The Musafir
Finding Swordsmen in Solid Settlements
"Alright, you guys are walking behind me.”
THEY're moving into the settlement.
The locals stopped for a moment just to see the two warriors behind Mantingan. In the look in his eyes, they expected a lot. The hope of battle would soon be won, the hope that the lives of their families would no longer be taken by the Almighty.
One of the little boys recklessly stopped the two soldiers behind Mantingan.
"Valiant soldier, when is the war over? Where is my father named Jaka? Mother said, father is at war. When did he come back?”
Darma and Putu looked at him with pity. Putu moved to stroke the child's head slowly and then said, “Your father is very meritorious and very clever on the battlefield. You should be proud of him. If later this war is won, then it is also thanks to your father.”
“Then where is he, O valiant warrior?”
Darma smiled and he replied, “Little sister, your father is sitting quietly with his friends.”
The mantel patiently waited. Let the little boy ask with all his heart and be answered by Darma and Putu. But it would not be good if the little boy knew the fact that only a few male residents survived the battle.
His father was one of those who did not survive. Because if he survived, he has returned to the arms of his family.
The boy asked a lot. The two soldiers did not mind answering at all. He asked if his father was healthy, whether his father had blisters, whether his father was hungry because his father was always hungry, whether his father's sword had been sharpened, how many enemies his father had defeated, whether his father is looking for a new wife, whether his father is looking for a new child, until whether his father intends to leave.
After all the questions were answered, the boy looked satisfied.
“Then say my regards to father, saying if not return, mother can find a new husband again.”
“Yes. Continue playing!”
“I go first, don't forget to say hello!” The boy ran away while waving his hand.
Seeing that, Mantingan's heart felt sliced as well. What if one day the boy finds out that his father has died in battle?
And what if the boy does not understand that his father died as a hero defending the city using his life?
They continued on their way, choosing to forget the boy. Darma and Putu do not know the true purpose of Mantingan, they are eager to ask, but undo the intention. Whatever Mantingan did, they believed that it must have been beneficial to the safety of the city.
Indeed what Mantingan did is valuable for the safety of the city, but not only this city. He wanted to find warriors to be asked for his help to go and protect the other cities around. The mantan will promise a thousand Magic Throws on each of its warriors as supplies.
Somewhat far away they walked, Mantingan finally felt for himself how the thick air that was usually issued by warriors.
But this time Mantingan frowned, which he felt at this time was the air deliberately released by the swordsman. It was as if guiding a person who could feel that air to him.
The mantle turned on the two warriors behind him. “You can wait here or follow me further. If you really want to go further, then your life could be the bet.”
Putu and Darma immediately shook their heads while smiling in horror. “No, no, we will wait here only.”
The mantan nodded slowly then turned around and walked away, his body then lost behind the clothes of the people.
“If this city is in danger, I will definitely intervene and help.”
Mantingan faced a warrior in a refugee tent. The appearance of the swordsman in front of him was worse than the appearance of a street beggar. His mustache and hair were elongated without being taken care of. His body was thin and dry, it seemed like he was only relying on his inner strength as a source of food. It does not wear clothes, only wears ****** which is already decked out and full of patches.
Looking at his looks, people must have thought that the swordsman had no interest in life. But this is how warriors disguise themselves.
Swordsman like this who is usually a fugitive, do not have the ability to fight so choose to disguise themselves.
Mantingan took a long breath.
This warrior in front of him spoke very calmly like an ascetic, but he had a stubborn disposition. If he said he didn't want to help another city, then he would keep saying that.
“How about 2,000 Magic Throws?”
The gondrong warrior shook his head once more. “What is the meaning of 10,000 Magic Throws even if life is lost too and can not enjoy it? Mantingan, I can't help you any further. My current condition is very unlikely to get out of town and attract a lot of attention.”
“Then, did you choose to stay out of town forever, old and dead here?”
“Indeed like that.”
“You are young, Brother Mahesa. A young warrior like you if you continue to be here is very disadvantageous. Don't you want to wander and see the plains across there?”
“You must have realized that a warrior like me is a fugitive. Brother, did you not think about what if I was caught and killed before you succeeded in following your wishes?”
The thin smiling mantle. “Have you not chosen the short path as your way of life? You should know that on this road death is no longer a shocking thing. You will eventually still die, but what you have done in life will determine the fragrant name you.”
The warrior took a long breath. He paused for a moment and took time to think.
If examined further, then the Mantingan speech has a point as well. The warrior should be ready for death.
But most warriors die silly without having time to do good on earth.
The Swordsman before the Mantingan realized that he could be said as a burden on the world. He just hitchhiked, drank, breathed, without much good he could give.
His life was just begging.
Sleep on the streets, and eat only if his tongue misses the taste of food. When the war came, he secretly helped.
Then after that, he returned to the city and pretended to be a beggar again who needed help.
The people insinuate him for not taking part in the battle, without them realizing that he played a big enough role until the city can survive until now.
“Man, you said it had a point. However, I still could not convince and ventured. Please give me just one day to solidify the intention, after that you come back here again.” The warrior said calmly and put on his smile.
