Swordsman Without a Name

Better Not to Understand

The building is pretty fancy. The pages available are also very large. Teak wood fences surround the entire building.

In front of the gate were two guards. Their bodies are tall. But both of them brought nothing. They were even sitting in a saung near the gate wearing shabby gloves.

In front of him were two cups of pure black coffee. There are also some boiled sweet potatoes that have been cold.

Ki Suryo walked slowly. Although the road looks slow, but it turns out only for a moment he has arrived near the saung.

"Why with Whira and Aswanta, Ki?" ask one of the two.

"No papa Kang. They were just drunk" Ki Suryo replied lying.

"Young people are always happy about something excessive" his colleague said.

Ki Suryo did not answer. He just nodded slowly and walked back. He's already entered the courtyard.

The two guards continued their chatter.

The room is big. There is a chair out front made of sandalwood. An old man was sitting while enjoying tobacco. In front of him was a cup of bitter black coffee. On the side of the cup were boiled sweet potatoes and boiled cassava as well.

He's just alone. His wrinkled face could be clearly seen. But behind that, there was an impression of his own haunted and authoritative that radiated out from his body.

Ki Suryo stepped slowly into the room. Upon arriving in front of the old man, Ki Suryo then put the bodies of Whira and Aswanta. Then he picked up a piece of money that was kept under his pocket.

"This is Mr.." he said respectfully.

After giving away the money, Ki Suryo retreated back to his original place. But he didn't sit. The old man stood up with a fear-filled attitude.

While the old man in front of him still enjoyed tobacco smoke. He did not open his eyes at the time, which were closed. It was as if nothing in this world could open those old eyes.

Whooh!!!

White smoke rolled out was exhaled from his mouth.

The atmosphere there was quiet. Ki Suryo hasn't spoken a word. He also did not leave. He won't talk if he hasn't been told. He also did not leave if he was not told.

At the time of the final straw, the old man opened his eyes. Tobacco was slowly turned off, his eyes looking towards Ki Suryo.

"Today's results?" tanyanya calm.

His face remained calm. His voice was hoarse. Every word is spoken slowly, like a person who is afraid of mispronunciation.

"Right, Master," replied Ki Suryo lowering his head.

"Mzoshan,"

His old pair of eyes then turned away, now he was looking at Whira and Aswanta's body that had been lying there.

"They were killed?" tanyakanya.

His voice is still calm. The expression also remained calm. It was as if he had gotten used to this kind of thing.

"They were not killed, Whira and Aswanta were killed because of themselves. He himself delivered his life to Malikat Maut," replied Ki Suryo.

"Who killed him?"

"A young warrior,"

"Do you know who they are?"

"Hamba doesn't know, sir. Looks like my own servants just saw them in Kotaraja's,"

"But they know who you are?"

"Hamba has said that the servant is the old man Gandrung Kalapati,"

"What do they say?"

The face of the old man who happened to be Gandrung Kalapati looked increasingly wrinkled. His eyes suddenly turned as sharp as the tip of a blade.

She hated people the most like Ki Suryo told her. Whoever it is, then he must know who Gandrung Kalapati is.

Let alone the warriors, even the people of the Kingdom themselves put respect and disdain for him.

How could he possibly allow a young swordsman to behave like that towards him?

"Ki Suryo .." call Gandrung Kalapati.

"Hamba, Mr …"

"You know what you're supposed to do?"

"Hamba understands," Ki Suryo replied quickly.

"Good, do it now …"

Gandrung Kalapati who is one of the grandfathers of the martial world immediately ignited his firing. His eyes closed again. If he had been like this, no one would have dared to disturb him.

The old man was feared. Especially in the area around Kotaraja. Although he had been hiding for several years and retreating from the martial world, but his arrival could still be clearly felt.

Moreover, he was the former grandfather of the green jungle. One of the rulers of the martial world. Of course his strength and power were hard to imagine.

Once he got the order, Ki Suryo just left. I don't know what exactly he's going to do. Before he left, he showed a cold smile.

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The Nameless Swordsman and his two lovers had just finished their meal. Now the three are enjoying bananas as dessert.

The restaurant was crowded again. The visitors began to change. But even though the situation is crowded, the air of murder still feels thick. For those who know, my hair feels shudder if you remember the incident a moment ago.

They no longer dared to look at the table where the Nameless Swordsman sat with the two young girls. They're afraid. At once horrified.

"Rear, what style did you use? Why can't I see it even a little bit?" asked the Wingless Angel suddenly.

He felt extremely astonished at being unable to watch the movements of the Nameless Swordsman. Though his knowledge is already sublime, the sharpness of his eyes should also not be looked down upon.

But why can't he see his lover's movements?

"Until now you won't see Sinta. Never mind yourself, Ling Ling herself is also impossible to see," said Cakra Buana.

Sian-li Bwee Hua only responded with a nod of his head.

"Why indeed? Doesn't every movement have shape and movement?"

"But this is an exception,"

"Why is that?"

"Because it's a Formless Step,"

"Straight Without Shape?" tanya Sinta reiterated.

The girl felt foreign. This was the first time he had heard the name. He had never heard of such a move before.

"Straight Without Shape is the fusion of all styles. The path that has reached the perfect stage. The shape cannot be seen because it is not shaped. There is only the essence of all styles" said Sian-li Bwee Hua.

"I still don't understand" said the Wingless Angel.

"In this world sometimes there's something you shouldn't understand. Sometimes it doesn't understand much better than you do," said the Nameless Swordsman.

On this earth, this happens often. There are times when something is even better you don't understand than to understand.

The Wingless Angel instantly silenced his mouth. He knows the character of Cakra Buana. If that young man decides not to tell, then forever you won't know.