Swordsman Without a Name

Healing Process

Midnight has arrived. Tonight the moon only appears in half. The shape is not perfect, even impressed like a sharp scythe.

The stars that are still visible are only a few. Eve is cold. The atmosphere was quiet. The building is still open, but there are rarely guests.

Even most of their guests had fallen asleep. In a dimly lit room, the Nameless Swordsman had already made preparations to treat Queen Ayu or who was actually her own aunt.

The young man named Cakra Buana was undressing. He also kept his sword. Doing something big like now certainly requires careful readiness.

There can be no mistake. Because if there is, then everything can fall apart. And if that happens, then as a result no one can imagine.

If not his life that was lost, of course the life of Queen Ayu itself is a guarantee. In fact, it is not impossible if the lives of the two people drift simultaneously.

The night is getting late. The atmosphere was also getting quieter.

Finally Cakra Buana started the first step. He climbed on the bed and crossed right next to his aunt.

During this time, Queen Ayu did not know anything related to something that the people would do to her. He'll understand. Hearing, even seeing.

But with his current condition, what could he do?

Let alone to stand up, even to talk is very difficult. He can't even talk at all.

All Queen Ayu could do was blink her eyes, glare or close them. That's all it is. No less and no more.

If a colleague or your family is in the position of Queen Ayu, isn't it very sad and painful?

If the answer is yes. Then it is also what is now being felt by the Nameless Swordsman.

Which niece is not sick seeing her aunt helpless?

Finally the healing process begins. The Nameless Swordsman brought his palms close to the chest of Queen Ayu. The lady understood what she had to do.

Queen Ayu closed her eyes and began to calm her mind. His entire soul, his entire life he had bestowed upon the handsome young man who was before him at this moment.

In her little heart, the omnipotent woman was like recognizing the young man who was now treating her. His heart said that the young man was no one else.

Then who is he? Is it his brother? Or who?

Queen Ayu did not know. He's completely forgotten. But really, his heart said that the young man was the one who had a close relationship with him. His heart must not be wrong.

Is not the heart the truth of honesty?

Regardless of who the handsome young man was, clearly Ratu Ayu really thanked him a lot.

Thin bright red colored auras started coming out from both palms of the Nameless Swordsman. Eve that feels warm and brings a comfortable feeling immediately spread throughout the body of Queen Ayu.

The more comfortable he became until he began to fall asleep. Previously, Queen Ayu had never felt this kind of feeling.

Does comfort make a person forget everything?

A cup of tea passed. The second fist was heard being hit by the patrons. Outside, it appears that some residents walked hand in hand with colleagues while wearing a boxed sarong.

Every night those patrons must have turned. They're going around to tell everyone what time it is while checking security.

Although at first glance she looked unprepared, but in fact the Red-faced Goddess was already very prepared. Let alone others, rudely, mosquitoes will be caught if they intend to disturb him.

For a peerless swordsman, calm is actually alert. His vigilance could not be explained in words.

Each of the peerless warriors has a distinctive feature of their own. Whoever the person is, as long as he is in this position, then the swordsman must have the same characteristics.

That silence is scary. Moving crushing.

Their silence scares everyone. And their movement can vibrate the virtual world.

That is why all the warriors below must be afraid to face the people who have reached the top. Honey, in this world there are so many people who are desperate. Especially in the martial world.

Sometimes they already knew that the would-be opponent was a peerless swordsman, but those people were still determined to kill him.

Isn't this funny and ridiculous?

But that's how it is. The martial world of the warriors is not the same as the world of the layman. Forever, the two worlds will never be the same even if they are next to each other.

One person will mock each other according to their world.

Yush!!! Yush!!! Yush!!!

At the time when the Red-faced Goddess was daydreaming while still drinking wine, suddenly her very sharp ears suddenly heard something from behind her.

As soon as he turned his body and looked at the origin of the sound, he suddenly saw seven flying blades darting rapidly towards him like an eagle grabbing onto prey.

Wutt!!!

The silvery-white light emitted a dense murderous air.

The Red-faced Goddess immediately reacted. He knew there was someone who tried to kill him in a vile manner. Naas, that person miscalculated one thing.

He would have never thought that the beautiful girl sitting on the roof was a different girl from the others. The girl who looked weak was just the opposite. He has abilities that no one has ever imagined.

Yush!!!

Dozens of black shadows in the form of small dots in the middle of the darkness slid swiftly. The dozens of black dots shot out faster and stronger than the eight flying blades earlier.

His speed is like lightning. No one will suspect it.

The branch!!! The branch!!!

The collision of two of the same hard objects made of steel soon occurred. The collision was so great that it created a shockwave. Some rooftops are broken. Plus the eight flying knives now increased to sixteen.

Not increased because the owner recalls. This happened because the eight flying knives had been broken by the Red-Scaled Goddess using her flagship black needle.

After clumping several times in the air, finally the Red-faced Goddess directly descended back onto the roof. His movements were very light and light like smoke.

"Show me your nostrils before I lower my hands even more cruelly," said the Red-faced Goddess in a voice of overwhelming anger.