The Musafir

Sound of Clash and Exhaustion

THE FOUR TRAVELERS who took seats at the corner table looked at each other before finally nodding their heads. They then took out a few pieces of gold from their respective pockets onto the table.

“We are forty pieces of gold,” said one of them in a cold tone.

“Will your friends who hide in the shadows not participate in the battle?” The mantingan replied in a cold tone anyway.

There was laughter followed by the appearance of someone dressed in all black from the shadows in the corner of the room. “It includes my part,” he said then.

The Mantin then turned his gaze towards the ten White Mask Troops that were still sitting in place. They were seen pulling a number of gold pieces onto the table.

“From us forty pieces,” said one of them on Mantingan.

The mantel threw five other gold pieces on the table. “Treatment money if any innocent people are injured as a result of this.”

After Mantingan said, stood all the warriors on the first floor of the shop. Unless, of course, the owner of the shop. Whether he is a swordsman or a layman is still dimly lit and very illegible.

Ten warriors from the White Mask Team; six seasoned warriors from the lower network; and Mantingan. They were meeting each other. Find out who first started the attack.

The mood became quiet. Except for the sound of night bugs out there. The rest, completely silent. Even the breath was not heard. As if what filled the room was not a living creature!

After a long time, the five people dressed like the traveler thought that Mantingan would be the first to attack, so they had prepared themselves to face the Mantingan attack. But their guesses turned out to be wrong.

When they were facing each other in increasingly tense circumstances, that was when the sound of a very loud impact appeared, followed by the sound of wind. Whoever was in the room clearly knew that the voices were produced by a swordsman!

But what kind of warrior would have produced that crashing and loud sound? Enemy or friend? Where does he move and aim? Where is his skill level?

As a result of that still uncertain information, all the warriors on the first floor, including Mantingan, moved away. Some jump backwards, sideways, forwards, or even upwards.

The mantan itself moved to the side with the Sword Kiai Kedai which was still in a sheathed state. Behind the caping shadows, his eyes moved swiftly to look around.

In a very slow movement in his eyes, Mantingan caught the figure of the North River Angel hovering in the middle of the room. His Bloodthirsty Pigeon Sword was unsheathed towards the five enemy warriors.

How then did Mantingan know that the girl was moving at a very high speed Even in her vision the movement was very very very slow though, the body of the Northern River Angel still seemed blurred, which means that he moves so fast. It was impossible if the attack missed its target.

Until then there was a clash between the North River Angel with a swordsman looking like that traveler. Two guns collide. From the impact was created sparks that spread to the corner of the room, followed by the sound of deafening metal clangs.

Mantingan stopped to look at the North River Angel. The girl was still putting up her veil, but not with her caping. Then his thick black hair came out. Her clothes had been changed with clothes that were slightly tighter, tighter, and black. Maybe he did so as not to disturb the movement and able to disguise its existence with the darkness of the night.

“Afrom North River!” the warrior cheer that the girl had just attacked. “You have facilitated our work, hahahaha!”

The girl did not answer but rather looked at the person so sharply.

“Okay, your gaze is so pretty!” suhut swordsman who always pitched femininity when talking, “just right your body is appreciated very expensive, if only I was the same as you.”

The angel of the North River did not answer. His sword was still drawn towards the enemy. The blade glittered in the light of the torchlight hanging on the wall of the room.

The mantle remained silent. This time he let the girl do whatever she wanted. Ten warriors from the White Mask Army were of similar mind.

“They seem too easy for us to deal with, Hero Man. After I saw the exchange of attacks between the Northern River Angel and one of them.” Someone sent him a whisper of wind.

The mantan nodded his head and returned the whisper of the wind. “Let them face the Angel of the North River.”

“Brother Man, we have spent a lot of money to get this fight ...”

In response to that, Mantingan could only smile awkwardly. The money from the joint venture will certainly be used for repair costs. Because even though the North River Angel is most likely able to surpass his opponent, but still his opponents are not new warriors so yesterday afternoon. If there is a fight, then it is certain that it will still damage a little or a lot of tavern buildings.

The ten White Mask Troops sat on their benches. Raise the cup with the tea.

“You don't want to drink tea, Hero Man?”

The mantel glanced back. The owner of the shop signaled him to come closer. When Mantingan dodged, it turned out that he was moving towards the booking table occupied by the father of the shop owner.

“No, Mr.” The mantle refused smoothly. He felt he still needed to watch over and guard the North River Angel, so that he could act immediately if something happened to the girl.

It was then that the Angel of the North River began to make a movement.