The Musafir

Four Swordsmen; A Rose

The mantel washes his hands on a bowl of water that has been provided. He took off his robe and straightened his back, then in an instant disappeared from the room.

The other customers on the second floor showed a bad look of face after both realizing something bad had happened, some of them got up and looked at the situation from the window.

The newly disappeared coat was seen under the tavern. Mantingan was not alone, there four people dressed in all black stood tall before him. While behind Mantingan, emblazoned an unsightly sight. A body whose head was far apart, with blood flowing from its neck, and a friend weeping over the corpse. While beside Mantingan, stood the dashing shopkeepers who drew swords.

“What are you doing in this warless region?” Mantingan asked directly at the four people dressed in all black.

“What is your business to us? Big boy, huh? Want to die too?” the sharp sarcasm of one of them.

“Not necessarily you guys take your hands lightly like this. But ... never mind, this is your job.” The mantle shook slowly. “Let me just ask you, do you want to continue this or go?”

“We do not easily retreat, not a good-ass loser like yourself!” They both pulled guns. “Hayo, fight us if you really want to be a hero!”

The weapons they put out were diverse. One man holds a double-edged sword, one man holds a serrated whip, one man holds two cleaver, the other holds a long sickle.

The thin smiling mantle. “Brothers, don't blame me for not killing you.”

The mantel raised his still-gloved sword, he had no intention of taking out the blade. Mantingan reminded the surrounding guards not to get involved in the fight, so that the possibility of casualties could be reduced.

Without speaking any more, the Mantingan and the four black-clothed swordsmen advanced on each other.

The whip was a long-range weapon, hence the whip that the Mantingan faced first. Without removing the blade at all, Mantingan swung his sword to serve the whip attack.

In a whip attack, the main concern is the tip of the whip. If the Mantingan fends off the middle of the whip, then the back of the whip will swoop sharply down its back.

The mantle fended off the tip of the whip easily until the whip changed direction. Then came two simultaneous attacks from the sword user with the sickle user.

The swordsman made a stabbing motion towards Mantingan's stomach, while the sickle from the side sighed near Mantingan's neck. One is piercing, the other is slashing. In Mantingan's view, the entire movement seemed to slow down, so that he could reasonably account for his own movements.

The mantle raises its two legs until it bends. He tilted his body until none of the opponent's attacks were on his body. In one unusually loud jolt, Mantingan kicked the sickle holder, hitting the sword holder with the Kiai Kedai Sword.

The two opponents bounced. The mantan again stomped on the ground and straightened the body. Just a moment he stepped on the earth, two objects sounded his movement by the ears of the Mantingan. It came from both sides of his body at an incredible speed. Mantingan did not have time to look at the two objects and immediately stomped his legs backward.

While in the air, Mantingan only saw that the two objects were two machetes. When Mantingan saw his opponent who was supposed to hold a machete, in fact the person did not hold the machete anymore. It turned out that the machete was used in a way that was flown, a way that was really unexpected and very dangerous.

It was fortunate that the Mantingan had increased his alertness earlier. If he let his guard down a bit, the two flying machets would stick in his head. Mantingan once died as a result of negligence, he did not want such an event to repeat itself.

The two machets flew back to their owners, but the Mantingan had flown faster than the two machets. One more blow with his sword, Mantingan managed to subvert the opponent who controlled two flying machetes. After the swordsman fell, of course, two flying machets hit the ground without anyone catching him.

The opponent still standing was the whip-user, it was not necessary to explain anymore how the Mantingan subverted him.

The four people dressed in black were complaining of pain. They don't kill Mantingan.

“Kill only us!” One of them said while enduring the pain.

“Not that I told you before, don't blame me if it doesn't kill you guys.” Mantang reversing body.

“Biad*b!”

Mantingan ignored him, starting to say to the shopkeepers, “Their fate I leave to you. The verdict is good or not is in your hands.”

Manten walked away from them all, back into the store. People stared at him in great astonishment, treating the Mantingan as a true hero. Especially to the people on the second floor, they looked at Mantingan with an incomparably astonished look, aware that they had mistaken Mantingan.

The coat returned to his dining table, put his robe and bundle back on. Coinciding with his food that had run out, Mantingan chose to leave the store and continue the journey.

As he stepped up the stairs, a little girl stopped him.

“Sister, Sister! I couldn't see what you were doing downstairs. But father said, this brother saved my life once. So, can you accept this flower as an expression of gratitude?” Shy little girl showing a fresh rose.

Mantingan saw the old man of the girl smiling and signaled the Mantingan to receive the flower. Without a doubt Mantingan received the fresh rose from the tiny hands of the little girl. He smiled warmly.

“Thank you.”

The little girl timidly ran to the table where her parents were, hiding behind her father. Their parents also gave Mantingan a token of gratitude before the young man finally went down the stairs.

Arriving at the bottom floor, Mantingan could see that the four black-clothed warriors he had defeated had stretched stiff not far from the shop courtyard. The heads of each of them had been separated from his neck, while the butcher was seen standing in the middle of them with a blood-coated sword.

Seeing the arrival of Mantingan, one of the shopkeepers hurriedly approached him. “Brothers, forgive us for killing them. Really they do not want to be taken to court and instead fight, we do not want to take too big a risk.”

The mantle nodded slowly. “I think your decision can be accounted for later.”

The shopkeeper who spoke to Mantingan was sweating coldly. He did not understand what Mantingan was really saying.

“Brother, don't scare me.”

Smiling coat. “This shop is good, there are still many other ruthless warriors who roam. I beg myself.”

Mantingan left the increasingly frightened shopkeeper. The mercenary thought to hurry up.