Swordsman Without a Name

Lemah Jawi Port

Cakra Buana accompanies the lover for about three days. During those three days, the two always went through the days together. What was done together.

Now it's time to separate. It was still morning, the air was bright and the sun was shining brightly on the earth. The sound of birds sounds beautiful.

People in the surrounding area have been doing their activities. The farmed began to go to the fields. The trading ones started to open their trading stalls.

"Love, I'm going for a while. I promise to pick you up no matter what," Cakra Buana said solemnly.

He has promised. A promise he won't break. Even if his life is lost, he will still pick up his lover with a constant love.

As the sky collapses and the earth crumbles, he will still pick up the woman of his heart.

Only enough Ling Zhi had separated was not yet the time. For Sinta, she absolutely did not want that to happen again.

"Okay, take good care of yourself there. You have to remember that here, I always wait for your arrival" she said, holding back tears.

"You just calm down, until any time, I'll stay like this to you. Nothing can change me, nothing can separate us but death,"

"Okay, I believe in you. I'll always remember everything you said,"

"alright. The day began at noon, I said leave first," he said while kissing the lover's forehead.

Cakra Buana left without looking again. He did not want to add any sadness to his heart. The young man strengthened his resolve for one purpose.

While the Wingless Angel directly entered back into the cave. Just like her lover, she did not look back for fear.

Afraid that he would chase after her if he saw the departure of her lover.

Her tears began to wash over her cheeks. But he hurriedly brushed it. He must be tough. Whatever happens.

Sometimes a separation is the beginning of an encounter that will never be separated again for good.

Cakra Buana traveled using the science of lightening the body that he had mastered perfectly. He will go to Kotaraja Tanah Jawa.

The reason for not wanting to choose Kotaraja Tanah Pasundan was because he did not want to return to his "home" for the time being. Because if he chose Kotaraja Tanah Pasundan, there will certainly be people who recognize him even though now his appearance is much different.

A week later, he had arrived in Kotaraja Tanah Jawa. With the available supplies, it was not difficult for him to find a fairly luxurious inn.

After some time searching, he finally found a person who could teach the Chinese people language to him. The person who taught him was old.

He was about seventy years old. According to his confession, the person is a native Chinese descendant. Both of his parents were cross-country traders so in the end decided to stare in this Java Land.

Cakra Buana studied with him for about three months. After the Chinese language he managed to master, without lingering again Cakra Buana immediately continued his delayed journey.

The current destination is Lemah Jawi Port. This port has been famous since the days of previous kingdoms. The time it takes to get there is about a two-week trip.

Cakra chose to go there wearing a horse. He needs time to rest completely.

The mood is still early morning. But the situation in the port is already very crowded. People flocked to board the ship as per its destination.

The ship leaving for China is scheduled for a new night to arrive there.

Nameless Swordsman loves the hustle atmosphere in the harbor. Every day he spent time there blowing bamboo flutes. Although not yet proficient, but at least he understood a little because yesterday he also studied Chinese.

He took his foot to a diner located there. The shop is a favorite for everyone. Because in addition to good food, there is also selling delicious wine.

The Nameless Swordsman sat on the very corner of the bench. He ordered a breakfast menu and a jar of wine.

After waiting for a while, the order arrived. The red-clothed youth immediately ate it voraciously.

But when he was enjoying eating food, he heard a sharp whirring sound. It was a bit far away, but he could hear it very clearly.

Like the sound of a small iron being thrown at high speed.

He noticed the situation around. Before long, there was a scream of pain over a considerable distance. The Nameless Swordsman knew that there had been a murder. I don't know who or what, he doesn't know. He also doesn't want to find out. As long as you don't know the problem, why interfere?

Suddenly everyone in the store was shocked. The stench immediately pierced the nose of every visitor.

The carcass of an animal that does not know what its name is because its shape is not clear. It smells so bad. The carcass was thrown by someone so it fell in the middle of the diner.

All visitors feel sick. At once they ran outside while vomiting. Not long after the rotten carcass, three human heads suddenly were on the dining table. I don't know when or how that person could do that.

The people who were resistant to the stench were made shocked again. Although the two disgusting events happened suddenly and quite creepy, but in fact there are still some people who stay in place.

Including the Self-Named Swordsman. He had closed off his sense of smell so that his face still looked ordinary.

At such a time, two men with swordsman-like looks entered the tavern with pride. His eyes swept across the room. On the waist of one man tucked a very sharp machete. On the other person's back, there was a small dark green sword.

Both are men. It's old anyway. At least their lifespan had reached around seventies years. One was as fat as a ball, the other as skinny as bamboo.

"Everybody here, get out right now!!" open it to the people in the store.

His voice boomed like thunder during the day. A few people came out after knowing who had come.

It turned out that the two arrogant parents already had names there. So that the visitors immediately ran away after knowing their arrival.

"Who are you going to throw us out?" snapped one of the visitors who allegedly was a swordsman as well.

"They're looking for a muffler" said the skinny one.

Finished saying, he then moved very quickly. Suddenly one head rolled. The man who spoke was made to stump his head.

During the course of the incident, the Nameless Swordsman seemed to have no fear at all. Even he seemed to not notice it.