Miss!" Rubby tried to call the girl who no longer replied.

"If this girl isn't saved soon, she'll die." His inner.

A gang of robbers approached to attack Rubby and retake the girl.

Rubby opened his sword and stuck it on the ground. The ground instantly shook from the thrust of his sword.

The plotters were surprised. Slowly, they chose to retreat. They saw Rubby's sword still on the ground.

"You ... Rubby Fayes?" asked one of the men after examining his face. Their faces instantly turned deathly pale. "A .. forgive us, Swordsman." Panicked them.

Rubby stepped closer. They ran straight away. He wanted to chase them, however, remembering the girl who had to be saved immediately.

He approached the girl and slowly, both of his hands raised the weak body of the girl and left from there.

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Kiara opened the window when morning had come. He stretched his muscles enjoying the view and the atmosphere of the morning. Her eyes caught Hansa across the street who was also opening her own window.

"Mr Hansa!" Kiara stepped out of the room and approached Hansa's room window from outside.

"Good morning, Mr. Hansa. Did you sleep well last night?" kiara Sok familiar as a good partner. Hansa just nodded briefly. He looked back to dream something.

Kiara smiled as she held her stomach. "Mr Hansa is really sensitive. I am already hungry. Let's get some food!" bring him.

Hansa nodded and immediately walked out of the room. "Come on!" Kiara held onto Hansa's arm and headed to the market.

Hansa brushed off Kiara's hand that was holding her. "Miss Kiara, please take care of your attitude." Reprovedly. Kiara ruffled waist.

"Don't be too confident. I'm like this for our mission." Kiara. "Aren't you afraid people will think we're lovers?" nagel Hansa's.

"That's actually better. We better look like lovers than look like partners. Because it would be too conspicuous if the enemy paid attention to us." Kiara's papar makes sense.

Hansa just shut up and resigned. Lazy arguing with that shitty girl. "Why are you carrying a sword?" ask Kiara suddenly. "I'm used to carrying a sword everywhere." Answer Hansa briefly.

"That kind of thing will make the enemy wary. Enemies can know right away that you're here to find them. Because look, of all the people here, only you carry a sword." Kiara's advice again.

"I've already calculated that. I am the number three. I am free to act covertly or openly." Clearly Hansa was arrogant. "Again, not carrying a weapon at all is also wrong." Insinuations.

"I brought it." Kiara pulled out the tip of her pointy dagger, which she placed in her pocket.

"Oh yeah, by the way, your way of speaking should be changed." Kiara said suddenly.

"Which way of speaking should I change?" Hansa's confused. Kiara winks a prickly eye. He held onto Hansa's arm tightly. "Here we are lovers. So, you should use the word 'me' . Not 'me' ." Kiara.

"I noticed from earlier, it seems like you've always been a smart ass." He looked at Kiara who was just laughing. "I'm just advising you as a partner, not to use the word 'me' again. But wear 'me' . The objection.

Hansa kept Kiara's hand away from her arm. It's up to me." The answer goes ahead of Kiara.

"Hey, what did you say? I told you to wear 'me'. Not 'me'. Kiara ran after Hansa.

"They don't look suspicious, sir." Say a black-robed person to his superior who is also wearing the same patterned robe as him.

The boss squinted his eyes. "Stay watch over them."

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Rubby still held the injured girl in his hands under the moonlight and the flickering star as his lamp.

He stopped as his sharp ears heard some horses stopping right in front of him.

"Ckckck, Swordsman Rubby Fayes. Swordsman number two among the Legend of the Seven Swordsmen. Since when can a Swordsman like you bring a girl?" one of the four people who blocked him.

"It's none of your business." Rubby's cold. The four people looked at him furiously. "Rubby, we've kindly greeted you, but you answered us arrogantly." Angered one of the men who carried a pointed sword in his hand.

"A proud man like you, you'd better die." Said the other man. They each prepared the weapons they were carrying.

Rubby moved his head towards the girl he was holding. Make sure the girl is not disturbed.

Being challenged by many people was already a very ordinary thing for him. Because according to him, it was commonplace in the martial world.

He opened the sleeve (sword sheath) or sword cover and dropped the sleeve in front of him.

"That which passes through this shell .. dies."