The Musafir
Oh, It's Morning
MANTINGAN led the way to his Lontar-Lontar Magic storage room. Upon arriving, the Mantings showed thousands of Magic Throws within the room. Secretly Mantingan hands breathing out the trapper throw at the back of the room door, so that the officer does not get hit.
The look on the officer's face turned to be very surprised to see the clasps of bellows that filled the large room. “All this ... how much is it?”
The man smiled and replied. “Ten thousand, five thousand other lontars are still not dangerous give a spell. Officer, there's something I want to say.”
"Just say.” The officer said, but his gaze was still fixed on the Magic Spear before him.
“Divine, Sahaya asked for combat assistance on some swordsmen within the city, Sahaya has promised them each get a thousand ejections if they want to help. Does the Officer not mind giving a few thousand other lontars harm?"
Officers nodded. “The problem is empty ejection, I'll add to it."
“But, Officer, Sahaya asked the warriors to help other cities around, not this city.”
The room was silent for a moment. The officer let out a long breath. “Man, you know which is best. Just do it according to your instincts, and do not even deny the trust I have given you.”
The mantan smiled happily, he had gained the trust of the officer, in this way he could be more free in action.
“Executors like you are still very young. Children your age usually choose to flee and hide from battle. However, you even bring yourself up and offer help which means infinity for us. You know that life is your bet. I hope my son can one day become like you.” The officer patted Mantingan's back once before turning around. “I entrust all this to you. From the rays of your eyes and from the rays of your smile, I know that they are the rays of the sun."
The officer left the room and said to his soldiers. “No one needs to watch her anymore, you can go home now.”
They synchronously replied, “Female, allow us here to acquire knowledge!”
“Your power is required for battle preparation.” The officer again said.
“With knowledge from Brother Man, we can be more useful in the battle arena.”
The officer seemed silent for a moment.
“Oh .. I could have allowed you to stay here. With requirements, you were in the forefront when the battle broke out.”
Without hesitation, they returned in unison, “Siap, Officer!”
The mantle patted his forehead. Indirectly, they asked Matingan to teach him knowledge in order to survive on the battlefield. Of course they also know that Mantingan will not let them just in the forefront without knowledge. It's gonna be exhausting.
“I hold your words.” The officer stepped away.
***
At midnight, Mantingan had just finished teaching the soldiers who asked him for a lesson. Actually what Mantingan does is difficult to call teaching, more precisely called beating.
Some of the soldiers broke down and others gathered together.
They were all out beaten by the grazed sword Mantingan. Even though it is stung, but the punch given by the Mantingan is large enough to be able to make them unable to rise again, especially the blow that Mantingan gives not only four-five blows.
“Before learning martial arts, you must improve the experience, to facilitate the teaching period later.” The mantel laughed softly. “This is for your own safety in battle.”
The mantel passed back into the house. While the soldiers that had just been beaten were still stranded in the courtyard, they had no interest in moving until the pain disappeared.
***
As the loud rooster crows wander, the Mantingan finally settles down. After a night of non-stop work, Mantingan felt tired thoughts that he had never felt before. Tired mind is much more confusing than tired body.
Mantingan tried to sleep, but the dizziness on his head became more and more so when the eyes were closed.
The young man furiously opened the door and walked out of his room. In search of a fresh breeze, Mantingan walked towards the courtyard.
How surprised he was when he saw the soldiers he had beaten last night still lying on the lawn.
The mantle approached them anxiously. He was worried that his sword blows last night were too excessive and made them unconscious.
The mantel approached one of them lying down. He shook the soldier's body with great hope.
“Quickly wake up and say everything is fine!”
The body showed signs of movement, his eyes opened and glanced around. Then he said, “Oh, it's morning.”
The mantle couldn't bear to not pin the guy's head. His worries completely disappeared.
“Okay, ouch, why did Brother Man hit me? Well, don't beat me again like last night ..”
“Wake up your other friends.” The mantel said loudly. “Quick or I grab my sword and you'll taste it without a holster!”
“Ya, yes! Please don't do that!” Half conscious the soldier got up and woke up his other comrades in fear.
The manting is really upset. Of the 13 soldiers present, all of them were just asleep, none unconscious.
Soldiers are trained to be able to sleep anytime and anywhere but still it will be annoying at times like these
The mantans were so worried that they all fainted, how could they fall asleep as if the grass was a soft bed?
Seeing the Mantings standing in between, the soldiers began to worry that the Mantingan would train him like last night.
“Gather firewood and water, we will re-create Magic Throw today.” The mantel then smiled viciously. “And night is your practice time. Prepare yourself well. Ah, no... prepare the body well.”
The mantan turned around and re-entered the residence to check the empty thrower supplies. As for the 13 soldiers, none of them did not gulp down his saliva.
***
Seriously Mantingan could not rest. Even if he knew, it would be very dangerous for himself. The impact is not felt now, it may be late afternoon or evening just appeared.
The mantan convinces himself not to get sick, but voices that are out of nowhere begin to appear. The mantle paused to ascertain the origin of the sound, until he realized that the sound was coming from inside his own head. Very surprising.
“Rest, Coat. Even for a moment, for a moment you close your eyes." Then he said again, “if not, it is very likely that your body will be uprooted tonight.”
Mantingan closed his eyes, this voice did not feel like it was not coming from himself.
A moment later in silence, Mantingan opened his eyes and smiled sadly. Without trying to think any further and forget what reason made him smile sadly, Mantingan returned to his work.
“You are stubborn and do not understand yourself. Before saving others, you must first ensure your condition.”
The mantel doesn't seem to care.
“You know who I am, Mantingan. Don't try to dodge. If you don't want to do it for yourself, do it for me, the person you love and love.”
The mantan is very thin defense in this matter. He can't dodge anymore. What memories that come to make him have to spend a little time for him. The smile of Mantingan was getting sad.
“Rara ...”
