THE 4 YOUNG MOBSTERS S2

Pink Katana*

Sandara spent her days as a Neon hostage by training herself. He was not given such a difficult task in the grip of Mr. Whites.

However, Sandara felt that Neon was more dangerous than the long white-haired man who had died.

Neon could read his movements, even as if he knew the contents of his mind. Sandara was very careful while with Neon whatever their activities every day.

That morning, Neon showed Sandara a video of the sword technique in a wooden floor room.

It had only a television, a remote, a chair and a plastic table with three bottles of mineral water, a sword with a pink sarong and a cloth belt.

Sandara was left alone in the sealed room. Suddenly, the screen on the television lit up. A man looks like a samurai put a belt and then tuck a katana on his left hip.

Sandara observed the man's movements. Sandara stood still watching the show which almost took 30 minutes.

"If you understand, do it immediately. Don't dumb. I want to see your rehearsal tonight. Don't disappoint me," Neon ordered from a loud speaker that sounded pretty good in the 10 x 10-meter room.

Sandara took a deep breath. He picked up a toy katana whose blade was made of plastic, but looked like real iron from a distance in front of him.

Her faint smile rose because to her the katana was beautiful. Sandara seemed to like this.

Sandara repeated the ordinance as the man slipped the sword from his belt, how to pull the sword from its sheath, swing the sword, perform the sabbath, to footsteps, and deflect the attack.

Sandara looks focused. He also performs repetition as soon as one movement he mastered. Sandara looks better than ever. And as it turned out, his training this time was closely watched by Neon from his room.

"Finally ... soon," said Neon from behind the mask.

That night, Neon again invited Sandara to the beach. Sandara began to get used to receiving heavy training from the unknown man.

Neon sat in a plastic chair with a table next to him containing 3 bottles of drink.

"Same as yesterday. I want you to master the combination moves you learned by the end of the month. I want your presentation to be good in mid-August. If it's bad, don't blame me if you're going to get punished" Neon said.

Sandara's forehead is wrinkled. "Presentation? What's for?"

"You'll know later. Started," he replied firmly and now Neon enjoys cassava chips in a jar on his lap.

Sandara took a deep breath. He recalled the story of James in South Korea when his mother used to practice swordsmanship, and the long-haired blonde was his mentor.

Sandara wore a white yukata this time. The first time he wore another outfit was not the usual practice uniform he wore as he did while in Mr.'s grip. Whites.

Sandara started her training. He looks focused. He sat down on the sand with one of his legs bent.

His left hand grasped the scabbard of the toy sword which he leaned upward at chest level. His right hand he put on the knee. (try you guys practice😁)

Sandara's face was always sad, making her look to have a cruel side of her innocence. Neon stopped the crisps in her mouth as Sandara closed her eyes for a moment like a man praying.

'I can be like my mom. I'm his son, and his fighting blood runs through my body. I believe that. Give me your strength, Mah, ' Sandara said in her heart.

Instantly, SRETT!

Neon's surprised. Sandara pulled out the sword from the glove with her right hand in a bent position.

The two legs formed the horses, and the look of his eyes sharply focused forward. Sandara looked like she was attacking someone in front of her. The sword was in front of him.

In a flash, the movement changed again into an attack as he stomped his right leg leaping forward like a bluff.

Neon's eyes widened because the movement was so fast and firm, unlike when Sandara trained yesterday.

Sandara straightened her body with the position of the sword transverse in the right hand grip.

Suddenly, he turned around with a movement like cutting from top to bottom very quickly, until his body bent down with both hands grasping the sword tightly.

The chips in Neon's index finger and thumb were ignored, as the man was glued to it like watching a show.

Neon's eyes were busy to and fro seeing Sandara so agile on the sand with a sword, rolling, jumping like a frog, even doing a combination of salto movements in her sword technique.

"Wohooo!" shouted Neon happily.

Sandara sheathed her sword again with a glare of sharp eyes. Neon came up to Sandara cheerfully and grabbed her hands. Sandara was confused when Neon asked her to spin like playing.

However, Neon was shocked when Sandara released her grasp in a huff and immediately took a step back looking at him sharply.

"August. What's gonna happen? I deserve to know," he asked firmly.

Neon breathed a long breath. "What ... do you know, who am I?" Sandara. Neon smile. "If one day you recognize me, will ... will you kill me?" Sandara silently did not answer. "Make sure, if I die, do it quickly so I don't have to feel prolonged pain. You, can you grant my request, Sandara?" asked Neon whose voice was almost inaudible due to being defeated by the roar of the waves that night. Sandara nodded. "Train hard, win. Don't lose" Neon said sounding anxious.

"You haven't answered my question" Sandara reiterated her request.

"Look to practice. August is in a minute. Your opponents are heavy and they're wild. You win, you can meet your family again. That's all I can say" he replied in the distance.

Neon asks Sandara back to the room. That day, Neon looked moody, not much to say let alone joking after explaining a thing that made Sandara curious.

Sandara soaked her body in a bath up, but this time she was awake.

"August? By mid? What date exactly?" granny Sandara seemed to be thinking hard. "What did the No Face guys do in August? What I missed from the 13 Demon Heads report file," he thought more seriously.

Sandara thought about it until she had trouble sleeping. The girl was the thinker type, and if she had not found a way out, the question kept haunting her.

"Okay, just relax, Dara. Now, try to remember Manda's mommy report file. He's the one who's involved the most with No Face than Mom" she said with her eyes closed trying to recall the contents of the report kept by GIGA.

Sandara muttered, even though her body was lying down and covered on the bed. For a long time, he moved his lips with his eyes closed, but seemed to move like a person reading in sleep.

Not felt, the time has shown at 23:30 local time. Sandara still thinks. He seemed calm in his unchanging position for an hour. Then suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Oh! Could it?" the man was surprised as if he realized something.

That morning, Sandara woke up with a big guess in her head constantly forcing her to figure it out, making her look so serious.

This time, Sandara looks ready with her swordsmanship training from another video. Neon saw Sandara excited as she was looking forward to this exercise.

"For what?" sandara asked as Neon's men brought two plastic dolls into the training room.

"You need a model to make sure your attack's right. It's just that, this statue doesn't move, it's certain that you'll win. I'll try to make aggressive props for your next workout. While using this plastic sculpture first. You ... are getting better. Continue to do as instructed in the video, because honestly Sandara, I can't swordsmanship, hehe," he replied casually and left the room and locked it from the outside.

'He can't do swordsmanship? If I fight him, could it be .. I will win? Then ... can I leave this place?' sandara asked in her heart to feel more strange with the figure of Neon.

Sandara's hopes were high, but somehow, she had no intention of killing Neon.

Not because he felt that Neon was a threat, but he wanted to find out from the meaning of 'Mid-August Presentation'. Sandara raised her hand to the camera.

"What do you need?" ask Neon from the speaker.

"Permanent spidol."

"okay."

Before long, the guards came to the training room. However, the man rolled a marker in the distance. Sandara picked up the marker with a nod and the masked man again closed the door.

Neon saw Sandara mark some point from the model before him. The girl got rid of a model and now there is only one that becomes her focal point.

Sandara looks ready with her pink katana. He turned out to make the points as his attack.

All points were vital parts and could leave his enemy severely injured even dead.

Neon showed his smile, he looked happy. Until finally, the time that Sandara was waiting for arrived.

GECK! GECK! GECK!

THE CZECH!

"Hem. You look tough. Come on, there's a presentation that you have to show" said the man and Sandara immediately came out with a plastic katana ready on her hip.

Sandara wore a pink yukata with a white inner lining, as well as her katana.

Neon pinched his hair upwards like a ponytail. Sandara was silent, as Neon prepared her for something.

"We ... out of the island?"

"Do you know why I asked?" answer Neon casually.

They were driving a helicopter. As the helicopter began to float and Sandara turned to see where she was, suddenly ....

CLE! THE CESSS!

"Agggg," he groaned, as Neon injected him right around the neck, and the beautiful girl collapsed instantly on his lap.

"Sleep, Dara. Our journey will be very far, and I don't want you to know where we are" Neon said, stroking Sandara's head gently.

The helicopter flew out of the island where it had been living.

The flight took quite a long time even changing by private plane to go to the country. Sandara, who was asleep in her sleep, did not realize where she was.

***

Sandara felt the glare of the sun bother her eyes even though it was still closed. He felt the air around the place slightly stuffy and hot.

Slowly, the Asian-faced beautiful girl opened her eyes widening. Sandara realized that she was lying on the bed in a room that seemed foreign to her.

Her hair was broken and found her hair pulled apart next to where she slept. Sandara held her neck which was painful due to the sudden anesthetic prick.

The white girl held up a blanket that covered her lower body. Sandara sat down slowly and got off the bed after her consciousness returned.

He saw a room made of rock and sand like a typical Middle Eastern house in the desert.

Sandara approached a window, and saw the kind of building in front of her that she had never seen before.

Sandara was astonished because the place was unguarded and unseen by CCTV around the building. However, it even made the beautiful girl wary.

Sandara closed the previously opened window. He stepped slowly and looked at himself in the mirror.

Sandara tied back her hair and tidied up her yukata. Sandara put the plastic katana back on and looked ready in front of the mirror.

THE CZECH!

Sandara turned her head and found a group of hooded women in covered clothes, wearing veils entering her room.

"Our mouth," the black veiled woman asked in Arabic.

Sandara nodded. He did not yet understand the language, but he was quite sure that the women asked him to follow them.

Sandara came out of the room, flanked by veiled women. The Asian girl was taken to a place where this time, she found a lot of CCTV installed in each corner. Sandara remained calm and followed directions.

"Get in and wait inside. Your time will come soon" said one of the women in Indonesian.

Sandara looked shocked because one of the women could speak the language she understood.

Sandara came into a room. The place was glowing dimly, and there was only a small hole beside the wall with light penetrating from that side. Sandara approached and peeked. Instantly, his eyes widened.

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