Swordsman Without a Name

Blue Covering Letter

Cakra Buana walks leisurely amid the villagers passing by in the middle of the market.

The market is very crowded. Residents who work as traders shout peddling merchandise. The warm fragrant smell of vegetables and fragrant tea, piercing the nose of the Nameless Swordsman.

Pile fresh vegetables and pile rice on the left right into the scenery he saw during his walk in the middle of the market.

Suddenly Cakra Buana felt that someone was throwing stones at him right on his back. Buana's chakra turned around, she immediately chased after the person.

After a while, the young man finally managed to catch up to him. Unfortunately Cakra Buana could not apply any further, because the person who threw the stone had entered into the crowd of people who were there.

Plakk!!!

A sharp wind and a slap with a crushing blow to his right cheek.

Bukk!!!

Kick from behind hit his back. He almost fell off.

Who did the dark attack just now? Were they unintentional? Or are they intentionally? What is their real purpose?

Cakra Buana can't do anything. He has to find out who the real culprit is.

The young man of Tanah Pasundan chose to walk back. But now he is in a preparedness that is completely ready. His entire body senses he was putting on well.

Yush!!!

A sharp wind again blew past behind him. The Buana chakra tilts the body slightly.

The crapp!!!

The index finger and middle finger of his right hand caught something.

A letter. A blue-covered letter had been caught by both of his fingers. Cakra Buana immediately got away from the crowd. He opened the letter and wanted to know what it was.

"Middle of the night, near the lake in this village,"

Only that writing is written. There's no one who sent it. There is no one whose purpose it is. There were only blood spots below the writing.

'Who and what purpose did they give this letter to me?' inner Cakra Buana.

As his stomach began to feel hungry, the young man decided to look for a simple food stall.

After finding the place he was looking for, he immediately entered it and ordered food. Cakra Buana sits on a bench at the entrance. He did nothing but sit in silence.

His mind was being overwhelmed with curiosity towards the blue-covered letter earlier. As of now, he does not know for sure who the sender is. He did not even know who should actually receive the letter.

Was himself? Or someone else? Moreover, did he have to come to a predetermined place?

The young man was confused. He daydreamed long enough that he did not realize that the waiter had delivered the order to him.

After thinking long enough, Cakra Buana finally decided to keep coming. Curiosity is rising. Either he was the goal or not, but the young man had to stay there. He has to come, no matter what.

Buana's chakra only awakened after a fragrant smell pierced her nose. The young man immediately ate the food in the form of vegetables that were already available.

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The night has come. The moon is directly overhead. It's not a full moon right now. The moon only looks like a scythe hanging in the universe.

The first fist is over. That means midnight has arrived. Things there are starting to calm. After eating earlier, Cakra Buana dwells in an empty building on the edge of the forest. He was waiting for the promised time.

As soon as he heard the first fart pass, he immediately darted away from there using the science of lightening the body that had almost reached the perfect stage.

His body pierced through the darkness of the night. He looks like a ghost looking for prey.

In just a moment, the young man had arrived at the location. But there's no one there. The edge of the lake was very quiet. Other than the sound of the night beasts, there was nothing else around him.

The cold began to feel. His red robe fluttered in the spring breeze. Although there was no one yet, but Cakra Buana did not decide to return. He waited until the sender arrived.

"Have you come?" a raucous hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the direction behind his body.

"Since then I have come" replied Cakra Buana calmly.

"Come, I've made you wait. I'm sorry,"

"No problem. Even if I had to wait until tomorrow night, I would still wait for him,"

The Buana chakra instantly reverses the body. He saw in front of him was an old man about seventy years old. Her clothes are dark green. His mustache and beard are thick. His eyes were sharp even though he was old.

On his waist was a fan. The fan was black in a blood red pattern. The stem is made of pure steel so it has a very sharp tip.

Cakra Buana was watching himself closely. He did not know this old man before him, but did the old man know him?

"You came alone?" ask Cakra Buana.

He doesn't know the truth yet. Therefore, the Nameless Swordsman was unwilling to do anything for no apparent reason.

"No. I've come with the others, they've come, too,"

Just finishing his speech, another five people had arrived. Followed by the ten people behind them.

The situation on the edge of the lake that had seemed quiet, had now suddenly become crowded in just a short time.

Cakra Buana looked at everyone who was there. The strongest among them were six people. Other than the old geezer who first came, of course the others were those five people.

The rest are nothing more than men.

"What was your purpose in inviting me here?" ask Cakra Buana calmly.

"I invited you on purpose,"

"What do you want?"

"I just want to ask if the Book of 18 Kings is on you?"

"It was there. But now the book has changed hands,"

"Oh?"

"I gave the book to the man who should have held it,"

"You lied,"

"I never lie,"

The old man looked very upset. He thought that Cakra Buana had dared to lie to him.

"Strue. Give me the book now if you want to survive,"

"Do you know who I am?"

"You're Cakra Buana the Nameless Swordsman, why?"

"good. If you already know who I am, you also must know that to kill me, it is not as easy as to flip a palm," Cakra Buana replied with a cold smile.

"In front of others you can be arrogant. But in front of Grandpa Fan Storm, you can't talk at will,"

"Oh, so you're the one who nicknamed Grandpa Fan Storm?"

"You recognize me, too?"

"No. I only found out just now after you told me," sneered Cakra Buana.