Swordsman Without a Name

The Thousand Year Effect of Ginseng

Cakra Buana walked again, he continued down the basement again with the aim of hopefully being able to find a book of heirlooms that became the target of every person persilatan.

The basement's been dilapidated right here and there. The spider's nest had grown and filled every room there. The musty smell stings. The items that were inside the room were actually of high value. All are antiques.

It's just that because it has not been taken care of for a long time, these items look even uglier. At first glance it might look like a worthless thing. But for those who know, these items are actually expensive objects.

Such a luxurious place, a place filled with precious items, why would it be abandoned like this? What is this basement actually? How is the history?

Cakra Buana doesn't know. Actually he was very curious, unfortunately after some time searching for clues in order to uncover about the history of the place, the young man was completely unable to know about it.

The Nameless Swordsman again stepped his feet.

Although he did not know the place for sure, yet he did not seem agitated. As much as possible, he tries to stay calm.

Under any circumstances, as much as possible you should be able to maintain your calm.

Cakra Buana has arrived in another room. In the room there is a furnace. On the edge of the furnace there was a tool to make a fire. There was a lot of firewood piled next to him.

Seeing this, the young man's mind immediately walked over. According to Huang Pangcu and the Blind Who Know Everything, the way to consume Thousand Year Ginseng is by boiling.

Now that the materials needed were in sight, then without much thought, the Nameless Swordsman immediately acted.

Cakra Buana immediately made fire. For a moment, the fire burned. The young man took a container of water in the old kitchen, there happened to be water there in a barrel.

Once in the water, he immediately put the container on the stove. Then wait for the water to boil.

The young man sat in front of the furnace. He was daydreaming, but I don't know what he's daydreaming about right now.

Does he dream of what to do next? Or did he dream of something else?

The water has boiled. The Buana Chakra instantly inserted the Thousand Year Ginseng into a pot that became a container of water. Half an hour later, the process was finally complete.

The young man immediately poured the Thousand Year Ginseng decoction water into the cup that was also already available there. Once the hot boiled water has turned warm, Cakra Buana immediately drinks it right away.

Thousand Year Old Ginseng Water has entered the throat. A scintillating heat immediately charged towards the body of the Nameless Swordsman. The body temperature that was previously normal, now suddenly turned very hot.

Almost Cakra Buana can not stand the effects of heat.

Fortunately he immediately remembered what he had drunk, without saying much more Cakra Buana immediately sat down cross-legged. He closed his eyes. His mind was trying to be emptied.

The Nameless Swordsman began meditating. Although the heat grew, even though his body was barely strong, the young man still tried to stay strong. Cakra Buana was bluffing her own teeth.

This fight cannot fail in the middle of the road. In any case, he had to successfully obtain the benefits of that heirloom ginseng.

The entire skin on the young man's body began to blush like a boiled crab. His whole life, only now Cakra Buana felt this hot heat.

After nearly an hour of battling against that extremely hot air, the Nameless Swordsman finally came close to succeeding.

The water began to turn warm. Another force flows through the entire body of Cakra Buana. Hawa Sakti feels back to the way it was. So too with the energy within.

The effects of the Thousand Year Ginseng slowly began to seep in with the body of Cakra Buana. Thirty minutes later, the air had already completely fused with him.

Now the Nameless Swordsman felt something he had never felt in his entire life. His body became fresh. All the wounds on his body had completely recovered as before. Not even a slash of sharp weapons was seen anymore.

He opened his eyes slowly. Cakra Buana took a deep breath. His body felt very light. The roughness may be lighter than cotton.

The Thousand Year Ginseng Effect turned out to be truly amazing. What his two best friends said proved to be true. Now he believes that their speech is not a figment.

"It's just fitting that everyone wants this heirloom thing" he murmured alone.

Cakra Buana was very happy. Finally, his goal was achieved. Something he had dreamed of the most all this time, had now materialized.

Currently the energy within the Nameless Swordsman had reached the peak of perfection. That means, he can use his ultimate style at any time. At any time, he could bring out the most devastating moves.

Previously, if he wanted to bring out the Formless Tight, Nameless Skirt or Shaped Lightning Sword Technique, then his inner power would be drastically reduced.

But now, that doesn't happen anymore. He was free to bring out the powerful moves without fear of the inner energy reduced a lot.

The Nameless Swordsman was more excited when he remembered all the words his father had said in the cave.

"You should look for a thousand-year-old ginseng. You must drink that ginseng boiled water to perfect the inner power you have. After that, you can do all your work,"

The words came back to his ears. Even his father's voice was still clearly heard, as if his father was again saying that at this moment.

"Dad, Ananda has already successfully carried out the task. Ananda had drunk the boiled water of the Thousand Year Ginseng, now Ananda would fulfill another task. After all the business here is done, Ananda will soon return to the Land of Pasundan" muttered Cakra Buana while looking at the dirty ceiling.

Undeniably, Cakra Buana has felt a deep longing for his homeland, Pasundan. He longs for his uncle, Kresna's Fatherland, he longs for the Pair of Grandparents and Grandmothers, for the green forefathers, for all.

Moreover, Cakra Buana misses the Wingless Angel very much.

How are his friends? How's his family doing? And again, how is his beloved girlfriend?

The Nameless Swordsman was like sinking into a realm of silence. His eyes could see nothing but darkness. His body felt floating, he was half conscious not. The young man wanted to open his eyes and see what was going on with him, honey, that pair of eyes suddenly felt very difficult to open.