The Musafir

The arrival of White Wind College

BIDAFARI RIVERS Utara wiped her tears before answering, “The incident did not take place last night, but four days ago. Brother, how can I explain it? The event was so terrible to remember ...”

“Not what.” Smiling coat. “It's okay if Sisters don't want to remember it. It's not very important.”

Angel of the North River hurriedly replied, “Certainly I can. It's just, it took me a little time to gather all the memories. Now, I'll tell you the full story of that incident, and about why I got caught.”

The mantle nodded and invited him.

“That night, after we parted in front of the gate, I immediately went towards the village hall. Like the plan we had planned all day long, I slipped among the bushes and entered through the window. Everything seems to be going well.

“In the village hall, I found some people who were playing gambling. I did not need to sneak anymore, unless I darted out to finish them off in one strike. The first attack was done so quietly, that the warriors in the village hall still did not know where I was.

“At first I thought so, but it wasn't. In fact, after I checked the other rooms, I found no human. But when I decided to get out of the building, suddenly a lot of people appeared around me. I'm surrounded. If I don't remember wrongly, there are hundreds of warriors who surround me. Then came an old warrior who seemed to descend from the sky. Her steps are very light. The old warrior had a long white beard and was carrying a fragile wooden stick.

“I said to him, ‘What do you want from me?’. He chuckled and then replied, ‘I want all parts of your body, O Angel of the North River of the land of Champa!’.

“Brother, I couldn't be calm back then.” The Northern River Angel clenched her hand agitatedly. “At that time, I immediately moved to attack. Find a way out. But the warriors who surrounded me were in fact as insane as hungry forest apes, they undaunted in my way despite knowing I would kill.

“But in the end, I was outnumbered. The old warrior managed to poke my blood flow as I calmed down tired. With that teasing, my consciousness still lingered, but my body was completely immobilized.

“Really, it's terrible considering the incident, Brother. He then took me to the village hall. He threw me on the floor like a sack of rice. I was completely powerless to resist. Can only close my eyes. But then, I felt someone coming, just before my honor was snorted. Whether the man reported what, I just heard him say that something was out of control.

“The old man was furious, so aware that he killed the warrior who seemed to have disturbed him. That's cruel, brother. Then he approached me and whispered, ‘Remember that I, the Stormy Stick Swordsman, will come back to you!’.

“I was then moved into a darker and narrower room. I can't see anything. I relied on my hearing to monitor the situation outside, but the walls of the room were so thick that hearing could be penetrated.

“The longer, the room feels stuffy. I'm almost out of breath. At first I was very happy, because I thought, it would be better to die in that place before my honor is taken away. However, came a belief— who came out of nowhere, the belief that you will come to save me like a hero. I'm sure you'll come. That hope is what kept me alive until now.

“Over time, the old man came again. This time with half breath. He directly carried me out of the hall through the back door. He darted while taking me. I can only close my eyes. I think this is where the story of the North River Angel comes from. For if my honor is dishonorably taken, there I die.

“But then I felt a very strong impact. I was floating in the sky. Circling uncontrollably. Then I felt someone arrest me. I thought the one who caught me was the old man who claimed to be the Stormy Stick Swordsman, but I felt a familiar touch. When I opened my eyelids, I found a hero of my savior. Come to pick me up. That is who you are, Mantingan.”

The North River Angel finished his story with a warm smile. His eyes looked at Mantingan. How his love was rekindled when the man saved his life.

The mantan still maintained his smile, after which it nodded in understanding. “Thank God the swordsman still has not done anything to Sister. Otherwise, I might not be able to forgive myself. Then, what happens next? Before I was unconscious, I saw the greatness of the white shadows.”

Without any objection at all, the Angel of the North River again said, “The greatness of the white shadows are hundreds of swordsmen, directly beating the warriors who want to attack us ..”

“A healer came to take off my tootokan and to treat you. From the healer, I got a statement that we are in the camp of the White Wind College.”

The mantel held his breath. Obviously surprised.

“That's your college, isn't it?” The Northern River Angel smiled slightly. “An old man named Rama broke into our tent, his face looking so bad looking at you. He asked me many things, and I explained them all without a single lie. Before Father Rama left, he told me to preach it if you were conscious. He added that there is still a lot to do”

The mantan nodded his head slowly. “Propay himself. He is the chairman of White Wind College.”

“I'll update it now.” The North River Angel replied with a nod as well. But as he stood up, Mantingan held him back.

“Wait a minute, I still have some other questions.”

The Angel of the North River sat down on the side of the bed. Mantingan straightened his back before saying, “That night, I was filled with a huge anger. Like a blind boar, I killed many enemies. Do you know how many I have killed?”

The Northern River Angel looked at him and said weakly, “Ya. Myself know.”

“I asked, Sasmita.”

The Northern River Angel still kept staring at him. Mantingan knew the meaning of the girl's gaze; a look of pity.

“Brother, you better not know it—”

“It's okay, Sister.” The mantel continued to show his warm smile. “I need to know.”

The girl took a deep breath. “Can you promise not to regret what you did that night?”

“Do you not see this confidence in my face, Sister?”

The Northern River Angel turned his gaze towards the open window. “Two thousand vile enemies like wild animals, you have managed to spill.”

The mantel was silent for a moment. “What can be saved?”

“If there were two hundred warriors who could still be saved. However, they prefer suicide rather than having to be asked a lot about the Sea Beggar's Association.”