The Musafir

Bidadari Sungai Utara

MANTINGAN remained silent in the wrinkling of his forehead.

The frail old man still stroked his beard as he said, “This old low and old man really wants to tell his son everything, but it seems that the Son has no interest at all. And look around us, is there time for conversation?”

The mantel spread a glance around before becoming startled. Without realizing it, the battle between the rebel fleet and the combined fleet had broken out. Dozens of ships were burned. Black smoke rises high in the dark night sky. The screams of death were as endless.

But about the truth hidden by the North River Angel, Mantingan still felt the need to know. As far as she knew, the girl never hid anything from her.

“Tell me everything you know about him, Old Man. There is still plenty of time before we fight and finish all this.” Mantingan still said in a cold-impressed tone, even though that tone was not his will. It's the killer's lust that makes it that way.

“Defeat me, this old bastard Hanung, first. I'll tell you when I take my life later.” The old man stopped stroking his beard. Moving quickly whipped out a thin sword on his back.

Manten grunted softly before starting to bend his left leg upward. Shows the opening movement of the Wind Control Movement.

The old man who claimed to be named Hanung then darted rapidly towards him with a sword drawn sharply splitting the wind. Mantingan widened his eyes, because he knew that the old man used all his power even though he was still in the opening attack!

The mantle immediately extended both of his hands forward with the tread open. A whirlwind formed right before Hanung's sword reached his heart. A moment more the sword darted, the life of the Mantingan finished!

Despite being restrained, Hanung continued to push his sword with a great amount of profound strength. The mantan also likes to not increase the power of the whirlwind between his hands, continuing to hold the lunge.

Until there was a power struggle that also complained of life. There is hardly a need for various clever tactics in terms of fighting forces like this, all it takes is strength and strength and then strength.

Mantingan felt that he and Hanung had equal strength, but he still regretted not knowing the possibility at the beginning.

Suppose he had been aware from the beginning that the opponent would not attack with tactics but with strength, of course something like this would not happen.

The whirlwind in the middle of his hands that held back the lunge of Hanung's thin sword that was so sharp that it grew bigger and carried the sea water also swirled in it!

In the eyes of the layman, the power struggle looked like an unforeseen violent sea storm, because no matter how the whirlwind protecting the North River Angel could be said to be quite large, it could be said, then coupled with the whirlwind between the two hands of the much larger Mantingan, it looked like a sea storm that invited anyone to enter it.

Even in the view of the warriors, what looks is actually the same. Because the whirlwind made by the Mantingan was so fierce, that even the swordsmen's eyes were hard to follow!

But the grains of water flying around the wind can still be seen in such a slow motion. The full moon light was combined with the fire light, making the actual looking scenery very beautiful.

But such is the beauty in the martial world often means death.

The thin sword Hanung was carrying began to advance slowly, breaking through the whirlwind meant as a shield to hold back the speed of the sword. Now the tip of the sword is only half a inch from the chest of the Mantingan.

The situation that had been so dire made Mantingan suppress all his inner energy to make the wind vortex in his hand even bigger and stronger again. Until so big and strong, the ships around them began to be attracted to it.

Sea churns. Although the sky is completely clear of mega-mega, featuring stars coupled with a bright full moon, there is a terrible storm below.

The whirlwind managed to hold back the speed of Hanung's sword even though it was slow but it was definitely! Now the sword even shook violently because it had to withstand the lunge of the whirlwind that was getting stronger and stronger.

The mantan continued to maintain this situation, because it was only a matter of time until Hanung with his sword was thrown far back due to not being able to withstand the brunt of the whirlwind.

So without realizing it, he relaxed his vigilance. In a favorable state after a long time of constant distress with death, anyone will feel relieved and calm, which is the same as loosening alertness.

He kept pressing and Hanung kept being depressed. But a moment later, he saw Hanung reviewing the smile, which however faint it could still be read by him!

Mantingan immediately increased his alertness, but it seemed that he had been really late!

Hanung swept his sword to the right by utilizing the wind vortex which also moved to the right. So fast that it can neither be fended off nor avoided!

Mantingan bought an eye when he saw his right arm detached and also swirled with the wind before being chopped off by Hanung's sword which was still in the middle of the whirlwind.

Hanung who had just attacked was really not in a favorable position. His sword was no longer drawn forward, but to the left side with a tremendous vibration.

So after putting aside all the turmoil in the mind, Mantingan threw his left hand forward, with all the Blood Wind Treads. Mercilessly hitting Hanung's head into pieces like a rotten hunk of watermelon!

Mantingan landed on top of the turbulent ocean waves. Swung on it, though not shaken in the slightest. With very sharp eyes, like nothing sharper than that.

The battle had ended, as had the battle between the two fleets far north.

It's all over, in the end, it's over.

Blood dripped down from his neatly cut arm. Now it starts to hurt, even it will be very very painful if the Mantingan does not drain so much prana energy.

Behind him, the wind was still spinning though not as strong as before. Still with the North River Angel in it.

There were many wooden planks floating above sea level, some of them in a burning state. The Meningan whirlwinds created a terrible storm, some ships from the rebel side fell prey to the ferocity of the storm.

The sea slowly calmed down. Along with the heart rate Mantingan's heart begins to slow down.

He then turned to face the vortex of wind that protected the Northern River Angel. With the movement made by his left hand, the vortex of wind slowly slowed down and began to approach him. The form of the North River Angel is revealed behind a wind scroll.

The girl seemed to be shining under the bright light of the full moon. His eyes were closed in a peace that seemed to have been plenary. Her hair was unraveling, toying with the wind. Her red lips were covered in a sweet smile. The mantan was really excited to see him.

The whirlwind delivered the North River Angel into the arms of Mantingan. The young man closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

The North River is fine. There is nothing less than him. The mantel can read it. The mantle can smell it. The mantle can feel it.

“We'll split up, Sasmita.”

Her tears were dripping anyway. Sniffling on the girl's clean shoulder. To take away all the pain that the warrior endured. Complain so-so. After the Angel of the North River has gone, where will he complain?

“I have paid off my promise, Sasmita, you will go home.”

Mantingan tried to smile warmly even though his crying was getting raging without any excitement. After the Angel of the North River leaves, where will he present a smile?

“Now you come home safe. Marry your lover. Build a family that however simple remains happy.”

Once again the Mantingan tightened his embrace. After the Angel of the North River has gone, where is the place that should be called home?

Mantingan made a bunch of wind, back the North River Angel drifted. The young man cleaned the bloodstains from his robe using his profound strength before releasing them. The gray robes given by Kenanga are then paired on the North River Angel.

The mantle fluttered his left hand of goods once. It was enough to make the wind scroll carry the Northern River Angel drifting away from him.

The mantan looked far north. Through the dim yellow dots. The North River Angel will arrive safely on the deck of the ship, before continuing its journey to Champa.

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note:

Say goodbye to the North River Angel.