The Musafir
Luminous Thrower Swordsman
Mantingan and Satya sat opposite each other at the dining table. Satya unkindly ate Mantingan cooked food, while Mantingan only drank tea, but that was what he wanted.
Mantingan said that he did not want to eat food at least until tomorrow.
“Mantingan, I have guessed you will become a great warrior like this.”
“Satya, you praise too much, I'm not as good as you imagine.” The mantle brushed off the compliment.
Satya shook her head slowly. “I've seen how you've bolted as fast as lightning like that.”
“You only see me running, it's not a determinant of someone's prowess.” A little laughing mantle.
Satya laughed too, then she said, “To prove it, how about if we practice match only tomorrow morning?”
Mantingan was silent for a moment before finally nodding and smiling. “It would definitely be fun.”
Satya continued his meal while telling him about his adventures since his separation with Mantingan on the river bank three years ago. Since Satya and Mantingan split up, Satya really went to leave his house, starting his adventure to eradicate the black warriors who made a mess.
During his first year, Satya improved his abilities in witchcraft, especially in Lontar Magic. This Lontar magic in the form of magic spells written on the palm, needs to be spoken verbally so that the spell works—how it works the same as a curse. In general, ejection magic is used in a way affixed to seal something, plugged to a disguise siren thrower, destroyed to attack.
Satya's mastery of magic was quite good, but he was unwilling to rely on that magic alone. Magic takes longer to work than other weapons. A magic user swordsman usually takes time to cast a spell or write a spell, while that time could be used by the enemy to attack. To patch up the weakness, Satya studied swordsmanship as a short-range attack as well as defense.
Not only that, thanks to Satya's persistence in defeating the black warriors, he got the title as the Luminous Swordsman. The awarding of the title was based on the science of his Luminous Magic Throw.
“Satya, I am also a little interested and studied witchcraft. Can you tell me what you think of witchcraft?” Meeting with a magician swordsman, Mantingan did not want to waste his opportunity.
Satya would be happy to explain to her friend.
“Magic is a game of characters and tapes, Mantingan. Internal energy can be utilized into neatness, internal energy can also be utilized into the characters, which is what is then called magic. The more complicated the pronunciation or character is made, the more difficult the people who can break it.
“Magic attacks can be repelled, returned, or obliterated with or without witchcraft. In a magic, it usually contains elements of magic for people to have difficulty breaking it. In addition to the combination used, the characters used are not only celestial characters, therefore a magic swordsman must learn the characters throughout the world.”
The mantle scrunched his forehead. “If it were like that, not a magic swordsman could become invincible with elusive characters?”
Satya smiled and replied. “Magic science is not perfect, Mantingan. There are many chances of failure in every experiment. As far as I know, no sorcerer has made magic their main weapon.”
The mantan then nodded slowly.
“I have copies of the books I studied, I am sure they will suit you. Do you want to?”
“If you don't mind, I want.” The mantle smiled wide.
Satya moves to take her bundle under the table. He opened the bundle and took out some scrolls.
“Have you mastered the basics of witchcraft?” Satya asked after giving the books to Mantingan.
“Ya, little.” The mantan smiled stiffly, in fact he was more than the word “mastering basically”, with the talent of Mantingan, he was already at the intermediate level of magic.
“Try to show you one or two shakes of magic that you can make.” Satya takes out a special piece of magic to give to the Mantingan.
The mantle received the ejection sheet and took the engraver on its bundle. He began to engrave the characters that contain a little bit of grafting.
The pigeon letter was not returned
Unreturned
Efforts not reciprocated
No reply what makes sleep so not slumber?
It was a Magic Throw that specialized the Mantang to attack.
The characters shot like arrows towards Satya's body, but Satya had made an antidote magic by replying to the Mantingan's mantle, breaking its throw and the characters floating like a shield in front of him.
People take stones
Throwing up movement
Of course I know what it is
Love is definitely unrequited.
Mantingan magic managed to be broken easily by Satya, the Mantingan was stunned. “Pwhen that's not what I meant.”
“Then what?”
Mantingan smiled awkwardly before replying, “Inflatable Miss.”
“But new magic characters can be broken if they match the antidote.”
The mantan scratched his head that was not itchy, he did not expect his magic character to be broken easily by Satya.
“No need to think about, after all not all magic must be resisted, it can be avoided only.” Satya laughed softly as she patted Mantingan's shoulder. “Again, you are still relatively early in witchcraft, how many years did you learn magic?”
“How many years?” The mantle scrunched his forehead. “I just learned this a week ago.”
Satya choked on her own saliva, coughing for a moment. “You don't joke ...”
“I'm not kidding, Satya. Is there something weird?”
Satya was silent for a moment before smiling. “Ah, indeed you seem to be very talented in the field of magic. Continue to improve your abilities in this field of magic, Mantingan, but do not let us fight magic in a life-and-death fight.”
“Thank you, it won't happen.”
***
That sunny morning, in front of the courtyard of the house that Mantingan and Satya were living in last night. Two young men stood upright facing each other with sharp eyes, but remained within friendly limits.
They held the sword in their left hand while their right hand was on standby.
On the left side of the waist there are two box-shaped bags containing Magic Throw and a carver, the box has an open side so it is possible to write directly even if the ejection is still in the box.
They will fight, but not a fight between life and death, both of them fighting to test each other's abilities.
“Mantingan, who will start first. Me or you?”
Mantingan smiled and said, “You start first.”
Satya smiled. “Then be careful, Mantingan!”
Satya jerked her legs. His body was traveling at an invisible speed, his sword was drawn forward. His left hand carved the pallawa script in his Magic Throw box.
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note:
Here, the grafting is a puzzle.
