The Musafir

The Flag that Stops the Coat

MANTINGAN SEEMED TO lose his battle spirit. He looked into the depths of his heart, was there really no grudge left that had once resided in his heart? Is it true that he has given up the death of Rara who did not get justice at all?

“But as charcoal, Rara. At times it only smoulders, at times it burns, and at times it goes out. After all, there was still a grudge left in my mind. But it was in a state of quenching for a long time.”

“Is your grudge able to re-ignite, Mantingan?” Rara asked a question.

The mantle was silent for a moment. “Can only—”

“And are you willing to defend so that the grudge does not come back burning?”

To his surprise, Mantingan asked, “What do you mean, Rara?”

“Look in front of you, Mantingan.”

The mantan looked towards the front, then realized that he was a little more at the scene of the battle. The battle took place in a vast prairie with so great. The two camps are against each other, so it is difficult to distinguish between friends and enemies.

Eighty warriors who were with Mantingan jumped from the trees and began to climb the grass to dart towards the battle.

The mantan did so before chanting the Eagle Eye Science to see the battle much more clearly. A moment later, his face changed. Suddenly his running speed reduced until slowly began to lag behind his entourage.

Mantingan captures the meaning of the words Rara.

“And can you keep the coals from burning back?”

It was unclear whether Rara was indeed saying or if her memory alone was repeating the words. But whatever happens, the sentence has awakened and surprised Mantingan.

How ahead there, in the midst of the battle, some black flags with red crickets fluttering madly in the strong wind.

The mantelan had seen such a flag. Obviously he remembered it. When the Wind City of Nyiur was pounded by the power of the Land Inn, the flag that was flying was currently shaking at that time!

“Are you not willing to forge them as proof that you love me, Mantingan?”

Mantingan turned to his right side and saw the figure of Rara who was floating in the air with the look of my face and pale death. Suddenly Mantingan stopped treading the grass. Landed within a few more spears of the battle.

The mantan just silently looked at the battle with a faint feeling. No one paid attention to him, even Jakawarman was preoccupied by opponents who immediately welcomed his presence. The mantingan remained silent while Rara continued to speak beside him.

“Show me that you really let go of me,” he said.

The mantan remained silent with a blank but sharp look, he was immersed in his mind.

“You seem very sure to fight them, Mantingan.” Until a question arises from the virgin. “You will still fight for that woman from Champa, won't you?”

The mantingan glanced back at Rara next to him. Now it looks like the girl is shedding tears without sobs. His face is getting pale. His eyes were puffy, blue-pocketed.

“Do you still love me, Mantingan? Has your love been given to that woman from Champa?” Rara said in a flat tone. Mantingan's facial sharpness is getting worse.

The young man suddenly knelt down. The Kiai Kedai Sword was removed from its sheath before being firmly plugged into the ground. The sword trembled the item for a moment before it finally quietly budged. The wind is still blowing strong. Waving the grass and long hair The mantle that breaks under its caping.

She saw Rara exuding a smile full of happiness. His skin radiates its light. His eyes were no longer in pockets. Her tears stopped flowing and seemed to just disappear from her pink cheeks.

The mantan could only take a deep breath before gazing at the battle in front of him.

It was only realized by him, that the battle did not go according to estimates. Of course, because there are no reports that the black group that attacked is the Land Inn. The group included an underworld network filled with powerful warriors.

Even if the Tarumanagara war masters had desperately helped, they were still desperate. Now Mantingan managed to get the attention of several warriors Taruma Buffalo Warrior. Their minds were filled with question marks after realizing the Mantingan's actions.

Why is it that the young man who is expected to become a god of war for the comrades, can now only kneel behind the sword that is stuck on the ground as if he refuses to fight?

But they chose not to disturb the young man's calm and continued the battle.

Jakawarman now holds two swords at once to face the enemies that surround him. Cold sweat soaked his back and face. How utterly he is not good at fighting. All he knew was how to get the horse to leave the battle area as quickly as possible.

Luckily, Jakawarman never left training despite not having any talent. So that the teaching that was once given to him can be useful at this time.

Meanwhile, Cakravarman ferociously tore the enemy to shreds with his pair of swords. Unlike the other warriors who fought with style, Cakravarman fought like a madman. He will tear apart all the enemies visible to his eyes.

For the enemy, the Cakravarman were starving tigers released into bloody battle. If they were around that burly man, then it would be difficult to sustain a life.

Despite such greatness, the presence of the Cakravarman was still not enough to turn things around. His side is still desperate. Enemy if the number of hundreds to a thousand high-skilled warriors, while his side only has eighty medium to high-skilled warriors only.

But in the end, Cakravarman's ferocity wasn't always profitable. When the enemy felt unable to escape Cakravarman's entanglement, they decided to attack him with all their might even though it would be their last attack.

They're takpeduli. In the end, they will die at the hands of Cakravarman.

Cakravarman received attacks from various directions. Even his enemies began to form collaborations to use low-skilled warriors as life shields for high-skilled warriors who would give the Cakravarman a final attack.

When the circumstances had truly urged him, Cakravarman began to search for the whereabouts of the invisible Mantan on the battlefield.

***

MANTAN MASIH also kneeled in front of his sword. The breeze cooled his face, but not with his mind.

However, his mind was hot to see the comrades getting pushed by the enemy force, while he could only remain silent. Not a single bit of his sword was raised to attack the opponent. As long as Rara was still around, she felt she would be unable to do such a thing.

“This is a sign that you still love me more than the Champa woman, Mantingan. Do not be sad to see what is presented before you.”

Mantingan closed her eyes and tried to permeate Rara's words. After a long while, Mantingan let out a long sigh. He knew that what he was doing was very dangerous for the lives of the North River Angel, Cana, and Kina.

But while he was near Rara, what could he do?