The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)
4.31.
What creatures suck man? It was as if the ground here swallowed up anyone alive and treaded on it.
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The wind is strong.
Someone was standing on top of the steep rocks. His two eyes immediately watched the vastness of the fortunate valley before his eyes. The figure was dressed in a dark-colored double-crossed robe resembling the scales of a lizard. The muzzle mask of the lizard hangs on its back. A rusty sword clasped in hand, the tip of the sword facing the ground.
Someone calling out that figure was unmoved in the concentration of his mind.
"Tajusi...."
Called by that name, he slowly turned his head. His pair of eyes looked back. The sound of footsteps treading the rocks, was heading towards him. Another young man of his own age, came over.
"Tajura, what should we do next?" Ask someone standing next to him, while touching the shoulder of a young man wearing a lizard-like armchair named Tajura. The young man looked seriously at the sight of his eyes glaring towards the distance, watching closely the surroundings of the silent valley.
"See, I'm not sure," Tajura answered softly at someone next to him, "there is no way out of this valley. We're all trapped. The only way out, towards the ruins of the fortress."
"That's where we're going" Tajura continued, signifying that he's just one of the people in the group. Only he can predict the next plan. So far, the Valley of the Spirits and the location called 'Rubble Fort', sounds foreign to others.
Had not had time to ask more about the ruins in question, there was something that first attracted the attention of Taja. He glanced for a moment at Tajura's hand. A sword layered in thick rust until uneven shape. It almost covered the entire body of the sword. So that the shape is almost unknown as a sword in general that is worthy of a knight. From a distance of a few steps, the weapon even resembled a stick.
"Is that your best weapon?" Between serious and not, Taja touched on the sword in Tajura's hand.
"Why? Does it look so bad?" Tajura asked back.
"I'm more worried about its usefulness, whether it works well or not" Taja replied.
"At least I can hit the enemy with this sword of mine," Tajura slightly raised the blackish-brown rusty sword lying between his hands. Slowly the sword's surface was touched. Full carat. Very rude. Uneven. There were no longer two sharp sides of the sword. The end also looks blunt due to rust accumulates for a long time.
"Absolutely not sharp. It was more like a stick or a club" replied Taja, astonished as he touched the physical sword of Tajura. His brother briefly smiled knots, but could not escape his eyes were still fixed on his sword.
"I managed to dig the Underworld the deepest in order to obtain this sword after being buried for many tens of years."
'Rusted Sword. Wonder if there is a sword that bad but still works. What possible?' Thought Taja stuck in silence.
"Don't just look at his rotten physical appearance like this," as if Tajura knew the contents of Taja's mind.
Just answering his astonishment, Tajura explained again, "You don't know his ability yet."
"This sword, is called the Sword of Naar. One of the swords of the Nine Swords of Legend, the legacy of the Nine Masters is long gone" Tajura said. Introducing briefly, the name of his sword.
"Powder Naar?" Taja scrunched his forehead. This was the first time he had heard the name of the sword.
"Pedang Naar, meaning sword lucky energy essence fire power. Five types of fire from hell, "no hesitation Tajura explained more.
"other names... The Sword of Hell."
Tajura enthusiastically explained all his knowledge about the sword in his hand.
"REally?!" It's getting more and more incredulous.
Replied a smile Tajura in the cold face, proud of having a weapon in the form of a rusty sword. Taja did not know what the prowess of the Hell Sword with its physical form was not at all terrible as its name.
"You think the Sword Follows Master? Or the... Master Following the Sword?" Tajura asked with a strand of sentences, instantly Taja remembered someone with a famous sword of his ability. The shadow of a sentence imprinted on the glistening sword riveted the diamond-like diamond before the eyes.
"Master Following the Sword, that's Shiji Wungsu's motto of the Heart Sword!" Be firm when you say it. Imagining the beauty of the Heart Sword that was beautiful yet terrifying. The name of the owner sounds familiar to Tajura.
"Wungsu Shiji?!" Tajura clearly remembered someone by that name. He glanced at Taja, stifled by the wonder and strange face on his face.
"His cup, do you know him?" Tajura.
"Yes. We met in Tanapura. He almost attacked me with the Heart Sword," Taja recalled, when he met Shiji Wungsu, the experience was clear until now. Very unfriendly.
"You're doing bad shit because of me?" Tajura asked with a sigh, then threw a glance around.
"Shiji Wungsu..," Tajura recalled how the face of a descendant of Mayapadhi Man named Shiji Wungsu. His fierce experience had faced a number of Mayapadhi Sect people under the influence of the leadership of Shiji Wungsu and his father, the Lord of Mayapadhi. The relationship between them is very problematic.
"He and his sword.." Taja did not immediately continue his sentence. Recalling the incident when the Heart Sword felt pulling his soul, the impact of unconsciousness repeated for days. Unimaginable if the sword to stab or snatch his body.
"He was great but not the greatest" Tajura said. He looked back at his rusty sword.
"My sword is the equivalent of fighting Shiji Wungsu's Heart Sword, "is very confident, Tajura said.
"Really?" I can hardly believe it.
"This bad rust is able to fight the Heart Sword?!" It was hard to believe, even though I wanted to believe. Judging from any side, no one would believe that a rusty sword was capable of fighting a Heart-class sword.
"All the swords that belong to the Five Swords Guild. Outside of the five swords, Naar Sword was the sixth. The other two swords sank unnoticed where they are now" Tajura said.
"While there is another one, the Sword Leading Sword, stored in secret in Tanapura," Tajura explained. Very well know apparently, his brother regarding the Legend Sword.In the subordinates of his Grandpa Master's tutelage, he gained a much wider insight.
"really?! Is there a Legendary Sword in Tanapura?" It was very surprising, of course. This time I first knew it. During his stay in Tanapura, he had never even heard of the existence of the sword.
"Only the Ruler of Tanapura knows deeply about the sword. That's why, I tried to secretly infiltrate Tanapura but it didn't work" Tajura continued.
"The sword is hidden very secret," said Tajura somewhat whispering to the point that Taja was made to think hard.
"Hey, what have you done to Shiji Wungsu. Why is he so vengeful to you?" suddenly Taja diverted the conversation.
"Ah, he again," Tajura cast a glance. A little reluctant actually if you have to discuss Shiji Wungsu.
"She must be telling me something that's not about me" Tajura conjectured.
"Do you believe me, Taja?" Tajura asked his brother.
"You caused his father's death. Ruler Mayapadhi. Really true?" Taja ventured to ask that. After a long time, the question finally arrived at Tajura. Of course Tajura was surprised to hear about the death of Lord Mayapadhi, from his tense facial expression and serious furrowed brows. But as best as he could hide his feelings.
"Do you trust him more, or me?" Tajura turned around to ask. Straight eye firmly guessed Taja's answer.
"That's why I'm asking you now" Taja replied.
"I didn't kill his father" that's Tajura's only answer.
"Then why are you guys...?" not until Taja finished his sentence, Tajura interrupted first.
"Already, Taja. Our situation is precarious. Discussing him, did not change the current situation," Tajura looked reluctant, avoiding further talk about the cause of the death of Lord Mayapadhi. What does that man's death have to do with Tajura.
"Steel!"
Sounding from a distance, a screaming voice called out Taja's name. Talks between Tajura and Taja have stalled. Surprised, the two turned to the source of the voice. A man waved at them.
"Sir Birwa, what's wrong?" Taja approached the man with an iron shield standing between the rock surface there. The male king, a member of the Shadow Army, was wearing a grey robe patterned in sand camouflage.
"They're desperate to get out of the shield dome!" The man named Birwa, his breath was wheezing and hastily said it. His face was worried and seemed unsettled.
"Raojhin or Lorr?!" I guess who is meant.
"They're both!" answer Birwa.
Taja and Tajura rushed over, following Birwa away.
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