The Musafir
The Mastery of the Wind Tread by Kana
KANA nodded her head slowly. “I managed to create a wave of wind, but I do not know if it can be called a success over the mastery of the style, so from that I came here even though the night has been so late.”
The mantan attached a piece of Magic Throw to the wall of his room saying, “You can try it now, Kana.”
Kana nodded her head again before starting to prepare the horses. His right leg was pushed forward, while his left leg was pulled back. His hands were crossed to the front of his chest.
The boy took a deep breath before jerking his palm forward. Wind waves drove at an invisible speed from his hand, immediately scattering all the goods through it, including with the splinters that had been smashed by Mantingan.
The boy's movements were restrained and his back immediately broke out in a cold sweat. His breath was bearable. How he knew that the spikes could have been very dear to Mantingan!
But the intended young man was not angry, just the opposite, he looked happy.
“I think you will spend a week or two mastering the Blood Wind Palm, but you can master it in just one day. Great achievement!”
Kana felt that Mantingan was only delaying her anger, so she immediately moved quickly to tidy up the splinters that scattered on the floor.
“You want those ejections, Kana?” Mantingan actually threw a question that made the child surprised.
“Kakanda, I initially thought that Kakanda would be angry ...”
“Because of that toss-over?”
Kana was silent for a moment before finally nodding timidly.
“No.” Mantingan flicked his hands, answering casually. “The spoons will not be destroyed just because of your style.”
Kana smiled wryly and chose to continue to clean up the Magic Throw belonging to the scattered Mantas.
“But I mean it, Kana. If you want that Light Magic Throw, you can take it some.”
Cana put a pile of throws on the table accompanied by the words, “Then, I will take three sheets just in case.”
Kana of course still did not know that the price of every piece of Light Magic Throw that was sold was ten pieces of gold. If he knew it, then it was very possible that the boy asked for three puffs he had taken in exchange for gold pieces.
“If my palm style is not even able to crush the palm leaves, how can I protect Kina and Kaka Sasmita with this style?” Kana asked half disappointed while continuing to look at her right hand that had been used to attack.
“You've just mastered that style, haven't you? Even to just fly the ejected sheets it is already amazing.” The mantel patted the boy on the shoulder with his warm smile. “You are disappointed now, but I'm sure you won't be disappointed again after training that skillfully. But if you're lazing around, then don't complain about being disappointed.”
Kana glanced at Mantingan who was laughing wide then snorted softly. “It's free for me to train until I can destroy a mountain even if you don't see it.”
The mantel stopped his laughter in an instant. “Is your goal to learn this Blood Wind Palm Style, Kana?”
“Not at all, but I want Kakanda to see me grow up to success. So that Kakanda never regretted the decision to pick me up.”
“If indeed we have made a match to be together, may it also be said that we have made a match to quickly part?” Cana lifted her gaze toward Mantingan, who how in the glare of her eyes was so great that there was nothing greater than that sorrow.
“Indeed,” Mantingan said honestly, “every meeting will always lead to separation. Sooner or later and unavoidable.”
I know exactly what Mantingan said. Farewells will always follow after the meeting. May it be absolutely unavoidable to man.
Kana turned her face away. “There are two kinds of parting in this world, Kakanda,” he said later, “ada forced farewell and accidental farewell. Kakanda, you must understand that our separation belongs to the one side, for however you may follow us to Champa if you wish.”
Kana passed leaving Mantingan's room after saying that. Leave the single-handed Mantingan who is still glued in place while staring at the stars above the vast ocean with full contemplation. What Cana said is the truth. If the Angel of the North River, Cana, and Kina could not live in Javadvipa, then he could live in the land of Champa. No one will stand in his way, not even those who support him.
Mantingan closed his eyes. But what was the reason for going to Champa? Just for the Northern River Angel who however much is still that person's lover? Mantingan was sure that he would not be able to see or feel it for a long time, then it was predicted that his feet would again take him wandering in a land completely foreign to him.
The night wind kept coming in. This east wind might be over in a moment. If that happens, then no wind can blow the Angel of the North River into the land of Champa. So that in any case, Mantingan must strengthen the heart to remove the angel berparas nan beautiful.
“Start love thou with him, Mantingan?”
The mantle opened his eyes wide when he heard a whisper concubine.
“Began you gave the woman heart, Mantingan?”
View of Mantingan instantaneously empty. He knew that the voice was not coming from any direction, but from within his own head. And he also clearly knew who had been sounding.
“Cast it. Throw away. Throw my ashes in your control! No more traveling with you!”
Mantingan's hand moved quickly to feel Rara's jug of ashes which became the eye of the necklace around her neck. How then kneaded the jug strongly while making a determination not to let a single item of ash out of there.
“Cast it, Mantingan! Throw away like you threw away your love for me!”
The heart of the mantel is pounding strongly.
“Fuck swordsman! If warriors like you never existed in the world, then I will never end like this!”
Mantingan closed his eyes tightly. In that shock, Rara's voice grew stronger like shouting directly not from far or near his ears, but directly in his mind!
“Dump! Dump it! Just throw!”
The voice repeated. The manting continued to close their eyes, almost the young man shouted loudly to disperse the voice. But come when the voice of Rara no longer hardened, but it sounded more creepy with a soft and full of sadness.
“If I were a warrior like you, I would never play with love.”
