The Musafir

The Rise of Mantingan

LIKE A DROP of falling water that then rises back up, that's the magic of Mantingan. The young man stood up. Upright. As if before never hit a concrete roof as strong as rock. Never fall down.

He looked at the three opponents in front. Breath hunting. With him the handle of the Sword Kiai Kedai. Will act mercilessly to the three of them. Really this is a gamble of life, his own life as well as the lives of others.

“They're off guard now, attack them now!” Rara's voice rang out again, giving orders. Convincing Manten.

Without needing to be delayed again, Mantingan jerked his legs hard. His body thrust strongly forward. During the journey, Mantingan pulled the Sword Kiai Kedai from its sheath. Splitting air. Mending.

Everything seems to slow down. Like water dripping, it suddenly floated in the air. There Mantingan can think clearly in a short time. Although the speed of his body was not the same as the speed of his mind. It was at this moment that Rara's voice was heard. Quiet and smooth.

“Mantingan, you still can't beat them alone. Enough to make them cornered or just hold them, at least until Uncle Bala has the power to rise. You only need to complete two more spells. With the Dragon Path Splitting Storm, your chances of winning the battle are huge.”

The mantel is silent. His mind is still working. As if it can't be bothered. Rara's voice remained heard, understood and carried out.

Time seems to return to its line of sight. The mantan again drove very fast, so that his body was no longer visible. The Kiai Kedai sword emitted a flash of torch fire. Looks smoldering.

In that short period of time, the enemy had decided to make a move. No matter what miracle makes Mantingan can rise again from his slump, or even when Mantingan can fight them very fierce though.

The three of them split up. One to the right. One to the left. One other up. Trying to keep up with Mantingan's speed. They can really avoid it that way.

But apparently, they not only avoided. The three threw a secret weapon that was quickly not playing. Everything was on Mantingan. And if if if it misses not even the Mantingan, none of the three enemies are hit by a stray secret weapon.

The mantle twisted its body in rapid motion. The sword of Kiai Kedai made a whirlwind. Since the wind speed was not as fast as the Mantingan, then they gathered together without being able to move much. They exist like a cloud. Protects almost the entire body.

When the three secret weapons collided with the wind protecting Mantingan, then that was when the objects changed their direction. Following the wind. Never made it through the wind shield.

Manten can escape the lunge of three secret weapons very easily. He landed smoothly on the floor of the room, as well as his three opponents who quickly regrouped. Meanwhile, the whirlwind that the Mantin made was still constantly spinning carrying three secret weapons inside. The mantle held up his index and middle fingers, smiling widely.

The wind that had just whirled back now started to move. With incredible speed. The three secret weapons were also spinning. If it were like that, then whatever hit the wind and those three secret weapons, would definitely be crushed into a flesh pox. The room was filled with a loud boisterous sound, like there had been a storm in it.

Mantingan still with the index and middle fingers pointed, he controlled the wind motion toward three opponents who stood at each other in the corner of the room.

However, as Mantingan's smile widened, that was where the unexpected happened. That powerful whirlwind threw the secret weapons towards the three masked men. The opponents of the Spell widened his eyes. And behind the masks, their faces became wry.

They pulled out a long, curved blade known as a kerambit, with movements like a pseudo-shadow, they fended off all the secret weapons that were after it. Throwing everywhere. Sticking on the roof, walls, and floor. Gurgled.

“Quite track—”

But Mantingan did not give them a chance to speak anymore. That still whirling wind, was blown up by him. It became a powerful air explosion. Unmercifully, throwing his three opponents backwards. Hit the hard wall.

The sound produced by the wind explosion was no less powerful. That loud voice was able to wake Uncle Bala up from his unconsciousness. Like a sleeping person suddenly being hit by a bucket of water, Uncle Bala shouted loudly and jumped to his feet. His head turned to the right and left side in turn, still gathering memory and consciousness.

While the three opponents of Mantingan also started to rise. They quietly gripped his back. On the sidelines, Mantingan also found the sound of a very cold little laugh from the direction of his enemies.

“Learnest. This guy seems to really want to make us feel the pleasure.”

The mantan did not care about what the strange masked man said. Really at this time the main concern is Uncle Bala and his daughter who are not far from where the enemy stands.

Uncle Bala seemed to have regained his memories. When he saw the stiff body of his daughter who was very close to the enemy, he immediately ran before carrying his daughter away.

The enemy actually already knew the movements of Uncle Bala and also knew he had taken his daughter. But they seem to not care. Their eyes remained focused on the Mantingan. With a gaze that if explained would be extremely terrifying.

One of the strange masked men asked, “What is your name, young man? You're very attractive. Rarely can I taste such a powerful young swordsman like you. I can admit you're pretty energetic."

“Who my name no longer matters to you.” The mantans stared intently at them all in turn.

Sounds of laughter. I don't know who among the three is laughing. They were covered in masks, there was no gurgling that indicated that one of them was laughing. But it is true that no one laughs but someone among them. The signs of infamy have changed the way they laugh.

“Mantingan, at the moment they are really in a crazy state. They really want you to feel a slow and painful killing,” said Rara who had somehow been next to him. “It is times like these that benefit you. When the enemy is on fire, then there they are off guard.”

The mantan smiled, giving a whisper of wind to Uncle Bala. Shortly after, Uncle Bala came to take his daughter in a sling.