Swordsman Without a Name

Analyzes

The room was quiet. All the great battles are over. Cakra Buana again managed to come out as the winner. The young man did not suffer any external injuries.

It's just that his internal organs felt a little pain because they were shaken several times with the opponents' moves that were not less powerful.

The room was struck by a gripping and creepy silence. The blood of the victims of the Nameless Swordsman's violence began to dry up.

Cakra Buana is walking forward. He pulled out his sword which had been stuck deep enough.

"Hahh .." the young man let out a heavy sigh.

The Nameless Swordsman deeply regretted why this life and death battle had always befallen him. He always comes out as a winner, but the question is, what does he get out of it?

The answer doesn't exist. Yeah, there's no.

Every time after fighting life and death and coming out victorious, Cakra Buana once felt empty. Heart's empty. As is his soul.

Sometimes he thinks, until when will he continue like this? When will the humans kill each other? When will the above end? Is forever? Is there really no end?

Cakra Buana stepped out of the room. The Dragon Sword and Tiger had already returned to where they were. The heirloom sword was wrapped in a clean white cloth.

The way to walk slowly but surely. The distance between one step and another is always the same. It's slow, but very fast. For a moment, he was outside.

It turned out that the assumption was not wrong, the large and luxurious old building was indeed surrounded by dozens of people who came from the black stream.

At every corner, every place, there was an enemy looking at him sharply. Their eyes reflected anger and hatred.

Those guys are wearing uniforms. Obviously, they are from the same place.

Although he was watched by dozens of pairs of starving wolf-like eyes, Cakra Buana did not stop. He's indifferent. It was as if nothing could hold its pace.

The mood is still quiet. So quiet.

So far nothing has happened. Or rather not yet, but not yet.

Yeah, it won't. Because they feel so scared. Jeri. At once horrified.

Although not everyone could see the fight clearly, but they also understood one thing.

If the young man can get out safely, of course their own people are not safe.

If they were not seriously injured, they would have been eliminated.

Those dozens of people were not mindless fools. If only their leader was killed, then what would happen if they were determined to attack the Nameless Swordsman?

Isn't that the same as suicide?

Yush!!! Yush!!!

Suddenly one by one they began to enter the old building after Cakra Buana had gone from there. They were shocked half to death at the sight of that horrifying sight.

No less than ten people felt countless nausea. Without being detained again, these people immediately vomited. The entire meal that had entered his stomach suddenly came out back without any residue.

It was a dark night. What a creepy night.

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Morning time.

He's feeling very sleepy. Almost last night he had not slept for a second. Sayu's eyes. The white color in those eyes turned slightly red because of it.

His whole body was painful at once. He wants to sleep for an hour or two. Unfortunately, he couldn't sleep.

If someone seems to be thinking a lot, will he really be able to sleep?

Cakra Buana is still thinking about the Venomous Hand. That incident is impossible for him to forget. Now he is re-analyzing.

After thinking for a while, he finally found an answer.

He believed, and was very sure that the Venomous Hand was the messenger of the Dark Lord and the Four Perverted Gods. The demon kingpin might have heard news of him returning.

Then he looked for information about her. After knowing the ins and outs of him, maybe they deliberately sought trouble with him through destroying the historic valley.

Doesn't such an analysis make sense? Whatever secret Cakra Buana is, what information can not be obtained by a demon kingpin like the Dark Lord?

What information and anyone, if the Dark Lord wanted to, surely he could get it.

After pondering for a while, Cakra Buana suddenly pranced and stood up. His face was suddenly as bright as the morning sun. A smile was drawn in his mouth.

It seemed that the young man was overjoyed.

And win right. Cakra Buana even felt very happy because he increasingly found the bright spot of this problem.

If the Venomous Hand who is the messenger of the Dark Lord is here, isn't it impossible if he himself is in the vicinity?

The bright spot is finally starting to be discovered. Now all he had to think about was where the Dark Lord was? If he wanted to ask, to whom should Cakra Buana ask him?

At that moment, suddenly his ears heard a voice. At first he thought it was the sound of an enemy coming. But it wasn't.

The sound was not from the enemy, nor was it from the animals around the forest.

Rather it comes from worms in his own stomach.

Cakra Buana smiled bitterly. So scared, he only realized that he had not been a tomb since last night. Although the young man was a swordsman, but the swordsman was also still a human.

As a human being, hunger is a natural thing. Anyone can feel it.

The more resistant, the feeling of hunger is even more. Therefore, Cakra Buana does not want to procrastinate anymore.

Yush!!!

His body darted using the science of lightening the body. Now the priority is to fill your stomach. The matter of figuring out the existence of the Dark Lord, it can be put aside first.

A drink of tea later, the Nameless Swordsman was already in a tavern. A serving of chicken-baked liquor rice was already available before him.

Without lingering any longer, he immediately ate the dish while it was still warm. Although only a simple menu, but very delicious.

In this world, the truth must be like that. As long as we are grateful for something given by God, then everything will turn into pleasure.

Misery can turn into happiness. Distress can turn into pleasure, which is important we want to be grateful and continue to be grateful.

Fifteen minutes have passed. Cakra Buana had already finished her breakfast. Not to forget he then threw silver money on the table as a cost.