Swordsman Without a Name

Uncle Master

Cio Hong walked first. The old man did not bring the Cakra Buana into the previous room. The goal this time was different again. The great teacher of Rajawali Sakti University took the young man to a forest located behind the college.

Dozens of spears there was a fish pond containing lotuses. Both of them headed there, with the science of lightening the body that had reached the perfect level, it did not take long for the two of them to arrive at the place.

Above the pool there is a building of a sort of saung. Very simple, but also very comfortable. Koi and other fish swim here and there. Sometimes the fish shows itself up. The lotus flower blooms beautifully.

The wind blows softly. The sound of bamboo rubbing makes the atmosphere more comfortable again. Sunlight is not too highlighted because it is blocked by leafy trees.

The two men sat facing. In the middle is a table. On the table was a jar of wine and two cups. Cio Hong directly poured wine into each of the cups.

Usually, if Cakra Buana sees the wine cup that has been filled, he will immediately drink it. But this time no, the young man did not even touch the cup at all.

"You're afraid I'm putting poison in this wine?" ask Cio Hong who has returned friendly as when Cakra Buana arrived in his room.

"I'm just afraid I can't stand up anymore" replied Cakra Buana at will.

Cio Hong laughed. The old man did not show an annoyed expression. Cakra Buana's attitude is natural, if he is in the position of the young man, maybe he will also do the same.

"You don't worry. This wine is pure wine,"

Cio Hong immediately drank the wine in the cup.

"Try it. It's a sweet, hard wine,"

Glekk!!!

The Buana chakra spends the wine in a cup only once. It turns out true, arak is hard wine and fragrant.

"How can there be wine here?"

"This place has always been my meeting place with special guests. The disciples always keep wine here even though I haven't been to a visit in the past few days,"

Cakra Buana now understands why there is wine there. In a quiet place like this, drinking wine was the most suitable thing to do.

"If you want to know where I got the move from, tell me first about your relationship with the Nameless Swordsman. If you do not want to tell a story, even to death I will also keep my mouth shut," said the young man of Pasundan Land who preceded Cio Hong to speak.

The old man could only laugh. It turned out that this young man sitting before him was smarter than he had imagined before.

"If I told you, would you believe me?"

"As long as your words are true and there's proof, I'll believe it,"

"alright. Listen carefully," Cio Hong sighed before starting his story.

"Nearly ten years we were apart. Once upon a time, we were accidentally able to meet again. And at that time, we were already famous warriors. Moreover, my brother is the Swordsman without a Name. He has become a matchless swordsman, his lunge makes all opponents afraid. When we were gathered at that time, my older brother said he was writing a book. Where the book contains a special style that he created for me as well as my younger brother-in-law Old Granny Hunchback,"

"But he did not immediately give the book in question because it had not been completed perfectly. He said he wanted to perfect his own handwritten book. After talking for a while, we separated. He had promised that when he met, the book would be finished,"

"Have you met her again?" sela Cakra Buana's.

"Exactly. We did meet again. Unfortunately, in the wrong time. At that time he was the target of the government. The Nameless Swordsman becomes everyone's fugitive, he attempts to find a place to hide, unfortunately failing. All places are controlled by the government. He simply gave me the message that the book was finished, unfortunately it could not be given at that time because of circumstances,"

"Well what did he say?"

"My elder brother said that if he died, there would one day be a son of man who would deliver the book to me. But regarding when the time was and who delivered it, I myself do not know until now," Cio Hong said after his short story to Cakra Buana.

The old man breathed deeply. His face became older by several years, the grudge mixed with grudges burning clearly in his pair of eyes.

On the other hand, Cakra Buana really felt very shocked to death. He never expected that Cio Hong was the younger brother of his teacher, the Nameless Swordsman. That meant, Cio Hong was his own teacher uncle. And Old Granny Hunchback is her teacher's aunt.

But behind that, Cakra Buana is still not completely convinced. Is he really his teacher's brother? Is the story that is said true? If so, what is the evidence?

"What is the evidence that you are indeed the younger brother of the Nameless Swordsman?" ask Cakra Buana with a probing eye.

"Do you know what this is?" cio Hong asked while taking out a third of the golden badge.

Cakra Buana was shocked. A third of the badges were very similar to the badges belonging to his teacher which he had always been that even until now. If put together, it will definitely merge, because basically each of the badges complement each other.

The body of the Cakra Buana trembled violently. His mouth could say nothing more.

He immediately got up to his feet then bowed down right in front of Cio Hong. Her tears drenched a pair of Cakra Buana cheeks.

"Uncle master, forgive me for being impolite to you, for I have passed" Cakra Buana said in a trembling voice.

Cio Hong did not reply. He himself was confused. Uncle master? Who is that young man? Is it true that he was a student of his elder brother?

For a long time, the old man did not give a single answer. While the Cakra Buana itself remains prostrated in front of the Lightning King Pengoyak Sukma.

The wind blows softly bringing a sense of comfort. A longing for the past suddenly flashed through Cio Hong's mind. For some reason, when his pair of eyes looked at Cakra Buana, he was just like seeing his elder brother, the Nameless Swordsman.

"You, are you really the disciple of the Nameless Swordsman?" ask her with a sad tone.

"True Uncle teacher. I am a disciple of him," replied Cakra Buana still in a prostrate position.