Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

The Book of Tread Geni Eps. 04 Bags. 1

The harvest is almost here. Yellowing rice paddies slapped unsightly eyes. Bare-chested children were running around screaming to drive away their rice-bothering birds. The joy that should come when the rice harvest is almost here. The cheerful world should have been clearly drawn at that time. But only greedy and greedy humans make this world so moody with blood and tears.

Children's joy cannot be felt by their parents. The farmers who are tired after cultivating the fields, can only sit languidly in the dangau. Their faces were gloomy with glaring gazes, looking at the vast expanse of rice fields. This contrasting atmosphere did not escape the attention of a young man who had been sitting on a rock.

The young man was dressed in a vest with a sword draped in his back. His eyes looked towards the cheerful children, then turned towards the farmer sitting on the lake with a lethargic face without passion. Some of them were sitting in groups talking about something. The young man who was still sitting on the boulder, turned out to be Rangga. His long hair was like fluttering to the wind. His attention continued towards the lake, while the river water flowing below him continued to ripple like no matter the surrounding atmosphere.

"They should be happy because soon they will reap the fruits of their labor. But why are they so unhappy?" Rangga muttered softly.

The eyes of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti now turned to look at the women who were washing in the river, not far from his place. Their faces also did not describe any excitement at all. There is no laughter as good as it is. Rangga's lips smiled when he heard two girls chattering while glancing towards him.

"Ratih, handsome too?"

"Who?" ask the long-haired young lady who turns out to be named Ratih.

"That's it, that's sitting on the rock."

Ratih turned his head towards Pendekar Rajawali Sakti. At the same time, Rangga or Pendekar Rajawali Sakti was staring at him. For a moment their eyes met. Quickly Train turned his face away.

"Why is your face so red?" "Already, ah. Don't talk about it anymore, Komala."

"Have a crush?" insist Komala tease.

Train just smiled blushingly. From the corner of his eyes, glimpsed by Rangga who was still looking at him. Suddenly, all of his blood froze. His heart was beating harder than before.

"Ah, he is indeed handsome like a prince. But..., what the hell, a prince wants to wear such clothes?" The coach whispered in his heart. Several times his gaze was fixed on Rangga through the corner of the tail of his eyes.

Without realizing it, apparently Komala noticed since then. He just smiled looking at the misbehaving Ratih. Ratih is indeed the most beautiful girl among the other girls in this Algae Village. He is the son of a village chief. Clearly, Ratih was like a flower blooming among the withered flowers.

"Back, yuk. Look, the sun is high, "take the train.

Komala shrugged her shoulders. Then he carried his laundry basket, and followed Ratih. His eyes glanced at Rangga sitting. But his heart suddenly gasped when his eyes no longer saw Rangga there. Komala immediately rushed after Ratih who was already by the river.

"Ratih.., Train, wait!" call Komala.

"What's up, anyway?" ask Ratih while stopping to step.

"He's not there anymore."

"Who?" Ratih. But his eyes immediately looked towards Rangga's seat earlier.

"Aah!" The two girls so gawked because Rangga like vanished swallowed by the river. Ratih's eyes circled around, but there was no sign of Rangga hiding. After being sure there was nothing, he immediately turned around and stepped away. Komala followed him from behind with an accelerated pace.

Their steps had arrived at a village road leading to the house. They actually accelerated his pace like they had just seen a demon. No words came out of their mouths. Everything's mute. But suddenly their steps stopped when they reached the bend of the road. There, Rangga was standing on his back.

"Right train..." Komala dragged in fear taking shelter behind Ratih. Ratih looked at the back of Rangga who stood behind him. Slowly the young man turned around. Rangga seemed a little surprised when he saw two girls standing behind him.

"Oh, sorry. Am I blocking your way?" gentle and polite Rangga's voice sounded.

"If you feel, please step aside," a little sniffling voice Ratih said.

Rangga just smiled. He stepped closer and stopped about three steps ahead of Ratih. In my heart, also admired the beauty of this girl Ratih a little uncomfortable in such a view. She had a cloth covering her shoulders and chest. But the cloth could not hide his white skin on his neck and face.

"I just came to this village. If you don't mind, can you ask for help?" still soft sounding Rangga's voice.

He turned towards Komala.

"What is the name of this village?" ask Rangga.

"Ganggang village," said Komala who gradually lost his fear after hearing Rangga's soft and polite voice.

"I'm sorry, we have to go home soon" said Ratih. Hurriedly pulled Komala's hand, and stepped away. Rangga did not prevent, just looked at the two girls who had passed. His eyes stared fixedly at Ratih's slightly open back.

"Hm..." Rangga muttered indistinctly.

Dusk had just crept down as ten galloping horses split the dusty path. The front horse is ridden by a man with a full face with a long cut on the right cheek. The clothes worn are very beautiful and luxurious. Behind him, nine horsemen dressed in uniforms followed him.

Some residents who were on the street immediately pulled over while bowing as the horses passed in front of him. They kept racing quickly leaving the dust flying behind. It was clear that they were heading to the house of the Head of the Ganggang Village. The house was in the middle of the village, and the largest among the other houses.

The man who was the front-most codet, immediately jumped down from his horse when he arrived in front of the house of the Head of Ganggang Village. The jump is quite beautiful and light, indicating the knowledge of his body is quite high.

"Ki Jagabaya...!" the codet's man shouted thunderously.

Rushing a white-haired and mustachioed old man out of the mansion along with the descent of the nine people from their respective horses. The old man huddled up to the horsemen who had stood haughtily on his waist.

"Oh, Mr. Parang Kati. I didn't think you'd come this fast" said the voice of an old man who turned out to be named Ki Jagabaya. He is the Head of Ganggang Village.

The tall, haunted codet guy just snorted. The steps are heavy approaching Ki Jagabaya. His eyes glanced around him. Soon some residents closed their doors and windows. In an instant, the village became deserted.

"Baginda Prabu Salya ordered that the village pay tribute immediately!" snapped a male codet berewokan named Parang Kati.

"Ah..," Ki Jagabaya gaped at hearing it. "Where is possible, sir. They haven't harvested yet, whereas...."

"I don't care! His Majesty Prabu Salya wishes now that you collect tribute!" Parang Kati cut quickly with her heavy voice thundering.

"But...."

"You're trying to defy heh?!" parang Kati. "Damn!"

Without looking at who he was facing, Parang Kati raised her hand.

Plaque!

Ki Jadabaya screeched restrained. The lanky old body was staggering, instantly collapsing with blood dripping from the corner of his lips.

Just now Ki Jagabaya will rise, Parang Kati has kicked him. Back the old body of the lance was toppled over and over as far as two spear rods. How hard the kick Parang Kati, making Ki Jagabaya become short of breath. His eyes were twitching with his dizzy head as if spinning.

"Dad...!" suddenly there was a loud scream.

Ratih ran fast towards his father who was lying on the ground. Blood was pouring out from the corner of his lips. The girl immediately helped her father sit down. With the tip of his shirt, there was blood coming from his father's mouth. "Cruel!" Ratih snorted furiously. His eyes were sharply staring at Parang Kati.

Seeing that there was a beautiful girl in front of him, Parang Kati was stunned with jakun coming down. His tongue licked his own thick lips.

"He he he. it turns out that the old man kept a dazzling pearl," Parang Kati chuckled as she gulped her saliva.

"Huh! Robbers! Why don't you just kill us all?" geram Ratih's. His eyes widened sharply.

Nine people who stood behind Parang Kati also laughed at the scenery that was not funny. Their eyes were lustful looking at the beautiful face of Ratih who put on a fierce face. In the eyes of all of them, the fierce face of Ratih even more attractive beauty. Laughing like that, Ratih grew increasingly angry.

"Ratih, don't..," prevent Ki Jagabaya when his daughter gets up.

"Huh! They should be taught a lesson, Dad!" ratih's snort couldn't control his anger.

"Prize...!" The girl no longer cared about her father's call. He had stepped closer to Parang Kati. His hand grabbed the bottom of the cloth and rolled it over. Parang Kati and the other nine people had held their breath when the beautiful white calf was exposed. And how wide their eyes were when they saw the black pants attached wrapping around those beautiful legs.

Ratih wrapped his cloth around his waist. Next his hand moved upwards curling his long hair. His view was sharp to Parang Kati who had persecuted his father. The blood of this beautiful girl boiling roiled, so it did not matter who she was facing anymore. They are the retainers of the Parakan Kingdom.

Slein, cring!

Suddenly Ratih took out two blades of dagger from behind the folds of his clothes. Two beams of silvery light reflected from the dagger's eyes licked by the twilight sun. Parang Kati jumped back two steps. Not to be afraid, but shocked to see the beautiful girl in front of him had prepared to threaten with two blades of daggers.

"Ratih, no. Stop it, son," Ki Jagabaya limped trying to calm his daughter's emotional overflow.

"No, Dad. They are no longer humans, but animals! They no longer deserve to live in the world!" sahut Ratih without looking.

Ki Jagabaya knows very well the nature of his hard-hearted son. He could no longer stop her. The old man could only stand up overwhelmed with anxious feelings. The anxiety was reasoned because Parang Kati was a confidant of His Majesty Prabu Salya. Of course, the level of intelligence needs to be taken into account as well.

Although Ratih is only a village girl, but since the age of five has been educated various sports science and magic by his uncle. It was a coincidence, his uncle was a master teacher in Mount Lawu.

"Leave this village, or you all die like animals!" threaten Ratih not fooling around.

"He he he..," Parang Kati just chuckled. His attitude took this beautiful girl lightly

"Phoihi!" Ratih spits out his spit full of hatred.

Spit spray accompanied by deep exertion, hurtling hit the face of Parang Kati. Very hard and spicy, to the extent that Parang Kati looked up. Instantly his face flushed holding in fury.

"Damn! I tore your mouth!" geram Parang Kati's.

With the tip of the shirt, wiped the spit that came across his face. With a snort of wind, pulled his belt which turned out to be a whip. The entire shaft of the whip along one fathom, filled with sharp fine spines. At the end, there are fine hairs that are shaved like a horse's tail.

Ctars!

The prowess of the whip as it trembled through the air, could be felt by Ratih. His voice was like thunder in broad daylight, but it caused a bone-chilling chill. The girl immediately moved her hands crossed in front of her chest. Instantly deployed pure air to fight the increasingly piercing cold.

"Hhh, only the sheep toys you show here," joked Ratih.

"Wewe Gombel! Feel my magic whip!" the grunt of Parang Kati is fierce.

After saying so, Parang Kati shouted loudly while mentioning his sacred whip. A thunderous and deafening voice echoed several times. The tip of the sprout that resembled a ponytail immediately stiffened.

Parang Kati was very good at playing the whip. Like having an eye, the tip of the whip moves to the parts of the body that are deadly. Exactly the snake that is targeting its prey. But until the end of three styles, not a single hair whip that touched the skin of the girl. This makes Parang Kati riled up.

"Damn! Don't regret that your pretty face was ruined!" geram Parang Kati's.

"Do it if you can, stupid kebo!" reply Ratih scoffed.

The hotter the ears of Parang Kati. Immediately the release of the 'Dead Whip', a quite dangerous style. From the end of the whip scattered sparks that burst out to snatch at Ratih.

But it seemed that the girl had calmed down to dodge every attack that targeted her life. The two blades of dagger in his hand flashed cluttering each direction of the opponent's whip tip. And on one occasion, Ratih deliberately let the tip of the whip slash toward his chest. The truck!

Unexpectedly the tip of the whip that was about to slap his chest, was squeezed by his two blades of dagger. Apparently quickly Ratih had first clenched his two daggers. Parang Kati dagger tried to pull the mainstay weapon that was pinned on the end of it. Even now the clasp is getting stronger and closer.

"Uhh!" Parang Kati posted her inner energy while pulling her flagship whip.

Ratih who was exerting the 'Steel Clasp' style did not give any more opportunity for his opponent to release the weapon from the clasp of two daggers.

"Yes...!"

Suddenly the girl screamed loudly as she floated her body fast, with her legs straight forward. So fast did Ratih's movements, making Parang Kati gasp. There is no time to dodge, because their distance is only one fathom.

Parang Kati was forced to release the grip of his right hand on the whip, then quickly repel Ratih's feet that floated towards the head. But apparently, the flickering kick was just a trick. When Parang Kati's right hand was raised, suddenly Ratih jerked the tip of the whip that was still pinned by his dagger.

"Akh!" Parang Kati choking restrained.

The left hand that had functioned to hold the whip, jerked like a thousand elephants. Parang Kati's body was immediately carried forward. This opportunity was used by Ratih quickly. Releasing his two dagger clasps, his right hand moved quickly like lightning.

"Young!"

Cras!

Parang Kati gasped in surprise. He had already tried to plop down, but the tip of Ratih's dagger had more quickly ripped through his right shoulder. Blood flowed from a long wound. Parang Kati who was still rolling on the ground, immediately platted back to stand firmly.

"Damn it!" grunting Parang Kati growled. Just this time Parang Kati was defeated by a beautiful young girl again tempting. The man's face was blushed red. His eyes widened, bright red as if about to devour the body of Ratih who stood full of ridiculing smiles.

"Get down! Chop that crazy girl!" parang Kati's Order. Instantly also the nine people who had been watching just now, moved to surround Ratih. In their hands each one had been clasped by a long, glittering sword. Meanwhile Parang Kati covered his wound with a tear of his own clothes. His mouth was still hissing in anger. It is not surprising that the girl who is considered trivial, was able to make shame in front of his own men.

Trang, trang, trang!

The soldiers of the Parakan Kingdom had begun to attack Ratih. The sweat began to drench the beautiful reddish face. He indeed had to exhaust himself facing those nine chosen warriors. Their swordsmanship is fine, too. Their science is also average. No wonder Ratih was a bit overwhelmed as well.

Several times the swords of those soldiers almost tore through his body. But this girl from Padepokan Gunung Lawu is still able to avoid every attack that surrounds the meeting. It was not even uncommon to retaliate with a shocking attack. In a short time, that unbalanced fight had gone over five moves.

"Uh, I didn't expect. It turns out that Jagabaya has a beautiful child who is so tough," whispered the heart of Parang Kati.

But this time Parang Kati can smile back. It turned out that after passing ten moves, Ratih looked exhausted. His strength had been drained when fighting Parang Kati earlier. And now he has to fight nine soldiers. Moreover, their swordplay was quite shrewd and dangerous.

Little by little Ratih began to push. The sweat was flowing more and more soaking into his body. The grunts of this girl's breath began to sound loud and hunt down. His movements were also not as agile as before. However, his punches and kicks were still hard and dangerous. The remnants of his power had to be increasingly drained again.

"Shameless, ganged up on a girl!"

Suddenly a loud voice echoed, as if coming from all directions. The fight also stopped. The nine warriors leaped two steps back.

"Botten rat! Who're you?!" yelled Parang Kati.

"Shameful!" another loud voice sounded.

Parang Kati believes that the voice came from people who were in one place. But his voice came from all the winds. The sign of the owner of the voice is a magician who has enough energy in perfect. Who is the one who has that voice?

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