Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

Swordfight

"I've decided. I will come with you and save Hana" Aksa said with a burning spirit as she clenched her right hand.

"You're serious?!" many ensure.

"Yes, I'm very serious. Thank you for teaching me the importance of sacrifice."

Mr. Mahawira I saw a smile. "good. That's how it's supposed to be. Come on, we're leaving."

After that, we continued our journey to Simaseba Palace. Of course, this time one more person came with us. Aksa, the man who aims to save her lover from slavery.

"I can't believe you're ordinary people." Aksa suddenly opened the conversation while continuing to walk.

"Why don't you believe it? Are we not like ordinary people?" Mr. Mahawira responded.

"Not only that, but there are no ordinary people who are as great and courageous as you. I feel so weak between you two."

"so. No need to feel that way. Anyone can be strong and great. What distinguishes is the effort made."

I am very happy to hear Mr. Mahawira's words because every time he gives a motivation, it sounds very shady and makes anyone who hears it like shelter under a tree when the heat hits.

"Why, Cornelia? Don't tell me you're amazed at me" said Mr. Mahawira with a sly smile.

Well, it seems I should withdraw my words. He's a total bitch. No, no, no. On the other hand, he is very sad.

"Not really," I replied, throwing my face away.

"Just admit it."

Mr. Mahawira moved beside me, then wrapped his hands around my back. "When are you going to confess with your own feelings?"

"I've admitted it, sir."

"Hmm, I want you to admit it every day, even every time if you can."

Aksa suddenly laughed crisply. Mister Mahawira and I looked at the man.

"What are you suddenly laughing at, Aksa?" ask sanku.

"I'm so jealous of your affection."

"Then, make our intimacy a motivation for you to continue to sacrifice the love you expect."

Aksa nodded.

Mr. Mahawira immediately stopped his steps. He also pulled my arm so I stopped. Aksa who was behind us also seemed to stop the pace.

"Shh." Mr. Mahawira put his index finger in front of his lips.

"What's wrong?" my whiskey.

"Listen. Something's moving fast toward us."

I'll focus my hearing soon. It was true that the sound of such nimble footsteps was heard approaching towards us.

Mr. Mahawira's hand is getting tighter. I saw his hand that was tied to mine.

Long enough we were unmoved on the spot, even Mr. Mahawira had not taken any action.

However, not long after, the man pushed while clutching myself. We fell together.

Mr. Mahawira looked up, staring at something stuck in a tree. I checked into the man's eyes.

A shiny knife. Right, it's a knife. But ... how can it be?

Aksa also noticed the oddity, then prepared with an arrow in his hand.

"Come, wakeup. Careful."

We got back up again, but this time remain vigilant of all possibilities.

"Stay alert." The view of Mr. Mahawira now leads to bushes along the way.

As Mr. Mahawira gasped, I also noticed a sound of footsteps creeping closer and closer. Getting closer!

Kontan alone, Mr. Mahawira pushed my body until captured by Aksa.

A sword struck the ground that I had previously struck. Just barely. If Mr. Mahawira had not been removed, it might have stuck in my head. Fortunately, God did not want to take my life.

"Well, who else this time. Come outside!" shouted Mr. Mahawira trying to make the enemy who was hiding it immediately came out.

Because there was no answer from the owner of the object that stuck it, Mr. Mahawira kicked the handle of the sword so that it floated far enough.

I saw someone immediately pick it up by jumping.

The three of us gasped. The man was wearing a black mask.

Mr. Mahawira approached the masked man. "Surely you are Camelia's messenger. Well, I won't ask much, because that's the truth."

The masked man did not respond. He jumped and attacked. Straightly Mr. Mahawira unsheathed his sword, then slashed towards the opponent. However, the two swords clashing in bites created an agonizing clink.

No one has given up, no one has been defeated. This is what Ki Cakra said that the arrogant princess messenger will still be found throughout the journey.

"I will help," Aksa said suddenly while aiming with her bow.

It was obvious that the man had trouble finding an opportunity for his arrows to penetrate the masked man that Mr. Mahawira was fighting against. Even so, he also showed a worried face if only the one hit by the arrow was my master.

Aksa's hand I saw shaking. Intending to help, I held his hand which was placed on the bow.

"Don't hesitate. Because that doubt can make you wrongly attack people."

Aksa. "All right."

Not shaking anymore, I finally let go of Aksa's hand.

"This time, I won't hesitate" he said with confidence.

Mr. Mahawira is still fighting the masked man. However, no one has been hurt, neither Mr Mahawira nor the masked man.

Aksa's arrow shot out quickly. I hope it'll be right about the masked man.

A little more, the arrow will pierce the head of Mr. Mahawira. However, very quickly my master swapped his position with a masked man.

Too bad, the arrow failed to penetrate the opponent's head. The masked man deftly fended off the arrows that were glued using his sword. Then, he refocused on the fight against Mr. Mahawira.

No. gabe. How could the man have such a high focus and be divided into several things.

Naturally, that focus requires a high level of expertise. The masked man doesn't seem to be an indiscriminate person. From the techniques he used, he had been practicing for a long time.

Perteda fight. I saw Mr. Mahawira taking a breath, trying to stabilize his breath. Meanwhile, there was no sign the masked man had lost much energy.

"You are quite strong," said Mr. Mahawira praising his opponent without getting a response.

"alright. Looks like you're a mute swordsman. But don't expect me to feel sorry for you."

Mr. Mahawira again moved forward while pointing the tip of the sword forward. However, with so easy the masked man scammed into it, then jumped—not—but flew high enough, then fell back with his head and sharp sword facing down.

Mr. Mahawira was obviously surprised, but did not allow himself to lose focus. My master moved positions very quickly. Even so, the masked man changed the position of the sword, as if chasing wherever Mister Mahawira dodged..

As a result, the swords bit each other, then created sparks.

"Master! You can do it!" I shouted as the two clashed with the sword still attached.

"Take all your power out!"

"Yahyaaaat!" mister Mahawira shouted as if his spirit rose up instantly, full of an excellent outpouring of feelings.

"Continue, Sir! Push it!"

I clenched my hands, as if I couldn't wait any longer to see who was the winner of this fight.

Never before had I expected, another masked man arrived at the scene of the fight. His great sword, unlike most other swords, swung, then separated the sword of Master Mahawira and his opponent.

One of the swords was broken. Mr. Mahawira looked wide.

"Mr ...."

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