Swordsman Without a Name
The Royal Palace
Three days have passed.
Tonight is the moon. It's even full. In the middle of the moon there is something like a rainbow that surrounds the Goddess of the Night.
Cool air. Cold weather pierces the bones. A gentle wind blew carrying the fragrance of flowers that were blooming fragrantly.
The situation is quiet. The residents have returned to their homes. They even slept well with their dreams.
On the streets of Kotaraja, usually people are always crowded. Whether morning, afternoon, evening, or even midnight though, Kotaraja must always be crowded. There will always be people passing by.
In addition to many visitors, in Kotaraja also certainly crowded with traders. Starting a street sword that sells confectionery, until a permanent trader who has been able to open his own business stall.
But somehow, tonight feels very different from the previous nights. Tonight is the most suitable time to enjoy the beauty presented by Sang Hyang Widhi.
Why is it that no one enjoys this beauty? Tonight is also a full moon, so why is it that no human being tries to enjoy it?
Where are those people? What is or will happen?
Kotaraja is a dead city. Except for just a few wine merchants and eateries trying to stay open despite the quiet atmosphere. It feels like no other traders are opening their business as well.
What a beautiful night. But it can't be enjoyed, isn't it a pity? Isn't it appropriate to be called pathetic?
The Nameless Swordsman was standing firmly on a very quiet Kotaraja street. His hair that had the length of a boat was allowed to unravel. The hair ripples when the night wind blows.
The robe is still the same. The robes are dragon and tiger. The robe is blood red.
His pair of eyes flashed sharply. In his right hand was already grasped a very famous heirloom sword. A sharp sword. A sword that never disappoints its owner.
The Dragon and Tiger Sword.
"Hahh .." Cakra Buana suddenly sighed.
The young man then raised his head upwards. He looked at the beautiful moon.
After sighing a few times back, Cakra Buana instantly steadied his resolve.
Tonight, he will fulfill his duty. The Nameless Swordsman will electrify the entire Royal Palace. Tonight, the flood of blood will probably happen much more intense than it did in the Kingdom forest.
Then, are the casualties caused also more and more? Will innocent people be targeted?
Yush!!!
The red shadow was sliding very hard. The Nameless Swordsman instantly took out the science of lightening his body to the highest point. If he's like this, don't expect anyone to stop him. Let alone humans, even Gods might not be able to prevent it.
Blarr!!!
Remote site attack. The gate of the Royal Palace was broken because it was hit by the mighty style. The six gatekeepers who were middle-class warriors were instantly slaughtered without having the time to do anything.
The Nameless Swordsman was already inside the palace. He wanted to move back, he wanted to hunt in and destroy everything there was.
But what a pity, right at that moment, ten people dressed in all black had already attacked him from all over.
Ten long-range and close-range attacks had already arrived before the eyes of the Nameless Swordsman. The opportunity to escape is no longer there.
Is tonight the last night for Cakra Buana? Is he really going to die now?
Yush!!!
Suddenly the wind rolled out into one so as to create a huge vortex and bring great power. The ten people tried to defend themselves from being dragged.
The Nameless Swordsman turned out to spin very quickly. He's like a fucking gasing. His body shape is not visible. All that was seen was a red shadow and a shining white light that kept flashing to and fro without stopping.
Crash!!! Brett!!! Brett!!!
Red blood spouts. Ten people dressed in all black were already lying on the ground. All were killed in the blink of an eye. No one can see this incident.
The wind is gone. The Nameless Swordsman stood back in his place.
The blood that came from the ten black-clothed people was still dripping on the tip of the Dragon Sword and the Tiger.
The young man's face grew cold. The death that came out of his body grew more and more obvious. The Dragon Sword and Tiger were enveloped by the killing air. The entire sword-like trunk was protected by a blood-red colored light.
It was at that moment that hundreds of Royal Palace soldiers appeared. Everyone wears uniforms. In his right hand was a spear. In his left hand was a shield. In addition, there are also soldiers armed with swords, cleaver, even gendewa (bow arrows).
All the soldiers appeared at the same time. Each of them is ready to carry out the duties of his lord. Those people are willing to risk their lives to fulfill their duties.
Yush!!! Yush!!! Yush!!!
Twenty human shadows appeared from all sorts of corners of the Royal Palace. They were all none other than the elite forces of the Palace. They are cosmen of the martial world who have not appeared for a long time.
That means, all of these people are first-class warriors.
Cakra Buana was not too shocked by their presence. A little bit of them already know these people. Because when he was still in the kingdom, he had met him.
Which makes him shocked precisely because of the presence of four parents who are no strangers in the martial world. The shock was because the Nameless Swordsman never thought that they would even be present at the Royal Palace.
The four old men among them were the Quail Wind Sword, the One Eye Swordsman, the Star Grandfather and the Fan God Dwarf.
They are none other than the grandfathers of the martial world of the Land of Pasundan. Although the four rarely appear, but every person of the lake river knows to each of the old man.
No one doesn't know about him. If there really is, maybe that person is just a dead person.
As the grandfather, the fourth lunge is certainly very extraordinary. They can make the earth shake and the sky shake. At a young age, the four were not as different as the Nameless Swordsman.
They are feared opponents and respected friends.
On the other hand, the four old men were people who belonged to the ranks of the free class. The four stood in the middle of two streams, black and white.
Right now, they were already within two or three spears before the Nameless Swordsman. The two sides look at each other. No one has spoken between them.
