The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)
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...'Tshu .... Fire in the soul.'...
...'Futsy .... Fire in raga '...
...'Hshi .... Fire five forms.'...
...'Btsha .... Fire of the whole world.'...
...'Harviv .... Fire resurrection.'...
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...'Tshu .... Fire in the soul.'...
...'Futsy .... Fire in raga '...
...'Hshi .... Fire five forms.'...
...'Btsha .... Fire of the whole world.'...
...'Harviv .... Fire resurrection.'...
The voice whispered alone. Tajura casts spells. Repeatedly. His ten fingers twitched as if wanting to bring out something from his palm. Ducting heat energy onto the surface was a lucky steel iron sword. But the rust from his sword did not decrease in the least.
"H .. hh ..," sighed softly, to the number of times Tajura failed. Since he got the Naar Sword, but has not been able to open the true sharpness of the sword to optimize his magic.
Tajura sat cross-legged. Be alone. A distance away from the people were sound asleep in the shade of the shield dome light.
'Why?' wonder Tajura filled his mind. Stuck himself in solitude.
'My Fire Cultivation is weak, or do I not know how to break the Naar Sword to come back sharp?'
Look at it carefully and very carefully. There is no way the Naar Sword can only hit. Sure, it must be more than that.
Naar sword in a blunt condition due to the thick layer of rust, but has a very strong striking power, especially if it has two sharp sides that are capable of splitting. Unfortunately so far, Tajura has no further knowledge of the Naar Sword. There is no more clue about the sword that is said to have been the wrestler of the knights in his time.
'Why?' again Tajura marveled in his silence of solitude.
'What could be wrong? What is less?' Tajura's out of ways. Right now, in a place full of magical affect power, there was only a portion of fire cultivation left inside Tajura.
'Could it be that Naar Sword needed more blacksmith experts to recycle?' I don't think Tajura broke charcoal.
Once again casting a spell, Tajura's lips twitched, whispering voices in a dark silent atmosphere. The spell culminates in a single stomp of Tajura fingers onto the body of the Naar Sword.
"Grand ...!"
The fireworks burst out, colliding with the surface of the Naar Sword. No more reaction. The fire from Tajura's cultivation energy, like it had no impact on Naar Sword. A little smoke causes a burning metallic smell. Rust is getting black in the body of the Naar Sword.
While in the shade of the dome. A pair of sleeping eyes, suddenly opened. Wake up for a while. Has not yet risen from the fall covered in thick robes. His eyes were staring at the darkness there.
'What is that?' ask Taja's mind. Something moved from the pitch. Darkness is coming from there.
'Just the wind, or ..' is not over guessing, Taja heard the subtle sounds entering his head.
'Join with us, be a part of us ..' The voices were said to speak, caught Taja's hearing.
'Who's there?' Taja was sure he was awake but stiff, unable to say a word. Feels very heavy, like the tiredness of his body. Only his eyes widened forward in a position of the body lying on their sides.
The dense gulita in front of it, began to show a form that flashed as fast as the wind. Like the shadow of an indistinct human being, it was floating and wielding various weapons. They moved closer and closer towards Taja.
'Raojhin, wake up .. See what's there?' stuck in the throat, Taja's voice could not come out of the mouth. His hand trying to reach Raojhin lay not far beside him. Hands and mouth are just as difficult to move.
'Raojhin, wake up ...!'
"What kind of creature sucks man from the depths of the earth?" Some people ask each other in wonder. Curious about the existence of creatures lurking at all times and hunting everyone. It was as if the ground here engulfed anyone alive and treaded on it.
"Porah Doragh, the Soul-Sucking creature" Lorr En chimed in. It seemed that he had first learned about the hunting creatures from the depths of the ground.
"Forah Doragh?!" Everyone heard the name, it sounded strange and strange.
"That's a creature. Residents of the Spirit Valley," this time Tajura raised his voice.
"They were raised in this place. Spread throughout the Valley of the Spirits. The center is in the Ruins of the Fort," Tajura continued.
People listened in horror. It is only known, this kind of creature.
"If you are sucked, then you will incarnate like those creatures as well" Tajura said adding to everyone's horror.
Tajura offered a bundle of water to everyone, looking tired and thirsty.
The smell of the water in the coffin was very unpleasant. But there is no other choice.
"Just as I go in search of water, you come out of the shield dome. Not hearing my words," Tajura slightly complained.
"Where did you get the water?" Chief Sujinsha asked that.
"I searched for the remains of dead trees, there was a water supply stuck in the roots and trunk. But not much," Tajura replied as he watched the atmosphere of the sky begin to darken.
"Tonight, we had to stay here. Y'all sleep. Let me be awake" said Tajura, preparing himself and everyone to rest.
"See, how long has Alhirri been able?" Tajura turned to ask Taja.
A moment Taja noticed the strength of his fingers.
"I think Alhirri can survive until midnight" replied Taja.
Tajura switched to everyone.
"Now, everyone rest. Don't waste time. Collect your energy. We'll move in the middle of the night" Tajura said.
Taja opened a pack of dozens of pills. Just from that, the power supply for everyone persisted to this point. Plus the water smells very rare and has to be frugal.
"Pil Mujarab Multipurpose," Raojhin turned around while watching a pill from Taja. Not drinking it immediately.
"Squeaky. Just a grain, able to recover energy and endure hunger," murmured Raojhin. Not feeling, Taja stopped by his side.
"But very limited, it's fortunate that we have the Multipurpose Convenient Pill," Taja immediately swallowed it. Raojhin swallowed it.
"This Pill of Efficacy, given by Ki Ratma," said Taja made Raojhin widened.
"Ki Ratma?!" Raojhin called out the name while glaring at Taja. Just now Raojhin swallowed it. Someone with that name has a very bad reputation. Tanapura Traitor.
"He, your stepfather, Rao," Taja's words choked Raojhin. Taja patted Raojhin's back to calm down.
"What's? My step-dad?!" Raojhin gaped, between disbelief and implied anger in his face imagining the figure of Ki Ratma.
"Save your energy, Rao. Don't be emotional" Taja undoes Raojhin's emotions.
"Sleeping soon. We'll move in the middle of the night," Taja threw himself down, not far from Raojhin fell too.
"stepfather...?" Still heard Raojhin muttering lying next to Taja.
"Why can...?" Raojhin muttered.
"Sst .. sleep, Rao ...," Taja sizzled, moving sideways to Raojhin. Then the mood was silent. Everyone was tired and asleep. Unless only Tajura is awake, watch the time roll in the shade of the night getting late.
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