Storms On Mount Ciremai

The Kembang Wijaya Kusuma III

Warok Singo Menggolo jumped to pick up a sword that was still stuck in the trunk of a tree that had now collapsed.

"Wiratama, I see you're still hesitant about my abilities!" Warok Singo Menggolo prepared to attack Wiratama, his right hand holding a sword with a drawn forward position, "Hiaaaat....Swuushin!... Warok Singo Menggolo's short body slid forward, the tip of his sword aiming for Wiratama's neck, "Swwwukh....Traaaa!" wiratama's spear broke the slide of the sword, followed by a kick that snatched from under ""Weeeesh.....

Warok Singgo's body bounces upward, and quickly swoops down, but nimbly Wiratama dodges with a gesture that mimics the new Praying Grasshopper in his students. "Dhuangarh...The sword pierced the rocks that were previously in Wiratama's incandescent.

"Ha...Ha..Ha...You're great Wiratama! but you should know, the Nirbaya Valley is a battleground for fighters like us!"

Warok Singo Menggolo took off his sword, "Jasinga! show me your skills!"... Swuuush, the sword that Warok Singo calls Jasinga, returns to attack Wiratama without being controlled by the Warok....

"Hiaaaath....Deshs...Deshs....The fist of Warok Singo Menggolo in the Fire attacked Wiratama who was holding back the Jasinga Sword attack.

Wiratama twitched and dodged the Jasinga Sword attack and Warok Singo's punch attack. At the moment Wiratama is like facing two highly skilled fighters.

"Groaaarh....Wiratama turned into a half-Tiger man, his spear loosened and revolved fortifying himself from the slash of the Jasinga Sword!..

"Lodaya Split the Hill!. Wiratama's two hands that have sharp claws began to make dangerous strokes...."Sraaath....The kreeekh....Braaakh!.although not about the body of the Warok, Claw Lodaya split and cut the surrounding trees.

"Lodaya Ripped Mangaaaa!"....The shadow of Wiratama's seven bodies surrounds the body of Warok Singo Menggolo who previously tried to survive, "Craaakh..."Craaach...Warok Singo Menggolo's body was torn to shreds, tinge of blood scattered everywhere.

Simultaneously, the Sword of Jasinga also obtained several slashes from the Spear of Wiratama, making the Jasinga Sword fall to hit the ground surface many times. "Traaang!....Traang!.....

Warok Singo Menggolo who was bathing in blood finally shouted, "Stop Wiratama!... I admit defeat!"

Wiratama's shadow finally fused back together, and quickly snatched his Spear.

Jasinga's sword floated up and then stuck it in front of his master's body that was still stretched out.

"Wira, who are you?

"Singo Warok! I'm a nobody, Wiratama is Wiratama, no titles or nobility adorn my name!"

"No way!... The Kyai Plered Spear that you brought is no ordinary weapon!"...Jasinga's sword has never been defeated by any weapon!"...

"Squeals! I'm not forcing you to believe my words!" Wiratama stuck his Spear on the ground.

In a wounded condition, Warok Singo Menggolo still had time to laugh, "He..He's...He's..A hero! Honestly I admit, I did not just want you to be my student, I wanted to make you my Shepherd, but now I have no more lust!"

"Go Wira! but before you go, I want Jasinga to be with you! think of it as a gift from me!"

Warok Singo then tried to sit cross-legged and recite something, Then he shouted while pointing at the Sword of Jasinga "Jasingaa come with you with your new Master..."Craaaph.from the forefinger Warok Singo came out a small light which then hit the sword body.

Jasinga's sword emitted a black smoke that enveloped him, "Sraaapphh.!. then floated flying and shot towards Wiratama's spear.

"Dhuuaarh...

Wiratama's spear swayed, there was a slight change in shape in the trunk, the spear shaft now contained two sword eyes.

"Warok Singo, I say an infinite thank you, and I beg you to step down to continue my journey!"

"Go Hero....!"

Wiratama pulled out the spear and carried it away, deepening through the bottom of the Nirbaya Valley.

A thin fog blocked his view, sinister voices began to sound faintly, cries of pain, cries, laughs, coming from behind the fog.

"Hmm..many pairs of eyes seemed to be watching me!"

The distant goals heard the sound of the flute blowing, the more Wiratama went into the misty valley, the more clearly the sound became. The flute sound sounds melodious, Wiratama enjoyed the flute sound that increasingly washed his soul, in addition to melodious, the flute blowing brought Wiratama's soul into the recesses of sadness, and the, I didn't feel her tears dripping down her cheeks.

Suddenly the sound of the flute coming to a sudden stop, severing the reverie of Wiratama's soul in flight.

"Why stop!" wiratama's feet stomped to the ground venting his frustration as the flute's voice stopped.

"Hic...Hic..Hik, the shrill voice of the woman and her figure suddenly appeared in front of Wiratama, "You like the sound of the flute vibrating my tribe the gallant Swordsman!"...

"I really like Nisanak!" Wiratama put her smile on the pretty face that laughed at her earlier.

"You can enjoy it back, but in this world nothing is free without pay, can you afford it a dashing man?"

"Ah..Nisanak, my treasure is limited, how much do I have to pay you to listen to the sweet sound of your flute?"...

"Just give me some affection!....are you willing?"...

Wiratama's face looks careless with the lightness of the beautiful woman in front of him..."Uhmmm...!"