The Musafir

Practice Vigilance

MANTINGAN STILL continues to study the Book of Flies until it is felt that midnight has arrived. Characterized by the sound of chicken crows that spread when the sky is still dark. Coinciding with the completion of the Mantingan reading. The young man glanced at the Northern River Angel who was still sitting behind the table, reading the Book of Blood Wind Palms.

The mantle decided to call him. “Has Sister finished reading?”

The North River's angel immediately turned his head. “Yes. I read the first and second parts. As for the third part, I don't think it can be learned tonight either.”

The mantan nodded his head lightly. “Then, can we start the training?”

The North River Angel nodded. He himself repackaged the Blood Wind Palm Book into his cradle. Stand up. The mantle stands. And came the awkward atmosphere of messing things up.

“What should we do?”

“Trained.”

“Practice what?”

“Based on the book I read, we can start with sleep.” Mantingan smiled awkwardly, he knew that his words would confuse the Northern River Angel.

“Sleep? What do you mean Brother? Did your brother change his mind? Myself can kill Brother this time too.”

The mantle immediately shook. “Sleep does not mean anything. It is your mind that is easy to wander everywhere. One of us has to fall asleep, while the other one has to stay awake. The guarding person will make a very rapid movement near the stomach of the sleeping person. That's when the person who is asleep must wake up. But before that, it must be ascertained that the person has actually slept. If not, then training is considered invalid. I myself am not sleepy yet, how about you?”

Angel Sungai Utara immediately replied, “I am ready. I am currently getting sleepy.”

“Then, please sleep on that mattress.” After saying, Mantingan cleared his throat several times.

The Northern River Angel blushed her face. Of course he thought that his actions were very inappropriate. But in retrospect, the North River Angel would not refuse him. Isn't this done as an exercise? After all, the girl was sure that Mantingan would do nothing as long as she slept.

Before that, the North River Angel took off the extra clothes that he wore as a warmer. Leave the clothes he usually wears while sleeping. The Northern River Angel glanced at Mantingan's eyes, finding that the young man had a flat expression. Without *****. Passionless. Even Mantingan was still able to smile when the girl turned to him.

The North River Angel did not mince words any more, directly smashing down on the bed of Mantingan. Pulling a blanket over his entire body, except for the head. Once again the girl glanced at Mantingan, before finally closing her eyes. It's like being in his own room.

The mantle scratched his head which was not actually itchy. But in any case, the Angel of the North River had shown confidence in him. The mantan was honored when he saw the girl sleeping quietly before him.

Of course Mantingan did not stand alone when he looked at the North River Angel who turned. It's useless for him to do that. Then be the Mantingan sitting behind the table. Reading books. He thinks it's better that way.

I DON'T KNOW how long Mantingan let the Angel of the North River sleep soundly while he was still reading the book. Seen through the bars of his window, it was still dark. Mantingan then turned his gaze to the North River Angel.

The girl changed her sleeping style several times. This time, he slept sideways. His body was covered in blankets. Looks comfortable and peaceful. Making sure the Coat, the girl had slept for a long time.

Slowly, the mantle moved from his chair. Instantly using the science of lightening the body to be able to walk without sound. The mantan also uses the Science of Wind Control. His body movements are completely illegible.

Quickly, Mantingan arrived beside his bed. His breathing was completely arranged in such a way. So that the Angel of the North River will not be able to know its existence just because of the sound.

But now, he became hesitant to wake the North River Angel. However it may seem, the girl slept in a blanket of peace. Like a surgaloka angel in his contest. As if there was nothing worse than that. What a manting does not bear. Not the heart if you have to destroy the excess.

But in any case, training should take precedence. Mantingan remembered the purpose of the North River Angel of sleep is to exercise. He would ruin the plan if he did not make a quick move towards the girl.

So with a very, very heavy heart, Mantingan formed a site attack that passed right above the body of the North River Angel. Such a fast movement he launched without the Science of Wind Control, so that it was also clearly heard the sound of the wind.

Somehow, the reticence and peace within the North River Angel disappeared instantly. At first the girl just opened her eyes. Buy on. But then make a swift movement. Raise his body until it drifts. Up in the air, he sent a barrage of tread attacks towards Mantingan.

The site attack, although unexpected, can still be repelled and avoided by the Mantingan. Not one bit of the young man was hurt. The body of the North River Angel fell on the bed. Mantingan thought stopped there, but in fact it did not. The Northern River Angel rolled to the side. His body came out of the bed, standing up. From inside his clothes, he threw some flying knives. Straight to the body of Mantingan.

The young man who faced the unexpected attack immediately jumped into the air. Salto in the air several times before going back down the wooden board. Not stopping there, the North River Angel ambushed forward. Empty-handed. He launched an attack. Everything was successfully repelled by the Mantingan. Even now, he blocked both hands of the North River Angel. The girl could not move despite trying.

“Sister, what are you doing?!” Mantingan said on the sidelines of his tank.

Once that voice was heard, there was no more attack. Stop over. The North River's angel completely stopped. The girl pecked. His hands were still blocked, forming a fighting stance, but not moving an inch. It was as if only the girl's eyes were moving. Staring Mantian.

As the girl looked at him, Mantingan was shown sadness stored in the girl's eyes. There is no need to think long for Mantingan to know why. This is the sense of past trauma that still pervades in the North River Angel to this day. The trauma of war is difficult to erase.

The Mantingan took off his grip on the hand of the Northern River Angel, turning to the two shoulders of the girl. With a reassuring look, Mantingan said, “Saudari is fine?”

“A-I'm fine. Ha-just remembered the past.” The North River Angel immediately replied, but he stammered it.

Mantingan took a long breath. Nodding slowly. “Listen to my words. Everything's gonna be fine. Those evil people have gone swallowed up by the world, will not discover Sister's whereabouts forever. Now calm down. Sort alertness.” The coat helps the girl to sit on the bed. “Sleep back. Forget those bad memories, just for a moment.”