The Mist of Love of the Angel

03. The Mystery of the Black Mermaid Sword

"Why are you after this heart, are you the owner?" raksa shouted while avoiding the sabre of the sword that led to his heart.

That question slowed down the movement of the girl in green. For a moment he was transfixed before returning to attack Raksa. The sword moves used look soft but are actually aiming for a deadly point.

He attacked with one of the deadly moves among the martial world. The sword style of Lamentasi Desire itself consists of 25 opening styles and 5 ultimate moves.

The mercury is a little overwhelmed. This was his first combat experience other than with his teacher.

After fifteen rounds of force Raksa was forced to retreat.

"Wait a minute, what's my fault until you arrive to attack?" The Raksa tried to find an explanation.

"Why do you peek at me, you must have some evil intentions, that's a clear reason for me to attack you" the masked mystery man didn't give Raksa a chance.

His body moved back forward. Now the attack is getting more violent. His body disappeared turning into a green shadow.

The location of their battle was getting away from the river bank. Entering a place that is almost never in human touch.

The police began to feel a serious threat. Ajian Kijang Kencana is applied to the end point. His body shrieked avoiding the squeaking sword slap causing a strong wind. Sometimes he ran, loomed, all the way to dodge this mysterious person's indiscriminate attack.

Seeit !!!

The tip of the sword scratched Raksa's clothes. Although not touching the flesh is enough to prove this attack does not play.

Gritting his teeth Raksa pulled out the Black Mermaid heirloom.

The mysterious assailant stopped the attack for a moment. He was astonished to see a black sword from the wood arriving in the hands of Raksa. Just show up. It was as if it came out of a vacuum.

"I came out of the prison ring. Hey, why am I in your hands little boy? " A foreign voice sounded in the head of the Raksa.

Raksa's condition that looks confused also makes the mysterious attacker also confused with Raksa's behavior.

"What is your relationship with the Wind Force Swordsman, Wira Atmaja" a mysterious voice pitched oppressive.

"She is my teacher" replied Raksa doubtfully.

The Raksa tried to understand the situation. He had seen his teacher demonstrate several styles with the Black Mermaid heirloom but he did not know this heirloom's virtues.

The mysterious attacker moved. Slashing motion targeting Raksa's neck.

" Don't bully the boy, do you want to die?" A foreign voice sounded in the head of the Raksa.

The heirloom in his hand gave a shock effect like the flow of electricity.

"You're weak, with the power you have, you can only use me 3 moves, suck!" Foreign voices taunting Raksa.

Mercury fixated. His inner power was sucked by the sword. It was like filling a bottomless well.

"This woman uses the Lamentation of Longing and the science of lightening the body of Kisap Mantar. Divert all your energy to me!" The mysterious voice was angry.

The jade green sword met the Black Merfolk sword.

The battle tempo is starting to heat up.

"Use the Soul Fiber style!" The sound of the sword soul directed Raksa.

The Raksa refused. He took two steps back and poured a deep energy into the sword. A wisp of black fog enveloped the sword. The mercury moved forward. A black fog shot towards the attacker.

Duaaarrr!

Explosions happen. The mysterious assailant was swept away like a dried leaf. Flying nearly eight meters. He sat on his knees, his sword drooping beside him, his left hand holding his chest which felt tight.

Ohhoe!!!

He spewed out a mouthful of blood. Body vibrates. It looks like he has serious internal injuries.

He tried to get up but eventually fell unconscious

......

"You're cruel too, directly wearing the three-step Soul Fiber skill, do you want to kill him?" The soul sound of the sword pitched mockingly.

"I didn't knowingly use the third stage, this is because you're so chatty, I'm confused about making a choice" Raksa was upset.

" Ha ..ha .. how dare you say I'm chatty, you don't know who I am" the sword spirit shouted in Raksa's head

"What am I supposed to do with that guy? " Raksa's confused. He realized the attacker was not dead.

" It's up to you, I just want to remind you, increase your inner strength, otherwise your life will be full of danger, if you die and I fall into the hands of a dangerous evil person, I don't want to repeat back the gray past with my previous owner" the sword soul explained.

" We'll talk about this next time, I have to help the guy" Raksa took a few steps forward.

" Alright, take her to a safe place, channel the energy and give her the internal wound medicine, that's what you have to do, hurry up the woman is severely injured" the sword spirit advised.

"Woman, what do you mean ?" Raksa's confused.

........

Raksa dragged the woman to a sheltered place. He followed the sword spirit's advice.

....

The mask of the woman's face cover had been removed due to the explosion of the Soul Fiber punch. In front of Raksa now looks beautiful scenery without reproach.

Raksa has never met a woman who has such a perfect face.

Hey ... Maybe this is a woman whose beauty is capable of destroying a country, not a city anymore.

What if this woman had a story with a different person?

Luckily, he met Raksa. Advice on ethics, manners and noble values Sasak tribe has been taught by the teacher.

Yes ... He was Sasak's son who upheld manners, honesty and the nature of the knight.

After a tea drink. The girl moved. Consciousness returned. He tried to get up but failed, finally he chose to lie on the leaves prepared by Raksa as a base.

"You're hurt, don't push yourself, heal yourself" Raksa threw a bamboo tube filled with medicine.

" I don't need your medicine" the girl threw back the drug. Her beautiful eyes were emitting murderous intent.

The girl checked the clothes that wrapped her body. He breathed a sigh of relief as no parts switched to function.

Raksa. He looks confused. All women have strange traits. The basil in the little girl was as cold as snow. Now he meets a girl who is fiercely begging for mercy. Suddenly attacked him and when he was about to be helped even more fierce.

"As much as you do, for me sincerely help, from the very beginning you attacked me for no apparent reason, I will take care and look for food for you, only until you recover, take it easy I won't do anything, take a rest" Raksa left

"Who is he, it seems he's not a bad guy. Could I have misunderstood ?" batin Sekar Ayu's. There was a strange feeling creeping into the silence of his soul. Admiration and feelings of protection.

"Why are you after this heart, are you the owner"

This sentence flashed in his mind and shook his soul.

....

After two days the condition of Sekar ayu began to improve. He had been able to sit down and his internal injuries were no longer life-threatening.

That time span did not have much interaction between the two of them. In addition to preparing food and making a fireplace to drive away the ferocious beasts Raksa chose to contemplate the sword Spirit's suggestion.

The third day the Raksa introduced himself. He sincerely wants to be friendly. While Sekar hesitated a little before mentioning his name. Just names. Bag there is more identity. They were just as restrained and allowed it to be a mystery.

....

Memories are the past and promises are the future. The beauty of the meaning of family and its pride has been imprisoned into memories. They need a miracle to understand the meaning of the presence of the departure of loved ones in their lives.

.......

Yes ... We need a miracle to be able to understand the meaning of the presence and departure of someone in our lives.

Lailatul Qadar's. Light of goodness/Nurul Wisdom.

Oi... This is the name of my soul mate.

.......

Fifth day.

They separate. There was no physical contact. They are not muhrim.

Raksa continued his journey to Lenek Village. Seeking answers about who his parents are.

After walking for half a day he entered the village gate.

Hold still. Slender. The village is without life. A neatly lined house. Just a few houses. The village was not as big as he thought. Full mystery.

At the village gate was a strange sentence. The language that Raksa does not understand.

Lock Down's.

At the village gate, there was only a guard who used a mask of bark.

The raksa went forward to say hello. The man looks alert. He stood behind the gate.

"I'm sorry, the situation in our village is not safe, foreigners in the fields are visiting, if you want to find someone or other needs to convey to me. I'll help you. Please understand young man." The guard was polite but firm.

Raksa's confused. The problem is not simple. He needs to meet Raden WirangBaya.

" I want to meet the leader of this village" replied Raksa .

The guard looked at Raksa full of probes.

"Raden?, what is the need, he is going to Selaparang, fulfilling the call of the King"

The Raksa asked no further. He understood just like every village leader was called. Looks like his ads are something important. Or maybe this is the routine of leaders.

" Well, I'll be back when he gets back, "Raksa's gone.

'Thank you young man, I will inform you of your arrival at him "the guard smiled.

He takes pride in being polite, respectful of older people and understanding the situation. That means he's smart and insightful.

Mercury smile.

" Is this a spell?" The Mercury pointed to the phrase Lock Down which was hung on the gate.

The man turned serious.

"Yes ... It was written by a sick man from mainland China, to drive out the disaster, do you know what it means?" The man was curious.

Raksa.

" Lo Kedok, I heard it read like that" said the man.

Mercury smiled, "Lo Kedok?" This language sounds familiar. The guard man was also confused, he felt strange after teaching Raksa how to read the strange writing.

.....

On the edge of the village.

The Raksa pulled out the Black Mermaid. The roaring voice of the Sword Spirit greeted him.

" What's the matter young man, you seem to miss me, ha..." Shows would.

"I need the instructions, besides meditation is there any way to practice the deep energy that you know?' Raksa spoke to that thing like a madman.

"That's the general way of the swordsmen, there are some other ways, with medicine or absorbing the mustika core of a certain beast" the sword spirit explained.

Raksa was then given instructions on the technique. Medicine requires a compounder, people who have the ability is difficult to find.

" You have to hunt Mudtika, I know the right place for it. As long as you are confident and have the ability of courage, we can work together" The sword spirit explained seriously.

"Where is that place?" Raksa curious.

The sword spirit fell silent for a moment. He tried to pry back his memories that had been mossy in the eating times.

" Keroton Forest, there is a magic dragon that has long lived alone. He was named Berare Blue Tongue" The sword spirit replied with great confidence. He further explained his location.

" Well, die we go there... !!" Raksa.

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Raksa to that location. That place is pretty hard to reach. Fortunately, he was quite used to such conditions.

Approaching the location of the destination Raksa a little surprised. He heard the roar of a wild beast. Exactly the sound of battle roars. Who's fighting?

Ground vibrates. Several fallen trees were hit by a deep wave of energy. Occasionally, there are flashes of blue flame.

After closer Raksa saw clearly the fierce battle. A man was facing a strange snake-like beast. Wait for. Is it ....

Seriate