Swordsman Without a Name

The Unexpected Meeting

The wind blew hard. The dust in the room rolled into one vortex. Everyone's eyes are blurred because they are covered by the dust.

The Nameless Swordsman was still standing in his original place. He seemed not to move even a little.

But his sword was dripping fresh blood instead. Drop by drop, the fresh, red blood fell to the floor. Whose blood is that?

In front of him, Ki Marta was also still standing. But now his face was pale. His body suddenly fell to the floor. May the old man have fallen victim to the ferocity of the Dragon Sword and the Tiger.

The heirloom sword again cost the lives.

The wind blows from the west. The fishy smell of blood smelled carried by the gust. The room was quiet. There were no living humans, only unfortunate corpses.

The Nameless Swordsman is gone. I don't know where it went, because no one saw it.

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The twilight has come. Red light copper panned to the virtual world evenly. The sound of birds chirping on a tree branch makes the ears comfortable to hear.

The Nameless Swordsman was sitting leaning under the yellow coconut tree. On the side were two coconuts that had just been eaten.

Now that handsome and burly young man was daydreaming. Cakra Buana's habit is to always think about something. If there is something that has not been completed and still makes him curious, then he will continue to think about it.

He did not think, why did Ki Marta know that she was going to the village? Where'd he know? Though Cakra Buana was convinced that when he left, no one knew.

Then from whom did the old man know the ins and outs?

The answer is only one. The Royal Palace's spy.

Aren't all the people who became Kingdom spies those who were already very skilled in their respective fields?

Yes, the alleged Nameless Swordsman leads to a Royal spy. Other than that, it felt like he had no answers anymore.

But if it's a Royal spy, doesn't that mean he's already known to the enemy? And if that is the case, then what will happen later can be greater than what he had originally imagined.

It is not impossible if all warriors are netted by the Kingdom just for the sake of killing him.

In this world, what can a kingdom not do?

Let alone killing one man, killing a thousand men, a Kingdom would be able to.

"Fuck everything that's going to happen. If the Kingdom knows, why? Isn't that even good? I could find it easier to find the mastermind of all this" he muttered consolingly.

The Nameless Swordsman did not tremble in the slightest. He knew that the risk of being a good person was death.

Yush!!!

His body suddenly sped up. Cakra Buana did it because he was curious, in front of there were several tens of people who were gathering to form a circle of humans of considerable size.

In the middle was an old old man holding a cane.

All who gathered displayed difficult facial expressions. Some are upset, angry, curious, and so on.

What exactly happened in this place?

The young man did not know. For now, it's better if he keeps quiet and studies the situation.

"Hey old rotten bangka, return the item you have taken," one resident snapped to the old man.

"What do you mean? I don't understand it at all" he said half in fear.

"Don't talk nonsense. I know you're just pretending,"

"Really, I don't know anything" he said, increasingly frightened.

Things are starting to get crowded. The citizens shouted and chided the old man.

Yush!!!

Suddenly he threw something on the ground. An extremely thick green smoke suddenly enveloped the place around him. Everyone is confused. Nobody knows what's going on.

The young man set his foot on the ground. Then his body immediately slid forward there towards the departure of the old man earlier.

Two human shadows chased each other at high speed. They ran as fast as they could, only for a moment it was far away from where it was.

Wutt!!!

Buana's chakra sends a long-range attack to the person before him. Segulung air sakti rushing.

Blarr!!!

At a very precise moment, the old man suddenly turned around and immediately did the same thing.

As a result, a long-range collision occurred. Shock waves make leaves fall in the wind. The old grandfather's body slid down. It was fortunate that he could control himself so as not to fall down.

Now the two men are facing each other. The Nameless Swordsman looked at him with full investigation. The old man is the same.

"How are you?" ask Cakra Buana while smiling knots.

"My news is good, are you alone?" ask the old man back.

"I'm good too. I've been looking for you for a long time, I don't think I've met you here, now,"

"really? Do you know who I am?"

"Which man doesn't know the Thousand Faces Maling Sakti?"

The old man immediately clenched his mouth. His face revealed an expression that was difficult to decipher. It was heard that the man sighed before speaking.

"It turns out your eyes are very sharp" he lamented.

The Nameless Swordsman simply smiled knottyly.

The old grandfather who faced him was none other than the Thousand Faces Mutant Sakti. One of the people being sought by the Nameless Swordsman.

"How do you know that this is me?" ask the Maling Sakti curious.

"Because I'm sure,"

"Is that all?"

"That's it. No less and no more,"

Maling Sakti Thousand Pensive Faces. He doesn't want to think about anything else. Regardless of how, Pendekar Unnamed already know his identity.

"Why have you been looking for me all this time?"

"Because I want to ask you something,"

"What's that?"

"I'm asking you to return all the things you stole. Especially the Bloodthirsty Sword and Kujang Dewa Batara," asserted the Nameless Swordsman.

The Muting Sakti Thousand Faces did not answer. That person just smiled coldly like a condescension.

"The substance is not on me. If you want it, take it for yourself" he replied.

The Nameless Swordsman frowned, he felt very curious about the Maling Sakti's answer.

"Is that really not on you?"

"Although what I did could be said to be lowly, but forever, the Thousand Faces Maling Sakti is not a person who likes to lie. To anyone I always speak honestly," he said.

He speaks as is. Maling Sakti does not like to lie. He does not like to be lied to, which is why he also does not want to lie.

"Then where are the heirlooms?"

"There's someone,"