Swordsman Without a Name

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Cakra Buana. All of Mr. Santeno's remarks were completely unexpected. He never thought that Sri Ningsih, a beautiful girl who has a body like a Spanish guitar, would become a suspect in the incident involving her late friend.

Although the young man wanted to refute, unfortunately he did not know what to say. After all, there was no compelling reason for him to defend.

Mr. Santeno it is natural to suspect Sri Ningsih as the perpetrator who threw a pointed bamboo needle at him, because at that time he only saw himself as a person. There was no one else but the beautiful girl.

If you were in Mr Santeno's position, wouldn't you do the same?

"Well, as soon as he realized that Uncle saw him, what did he do?"

"He was immediately excited. Wanted to leave but couldn't. Because at that moment, Uncle was already in front of him,"

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At that time, when Mr. Santeno arrived before Sri Ningsih, the beautiful girl immediately wavered. He did not know what to do at the time of the incident. Wanting to go is impossible, wanting to be silent, it makes itself go awry.

"What are you doing here?" asked Mr. Santeno at the time.

The old man snarled a little. If someone else was there, he would obviously know that the master teacher was furious.

"I-I was just looking at Master's rain," Sri Ningsih replied growing nervous as she saw Mr. Santeno's attitude towards him.

"Go from before me right now," he snapped.

Without saying much more, Sri Ningsih immediately ran away. The run was terrified. Exactly like a thief who is being chased by the citizens.

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"So, Uncle was very sure the person who threw the yellow bamboo needle was Sri Ningsih?" tanya Cakra Buana reiterated.

"Not wrong,"

"In that case, why didn't Uncle just kill him?" tanyanya astonishment.

"I don't have any solid evidence. After all, I am a martial world figure. Of course Uncle can't just act. Mending if the accusation is true, if wrong, how? Could add to his business," he said.

Cakra Buana could not defeat his uncle, if he was in the position of Mr. Santeno, maybe he would do the same.

"Then where is the girl now?"

"He's gone,"

"Go?" cakra Buana asked a little scream.

"True, he's gone. I don't know where it went, because until now no one knew,"

"When did he leave?"

"After the disappearance of the Blood Red Sword belonging to the Swordsman of Alignment,"

Cakra Buana. At the moment he doesn't know what to do with it.

"Then, ninety-eight percent was right that he was the culprit," the young man finally admitted.

"Where are the two percent missing?"

"The two percent is a possibility. Probably right, possibly wrong" Cakra Buana replied calmly.

"It doesn't look like this is as easy as I thought. Most likely the mastermind behind all the events that occurred in Tanah Java and Tanah Pasundan is the same person. Otherwise, at least a person who has a very close relationship," said Cakra Buana.

It is true, the above possibilities are very possible and very reasonable. Because one of the perpetrators is still the same person.

So the question now is who is the mastermind? Will this mystery be solved?

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Three days have passed back. The Nameless Swordsman and his two lovers have spent time at Sadewo Single School. The two beauties really enjoyed living in that place.

Nature's beautiful. The lush green mountains stand firm, as far as the eye can see, clearly visible expanse of blue and green oceans. Exactly like a carpet in a fairy tale.

The air is very cold. The people are friendly, which humans will not feel at home if presented with such natural beauty?

Let alone others, maybe if you were there though, would feel the same way.

Time shows the morning. The Nameless Swordsman along with his two lovers and Mr. Santeno Tanuwijaya were sitting on a pendopo where the elderly people were relaxing.

This school is located behind the college. Up ahead there are mountains, around which many trees that thrive. Pendopo was surrounded by a beautiful flower garden.

Smell poking nose. Butterflies and beetles flew towards the blooming flowers. The birds squeaked loudly.

In front of them was a table. On top of that there are several breakfast menus. Some of the cups were filled with warm tea.

The four of them were not just talking or enjoying the morning susana, those people were actually waiting for someone.

Someone who was highly anticipated by the Nameless Swordsman.

Yes, they are waiting for the Golden Spear King from the North. Reportedly, the old man would come today before the sun was overhead.

Yesterday, a student had sent him a letter that the Nameless Swordsman was already at Sadewo Single School. The letter was received with pleasure.

Not only Cakra Buana and the others, even the old geezer himself was similarly looking forward to moments like this.

He had dreamed of a duel that would soon be held at the Sadewo Single College.

"Will the Golden Spear King of the North come?" sian-li Bwee Hua. He did not know who the old man really was. All he knew was that his lover was going to duel.

"certainly come. Whatever happens to him, he will come. For I am sure that the Golden Spear King of the North is not a man of disbelief. Every time what was said, he must have dared to take responsibility" replied Mr. Santeno with confidence.

"really? What if he were dead?"

"Surely someone will come here with his body. Because he is a true warrior. A true warrior will not break a promise. Never forever will" this time it is Cakra Buana's turn to answer.

As he spoke so, his face radiated awe of its own. The look in his eyes showed how much he respected the old man.

Even as he spoke, his every word was not an empty talk. He speaks from the heart. Anyone knows that the heart is a place of honesty.

"Then, I also believe," said Sian-li Bwee Hua.

If two martial world figures had spoken with the same meaning, how could he not believe it?

Secretly the beautiful girl was curious as well as the figure of the Golden Spear King from the North. His current wish, Sian-li Bwee Hua, hopes that the old man will soon be able to come to Sadewo Single School.