Swordsman Without a Name

The Blind Knows Everything

Cakra Buana was shocked. He was trying to figure out where the source of the sound came from. Usually when people talk, the voice is only in one place. But the sound this time was different.

This voice came from every side. Every wind point. So even though it sounded soft, it seemed that his voice was very echoing.

This kind of thing could only be done by a high-class figure who had already reached the high stage. Usually first-class warriors, or also warriors who were at his own level.

"I'm sorry, who is Mister? Can we meet face to face?" ask Cakra Buana while still looking around for where the owner of the voice is.

He spoke politely. Other than because the voice sounded friendly, another reason was that he was also a polite young man.

"Of course you can" said the voice and then followed by the sound of laughter.

"Then please show me where you are, sir,"

"I'm here,"

Cakra Buana reverses. But there's nobody. The same words were uttered several times. Yet every time he turned his back to the origin of the sound, there was still no one.

"Can't you see me sitting here?" the voice sounded again.

Cakra Buana almost lost his temper. Fortunately he was able to hold back his feelings, he turned back.

Now it seems there really are people. Under the maple tree, right in the South direction from where he stood, a person dressed in white was sitting casually. His left hand is placed on his knee. His right leg is selonjor. In his left hand was a maple leaf he was playing.

Cakra Buana was still stunned. There was no one there, but why are there people now? When did he come?

His voice was not heard at all. His ears are far more sharp than the ears of wolves.

"Look, I'm not a ghost who eats people. I'm a normal human being, just like you," said the person with a laugh after witnessing Cakra Buana's astonishment.

The young man smiled. With a calm step, he approached the stranger.

But even though it was calm, his heart was beating a little faster. This is very natural, because Cakra Buana does not know who it is.

Is he his enemy? Or is he someone on his side?

He doesn't know. The answer cannot be as good as it is alone.

Cakra Buana was already sitting next to the person.

"It's not good to talk in the woods. How about we go get some wine for a talker?" propose that person.

"A good capsule. Come," replied Cakra Buana.

The stranger laughed again. Then he immediately stood up and then moved from there to look for wine stalls.

Currently both have found a stall that sells wine. Both of them sat in the shop.

The stall was simple, the dining room only had a few seats available. But the wine there is famous for delicious and fragrant.

Now that it was in a bright place, Cakra Buana could clearly see the person.

He has a posture almost as tall as himself. But his body is not clearly visible protruding muscles. The body though can not be said to be sturdy, but at least in harmony with his height.

Long hair. Some are curled up, some are left to tuft into the back.

Handsome face. He was at most twenty-five years old. Either the guess is right or wrong. That person was jolly, friendly, even every talk must have his lips cast a smile.

Her makeup was very luxurious. Just like a Prince or a young master. More precisely, he was like a scholar.

The wine has been poured into the cup. The burnt deer meat had been available in front of them. Before the two spoke any further, they first gulped down each other's wine.

"Good wine, this must be old wine," said the stranger, amazed several times.

"True, this wine is very soft. But it also feels warm when it arrives at the stomach," replied Cakra Buana agreeing to his opinion.

"You turned out to be arak demons too,"

"I'm not a wine demon,"

"Then?"

"I'm just a person who likes to drink wine. Back in my country, I always drank wine or hard wine. For me it was already very delicious, now after staying some time in Tionggoan, I just realized there was a wine that was much more delicious and good. Even now I understand that the wine in my country is cheap wine,"

"You claim not to be the demon of wine, but to be very understanding of wine,"

"A little bit I've learned secretly from the arak demons" Cakra Buana replied with a loud laugh.

The atmosphere in the wine shop is getting quieter. The visitors started going one by one. But the shop owner did not tell them to immediately finish the wine or go from there. This is probably because the shop is open for twenty-four hours.

"May I ask you?" ask Cakra Buana starting to the initial intention.

"Please,"

"What is your name and where are you from?" tanyanya full of search.

"My name is Li Guan. I come from the area near the Yellow River. But the people in my area, always refer to me as the Blind Who Knows Everything" he replied with a smile.

"So, are you blind?"

"I was blind from birth. But all my family were born normal. I'm the only one with a disability,"

Someone if he said his lack of self, a little bit he would definitely be sad. But this person before Cakra Buana, not only was he not sad, he actually looked proud of his circumstances.

"Oh? But how can you walk in the woods. Even all your behavior is not like a blind man in general,"

Cakra Buana is still astonished. Yes, of course he was astonished.

Because only this time he saw there was a blind man, but not as blind. He looks like a normal person. It's perfectly normal, though. He can walk without crashing, can run using the science of lightening the body without falling.

Wouldn't it be that if a blind man could do that, it would be strange?

"Because I've been used to it since I was a kid. Although my family is normal, but I never asked them for help to do anything. I learned everything naturally. So a little bit, I've known it,"

"Why don't you ask them for help?"

"Why not? I want to live independently. My legs are still working, my hands are too. Then if other limbs are normal, why bother others?"

"But at least the eyes are the main senses. I think it's really hard,"

"It was difficult at first. But after getting used to it, of course not. Can you just give a quick light?"

"No," Cakra Buana shook her head.

"Well, you're the same, right? Whoever it is, it must be the same. They can be ordinary. Could because I want to. And it could be because of trying. My eyes are blind, but my heart is not blind,"