Night Eagle Swordsman

Simbok Advice

His symbol asked, "Why is your arm ?"

Puguh looked up at his symbol. Puguh had not had time to answer his symbiotic question when his symbok grabbed a thin little hand that had a scuff wound and slightly bleed.

He felt something warm on the back of his left hand. He saw, the symbol was applying fluid taken from the sky of the mouth using his thumb, while his lips moved the motion of reading prayer.

Instantly, Puguh did not feel any more pain in the wound on the back of his left arm.

"Simbok knows, this wound you got, because you wanted to protect Den Roro, our Ndoro daughter. And symbok also knows, you don't have the heart to repay him. But giving up has its limits. If they do this continuously, there are times when you must retaliate to stop their treatment. You can't torture yourself by letting them hurt you !" the word symboknya, giving advice as usual.

"Excite mbok," answered little Puguh.

"It has. Now it's time for you to go home" said the symbol, slowly releasing the grip on his tiny finger.

"But mbok, Puguh wants to .. " answered little Puguh. But the sentence spoken by Puguh is not finished, when Puguh feels pain on all surfaces of his skin.

Puguh whose right hand was still holding the sword hilt saw, both arms were full of wounds, even in between his clothes were torn in several places, Puguh felt a pain in his stomach, chest, chest, shoulders even on his back.

Seen bloodstains filled his body which was now tall and handsome even though a little thin.

"Mbok ...," Puguh's speech came to a halt again. His neck was so tight that he could not make a sound.

In his heart, actually Puguh wants to tell the symbol, if he is already big. He always wants to be with his symbol. Now he's the one who's gonna guard the crest, protect the crest. He will take care of all the needs of the symbol. He wants to repay all the goodness of his symbol. He wants to make his symbols happy.

But all of that cannot be said. Everything he wanted to do was all for his symbol, never delivered.

"Ngger Puguh's. Simbok knows, you're a big boy. But you're still a little 'thole' for the symb. And it has made the symbol happy," said the symbol with a smile.

"But.." answered Puguh.

"Go back, it's time you came back !" sahut.

"But Puguh doesn't need any of this mbok," replied Puguh as she thrust her sword with both hands on the cudgel.

"Ngger Puguh's. Look, you don't need that gun. You don't need that science. You don't need everything. Even symbok knows, you are willing to accept the wound, just like when you were a child. But everything that happens has a reason, there is a cause. You don't need that weapon and that science. But those around you, need it, you have it all to protect them. So not for you, but for all of them !" symboknya.

"But Puguh is tired mbok. The more Puguh hurt them, even kill them, the more tired Puguh's heart became. Tired of holding back the feeling of not having the heart, tired of thinking about those who have to suffer injuries or even lose their lives at the hands of Puguh," said Puguh.

"Le ngger Puguh, symbok know your heart is soft and does not have to bother others. We also know that not everyone is bad. But just imagine. If the weapons, knowledge and power fall into the hands of the wicked, you will be even more tired in protecting those who are victims of evil those who have weapons and knowledge and power. You will also be increasingly exhausted in preventing and eradicating them !" answer symboknya.

Hearing all the advice of his symbol, Puguh like sober. Slowly his spirit rose again, filling every stream of his blood and stomping his heartbeat.

The grip on the hilt of his sword tightened, his left hand clenching tightly.

Then slowly raised his face to look at his symbiotic face.

"Go back ngger Puguh. Complete the task that has become your life's destiny. Don't disappoint them all for entrusting their hope on your shoulders. Simbok is very proud of you ! Come back my son !" his symboknya felt Puguh buzzing in his head.

However, just as Puguh closed her eyelids, there came a sound that was like an explosion.

Blaaappp !

He opened his eyes again. His voice was no longer in front of him. Replaced the form of a huge eagle demon, so that only his head can be clearly seen by Puguh.

Seeing the form of the eagle demon, Puguh's attitude became very serious.

"Where have you been all this time ! Why did you let me fight alone !" shouted Puguh in a high tone.

"Kraaakkk ! You're the one who didn't bring me. You let me wait. Until I thought, I was wrong, to choose a weak human body !" answer the eagle.

"Aren't you fused with me, with my power ?" puguh asked still in an angry tone, as his eyes stared intently at the head of the eagle demon.

"Really ! But not with your heart, not with your mind ! Your heart and mind are too weak for a swordsman !" the eagle demon.

"How can you say I'm a weak, ugly demon ?" asked Puguh in annoyance.

"As a human who claims to be a swordsman, you are even very weak ! Your body moves the sword with its master. But where are your heart and mind ! Your heart and mind are not fused with your body ! The warrior soul cannot be formed on the body alone. Your heart and mind must be in harmony with your body. If you have to hurt or even kill, to defend the weak, to defend the truth or to prevent the destruction of evil, do it. Even if you have to be injured or even lose your life for all that was defended earlier, let go. That's what the warrior soul is !" answer the eagle demon by explaining at length.

Puguh was stunned to hear all the explanations from the eagle demon.

"Are you going to stay here, until your body breaks apart from your opponent's weapon ?" ask the eagle demon.

Puguh still did not answer. His gaze was sharp towards that eagle demon.

"Round your ass ! Unite your soul, heart and mind with your body ! When you can, you just think about it enough, I'll come out to help you !" said the eagle demon again.

Puguh. But everything that happened until all the fights, everything crossed his memory. Remembering everyone close to him. Both of his hands clenched tightly, until his grip on the handle of his sword was very tight.

Suddenly there was a sound of a gun collision then followed by a very loud explosion.

Trang ! Trang !

Blaannnggg !

Shortly after the sound of the explosion, two broken blades were hit by a sword in Puguh's hand. While four opponents who attacked him using a machete, bounced back quite far, until then fell to the ground. While the small stick weapon that leads to his left waist bounced back, followed by the body of Nyi Riwut Parijatha who was pushed back.

While simultaneously, Puguh's body was thrown in a hovering position. Seen a dark green robe waving waved behind him.

Shortly before the two machete weapons hit his back and the tip of the small stick belonging to Nyi Riwut Parijatha hit his waist, a dark green cloak appeared that directly protected Puguh's body from the attack of the weapon earlier.

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