The Musafir

Why Don't You Just Quit Shortness?

BIDADARI RIVER Utara understood how Mantingan felt, so he just nodded his head. The road suddenly uphill, passing rocks that are quite steep. The North River Angel uses the science of lightening the body and jumping around lightly.

The steep rocks form a fairly high hill. There were only a few pine trees that could grow on that hill because of the lack of a place for roots to propagate.

“Mantingan.” The Northern River Angel was heard calling out to him, Mantingan did not turn his head but signaled that he would listen. “Why don't you just stop from the short world?”

Hearing that, Mantingan let out a long sigh. It is not an easy thing to get out of the martial world and stop being a warrior. The North River Angel should know about it. Swordsmen who have already dabbled in the martial world will be very difficult to get out of the grip of affairs in that world. As if after becoming a swordsman, one cannot break away from the chains that bind him. Therefore, one must think carefully about his decision to become a swordsman.

Now the Mantingan has already dabbled in the martial world, many enemies are likely still looking for it. Like the Earth Inn which seemed not to release the flames of vengeance after the Mantingan killed their members in battle. The deed of the Mantingan is tantamount to humiliating the Inn. Moreover, there is still Getih Asin College that may still hunt him.

Moreover, Mantingan still needs the strength of a swordsman to protect himself in the adventure of finding Gembangmas. He has not forgotten his true purpose. The flower must be found sooner or later. After the Kembangmas was discovered, only then did the Mantingan slowly break away from its attachment to the martial world.

“It wasn't easy.”

The North River Angel had not been satisfied with the reply from the Mantingan. “Mantingan, I've told you many things about myself. Why don't you tell me about yourself too? About why did you get to the Red Full Inn, and about the reason why you had to go north? Tell me about your adventure before you meet me.”

Mantingan stopped at one of the rocks that swooped upwards. There the wind blew strong enough, waving hair and clothing Mantingan like a flag. Mantingan turned towards the North River Angel who was still trying to climb the hill.

Then he said, “Saudari Sungai Utara, you better not know.”

“If you have a bad past to tell, I'm fine listening to it.” The North River Angel said casually. “That's no problem.”

“I told you there is no point in our journey.” The mantle jumped from the rock he was thrusting, drifting into another large chunk of rock.

“At least this trip will not be boring, the story about adventure is certainly not boring. What I'm listening to is a true story, a story about you, Mantingan."

“The less you know it,” said Mantingan with a big smile adorning his face. “Then it gets better.”

The North River Angel was upset. “What is wrong with you?”

“There's something about me you shouldn't need to know.”

“What's the reason?”

“It also included into it.”

The road began to decline, but it was still rocky. The wind was still blowing a little. At this height, Mantingan took advantage of the situation by looking all over the sky unobstructed by the trees. The mantle tightened the jaws of his face when he saw the black-grey western corner of the sky. Signs it's going to rain. Even on some occasions Mantingan can see the sparkle of lightning there. Not a good enough thing.

The North River Angel also saw a black cloud cloud in the western sky. Straight away his basic attitude made the body shiver in horror. A basic attitude that is often anxious and fearful of overuse. The rain would not kill him with just one splash, even a storm would be very difficult to kill a warrior like him.

At first, no one worried Mantingan if the rain came to bring a storm though, other than his wet clothes there was nothing more to worry about. However, now Mantingan has little concern given the over-spoiled nature of the North River Angel will definitely make a small rain feel like a big storm.

“Mantingan, do we need to go back to Grandma Genih's house?”

Mantingan had guessed the speech that would come out of the mouth of the North River Angel had always been like that. Without need to be surprised again, Mantingan shook his head while saying, “Home Grandma Genih is far away, there is no way we are back.”

“But, what if a storm ...”

“Sister, you can definitely face your fears.” The mantang suddenly showed his warm smile. “Small rain will not make us sick.”

The Angel of the North River wanted to say something, but his words were never delivered. Just stuck to his throat, nothing more. The North River Angel understood what he had to face: his excessive fear.

Come to think of it again, he himself was indeed afraid of the torrential rain in the middle of the desolate forest that seemed endless. In the middle of the forest, it is rare to see a human being who can help them if something happens. Not infrequently there are also trees that fall when the rain is heavy, a little carelessness will kill him.

However, the Northern River Angel felt the need to fight all her fears. There is little chance that any of these events could happen.

A new journey can be said to be a dangerous journey if the journey often finds life-threatening distress, which is likely to kill someone. That is just a dangerous journey.

If likened to a dice, three of the six surfaces are a sign of death. In other words, three out of six is likely death. This can be called a dangerous journey.

A very dangerous journey is five of the six surfaces is a sign of death. Five out of six are likely to be deaths. Where the journey is full of distress, which often demands sacrifice.

But what they are facing right now is only one of the six surfaces marked by death. There was absolutely no chance that they would die in this place. The fear of the North River Angel was excessive, it was fortunate that the girl realized her mistake.

The North River Angel nodded steadily. The mantel nodded, smiling happily. They resumed their journey, descending the terrain a little steep way down. Meanwhile, the black-gray clouds from the west continued to move eastward.

During the trip, Mantingan and Bidadari Sungai Utara several times intersected with forest deer who are still looking for a place to shelter from the rain. The North River Angel's gaze looked at the deer with a hopeful setting.