Swordsman Without a Name

Special Duel

A man dressed in black had just walked out of the diner. That guy is very old. Long hair. His stature despite being thin, but the prowess and good looks of his youth can still be seen clearly. His eyes are still sharp. It was as if the look in his eyes was able to pierce through anything he saw.

He walks in a relaxed manner. Everyone who sees himself must bow respectfully. People always smile kindly when they cross paths with him.

On the old man's back was an heirloom weapon wrapped in a red cloth. Puddly red. Red blood.

Although no one can see the shape of the navel, but everyone knows that it must be a high-level heirloom. An heirloom weapon that once rattled the martial world of Java.

A spear. The tip of the spear's eyes was gold-colored.

That is the golden spear. Anyone will know who the owner is. Except for the Golden Spear King from the North, it felt like no one else had such an heirloom.

Even though the Golden Spear King from the North was walking leisurely, it turned out that he had just been a short time away from the tavern earlier. Now the old geezer was running using the science of lightening his body which had reached the perfect stage.

The old man had an appointment. He had already promised to come to Sadewo Single College before the sun was overhead.

Even though the sun is now only sepulanglah, but forever he does not want to be late. To him, coming early was much better than coming too long. Forever he does not like to be made to wait, which is why he also does not want to make others wait.

A black shadow shot out among the crowd of citizens. His speed is like the wind. No one can see it clearly.

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In the pendopo was the Nameless Swordsman and the others were still waiting patiently. There was no doubt among them, for all of them knew very well what the true nature of the Golden Spear King from the North was.

"She's coming" said the Nameless Swordsman as he got up from his seat.

"Who is he, Kakang?" sian-li Bwee Hua.

"King of the Golden Spear of the North …"

"Where is he?" ask the Wingless Angel.

The Nameless Swordsman did not give an answer by mouth. But the young man immediately looked up at the top of the tile. The three people who were with him also did the same.

"Hahaha, your ears are sharp,"

Someone laughed out loud. Then with just a simple move, the person immediately jumped up and went down in front of Mr. Santeno and the other three people.

It turned out to be true, the grandfather of the martial world from the North had come. He smelled a warm smile. A typical smile of a friend who misses his own best friend.

"You seem to be getting older" the Golden Spear King told Mr. Santeno.

"Hahaha, the age of humans will grow older," he replied humorously.

The two men embraced warmly.

"Aii, who are these two beautiful girls?" the old man asked while looking at Cakra Buana and Mr. Santeno.

"He's Cakra Buana's bodyguard" whispered the master teacher.

The two parents then laughed loudly. Happy laughter, happy laughter.

"Some time did not meet, it turns out he was like us when we were young. Very smart to choose a tigress. Aii, great, great," he said, patting Cakra Buana on the shoulder several times.

The young man did not answer. He just smiled while slightly embarrassed. Although his heart was indeed a little anxious, but in the presence of this great figure like the Golden Spear King, Cakra Buana preferred to be humble.

"Come, come, please sit down first. We spend this time eating and drinking wine together" said Mr. Santeno kindly.

The Golden Spear King agreed, he immediately stepped into the pendopo then poured the palm wine and then immediately drank it.

The five people immediately partied. They want to spend the last seconds before a big fight arrives. The battle that will determine the life and death of a swordsman.

Who will die? Is the Swordsman without a Name? Atauka the Golden Spear King of the North?

The three people who were there secretly felt affection, although the three wanted the duel to not happen later, but how else? Rice has become porridge. After all, in this duel no one forced.

All thanks to the agreement of the two parties concerned.

"It should be if you want a duel do not drink wine Sir. Because it can reduce the power of concentration when the fight later," said Sian-li Bwee Hua suddenly spoke up.

"No problem. If for others the old man is something intoxicating, for me it is precisely something that can add to the spirit. But if you are not used to it, it is better not to imitate this habit of mine," he replied with a laugh.

Others could only laugh bitterly. Three men there were already drunk. They know, drunken about to duel is not a good thing. But what is called habit, forever difficult to change. Especially if the habit is ingrained.

"Why did you arrive long enough?" asked Mr. Santeno to the King of the Golden Spear.

"I stopped by the store in the corner there, a year ago I ordered a coffin,"

"For whom?"

"For the loser. This duel is a special duel, I deliberately bought a coffin from teak wood,"

Everyone there was a little surprised. It turned out that the old man had prepared everything for a long time.

It was true, the Golden Spear King of the North had planned this duel a few years earlier when the Sword Swordsman of Allegiance was still alive. They have prepared everything.

Honey, Sang Hyang Widhi said something else so that his best friend even died first. Fortunately, there are other friends who are willing to replace his position.

Secretly the Golden Spear King himself praised the loyalty of the Nameless Swordsman's friendship. Although he had not known the Swordsman of Maturity for long, it turned out that he was willing to risk his own life.

"In addition to preparing the coffin, what else are you preparing?" ask Mr. Santeno further.

"My golden spear,"

"Why indeed?"

"Just after the departure of the Nameless Swordsman from here, from then on I did not come out of my residence. Even if I go out, I don't carry my spear. This spear has eaten too many human lives, therefore, if it eats again, then it's the last meal,"

"So you mean, this spear is also devoted to the duel later? For a little over a year, you're willing not to use it just to wait for the duel?" asked Mr. Santeno in shock.

"Absolutely. I told you, this duel is a special duel. Therefore, I have calculated everything," replied the Golden Spear King calmly.

Inevitably the people before him had to praise. There was rarely anyone like that old man.

He was willing to keep his mischievous heirloom weapon only to determine a deciding duel. Whereas for every swordsman, using other weapons — even though the shape is the same—, is not easy. You may lose your confidence or even your own strength.

"It's not just duels that are special. It turns out that you're very special too" praised the Nameless Swordsman respectfully.