Swordsman Without a Name

Gold Nail

Cakra Buana was immediately pensive. What was said by Walangga and Jenggala just turned out to be able to make himself surprised.

Now a little he also understands the double. In essence, the Thousand Faces Old Manning was an old figure whose magic could not be imagined.

If not powerful, how could he steal the Bloodthirsty Sword belonging to the Swordsman of Allegiance found in Sadewo Single College?

Even before it can be ascertained that no one will be able to unplug it. Unless they are the only ones with very high powers.

The young man nodded his head several times. Now his mind was again filled with a myriad of questions.

Why does a powerful figure seem to choose to become a thief? Behind the actions must be the reason, then, what was the reason the Thousand Faces Old Man did such a thing?

Cakra Buana argued in his heart that this matter he had just heard was not as simple as the previous guess. Behind this, there must be something else that was greater than he had expected.

"Has he been in the martial world for a long time?" ask Cakra Buana further.

"At least these last four months alone. But for sure, what he did always made the martial world uproar,"

"Today, where has he been making such a mess?"

"In the Land of Pasundan,"

"Hmm, what did he steal?"

"Obviously he always steals heirlooms. Rarely steal the wealth of others," Walangga said.

"It seems that this incident is not as easy as imagined,"

"indeed not. There must be something beyond our expectations" said Janggala.

"Now, have all the figures of the white and straight stream tried to capture him?"

"It has. Unfortunately those who intend to arrest the old man are always killed before finding him," replied Walangga.

"In that case, why didn't you guys die?"

"Because Sang Hyang Widhi still trusts us to live longer. Besides, it's a good thing you showed up to stop the fight. Otherwise, now maybe we're both dead in his hands,"

Cakra Buana thought for a moment. If the old man is really so, why did he run away?

"But why did the old man run away?

"Because the man doesn't want to reveal his secret. In addition, he must have felt that you are not an indiscriminate young man" replied Walangga.

A top-class figure, let alone a pick-match figure, surely they were able to see one's abilities just by looking at it. Everyone who has reached this stage is capable of doing so.

"Aii, it's really complicated" complains Cakra Buana.

The young man was dizzy. It turns out that indirectly the martial world of Pasundan Land is also in chaos.

Does this kind of chaos also occur in Kotaraja?

The atmosphere inside the shop was getting quieter. One by one, the visitors started to leave. The night is getting late. The air is getting colder again.

Cakra Buana's dining table and her two new friends are also overwhelmed with silence. The three of them were engrossed with food in front of him. In addition, they were struggling with their own thoughts.

"Would it be that if the Thousand Faces Old Man disguised, the results would be completely similar?" ask Cakra Buana again to make sure.

He could not believe one hundred percent. Although this kind of expertise does exist, but if you have not seen it directly, how can you immediately believe completely?

"Very similar. I seriously. Let alone others, even a person who used to disguise like him could not tell the difference. In terms of disguise, the person does deserve a thumbs up. He's very skilled,"

"There .." replied Walangga and Janggala simultaneously.

"What?" ask Cakra Buana enthusiastically.

"From his right leg …"

Walangga was unable to finish his speech. And also with the janggala. Because right at that moment, suddenly the bodies of two people immediately collapsed onto the table.

His skin instantly turned greenish. Smouldering green.

The Nameless Swordsman was even more shocked. He checked on both of his friends.

Naas, Walangga and Janggala have been killed. They died horribly.

The young man went back to check the veins. The path of blood and important points in the human body.

"They were really dead" he muttered alone.

The Nameless Swordsman immediately looked around. But there's no one. The atmosphere of the shop was already very quiet. Even without feeling, who was still there lived himself and the shop owner. All the visitors have gone home.

After looking more deeply, it turns out Walangga and Janggala died due to a ferocious poison caused by two secret weapons.

But it was not a needle like the one he used to encounter in the Tionggoan Land. This time, he found two extremely pointed golden spikes. It looks like an heirloom form of earth nails. The nail has a length of about one index finger. It's very small shape. At least as big as a lidi.

"Hemm, I just found a secret weapon like this" he said.

Unwilling to be known by others, Cakra Buana pays for their meals as quickly as possible. After that, he immediately went from there while carrying two friends.

The young man returned to the middle of the forest earlier. He aims to properly bury the bodies of Walangga and Janggala. After all, they were his new friends. Both of them provided important information for him.

After he finished burying the bodies of the two, the young man immediately intended to return.

He did not want to chase or find the culprit now, moreover, Cakra Buana did not want to rush.

What was important to him at this moment was that he had already obtained a clue to the capital unpacking the problem behind all of these events.

Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

Just a few footsteps away, suddenly there was a swift whirring of sharp wind as well as bringing the heat crashing towards Cakra Buana.

The sound of the wind came from the corner of the wind. The Nameless Swordsman was a matchless figure, facing this kind of dark attack, himself feeling no fear at all.

It was just that he felt shocked for not expecting something like this to happen.

The Nameless Swordsman spread out both his hands. A sharp wind that turned out to be eight knives suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. Once they hit both hands, all of the weapons had mentally returned to their original place.

"Ahh ..." screams of pain instantly sounded.

Yush!!!

Buana's chakra shot towards the origin of the sound. The young man watched as a man dressed in black and veiled had fallen on the ground. His chest was pierced by his own knife that had been bent by the Nameless Swordsman.

Actually Cakra Buana wanted to ask for information related to who told him, ill-fated, that person had hunted to death because the knife stabbed deep enough.

"Hahh .." Cakra Buana just sighed. He didn't say anything anymore.

His heart is very sorry. Why does trouble always happen to him? Just returned to the Land of Pasundan, there was not even a day, but trouble was approaching him again.

Is the warrior life like this? Always and always will be plagued by a variety of very complicated problems?