The Musafir

50,000 Magic Throws; Travelers Carrying News

Rara's voice was no longer heard.

"Rara answer. Don't scare me." Mantingan stopped its activities. "Rara answer me if you're still there."

Really inside his head it was silent without Rara's voice anymore. The mantan is getting anxious.

"Rara please answer, don't make me worry like this."

Long time no answer, Mantingan ruffled his own hair. He almost cried out for regretting what he had said until Rara left. Is what he said so painful?

It was so hard to feel Mantingan. His happiness was taken for granted.

If this only leads to sadness, why does happiness come first?

The mantle finally shouted loudly. It was so loud that his voice could be heard dozens of spears from his residence. Rarely does he scream like this. The mantle wouldn't have shouted that loud if it wasn't for Rara.

"Hey! You're so noisy when you scream! Just like a woman."

The awaited voice came. As if sprayed with fresh water, the smile of the mantingan expanded.

But a moment later, Mantingan's looks turned very upset.

"You're trying to scare me?"

Rara laughs. "I saw you pranking the soldiers who were in charge of watching you a few days ago. I'm just avenging your cruel act."

Manten was speechless as the door was suddenly knocked violently.

"Brother Man is okay? Why yell? Is there a ghost that scares Brother Man?"

Manten smiled awkwardly and replied, "No need to worry, no big deal, my toes just hit the floor."

Still in an anxious voice the soldier said, "Brother Man, that must be very painful. It seems I still have medicine to relieve such pain, this medicine was given by my grandmother, it must be effective. Do you want to try it?"

The mantan hurriedly said, "No need, the pain is almost gone."

"My grandmother said that such pain could arise at any time, You must not want the pain to appear when the war is going on."

"I really wasn't in trouble, now it even takes a little bit of quiet to get back on the pitch."

Of course the soldier understood what Mantingan meant. "Alright Brother Man, you are indeed a strong swordsman so the floor will not be able to defeat you just like that. If you need to please don't hesitate to call us."

"Yes, thank you."

The sound of the soldier's footsteps was heard away. The mantan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rara, you almost got me in trouble."

“That was due to your own mistake, now quickly resume your work.”

***

The first one, that Rara who was in her head was not a real Rara. The real Rara is dead, and it is. While Rara who is in her soul is just a clone. Unknowingly Mantingan's mind creates a clone of Rara to treat her longing. That is, Rara's soul is Mantingan's soul. What Rara said was what Mantingan said.

Second, Mantingan unknowingly also knows Rara so well that he can make his own imitation. Even Rara who was inside his mind almost once resembled a true Rara.

Third, that Mantingan should not be confused where he saturates his affection. He will not be lonely even in a quiet and creepy forest, Rara is always nearby. In his mind. Either it could walk with him or even fly nearby. Everything could have happened as long as Mantingan had the ability to imagine.

But for now, Mantingan can only hear Rara's voice. He was not sure whether in the future he could see Rara's body as well or not.

“I know what you're thinking, Mantingan.” Rara's voice sounded soft. “I hope you don't expect my presence forever. Because whether or not I exist depends on your state of mind. I'm inside your head right now because your current state of mind is making it possible.”

The mantle scrunched his forehead. “What kind of situation of the mind allows you to always be with me, Rara?” Anxious Mantingan said that.

“It's myself I don't know, and I'm sure you don't know either.” Rara laughed a little. “Then from that, don't waste my existence while it's still there.”

“Can't be like that, can you last forever with me?” Again with dismay Mantingan said.

“Didn't you make peace with my departure, Mantingan? Even if I don't exist, you shouldn't be okay. Why are you being like this now?”

The mantle remained silent for quite a while. There was a slicing pain in his mind. “If you wish you would disappear again, what are you coming for?”

“This is an ordeal you have to face, Mantingan ...” The voice faded before completely disappearing.

Mantingan took a long breath. Isn't it true that Rara said, that a Mantingan had made peace with Rara's unjust death? Then why did she expect Rara to come back with her, even forever?

Back Mantingan remembered what he had to do, he had to rejoice. Thank you for what has gone and what has come. If Rara comes, she should smile. If Rara went back, no matter how many times and how much pain she left behind, Mantingan had to smile.

Then Mantingan raised his smile, so he said, “Goodbye, Rara, I will definitely miss you.”

***

A week passed by just like that. A week full of joy. A week full of Magic Throwing. A week full of painful training.

The spell managed to produce 50,000 Magic Throws ready to use. Of course, it was not an easy matter to make that many Magic Throws in just one week, but the Mantingan found a breakthrough that allowed him to produce more ejections in a short time.

The more days, the quality of Magic Throw made Mantang is getting better. Some travelers who visit the city bid all Magic Throws made by Mantingan at high prices, he said that Magic Throw made by Mantingan has a much higher quality than others.

But the Spells did not sell a single Magic Throw for now. If anyone wants to get a Magic Throw made by Mantingan, then he must help the war. Of course, no traveler is brave enough to risk his life for the sake of the thrashing. However, the Mantan still gave him some Magic Throw as souvenirs.

The traveler is out of town. His departure brought the news that in a city there is a maker of Magic Throw that will give 1,000 ejection free of charge with the requirement to participate in the war. The traveler also showed a Magic Throw that the Spell made.

The news the tourist brought quickly spread from store to store. As a result, some high-ranking expert warriors came to the town of Mantingan and promised to help the war if given 1,000 Magic Throws.

So that in every day, the Mantingan residence always comes two-three warriors who intend to help. The mantis gives those who come each 1,000 Magic Throws without worrying that the warriors will renege on their promise, because a swordsman should not break his promise.