The Black Pirates

CH. 80 – Past Chapters: The Bitterness of a Sword

Captain Riyuta swerved, he made a quick move. "You talk a lot!" He let out babbles, whereas inversely proportional—enggan reflected.

Akma Jaya responded quickly, both of them moving with incredible movements.

"It's cool!" One of the women mentioned in the previous episode, she was still in the crowd smiling beautifully, she was staring in amazement.

"It's an incredible move, I've never seen a fight like this in person." Admired and amazed. I see, they have no other choice.

"The darting motion that Captain Riyuta made was like lightning, it's incredible!" Again muttering was heard from one of the crest-haired men mentioned in the previous episode. Precisely a movement.

Akma Jaya didn't let it be easy, he parried, making the same fast movement as Captain Riyuta.

Captain Riyuta leapt up into the air, the crowd stared unblinkingly. He lunged through the air, Akma Jaya was overwhelmed in coping with the attack.

"This movement is so hard for me to deal with, how is it?" Akma Jaya thought hard to find a solution to overcome everything. Honestly, the Akma Jaya movement is unstable, weak and there is no hope of winning the fight.

At the time, slashing the sword all over his body, Akma Jaya was in a resigned jump, he jumped back, breathing.

"Haha, you are weak!" Captain Riyuta laughed proudly.

At the top of the tower, Akma Jaya gazed downwards, where Tabra was still struggling, trying to climb the tower to get close to Akma Jaya, but the weakened energy rendered him powerless, he's silent—t show movement.

"Captain Riyuta, he is indeed a hero, the two evil beings will definitely die" said one of the others.

At the tip of the horn, Tabra struggled, while Akma Jaya challenged and faced death. The two are in common with events that incriminate themselves to breathe.

"After all, you live in a world you call cruel, you want to live in peace and justice, then come back to the ground." Captain Riyuta said as he approached himself.

"Do you know about the world in which we stand, it's all just life, when you die, it ends all dreams, all the things that weigh on your mind." Captain Riyuta expressed his opinion.

"Just choose, death as a tranquilizer for your life so bad." A sharp unsheathed sword pointed towards the neck of Akma Jaya. He stared just saying.

Akma Jaya smiled casually. "Riyuta, life in this world is not just a life, but a feeling that involves you in friendship, association and unity." Akma Jaya replied loudly, not soft like women, it was firm because it replied to the words of Captain Riyuta.

"Omong empty!" Captain Riyuta quickly replied. Lantang he said sangar.

Where empty barrel tub sayings springing— no benefits, sometimes misleading.

"You're like a chicken in an egg, you don't see the whole world." Captain Riyuta continued, remains the same. Loud, not changed one bit.

He smiled cynically. "Forget it, this whole thing is bullshit, you said without a solid foundation of science!" Captain Riyuta kept talking without letting Akma Jaya speak.

Akma Jaya sighed heavily, tired as it seemed. "What's wrong, this world has a story, about simplicity and ability or even someone's ability to live life." Akma Jaya dramatized, just a little smile that was plastered.

Their discussion made the ambience impatience encompassing the conditions beneath the tower.

"They talked too long." The crowd below was bored, it might just be a lack of entertainment. The need to find entertainment, it's easy. Simple examples of fishing or cooking. Fiction, men can also cook.

"Alah, right. It's boring, they're from the beginning until now keep talking better I leave here." One of the others answered.

"Come, let's go. Dasaar!" said a beautiful woman embracing her friend.

The brain hopes this. Uh, it doesn't seem like it. "Son, you still dare to say." Captain Riyuta blushed when he heard Akma Jaya's reply.

In the viewpoint, the horizon was still cloudy, there was currently no sunlight, only the whirling of the wind was making a sound.

"It's all going to work!" Captain Riyuta brandished his sword over the horizon, straight in position, intending to shake his sword, but he had too much to say, the gap wide open, clearly visible on the sidelines of the crib. Akma Jaya moves, Captain Riyuta flabbergasted.  "What's? Ba—how is it possible? Uhuuk." - Uhuuk." Coughing up blood, spurting from being pierced by a sword, stuck in the abdomen. Slowly the eyes of Captain Riyuta dimmed, his sword fell from the grasp of the hand.

Blood falls, the pool area turns reddish in blood color.

The few remaining people, being at the bottom of the tower, all of them stared full of astonished expressions. "How is it possible? Captain Riyuta lost?" Unbelievable. Alleged and alleged scattered everywhere—This is all impossible, unbelievable.

Akma Jaya has done the unexpected, where a distinguished captain, trusted by the people, he ended up dying horribly in a stab of an unknown person. In fact, someone who just arrived in Nanaina— Region was separated and on the spot.

"No way, this must be a dream!" One exclaimed in disbelief as he saw everything.

Captain Riyuta's body fell from the height of the tower, how at that time, the crowd stared sadly at the death of Captain Riyuta. A poet also witnessed the whole incident.

You exist for the world

The world wants both joy and sorrow

Death is real and real

I'm sure you're calm in nature

Peace Captain Riyuta

Muttering the voice of the verse, melodious out of the mouth of a poet, he voiced pity. At that moment, cries, tones of sadness enveloped them.

Akma Jaya took action to reverse the situation, the situation of silence would be killed, seeing the gap instantly kill. Both are choices.

Akma Jaya is still perched at the top of the tower, she has become a scapegoat as an assassin.

Thumping atmosphere, the fall of Captain Riyuta's body into the pool, making the water spread to the boundary of the pool wall. Some of the people, not many in number, they splashed— exposed to water. Duh, this is heavy, very heavy, when someone captain dies, only this time they defend and feel pity. In fact, a poet participates in a grief-filled embrace.

Seen, so. When one is seen, many supporters, bullied, perished, wronged remain adored.

Instantly the crowd rampaged furiously, unstoppably again, enslaving. Tabra gulped, watching the faces full of fury, frown, ugly, very ugly. The anger that centers on the full face area is flushed, making the skin duller.

The taste is felt, nothing. Maybe bitter instead of sweet, at that time, it was clearly seen the crowd was furious.

"Kill them, finish mercilessly!"

"Kill."

"Kill."

"His life must be redeemed."

They were clamoring for the same killing, clearly they did not accept seeing the death of Captain Riyuta who was stabbed by a sword in his stomach area. Akma Jaya muttered in silence, inaudible to the sense of hearing.