Night Eagle Swordsman

Get Out of Goa

On a clear morning. The wind was blowing very slowly. But it is enough to make the trees show their elegance, showing millions of blinks all over the surface of the leaves. When viewed from a distance, it looks like a piece of gem.

For the sake of revealing its luster, the morning dew was willing to perish, burning the sun slowly. Even willing to roll his body until it falls in the earth's embrace.

That morning, on the outskirts of the Wanapura forest, a vast forest on the back of a mountain, there were two people who were walking quite slowly. They both look forward, left and right with lips always attached to a smile.

They seem to be enjoying the atmosphere this morning. Every now and then they pointed in a direction as his mouth revealed admiration.

The two people, although different generations, but it appears that they are very familiar.

One was an old grandfather. His all-whitened hair, a bit long to reach below the shoulders, was irregularly broken. His teeth left only a few seeds. Her facial skin and the skin of her entire body were already wrinkled, a little dry wrapping around her thin body. However, the thinness of the old body could not cover up, if the body was a highly trained body.

Meanwhile, the other one was quite the opposite of the old geezer. A teenager whose body is strong and strong. Looks handsome with skin that is not too white, but clean even though wrapped in clothes that are very simple and look long ago. His mouth always smiled, making anyone who was close to him feel comfortable.

"Now, which direction are we going ?" ask the old man.

"Not yet, teacher," replied the teenager.

"Ngger Puguh, don't you miss your hometown ?" ask the old man.

For a while the teenager called by the name of Puguh was silent even while walking. But a moment later, a smile had adorned his lips again.

"So much miss, teacher. But Puguh continues to follow, wherever the teacher invites Puguh," replied Puguh.

"Alright ngger. We go to the Pandan Ireng Academy," said the old man again.

They are both Ki Dwijo and Puguh his student.

After almost another year of training to perfect the swordsmanship he had obtained, the two of them finally came out of the cave, from the bottom of the abyss they had lived in all this time. Previously, while inside the cave at the bottom of the ravine, in addition to training to perfect the knowledge he learned, all the nerve nodes, muscles and blood vessels, were all opened by Ki Dwijo. It makes the body Puguh able to store energy in large quantities.

Puguh, although still around fifteen years old, but his ability was above his teacher, his speed was already able to keep up with his teacher, although his inner strength was still slightly below his teacher. This is because the science mastered by Puguh, higher level.

They both travel unhurriedly. They want to enjoy the beauty that they have not felt.

One afternoon, they arrived at the hamlet nearest to the Wanapura forest. Their journey began to pass through the rice fields and began to meet some farmers who had done their work.

In the hamlet, Ki Dwijo invites Puguh to buy clothes in exchange for their worn and worn clothes.

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In recent years, there have been many changes in government. Be it in the Duchy of Langitan or in the Kademangan Kademangan which is within the territory of the Duchy of Langitan. It can be said, the entire government has been controlled by the Association of Jaladara Langking.

Although it did not seize power because the position of Demang and the Duke was still held by the rightful person, but people from the Association of Jaladara Langking controlled the government by instilling influence and pressure on the ruler. So that the rulers are just like puppets controlled at will by their owners.

It also happened to Kademangan Pandan Ireng. Ki Demang Pandan Ireng was pressured and forced by the Langking Jaladara Association to lead and rule the Pandan Ireng Academy in accordance with the interests of the Langking Jaladara Association.

Actually the one who got the task to supervise Pandan Ireng Academy is Ki Bajraseta. However, because Ki Bajraseta did not want to interfere in the affairs of the association, replaced by a person who is the same level as Ki Bajraseta or Ki Bayuseta, namely a person named Ki Kapiraga.

Ki Kapiraga, one of the magic figures in the Langking Jaladara Association. Cannuragan experts who rely on empty hands. But when pressed or against high-science, he uses the weapon 'Iket', a headband of black cloth in the shape of an isosceles triangle and combines inner power with science that utilizes stealth power.

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After traveling on an ordinary walk for three days, Puguh and Ki Dwijo reached the road that leads to Kademangan Pandan Ireng.

During the three days of the trip, they both heard news about the lunge of the Langking Jaladara Association of traders who always traveled from one school to another, the other, or also from the martial figures who happened to meet at food stalls or on the road. But the story they both heard was very little. Making Ki Dwijo and Puguh is still difficult to conclude.

In order for their arrival not to create suspicion and to make it easier for them to conduct an investigation and seek information, the two of them separated. For this reason Ki Dwijo took another road to Kademangan Pandan Ireng, while Puguh still took the main road.

After a long time Puguh traveled alone, he arrived at the rice fields that he used to pass often.

At this time was the rice harvest, so the rice fields were crowded by farmers.

But there are different things at this harvest time, compared to the harvest when he was still living in Pandan Ireng Academy.

Now, the farmers do the harvest, supervised by the soldiers or warriors. And those farmers have no right to manage the crops they grow themselves, on their own farmland.

When Puguh passes the road on the right and left of the road it is all rice fields, from a distance, many people were tying and carrying the rice they had harvested to be put in a freight car.

Suddenly there was the sound of whistling followed by the sound of groans in pain of some farmers.

Ctaaarrr ! Ctaaarrr ! Ctaaarrr !

Adduuuhhh !!!

Ampuuunn !!!

"Hi you ! Why are you whipping them ?" shouted a girl who joined in the middle of the rice field.

"Ha ha hahaa .... Let them no longer dare to steal the property of the Society !" replied a warrior who guards the harvest.

"They didn't steal ! You guys are robbing us of our rights !" the young girl replied as she approached the injured farmers. The girl immediately gave wound medicine to the injured farmers.

"Ha ha hahaa .... You don't try to protect those thieving peasants ! Or you'll know the consequences for the Kademangan family !" said the swordsman while holding the handle of his big machete.

Hearing those words, the young girl trembled all over her body. Not because of fear. But trembling because it held back the anger that had accumulated.

It was very desirable to beat the guard warriors, but he still remembered the position of his father who became a Demang at Pandan Wangi Academy.

The young girl was Den Roro Nastiti, the son of Ki Demang Pandan Ireng.

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