The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)

3.17. Wind Sword Training

Walls of cliffs rise hundreds of feet high, surrounding the banks of the great river in front of Taja. Not stopping his gaze on the charm of nature, amazement, wonder, and at the same time strange mingled in his mind.

“What's that write?” muttered Taja alone when his eyes were fixed on the cliff stretching across the river.

SECRET MOVE.

That's the writing that was written there. Stiffened in his mind the strange sense of increasingly being-so, “Who could sculpt writing on such a high cliff? If anyone can do it, surely need a tool chisel of 3 times the size of the sword .. must be a high-scientific person ..” knot him.

LOOKATME.

NIGHT GIVES YOU A CLUE.

Such was the second writing he read, “What does that mean?” ask him stunned.

The wind brushed the boy's hair as the sound of birds chirping blew in the wind. Silence, there was no one else but her in that place. Many times he tried to find answers to the riddles of the writing.

“What the fuck is this?” almost he gave up, if only he did not remember the message of the gendra who told him to get to that place.but over time Taja felt bored, riled because of the mysterious writings. a few hours he stared in that direction, but still no signs of a miracle appeared. When hungry and thirsty tickle and push his body.

Byur!!!

Taja threw himself into the river, played around a long time in it, looking for water fruits, then spent the rest of the day by the river while occasionally looking at the cliff again.

“Huh!” he started to get annoyed, until this afternoon there were no clues other than the mute cliffs and rivers.

“What does it mean?” murmured him a number of times while laying down on the branch of a tree. His fear glared to all times, from memories with his mother to the shadow of the pendant that made him involved far into the land of humans.

“Who am I? who's my dad?” whispered Taja softly at the wind that blows. His two eyeballs stared deeply at the pendant tied furiously around his neck. It felt like a shackle, not even he could take it off, except with Shachini's spell. That pendant is the only clue about her mother's identity and past. He could have decided to return to Gunggali, continuing his life there, far from the sight of men more terrible than the forest wolves, more evil than he ever thought, more not careful. But even if he lives in Gunggali, his mind and heart are driven to do something, which is to find out who he really is. And more than that, like there are other forces out of nowhere make him very enthusiastic to go to the land of man to this day. Wh why? When his heart asked like that, he never knew the answer either.

“What makes you feel happy, Taja?” a soft voice came unexpectedly, peaking into his ears, very close, even smelling his fragrant and cool fragrance of Shachini flowers. It had been a long time since he had left Gunggali. The figure was no stranger to him, emitting silvery rays, glowing in all directions. Shachini, the beautiful Fairy Queen.

Taja returned Shachini's beautiful eyes, her eyelids were exquisite, her long golden undulating hair covered the silvery-white back dress.

“Shachini ...,” as if not to believe the Queen met him.

“I can see you are very depressed .. but this is the path you choose. Don't regret ...,” Queen Shachini smiled.

“I just want to know who my father is and why we should be separated like this?” taja.

“You are our nation, what else do you worry about?” shachini asked as he touched Taja's hand holding the pendant.

“My mom, why did she have to die like that? Is it true that you did as they said? Why my father?”

“Shachini , Don't go!” Wake up with the breath of hunting. The night wind pulled the hair on his forehead and it was that that had awakened him. Just a gust of night wind, not Shachini's breath . Apparently he just had a dream about her.

Taja sighed, quite depressed during knowing the human world, it made him suddenly feel longing for a world that was half his nature.

“Huh!” he let out a long sigh at the time, only to realize that it was dark. The light of the full moon penetrated into the sidelines of the leafy grove, afflicting his face. While the bonfire by the river he made earlier this afternoon slowly dimmed.

This time the view of Taja turned to the cliff across the river again, under the full moonlight seemed something of the writings there. Slowly, the writings lit up like embers because of the reflection of moonlight and more and more other popping up to crowded almost the entire cliff face.

Move your arms as fast as the wind

Bring nature into you

Throw it to a point

The sword moves

Focus on the power of nature

Throw it to a point

make the sword move like a typhoon

Combine your sword with nature

Focus your soul on the wind

Throw it to a point

“Oh, I know now.” Taja finally understood the meaning of those writings.

Taja immediately lit a graceful fire again, then concentrated toward the cliff, and stared deeply at the smoldering writings there. Then lift a twig, take the proper stance of the horses.

“Move your arms and sword together with the wind!” the occult eloquence repeats the first writing.

Hup! Hup! Hup!

The first movement is enough to make his heart beat faster.

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