Swordsman Without a Name

Clues

The Nameless Swordsman's body let out a terrifying magic air. The immeasurable inner power that was engulfing within his body instantly instantly swelled out due to that immense fury.

The rocks are flying against each other. The wind rolled around forming a huge vortex. Some large enough tree trunks were made to topple over other trees nearby.

Because of the terrible consequences resulting from the blaze of anger, finally the cave that is so strong also experienced a crack. Most of it has collapsed. The black stone that was violently falling caused a booming sound.

Bummm!!! Bummm!!!

The immediate state of the ravages due to the rampage of the Buana Chakra. His entire life, other than because of Ling Zhi's death long ago, it felt like the Nameless Swordsman had never been this angry.

He was in a rage for a long time too. So that in the end the Cakra Buana stops by itself.

His inner strength was much reduced due to the anger earlier. His concentration is crumbling due to more and more problems.

After successfully controlling himself, the young man finally sat down cross-legged. Cakra Buana closed both eyes. Both hands are placed in front of the chest. Just like someone who is worshiping.

A while later, Cakra Buana had already managed to dive into his own mind. He was trying to calm himself down and resigned to what had happened in his life.

Life is already decisive. As hard and hard as you try, if Sang Hyang Widhi has given you absolute destiny, then forever you can do nothing. Unless resigned, what else can you do?

The mind is a realm of tranquility. There you'll feel calm. Quietly. If you get to the "it" realm, then you'll feel something you've never felt before.

There's nobody but yourself. There was only white light. There is no other light. It's empty there too.

Because it is a vacuum.

Empty is content. And the contents are empty.

If you've ever "visited" that place, then you'll understand what this all means. If not, try so you can find out what the "nature of life is".

A drink of tea later, Cakra Buana has opened both eyes that had closed. Now the young man felt fresher. Her body is not tired anymore. He's not angry anymore either.

Cakra Buana is calm. Calm like clear water in the middle of the lake there. Calem's face. Despite suffering the death of his best friend and the destruction of this historic place, he still remained calm.

As if nothing else could make him worry.

The Nameless Swordsman stepped slowly towards the scene. He wants to check back. Every time something happens, isn't there always a clue or a proof?

Of course there is. And that's what he's looking for right now.

The carcass of his best friend is still scattered. Cakra Buana was very confident that they must have fought a fierce battle with the demon-hearted man.

After some time searching for clues, the young man finally managed to find them. A small hint, but for him it was very valuable.

There were four clues found by the Nameless Swordsman. He found two dark-black sword ronces. One silver trident eye I've had. The special wooden cradle of a spear, and the foul-smelling ground.

Although it was only the clue that he had just found, but Cakra Buana was sure to find out who did it. Moreover, he already had a suspected suspect in this incident.

Stepping forward a few spears, the young man was startled back with another powerful piece of evidence. Precisely near the mouth of the cave, Cakra Buana only realized that there are more important clues than before.

On top of the wide pontoon leaves, it turns out there is a painting made not to be finished. The painting is ambiguous, but Cakra Buana can already see it quite clearly.

The painting is a human painting. There are five people. Each of his paintings were like they were made at the last moment and in a hurry. This can be seen clearly.

Everything's opaque. But even so, for Cakra Buana justu is more than enough.

Nameless Swordsman bluffing teeth. So angry, the land he pitched so that it collapsed deep enough. His footprints will be immortal on this land.

After that, he then returned to the place where the carcasses of his friends were. The Buana chakra makes a hole for their graves. Despite the fact that they are animals, but the animal is actually his best friend.

As a good friend, of course Cakra Buana will also treat them as well as possible.

After finishing burying the special animals, the Nameless Swordsman decided to leave.

Yush!!!

Without saying much more, he then darted by relying on the science of lightening his body that had reached the perfect stage. The Buana chakra takes it out to the highest point.

For that reason, only for a moment had he been far from the valley. Somehow, I knew he was on top. Just where he was before he went down into the valley.

The afternoon sun will soon be drowning. A gentle breeze blew slowly like the caress of a lover. The Nameless Swordsman was still silent.

He wanted to look at the valley full of memories for the last time. Without feeling it, two drops of her tears dripped down her cheeks.

Cakra Buana closed his eyes. Reconcile the good memories with them. Dining together. Swim together. Until we slept together.

Memories as beautiful as this, really should end miserably?

Those good beasts, do they really have to just die?

No. gabe. Not likely. Until at any time, Cakra Buana will avenge their deaths. He will fully investigate this incident. Blood debt pay blood. The debt of life.

"Is the Master who stands is the Nameless Swordsman?" suddenly a voice rippled behind him.

The sound was cringed. Just like a tin of rombeng. Even better canned than his voice.

The Nameless Swordsman turned his body. It turned out that now, in that place were already two people standing.

Two old grandmothers whose faces were blurred. Hair disheveled. He looked at Cakra Buana while smiling incoherently. It appeared to him that the two grandmothers had rows of teeth that had blackened completely.

Their clothes are black. Both were not seen carrying weapons. But just a glance, the Nameless Swordsman already knew that they were actually not random people.

"really. Who are you guys?"

"Master doesn't need to know who we are. Which is clear, we're here because we got a job,"

"What duty?"

"Its duty is to kill the Master,"

"I've never met you. I never had a problem either, why would I want to kill me?"

"The problem is not important. We just run errands. Duty is still a task. The other problem, we don't know,"

"Has the Black-hooded Master told you to?"

Suddenly the eyebrows of the two old grannies wrinkled. They look at each other. It seemed that the two women were astonished.

"Who is the Black-Hawed Employer?"