Swordsman Without a Name

Meet Grandpa Sakti

No, it's impossible. Cakra Buana still remembers and is very sure that here is the meeting place with the Information Source Girl.

He must not be wrong. His memory is normal. Even what they said at the time of the meeting, Cakra Buana can still remember it.

So how could he possibly be misplaced?

The Nameless Swordsman still stood glued in his place. He did not understand why something like this should happen in his life.

All his life, it felt like Cakra Buana had just experienced something like this.

Did the Nameless Swordsman get hit by magic?

That doesn't feel possible. With his knowledge already reaching the perfect stage, how could he possibly be exposed to magic by others? If the word could be, surely the people who can do it are not more than ten people.

Caring for the devil with all sorts of things that just happened. Cakra Buana does not want to bother. Now he decided to go from there. He wanted to return to the Royal Palace immediately. The Nameless Swordsman wanted to know whether the information said by the omnipresent girl was true or not.

Yush!!!

The red shadow darted through the darkness of the night. In the middle of that pitch-black night, Cakra Buana was like a demon. His movements are really fast. Faster than you've ever imagined.

According to his calculations, if he unleashed all his abilities, he would surely arrive in the days leading up to the light of the ground.

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The sound of the rooster crowing has been heard telling each other in the distance there. The chirping of birds on the branches of trees and their nests each sounded very melodious.

The air was so cold that it felt bone-chilling. The morning dust has not disappeared. The dew drips onto the leaves below it until it finally falls to the ground.

The Goddess of the Night had returned to her contest. The darkness that enveloped the earth was no longer there.

A golden light appeared in the eastern part. His spray is able to illuminate the entire universe and its contents. Although it has not been seen, but the light has been seen and felt by all beings.

The Nameless Swordsman was standing in the forest near the Kingdom. He wanted to go in there, but he hesitated. To infiltrate a place, the night is indeed the best time than to do it during the day.

If the night can certainly hide in a dark place, while during the day? Of course it can't.

Then, what should he do now?

After almost a drink of tea stood in that place, Cakra Buana finally decided to leave. He doesn't want to take too much of a risk. That is why he chose to pass.

Yush!!!

A red shadow like lightning rushed out from the territory of the Royal Palace. Cakra Buana intends to find someone.

He wants to see Grandpa Penyu. At times like this, it was only the old man who could help him to escape the confusion.

The day is clear of land. Many lives are back. Restaurants throughout Kotaraja region are crowded filled with visitors and customers.

The people around were jostling with each other. The sound of someone's booming beats the sound of birds chirping in the morning.

Cakra Buana goes into a fairly large and luxurious tavern. The young man deliberately came there because he knew that the people of the Royal Palace, usually like to do breakfast at the place.

In addition to wanting to meet Grandpa Penaru, Cakra Buana also wanted to meet a Pair of Grandpa and Grandmother Sakti. Because only the two old men knew where the old man was.

Pucuk loved ulam also arrived.

Just for a moment he was sitting there, from the entrance was suddenly seen by a pair of Grandpa and Grandmother Sakti. The two of them stepped slowly in confident steps.

"Go to the back first Kek, I want to ask you," Cakra Buana said suddenly.

He said through science sending out long-distance sounds. Except for the two of them, surely no one would be able to hear it anymore.

Grandfather Sakti suddenly turned towards the voice. As soon as he saw that there was Cakra Buana there, he was quite shocked. As soon as possible he nodded his head.

"I go to the back first. You order food," he said slowly to Granny Sakti.

"Well," replied the Grandmother Sakti without saying much.

When did he move?

Grandfather Sakti did not want to think of such foolish things. He knew, what no one else could do, could instead be done by the Nameless Swordsman, his lord.

"Don't wear a tatakrama" Cakra Buana said.

Grandfather Sakti nodded. The old man immediately understood the meaning of his words.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"There,"

"Whatis that? Say?"

"I want to go see Grandpa Pengharu. Where can I find him?"

"In the western diner. In the afternoon he must have been there,"

"I don't want to wait long. I want to go straight to his residence. Do you know where the residence is?"

"I know," answered Kake Sakti quickly.

Cakra Buana did not answer. The young man was waiting for the old man before him to continue speaking. "Go south. There is one hill, near the foot of the hill there is a simple saung. That's his residence,"

"All right then. Right now I'm going to go there" said Cakra Buana.

"Wait a minute, why do you want to find his house?"

"Later you'll know for yourself,"

"It looks like you're in a hurry, like,"

"It's a big hurry, too,"

Yush!!!

Grandpa Sakti did not have time to answer, Cakra Buana was gone. In just a moment, he had disappeared from his sight.

His lord left, then his subordinates certainly left as well. Behind the diner, there was no man.

Inside the tavern, it turned out that Grandma Sakti was waiting for him. In front of him there are already some dishes that still reflect thin white smoke scented.

"Have you met anyone?" her question was so Grandpa Sakti sat beside her.

"Fright up,"

"Who did you meet?"

"Someone without a name" Grandpa Sakti replied.

Grandma Sakti immediately understood who the person meant. Someone without a name, who else if not the Nameless Swordsman aka Cakra Buana?

"Is there an important problem?"

"I don't know for sure. It was just that he asked where the Renewing Grandfather's residence was. It seems like he's in a hurry too,"

"Hemm, there seems to be a precarious problem,"

"Perhaps," Grandfather Sakti said as he raised both shoulders.

"impossible not. But sure,"

"Why are you so sure of what you said?"

"Because a woman's feelings are much more sensitive than a man's feelings" replied the Grandmother Sakti with a triumphant smile.