The Desolate Wind Swordsman

Wind Sword

Nindiya did not know what was happening, the transparent blue sword gave off light. Makes him want to reach it. Another strange thing happened, as the sword shot towards him. The woman caught the sword with her right hand and instantly the sword stopped and no more light emerged from it. The wind had also stopped circling it.

"What actually happened? But this is good, it can be used for weapons. Let's just say this sword is a match for me, like the sky sword that is now out of nowhere, there are other swords that seem to be equally great."

Nindiya remembers his sword, which was passed down from his father, Daniswara. The Sky Sword required a lot of profound energy to use it. But as he held the sword, he felt like an emptiness. It's just that there's a sense of blood flowing faster than usual. This was indeed different from the previous sword he had.

Suddenly Nindiya's body felt healthy again. He was able to stand with the sword as his focus. He also felt his blood flow faster as he grasped the sword. But on the other hand, he felt that his inner strength was also weakening.

"Ahh...Even this sword also absorbed the power within. What was the difference with the sky sword? But the sky sword user would immediately regain his strength even more, after being absorbed completely."

Nehan painstakingly searches for a medicinal plant for Nindiya. He was lucky because there were some medicinal plants left. But it was like he had left his garden for years. Make some of the plants grow. Some have grown up untrue. Make him have to sort and throw the grass. He also invented several tools to process medicinal ingredients. Like cobek and jugs. He was convinced that with the medicine he got, he used to cure Nindiya.

Pleased, Nehan walked to the place where he had left his wife. "Look, what I've brought–" Seeing an unusual incident, he dropped his medicine on the floor.

Nindiya turned towards Nehan with a smile. He feels better now. He was healed from the wounds on his back. But his face still had burns.

"Hey, you're still sick! Why even stand up? Let's sit back! Why are you holding a sword? Where's this sword from?" asked Nehan curiously. He looked at the sword that looked good and took it from Nindiya. Looking at the elegant-looking sword with a golden-coloured handle. The transparent light blue sword eyes.

"I saw it in the blast, out of the ground, there!" point Nehan in the direction where the explosion came from.

Nehan looked in the direction pointed by Nindiya. He also recalled, it was exactly where he left the stone sword he had brought from the Black Bee Hill college. He nodded in understanding, the sword he was holding was an heirloom enclosed in a stone. The sword appeared because of Nindiya's blood coming out and being absorbed by the sword.

"Ohhh .. I understand now. This is an heirloom left behind in Bukit Bee Hitam college. You are now the owner of this sword. But we don't know how to control a sword. Because of this, the blood that made this sword come out, it was likely that this would require blood to make this sword even stronger."

Nindiya listened to the explanation from her husband. He also remembered that Nehan had taught him many things. From the smallest to the most important. With the knowledge of the healer, he can also a little science of medicine. He also learned many things, which at first only knew the fighting techniques of the grandfather Mahadri.

His grandfather and father are no longer in this world. He only has Nehan in this world. But she did not dare to say that she was the wife of the physician. The same name as the wife of Nehan is not just the same name. But it's the same guy. Just with a different face than before.

"What about your wound? Is it healed too?" ask Nehan. He examined Nindiya's back which turned out to not drain blood anymore.

Nehan told Nindiya to sit down and she opened the cloth. Releasing the medicine he had placed on the back that had been pierced by the twig. There are no scars anymore. There were only traces of blood that he could clean with his hands.

"Here you are already okay. Your wounds healed, probably because of this sword. But your face and body are still not healed from the burns. Hemm, I need time to heal the burns on your body. But your broken face, I will make your face beautiful again. But I can't return it to how it was. Maybe the people you know, don't know who you are."

"Yes, Nehan. As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter to me. The important thing is that you remember me always, Nehan." Nindiya did not cry, holding back those feelings from arising. But still, in her little heart, she wanted recognition as a wife of Nehan.

Nehan had his wife's clothes back on. Then he sat for a while on the weathered wood. Waiting until his tiredness disappears after searching for medicinal plants.

Nindiya who had started to be able to move freely, started swinging her sword. Then use the various styles that he mastered. While levitating his body, jumping and doing a deflecting and attacking movement. With that move, he knew that his strength had started to recover. Although not completely, should be more active in practicing and improving the cannuragannya.

"Well, it looks like that sword could also give him more power. I don't need to worry too much because that woman can defend herself. The movement is like an experienced person. Nehan amazed the woman in front of him.

Nindiya made a twisting and also backward motion. Movements and shouts, "Hey! Hiyaa!" mixed into unity. Then he made a fan movement and out came a wave of wind that made the trees crash. The movement was quite great, the sword fan was a technique he had learned himself. Although he could use a study that made people unable to see him, it required a lot of inner energy. He doesn't have much energy in it. Don't want to show that to anyone. Because it was his last weapon to defeat or escape the opponent.

"Gee, great! It's great! His swordplay is great!" praise Nehan when Nindiya has finished practicing the sword before her. Not to forget, he also applauded the woman.

"Ehh .. hehehe," kekeh Nindiya, embarrassed to get the compliment. "It's normal actually. It was just that this extremely light sword was used. And it also fits with what I want. Hpm ... Nehan, do you know the name of this sword? It can give off a great wind if it's swung."

"Oh, I don't know either. Then let's just name the Wind Sword. Maybe it's just a simple name. It is like a simple wind but it can make a big change. Like a gentle breeze and one day it could create a fierce vortex. Because the sword gives off wind as well, where the wind can be beneficial or it can also cause disaster. But with that in your hands, hopefully you can control it so as not to cause disaster."

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