Swordsman Without a Name

Learn to Eat With Hands

The restaurant is quite large. The distance to the Port of Bantam is quite far too. There might be around several tens of spears. Cakra Buana and Sin Jin were already inside there.

They sat at the back table. The atmosphere in the restaurant is very crowded. Perhaps the visitors there are those who do not get a seat in the restaurant near the port.

Even so, it turns out that those who eat are not just from ordinary people. Some even come from the martial world. Cakra Buana knew that, although he did not ask directly, but his eyes could not be deceived.

"Mom, two grilled chicken rice," cried Cakra Buana to a shop-owner's mothers.

His age is old. Probably about sixty years. His hair was already bleached, his face was also beginning to be filled with wrinkles. But even so, the spirit to connect his life did not fade.

Apart from that, she is also a very friendly mother. Whenever anyone called, he would definitely smile as he approached her.

"Okay Den, please wait a minute. What's den drinking?"

"Tea water only," the young man replied calmly.

The mother nodded. He went straight back to the back to prepare his order.

Before Cakra Buana could speak, suddenly from the door there was a freight forwarder who was looking for him. That was them, the one who was transporting the goods belonging to Cakra Buana and Sin Jin.

Although the goods are not too much, at least two bundles of clothes and a dozen jars of wine, but because they feel tired, then they decided to hire the services of the people. On the other hand, the two young men wanted to help those people a little.

"Where'd you put the Den?" ask the guy.

"Just put it in an inn near here. Please book a room,"

"Good Den,"

The two men immediately left from there. After carrying out the task given by Cakra Buana, they return again to ask for payment.

"Have you?" ask the young man.

"Here Den, everything's in order,"

"Thank you. Then take this," he said, throwing a small bag of silver pieces.

"It's too much Den" said the freight forwarder, seeing their wages mostly. Even so shocked, the eyes of the two people were wide.

"Find me everything. Count the thanks,"

Although they feel bad, but because they do need the money, then both can not refuse anymore. They bowed several times as a sign of gratitude.

After that, both intend to find the coffers of money back.

"Thank you again Den. Kolkata …"

"Rampes …"

Cakra Buana entered the diner after the two men left. When he arrived at his desk, the food was available.

"It smells great" Sin Jin said.

"Infragrant. Those who are not hungry will certainly suddenly be hungry if they smell the fragrant smell of this roasted chicken rice," replied Cakra Buana proudly.

Sin Jin could not deny the remark. He even confirmed the words Cakra Buana. He who a while ago had not been really hungry, was now suddenly very hungry after smelling the fragrant smell.

"Once, and then he will talk. Let's eat ..." exclaimed Sin Jin.

But as soon as he wanted to eat, the young man went into a daze. His face showed a confused expression.

"What are you looking for?" ask Cakra Buana.

"I'm looking for chopsticks. Why are there no chopsticks?"

Almost the handsome young man laughed out loud. Fortunately, he immediately suppressed the laughing urge.

"Not wearing chopsticks. The people of Java, especially Pasundan, if they eat, they prefer to use their hands. For people here, how to eat like that brings their own pleasure. Even for some people it is counted as a court of manners" he explained.

"But I don't usually eat by hand. Never before, though,"

Other places, other habits. Other regions, other traditions.

This has been happening from before until now.

"You should be able to,"

"But I can't,"

"Ehemm, when you were just born into the world, were you able to walk right away?" ask Cakra Buana.

"Of course not" Sin Jin replied quickly.

"Then how can you walk?"

"Because I'm learning,"

"None with this. If you want to learn, then you can eat without chopsticks,"

Sin Jin was immediately silenced. What Cakra Buana said is true.

In this world, no one can. Anything is called learning. In any case, the learning process is very necessary. From what you cannot, you will be able. What matters is that we get used to it.

Besides studying, can't it be because it's ordinary?

"Ba-alright …"

Cakra Buana nodded with a smile. He then ate while giving an example to Sin Jin.

Originally that young man of the Tionggoan Land was feeling difficulty. But a few moments later, he got used to it. Although it is still a little difficult.

After finishing eating, the two of them immediately headed to the inn to take a break. The two of them did not speak anymore, Sin Jin went straight into the room and went to bed.

As for Cakra Buana, he just wandered. Late at night, the Nameless Swordsman walked alone.

He wanted to see the current situation of Tanah Pasundan, especially in the area around the Port of Bantam. He has been in the land of people for a long time. Now after returning to his own country, of course Cakra Buana wants to know more.

Cakra Buana is the Prince. He's heir to the throne of Kawasenan Kingdom. The future King of a vast land, Pasundan.

The first fist has just finished sounding. Some villagers were running a roundabout. The atmosphere is getting quieter. Only the sound of crickets and bat squeals could be heard.

Yush!!!

Suddenly a wind blew followed by three shadows that shot out quickly. The direction of the jungle.

Who are the three shadows? Why do they seem to be chasing?

His shortness soul flared. Without saying much more, the Nameless Swordsman immediately followed him.

Yush!!!

The red shadow shot towards the three shadows.

The three shadows stopped in the middle of the forest.

One is an old grandpa. His clothes were only a white cloth wrapped around his entire body. He wears a headband. Looks like the old man is a rishi.

While the two were men around forty years old. One was wearing a simple blue dress, the other was dark green.

Now they are facing each other. Although no one has spoken yet, Cakra Buana knows that there is a big problem between them.

It can be seen from each of their eyes that contain anger and revenge. Death had already enveloped the place. The cold night wind felt much more gripping than before.

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One more thing later ya mhehehe …