The Fragrant Soul

Chapter 19: Fugitive

Sukma Harum decided not to ride the magic eagle in his adventure this time. As much as possible

he just uses the help of his new best friend for something really important. So he used one of his family's riding horses. The run is not too tight but has great strength and body power. He needed a horse like this on a long journey. This horse is also very

pinter, if something happens, he'll be able to find his way home. All the pet horses of the Gandakusuma family have indeed been trained for this ability.

Raka avoids Mandeung city because he knows there are too many warriors there. They're in trouble

because of the grief of the incident on the island of Sepingkan. As much as possible Raka avoids the crowd so that his movements are not read by the opponent. The destination of this trip was the village of Cipadana.

This village is the residence village of the Sri Murti family who died in harmony. From there, all these things began.

From there, he must begin an investigation. The journey is about 2 days because this village is the easternmost village in the Pajajaran area. It is bordered by the kingdom of Demak.

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Early in the morning Raka had arrived at a small town called Lerengan. This town is on the mountain

Bigfooted. Although only a small town, this city is quite crowded because many hermitages stopped by this city before ascending to Mount Gede. This mountain at certain times is indeed visited by many hermits to meditate or perform religious ceremonies.

Sukma Harum finds the place he likes the most: the diner. It most likes the largest, most crowded, and most female visitors. After walking around for a while, he finally found the place. Not too big, but a lot of female visitors. At least if the food is not good, his eyes and heart can be a little comforted.

Raka went in and ordered grilled duck, raw vegetables, rice, as well as young coconut water.

Not to mention his order coming, someone was already standing before him. Raka saw this guy at the gate

front of Lerengan city.

“You're Fragrant Sukma, aren't you?” ask the man. He was young, about 30 years old. On his waist is highlighted

the sword looks shiny.

“Where do we know I am Harum Sukma?” asked Raka with a smile.

“The blind can see you as Smelly Sukma,” replied the man sniffled.

“Oh so I look pretty fast to be a Fragrant Sukma?” gurau Raka's.

“In this world only your looks deserve to be Harum Sukma.”

Raka pulls face. He said, “There's a clue what I want to tell you for me?”

“Why did you kill Ranggaseta?” ask the man back with a brush. The tip of his finger had already touched the sword hilt.

“Who Ranggaseta?”

“He is my older brother.”

“I don't kill people much. And I still remember who I killed. But name

Ranggaseta is not in my memory,” Raka said.

“Home tetirah in the forest, outside the city of Mandeung. Maybe you remember.”

Raka just got it. Surely Ranggaseta was one of Sri Murti's bodyguards who was slaughtered inside

that rest house.

“I did not kill him,” said Raka firmly.

“In this world only you can kill him.”

“I think my silat science is not as high as we think.”

The man looked at him for a long time. Maybe value something. Then he said, “You said whatever I didn't

believing. We better get out and complain soul.”

In Sukma Harum's heart praised this man's behavior. He did not want to fight in the tavern because he would

trouble the whole guy there.

“Alright,” Raka stands up and goes to the cashier to pay for the order first. After that he went outside

looking for a fairly large area.

“Can I know the name ki sanak?” ask Raka.

“My name is Ranggasoma. People nicknamed me The Thunder Sword.”

Raka had heard of this nickname. The Lightning Sword and the Halilantar Sword were 2 warriors

a pretty famous sword.

“Ki kanak know right, if for example it is true that I killed your brother, then I can kill you,” said Raka.

“I know clearly. But despite death, at least I have tried to fulfill my duty,” said

“Very well. I really admire a stand like this.”

Sukma Harum seeks to assess the nature and attitude of Ranggsoma. He was sure this man was a man who stood up

high honor and honesty. So he said, “Alright. In order to be balanced, you can attack me, and I will not retaliate. If up to 20 moves you can't beat me, then I'm the winner. How?”

Ranggasoma thought for a moment. Eyes glittering. He then said, “For my older brother, I don't

will singkan.”

“People who are too shy usually will not achieve anything in their lives. Go forward!” raka

with smile.

“See sword!”

The sword is as the name implies. Halilantar Sword. The speed is like a halillantar. Sukma Harum was very amazed to see the speed of this swordsman. He also moved no less quickly. The sword struck like a flash of lightning. Shiny under the bright morning sun. The light blinds the eyes.

But Sukma Harum moved with great elegance. There is no unnecessary movement. Nonexistent

back, not a single fingernail is wasted. The glint of the sword covered his entire body. Urge without mercy. But no one could touch the tip of his skin. The sword was only a hair from his body.

Halilantar is like enveloping the body of Harum Sukma. It is like a wind so free. So spacious and so broad. The wind cannot be held. Unable to be seen. Only his breath could be felt. The fragrance of his body flashed through the flash of the sword.

This view is both scary and beautiful.

Twenty steps are through.

Ranggasoma threw out the sword. “I lost.”

Not only did he lose. His pride was also thrown so hard. A lifetime of learning swords like no

thereuse. “Please kill me!”

Sukma Harum picked up the sword. Once a swing of his wrist, the sword slid profusely into Ranggasoma's stomach!

Clangs!

The sword does not enter the stomach.

But enter into the sheath with a hikmad.

“Sukma Harum is indeed Sukma Harum,” muttered Ranggasoma.

“Bedang Halilintar is not a blank name,” praise Sukma Harum sincerely. He saw sadness in his eyes

Ranggasoma, then quickly he said, “If your enemy is not me, certainly no one can fight your sword style. Would you listen to my one sentence? This one is enough. After that if you tell me to shut up, then forever won't dare to talk.”

“Say,” exclaims Ranggasoma.

“Your sword moves rely heavily on speed, but forget to apply savings. The more frugal you are

move, then your sword style will be much more deadly.”

Although Ranggasoma was offended at hearing this sentence, his heart was open enough to accept that whole

that talk is true.

“I didn't kill your brother. I'm defamed. Right now I'm trying to dismantle the whole

this secret. I promise you, you'll get justice.”

For some reason, if Sukma Harum speaks, he can take people's hearts. His calmness, his elegance, his,

the sincerity that radiates from the light of his eyes, can make people believe fully in him.

“Good. You should be careful. Padepokan Rajawali Sakti has issued your fugitive competition.

They provide a thousand pieces of gold for anyone who can take you alive to their store.”

Usually if dead, then the number of prizes for the competition becomes half.

“The right kind of head,” Sukma Harum said while shaking his head.

“Although Padepokan Rajawali Sakti is the number one university in Pajajaran, they are not

including rich. Maybe that's just their ability,” said Ranggasoma. “At least this contest command made the whole world look after you. Although most of them are not able to defeat me, there must be one or two people who can.”

Tetiba arises an idea in the mind of Harum Sukma.

“Ah, I just noticed. Could be! Could be!”

Raka reentered the shop with a new spirit. The more ideas, the better. Stay

just proof. If all the ideas that exist are not proven, then the last idea left behind is the true truth.