Swordsman Without a Name

Occurrence During Heavy Rain

The hall was still in silence. Whether it's Cakra Buana, or Mr. Santeno, neither of them has spoken yet. They seem to be struggling with their own thoughts.

The sun is moving west. The college students who had been training, were now finished. They are currently resting with their friends.

"Their lives are full of passion" Cakra Buana said, switching the conversation.

"Yes, I myself feel proud to see their spirit that never goes out" said Mr. Santeno.

"Living people should always be uplifting" the young man murmured.

Who lives must be alive. To live life on earth, the spirit must always be there and reside within.

Life is only for those who are passionate in every struggle. If you are not excited, it is better not to live.

Because the one who does not have the spirit of nature is only dead people.

A spirit to live, or a life to spirit?

Mr. Santeno downed his old cup. He immediately spent in one gulp. He hadn't been drinking wine for a long time. Fortunately, from a young age, he was used to it, so that despite a long time of not drinking, Mr. Santeno felt nothing but the feeling he had always experienced long ago at the time of drinking the wine.

"Unfortunately, your goal here is not just to see the news" Mr. Santeno said.

"Indeed, right," the young man without hesitation.

"Then what are your other goals?"

"I came here because I wanted to duel with the Golden Spear King of the North, according to what we agreed to at that time,"

Mr. Santeno was not surprised by the answer. In fact, he already knew this, because because he never forgot the agreement between the two people.

As martial people, how could he possibly forget the dueling plan that was even talked about in this place?

To be honest, he was happy because he finally saw a battle that must have gone terribly. But on the other hand, Mr. Santeno was also worried. He was worried about losing someone between the two of them.

Because after all, in the battle there will certainly be casualties. For this matter, he could not be sure who would lose and who would win. Neither does he hope.

All he expected was that there would be no casualties. Even though the old man knew that hope was impossible, but shouldn't everyone hope for anything?

As long as life is still contained in the body, then hope must always be there.

"It's Uncle knows too. Aside from the reason you just mentioned, isn't there another reason?" ask him further.

"Yes, there,"

"What?"

Cakra Buana breathed first. He did not answer directly. Highlight the eyes and belonging to the young man's face turned great. It was like there was anger in his body.

"I want to know who the person who had sent the Thousand Faces Maling Sakti to retrieve the Blood Red Sword belonging to my best friend, the Sword Swordsman of Allegiance. Besides, I also want to hear Uncle's explanation, why would that old man be able to steal my best friend's heirloom sword? Isn't the care in this college very tight, if so why did it happen?" ask Cakra Buana.

He said it full of emphasis. Every word was spoken so steadily that Mr. Santeno could hear clearly.

The look on the old man's face was very sharp. Between wonder, sadness, anger and hate mixed into one. His face suddenly looked a few years older.

Mr. Santeno had expected that a time like this would happen. Sooner or later. And now it has been proven.

For a moment he was only able to bow to look at the empty wine cup. She's confused. Not knowing how to answer.

"If Uncle answered, would you believe it?"

"alright. Then Uncle will say what is known,"

Mr. Santeno then refilled his old cup. He drank it right away. After his body could be invited to cooperate, the old man immediately told a story.

"That night it rained down hard. Lightning blared. Uncle is sitting here alone. The students who are assigned to guard, still carry out their respective duties. At first it was ordinary, not the slightest strangeness occurred. But moments later, it began to happen,"

"The sounds of dying cries began to be heard at the place where the disciples were standing guard. In the midst of the heavy rain, several college students died horribly at the hands of the Thousand Faces Maling Sakti. A moment later, a yellow light shot into the forbidden area, where the Swordsman of Maturity was residing,"

"The light is very fast. In just a moment, everything was gone. Actually at that time Uncle wanted to hunt. Even ready to pursue him. Honey, something happened to Uncle himself, too,"

Arriving here, Mr. Santeno stopped for a while. His face was emitting a great anger within him. His eyes burned like fire in hell.

"What happened to Uncle?"

"Someone has thrown a secret and precise weapon regarding Uncle's right thigh,"

"Who threw it?"

"Uncle does not know. Until now, Uncle still does not know for sure," he replied with anxiety.

"What secret weapon could hurt Uncle?"

"Only three sharp yellow bamboos are smaller than needles" he said slowly.

Cakra Buana jerks. He was shocked to hear his uncle's words.

Hownot? The Nameless Swordsman had already encountered that secret weapon several times. Although at first glance it is only simple, although it looks ordinary, but who would have thought? "Yellow bamboo needles" are very scary.

"I can't imagine how fast the needle slides," he murmured while looking away.

"It's really fast,"

"Yes, that's for sure. Perhaps his speed was invisible to his own eyes, for otherwise it would be impossible for a Mr. Santeno to be harmed so easily,"

Everybody knows that. No one doubts how high the science of the Sadewo Single College teacher. If not too fast, it would be impossible for him to be injured. If it was not an equal figure to him, it was impossible for that person to be able to do such a thing.

But the question now is, who is it?

Mr. Santeno did not deny the words of Cakra Buana. If others are convinced of his power, why not him?

Forever, Mr. Santeno Tanuwijaya is a very confident person. Especially strength.

"At that time, was there anyone else that Uncle saw?"

"There's only one person,"

"Who?"

"Sri Ningsih .." he said while bluffing his teeth.

Cakra Buana is surprised for your umpteenth. He did not want to believe Mr. Santeno's words.

"Did Uncle not look wrong?"

"certainly no. Although I am this old, my eyes are not old. This pair of times is still reliable, and Uncle is sure of it,"