Swordsman Without a Name

The Horse Stroller at Midnight

The atmosphere outside turned out to be much quieter. People don't see the trunk of his nose. Though usually the city close to the Bulim Bengcu building is always crowded.

The second fist had passed a moment ago. The moon is moving west.

The Buana chakra has been sitting on a tree branch for a while. I don't know what he's waiting for. No one knows it. But for sure, he was waiting for something.

The wine in the urn had already run out by more than half. The Nameless Swordsman was still sitting with one leg propping up his right hand. He sat down casually. His heart was calm too.

In such circumstances, everything must be taken into account. Do not make one small mistake.

The sound of a chariot starting in the distance. The swift footsteps of horses echoed to enliven the lonely night.

Several lanterns illuminated the path it passed. There was a horse carriage passing by. The car is so fancy. Four horses were in charge of pulling him, the coachman had a high posture and fierce face.

The train looks tired. Their breath is hunting. And so does the coachman himself. The car and the coachman were both tired.

"Is the journey still far away?" a voice suddenly sounded from inside the luxurious horse carriage.

"It will soon be up to Miss, please be patient a little" the coachman replied respectfully.

"Has he come?"

"It may have been, but I don't know,"

"good. Then keep running the train,"

The coachman did not answer again. He immediately obeyed the words of the person called Miss earlier. Four topnotch horses were quickly rushed back. The sound of whips blaring in the middle of the night.

Buana's chakra is still on the tree branch. Now his head is leaning. In his heart, the young man felt a little confused.

Where was the voice he heard in the Bulim Bengcu building? Why is something not heard anymore?

Actually the reason Cakra Buana decided to leave was because he heard the noise behind the magnificent building. Although the voice sounded small, yet he was sure there had been a fight.

But after searching in several directions, there was nothing he could find. Everything is going normally. Everything seems fine.

Are his ears not working properly anymore? Or is there something behind it all?

Cakra Buana could not give any answer.

Because after searching but did not produce results, in the end he chose to sit on a tree branch in hopes of hearing again the noise earlier.

Who would have thought, what he heard next was not the sound of a fight. Except for the sound of a horse-drawn carriage just passing by.

After thinking back, another strange question arose in his mind.

Who is the woman in that luxurious horse carriage? And why are they passing through the middle of the night like this? Where's the destination?

Cakra Buana decided to follow the train. But no time to follow further, the horse carriage suddenly stopped.

"Who's there?" sniffed the coachman.

The Nameless Swordsman thumped loudly when he heard that voice. The driver who looks ordinary, it turns out he has a deep energy that is high enough to be able to vibrate his ear drum.

The young man thought hard, was he caught?

Cakra Buana was intending to reveal himself, but before that, there were three other people who suddenly emerged from behind the thickets.

"It turns out it wasn't me he meant," he muttered slowly.

Up ahead, three people suddenly blocked the path of the horse carriage. No one spoke a word. The three stood in silence.

Yush!!!

Suddenly one of them came forward. One blade flashed rapidly splitting the night.

It's crapp!!!

Before the coachman fended off, Cakra Buana had already caught the sharp end of the machete.

Yush!!!

"Who are you?" ask him to the Nameless Swordsman.

"Cakra's Buana,"

"You're the so-called No-Name Swordsman?"

"True, I didn't think you knew me,"

"good. Then you'll have to die,"

Yush!!!

The three machete rods came back on fast. The sabetan and the puncture arrived at high speed.

Trak!!!

Cakra Buana fended off all the machete attacks deftly. His movements were very fast and very sudden.

Trak!!!

Three times the same sound was heard, three machete stalks had broken into two halves.

Bukk!!!

A great blow was instantly launched by the Nameless Swordsman. The three strangers were thrown ten steps back.

All of these events went very short. The fight stopped immediately. Cakra Buana was very confident that the impact of his palm was able to kill all three of them.

Who would have thought, once he approached the third place his opponent was thrown, it turned out that there was no one there. Three people disappeared somewhere.

The Nameless Swordsman would not take a headache. He intends to go straight from there. But before that, the coachman had been holding him back.

"Wait a minute,"

"What else is it? I'm sorry if I acted presumptuously," replied Cakra Buana while saluting.

"Ah, no, no. I'm actually very happy. Is it true that this Master is the Nameless Swordsman?"

"Hemm, right. Why why?"

"Then can you take care of me to my destination?" a very sweet voice came back from inside the horse carriage.

That voice is so sweet. It was as if the world was swept away by that delicate voice.

Cakra Buana frowned. He did not know who the woman was, nor did he recognize her voice. But why did the woman ask herself to look after him?

"Who's Miss? Do you want to show yourself?"

"Hihihi, it's okay. Come on in, accompany me to talk,"

A hand was out of the car. The hand looked very smooth, very soft, and very beautiful. As the smooth white hand waved, Cakra Buana felt as if a single force was dragging his tribe out.

"Alright," the young man replied firmly.

He immediately walked over and entered into a luxurious horse carriage.

The coachman was back in his place. He quickly ran the horse.

Inside the carriage, Cakra Buana was dumbstruck. It turns out that the smooth is not only the hands and sound, the soft and beautiful is also not only that, the face of the owner of the hand and the voice is also the same.

That face is so pretty. He was wearing light green clothes. The clothes were simple, but the material was made of high-value silk cloth. His pair of eyes were round, his eyeballs were black and clear. Her hair is fragrant. Although she wears a veil, but her beauty still cannot be covered.

For some time, Cakra Buana could not speak. He was still at home to enjoy the beauty that lay before him.

"Why do you see me like that, am I ugly?" the woman suddenly spoke.

"No-no, you are very beautiful" replied Cakra Buana.