Santri Famiglia's

Bullet Path

"Reverse, stay in your position, and don't shift an inch!"

That was the longest sentence from Aeneas that Damiyan had just heard that day. Aeneas had been standing in front of Damiyan's two parents, while Damiyan was pushed backwards. The man brought a katana.

"Don't shift sideways beyond this extension of my hand!" Aeneas spread out his hands. A jet-black katana clasped in her right hand.

Damiyan spontaneously counted the tiles despite not understanding why Aeneas ordered them to do so. The boy rubbed between his parents to see Aeneas. His eyes could only catch Aeneas' back before his parents' bodies blocked the view. He's driven.

When Aeneas pulled the blade from the sheath, a woman shouted, "Drop your weapon! Otherwise, we'll shoot."

"Iyan, run away from here when you see a chance! You too, baby! I'll help him make a gap for you guys."

"The three of you behind me, shut up! Just move a little, I won't care anymore!" snapped Aeneas.

He ignored the warnings of the women. Katana has come out completely from the scabbard. The man stepped forward, eroding the distance of 15 meters separating them.

Just one step, bullets rained down on them. Damiyan's mother hugged Damiyan. A streak of whirring and overlapping filled the room. The sounds are ringing in the air.

Along with that, one man laughs. "Gafrillo, Gafrillo, how stupid are you! Thank you for bringing your life here by yourself. After this, I will become the single strongest ruler in the entire world!"

The laughter slowly faded. The explosions are still rumbling. Damiyan could hear the mother's heartbeat. The shooting was very noisy, although the shots were very intense.

Damiyan. He let go of the deck. The father nodded. It was enough to tell him that Izyaslav was also still alive. It was impossible for a living person to still be able to stand without a buffer.

Damiyan's eyes widened as he watched the scene before his father. Aeneas' hands moved very quickly, playing with his sword and scabbard.

Every time a clinking sound was heard, bullets fell to the floor. It was not blood that splashed around the man, but hot lead. None of the bullets hit Aeneas and Damiyan.

"That's amazing!" Damiyan. He touched the left chest instinctively. There, there was a gunshot scar that had yet to fully recover. It reminded him of the incident that gave him the injury.

Damiyan smiled wryly, realizing how small she was. What is he compared to an adult who stands firmly before his eyes. The man could fend off hundreds or even thousands of bullets aimed at him without changing places. While Damiyan avoid one shot just can not.

"How is it possible? Impossible! How can you stand?" The laughter of the previous woman disappeared.

Shot intensity decreased. Some of them have run out of ammunition. A commotion was heard in the female crowd.

"He's a monster!"

"We seem to have to get out of here."

"Coward! He's just alone. The three people behind him were useless. Hit him!"

"But, Madame ...."

"If a long-range fight is useless, do a close-quarters fight! We can defeat him together! Whoever dares to run away, I'll take him as a traitor." The provocation sounded fiery. She's like a roaring lioness.

Aeneas ran forward while fending off the bullets. He slashed the front row. Conversation ceased. A woman dodged, about to attack Aeneas from behind. However, Aeneas quickly turned around. He kicked the woman to the ground.

Quick stab, Aeneas thrust at the neck of the woman next to him. One by one his enemies fell.

Some women ran to the side. Damiyan. They seemed to be about to take out a new weapon to fight Aeneas. That's not going to let Damiyan. Damiyan's eyes scanned quickly. The boy broke Aeneas' words, exerting the best speed.

"A bulletproof vest is designed to withstand bullets, but not sharp objects. Not always bulletproof vests can withstand bullets. The more often it is used, the less its resistance, which is why the armed forces change equipment periodically. Look at! If you keep shooting at the same point, the vest will be torn, and the next bullet will be able to penetrate easily."

That explanation is embedded in Damiyan's memory. The teacher even practiced his explanation. Damiyan also had seen bulletproof vests that perforated due to consecutive shots.

When the two women managed to retrieve the sword, the Rifle was in Damiyan's hands. The boy shot them in the arm. The swords slipped out of their grasp.

"Focus, target their hearts!" inner Damiyan.

However, her position stood and the women did not always benefit her. Damiyan can't always aim for the heart. From the side, he could only aim for his neck, legs, or arms. Even so, it doesn't matter. Damiyan painted with firearms. He shoots along the legs and hands to knock out the opponent.

As fast as lightning, Damiyan approached them. He shot their heart-heart from a very close position—just one finger between the heart and the muzzle of the assault rifle.

"Do it or not at all!" The eyes of the child lose their innocence. Finally, the little hand made its first killing.

Damiyan's palm was sweating coldly, slightly shaking. However, keep tightly grasping the rifle. Here, he was facing a real survival game.

"Kill or be killed." Damiyan's mind understood that. "Doubt is death. Confidence is life."

Damiyan had witnessed how manipulative and cruel the women were. There should not be a single speck of doubt in him if he wanted to stay alive. Damiyan turned to look towards Aeneas.

No more women could pass through Aeneas even if the man was alone. He could always knock them down either with a sword slash, a sword sheath punch, or a kick.

As if there were restraint lines restricting their area of motion, the women were entangled in the Aeneas attack zone. The man had spread his net. Whoever is entangled, will not be out of his attacking range.

Damiyan took up arms. He carved straight lines on the women's hands and feet with bullet points. Damiyan has been trained to shoot moving targets. It was easy for him to target the women in a dynamic fight. He tried very carefully not to mention Aeneas who was among them.

Thanks to him, Aeneas was easier to finish them off. The leader of the women called madam begged for forgiveness. However, Aeneas was ignorant. He pierced the woman's heart, then drew back his sword.

Bodies lapping. Aeneas turned body. His gaze stopped on Damiyan. They look at each other.

Aeneas walked to Damiyan's place, then suddenly stretched out a sword. The end leads down. It is the hand that keeps on talking without a word.

"Uncle wants me to put this back in its place? All right, I'll do it!" Damiyan did not understand, but dropped the rifle, then grabbed the handle with both hands.

As Damiyan was about to move, Aeneas blocked his shoulder. Damiyan turned his head, the green sliced man shook his head. One hand that held the sword sheath outstretched again at Damiyan.

"Save!" Only one word came out of Aeneas' mouth.

His expression was unreadable, still as flat as a wall without motive. The more folds in Damiyan's forehead he made.

"Well, this is the masterpiece of Kiriten's Legendary Iron Forging! I can't believe there's anything this good here." The sword changed hands to Iziaslav.

"Is that real?" ask Damiyan's mother.

"certain. No one can make the replicas this close. Look at the pattern on the handle and the blade!" iziaslav

Damiyan paid attention in its entirety out of curiosity. The sword is black. There is no other color except black. However, when observed carefully, there is a jet-black crystal at the end of the handle. The part glistened like glass in the spotlight. From the circle it extends the needle-like line occasionally vertically, occasionally horizontally like a bar code with varying lengths of each line. The pattern continues to repeat until the end of the bar.

"Konon, this sword is made from the oldest and strongest meteor rocks. This pattern is natural from there. Kiriten simply studied the texture of the rock, cut it, and created this beautiful katana. Even cutting it is not easy. You have to keep it, Iyan! It's a very sharp sword and it can't be broken" Iziaslav continued.

"If it can't be broken, where can it be possible to make a sword?" damiyan.

"That's because Kiriten used the same stone to cut it. Human equipment cannot be used. When it fell to Earth, the meteorite split into pieces. That's what Kiriten used to cut other, larger rocks."

As Iziaslav explained, Ms. Damiyan went around. He was an archaeologist who was also interested in various works of art.

"That means, everything here is good and rare stuff?"

"No, Iyan! It's the only one. The others are just ordinary things that are found in the market," said Damiyan's mother.

"I'm sure this guy wants you to have it." Iziaslav pointed at Aeneas.

Damiyan. He only caught a nod from the man. Aeneas remained mute with the face water that looked jutek.

"Why?" Damiyan really wants to know. After all, the first one to find him was Aeneas. Logically, the first inventor is supposed to be the owner. Moreover, the privilege of the sword would make anyone unwilling to give it to others. But Aeneas handed the sword to him without saying anything else.

Aeneas is a mystery box that Damiyan cannot open or solve. His view of Aeneas changed slightly. The presence of Aeneas can reverse the saturation point.

So, Damiyan is attacking. "Uncle's eyesight is so observant, can see the bullet path, can find valuable objects in the middle of the weapons market. Make me your student, Uncle! I'd give anything, pay whatever Uncle wants to be my teacher. Including my loyalty."