Swordsman Without a Name

Grief

The body of the Blue Orchid Goddess slid swiftly and swiftly like a pebble thrown with all her might. The smooth body only stopped after crashing into the wall of the old building.

The wall is broken. The body of the Blue Orchid Goddess fell down in a state of disintegration. His blood flowed from every hole in the body. His face was as pale as a corpse.

He couldn't get up. Don't get up, just open his eyes aren't strong. His internal organs were shaken. It seemed like the Blue Orchid Goddess had a severe wound that was very difficult to turn on.

In short, there was no longer any hope for him to live.

The figures immediately followed the body of the Blue Orchid Goddess. The very front of him was surely the Poison Hand of the Sacred Heart.

As soon as he saw the state of his students, it felt like the heart of the old woman was broken. There was a great pain in his mind. Her tears are dripping.

The tenderness of a mother is softer than anything in the world.

He fell to his knees on the edge of the Blue Orchid Goddess. Her tears were falling more and more on her cheeks.

The clear tears. The soft tears. A tender love for this beautiful woman.

The other characters have arrived there. But no one said between them. Everyone shut up. It was as if the mouths that used to shout those terrible moves, were locked by something that was difficult to open.

Everything's bowed. They sensed what the Hand of Sacred Heart Poison felt.

Moreover, the No Name Swordsman.

Seeing this heartbreaking incident, he became reminded of the incident less than two years ago. Where he had also felt something like that.

The pain. Miserably. Grievousness. Everything that Nyai Hand of Poison felt now, could be perfectly understood by Cakra Buana.

The most bitter event in his life history. She became reminded of the moment her lover's shadow smiled for the last time. When the smooth hand was mixed with blood and tried to caress her cheek.

Everything is remembered back. (Kok author rather enek yes pas nulis this wkwkwk)

Although Cakra Buana is already a top class swordsman. Swordsman choose match. But still, he is human.

A man with a soft heart.

Unknowingly, the Nameless Swordsman disappeared from the sight of everyone who was there. I don't know where it went.

No one could see how he left at such speed. The only one who knew was the Golden Spear King from the North.

"You wait here, I'll come back" he whispered to the Wingless Angel.

Finished saying, he instantly vanished from everyone's sight. I don't know where.

Meanwhile, the Blue Orchid Goddess was currently moaning to endure the pain all over her body. His mouth moved, but no words came out.

His Poison Hand of the Sacred Heart directly channeled the inner energy to help strengthen the omnipotent woman.

After channeling the energy in, then the state of the Blue Orchid Goddess looks better.

"Gu-teacher, Mother .." The first words he spoke were those two words. Teacher and Mother.

Of course what he meant was the grandfather of the green jungle, His Hand Poison of the Sacred Heart. If not him, who else?

"Why son, why? I'm here," said the old woman then tightly grasped the hand of the Blue Orchid Goddess.

"I'm sorry. I-i beg. As a disciple, I have apostatized, I do deserve to die. As a child, I-I have been disobedient. I have sinned against you Mother. I also deserve the torture, but to-please forgive me. I want to die peacefully" he said weakly full of sadness.

Everyone put their pity. But they can't do anything.

"Ti-can't be Mom. My time is near. Good bye,"

His words were finished, his head drooping weakly.

He's been dead.

The Blue Orchid Goddess had left this world.

His Poison Hand the Sacred Heart cried. The departure of the omnipotent lady made a pain in her heart. He wanted to blame himself, fortunately the characters who were there reminded him with patience.

A moment later, he carried the corpse of the Blue Orchid Goddess while continuing to cry.

"All of you, thank you for helping me. For some time to come, maybe I'll shut myself out of the crowded world. Please take care of the martial world, give my regards to the old man. See you,"

Before the figures answered, the old woman had vanished from sight. Nothing's in his way. Everyone who was there just shook their heads.

I don't know what feelings they have in their minds.

"Every death always brings sadness," muttered Grandpa Sakti Thick Eyebrows.

The battle in the Prohibition Forest had been completely completed. There were no more sounds snapping from the swordsmen's mouths.

There is only silence.

The sounds of the night beasts, one by one began to sound again. Bats began flying in space.

A grueling battle. The result is not in vain. Victory they managed to achieve even though they had to fall victim.

This means that the martial world in Java has been safe again. At least for now. Violent storms, in the near future can definitely be eliminated completely.

A snake without its head will not be able to live longer.

Same with an organization.

Yes right, the Death Skull Organization has vanished. The central headquarters was successfully eradicated by the warriors.

The martial world is safe. At least safe from organizational interference that has been carrying a threat.

But even so, it is certain that other problems will appear later on. Whether it was out of grudge, out of lust, or something else.

The problems on earth will never end. As long as the world has not been destroyed, as long as problems will continue to arise.

The characters discussed briefly what steps they should take.

"We better destroy this place so that it will not be used as a nest for the demons. In addition, the destruction of this old building can be a sign that the Death Skull Organization has been destroyed" said Mr. Santeno Tanuwijaya.

All the characters nodded. The proposal he said got the approval of everyone.

"You're right. But before that, it's good we search first the contents inside. Who knows if there are treasures stored. If so, we can use it to help others. Or if not to support the families of the members who have died," said Grandpa Sakti Thick Eyebrow.

They nodded back.

After everything agreed, the people immediately entered into the old building that became the main headquarters of the Death Skull Organization.

They searched the whole room. What he thinks is valuable, they must have taken.

Although the building looks very old, but inside it still looks sturdy. It is even full of antique and expensive ornaments.