Swordsman Without a Name

Kebon Jati Village

The third fist had already passed a moment ago. Darkness still enveloped the earth, but in fact the Nameless Swordsman had already left the Royal Palace.

It was intentionally done. Because to get out of there, times like this are the most appropriate times. Where at this time drowsiness must attack anyone.

Every human being who lives in the virtual world, as strong and claustrophobic as anything, if drowsiness has really come, it is certain that the person will not be able to fight it.

Drowsiness is not much different from hunger. Both are absolute things that have been given by Sang Hyang Widhi to every creature.

If a thing has been determined directly by Him, is there a human who can fight?

The banyan tree is huge. Its width might be the size of two adult hugs. Tree branches are very sturdy and many branches. The Nameless Swordsman decided to go up there while waiting for the bright day of the land.

Once his feet were on the ground, his body had already soared upwards. The young man immediately alighted on one of the branches of the tree which he thought was suitable and comfortable.

With ease Cakra Buana relaxes. In his right hand was arak that was deliberately brought from the Royal Palace. After getting the best position, arak was immediately poured directly into his mouth.

Although alone, but if the wine was in his hands, then he would never feel lonely. Arak can be anything. Be it friends, enemies, or even friends.

Previously, the Nameless Swordsman had made a pact with his comrades, they would meet again after three or four months later.

At that time, everyone involved in this grand plan was required to complete their respective tasks. Whether it's a task inside the Royal Palace, or in the field.

No one has rejected this agreement. Everyone agreed without doubt.

Three to four months is not a minute. During that time, they thought it was more than enough to unravel the mystery that was still covered by this black fog.

Those involved are experts in the field of research. Especially Sian-li Bwee Hua and the Nameless Swordsman. His experience investigating various things in Tionggoan has made him mature to become a detective.

On the other hand, they also have something. Something very important in removing this veil.

That something is nothing but confidence and confidence.

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The dawn has gone. A golden light appeared at the eastern end of the sky. The sound of rooster crowing sounded alternately without stopping.

The dark fog has disappeared. Now it's the turn of the bright day that appears.

Loneliness goes nowhere. The crowd is coming back soon.

After resting overnight, the residents began to carry out their activities. Farmers, merchants, wine vendors, tavern owners and so on started this new day with great zeal.

As is the Unnamed Swordsman.

The young man was overwhelmed by the burning feeling of spirit. Now he was walking to the diner to have breakfast. The steps are very light. His face was also shining brightly, as bright as the sun this morning.

The shop is in the middle of the city. Cakra Buana immediately sat down and immediately ordered a breakfast menu. He did not want to linger there, therefore after the food came, he immediately ate it with greed.

In just a moment, the order had already run out into his stomach.

After paying the meal fee, the young man immediately left the tavern. He felt very excited. Even the Nameless Swordsman was ready to do all sorts of things.

But once he plunged directly into the field, Cakra Buana suddenly confused. He didn't know what to do at the moment.

He wants to leave. But shouldn't every departure have a purpose?

The young man tried to calm his mind back. Suddenly Cakra Buana remembered something. His longing suddenly appeared.

What the hell is he thinking? Who would want to be met by him?

Yush!!!

Suddenly his body shot out as fast as the wind. In just a moment, he was no longer able to see his shadow.

Time continues to creep by without stopping. The Nameless Swordsman had already traveled for several days. Now he is in Kebon Jati Village.

Kebon Jati Village is a fairly large village. The people here are prosperous with their crops. Several acres of teak trees also surround this village.

The atmosphere is very cold. His natural beauty is still awake.

A few days ago, the Nameless Swordsman wanted to go to the valley where there were monkeys and tigers who were his best friends. He misses those clever and mysterious animals.

For him, the animal has an important role in his life. Because if there are no them, it feels like there is no longer the name Cakra Buana now.

The ape and several tigers diligently and patiently trained and cared for him for some time. What they did to him, during his life it was impossible for him to be able to do it.

On the other hand, before leaving, Cakra Buana also promised to visit back there after the task was completed.

And now that the task in question was done, that was why he wanted to go there. But who would have thought, in the middle of the trip earlier when he was walking casually, suddenly there was a Village Chief who approached him and asked him for help.

According to the old man's confession, his village was being hit by a disaster. It was a strange but quite scary event.

Where every night there is always the disappearance of young men or girls in the village.

Currently, Cakra Buana is in a house in question. The Village Chief was also sitting right in front of him.

"Has this incident been a long time Ki (Grandfather)?"

"Not so long Den, most recently weekly," replied the Village Chief who is usually called Ki Marta.

"But the young man and the missing girl are already quite a lot?"

"True, there's probably already about seven people. Every night, a young man or a rudder will be lost for no reason,"

Pendekar Nameless mangosteen, according to him this problem is quite interesting.

"Before this happened, did anything else happen?"

"Nothing, Den. It's just that, two days earlier there were three foreigners who came to our village,"

"Who are they?" ask the Unnamed Swordsman further.

"Nobody knows. Because those people don't want to mention names. Nor did they do anything, only after the arrival of the three men during the day, at night began to happen this strange event,"

"Hemm, interesting. How do they look?"

"The three looked like martial world people. All of them are men who are old enough. The clothes are different, one yellow, one black, another color of the bungur (purple),"