
On the beach of Masoa
Raka dissolves in her dreamy sleep beautifully on a backrest in a fallen tree.
He did not realize that two people were standing next to him.
Buugh..
one kick about the broken roll, at the same time a knee jolted his stomach until Raka groaned in great pain, but the roar was choked because the trunk of his neck was strangled.
Raka's eyes began to wander when his body was like being seduced, then he fainted along with the escape of two people who intended to rob him masul into the bush.
They were just two fishermen passing by because that day their boat sank in a broom. The coastal sea waves of the western end of the continent are very fierce, making the fishermen rarely go to sea so that their economy is destroyed. Poverty has forced fishermen to use all means to live. It just so happened that Raka was in the wrong place, so he became the target of the sudden robbery action. The two fishermen rushed away after not getting anything on Raka's body.
For quite a while, Raka woke up from his stupor when the rain made a hole where he was sprawled. In a state of injury Raka tried to channel his internal energy and pumped his body with pure energy. After his strength returned he meditated in the puddle to recover his condition until the morning before.
In the morning Raka looked like she was ready, as if nothing had ever happened to her.
Raka flashed from the puddle that had been dry due to the suction of energy in mediation. afterwards he headed for a makeshift cottage from a bush leaf fault that looks like it was just made last night.
It appears that a man is snoring in his sleep. Raka recognized their faces, apparently tormenting her yesterday afternoon.
Raka looked at the two faces of the person calmly. Light began to shine in his eyes, the light disappeared when Raka's eyes blinked and then lit up again between the blink of his eyes.
Wuutts...
a silver-colored flat iron appeared in front of Raka. The iron loomed before Raka.
The flat iron resembled a reciprocal sharp-sided sword with the tip and base equally pointed, measuring 1 meter longer. A weapon that Raka obtained was worshiped cursed when he faced with three spirits of the wandering Resi.
the weapon in the form of a sword Raka obtained when at a fight in the cursed valley, when Raka was battered by 3 gentanga sages, his entire body was covered with sabetrical wounds, some of his bones were broken. His body was merciful all night by the sages until he lay helpless. Although the guts never extinguished but what is the power of the three stretching sages is very powerful.
When it hit Raka had lost his mind how to beat them. He looked up at the night sky at the full moon. In plain eyes he has a mark2 something, maybe with that he can win. Raka emptied her heart and soul, just a mile of hope. It was in the pool that Raka engineered his wish, a weapon he made with his mind. Nature granted it !!
When Raka's eyes were open because in the presence of a water, he saw a flat iron that had a sharp pointed edge while standing looming over him. Slowly Raka reached him and grasped him tightly. A smile flashed on his lips.
Traassist..
sweuurtt, traas.
Nothing could explain the next incident, it lasted before the second ticked. All it looks is that Raka is entering her burrow leaving the three Resi spirits in pieces.
The great sword forged by nature from the sacredness of dozens of heirloom weapons, once ushered in the life of Resi Guntara who was none other than his teacher in the world of eternity.
Raka called it ☆PEDANG SPIRITS.
(back to the two young men who were looking at Raka)
Two young men who tortured Raka very lena in his sleep, maybe they were dreaming to see an angel whose fat waist flushed. They did not realize that a figure like the reincarnation of a grim reaper was peering at the strands of his life with burning eyes. Yet..
wuussss...
Raka left the cottage, leaving the two young men alive. Let them continue to have good dreams about his heresy.