The Musafir
Chalk Ulin
“Hold, Friend!”
MANTINGAN immediately commemorates Gema, because he really did not find a lie in the bandit's speech. After all, the dozen bandits did indeed appear to have not been sent by anyone either. Who would send a bunch of skinny robbers to eat less?
“He did not lie,” said Mantingan continued.
The echoes snorted softly before loosening the pressure he exerted on the poor thief. However, the echo did not lift his leg from the person's chest.
“Why can you know this place?” Echoes back to asking sharply.
“One of the people from our group just accidentally saw a large group of merchants enter the path that leads to this forest, Mister!” answer the frightened thief is not the reed. “We've been waiting here for days, sir! Hope there is a merchant passing by so we can feed the family in the village!”
Gema Samudradvipa glanced at Mantingan as if asking for an opinion. Mantingan only silent, because it has not been thought about should be flanked the thief.
“Whatever your actions are not allowed!” The echo again pressed his feet.
“Argghh!” The person groaned in pain before spewing out a certain amount of fresh blood from his mouth. “We .... have no choice ... Signore. The wicked hero Man .. he is the real thief .. he has taken everything from us. We all ... must go to Suvarnabhumi .. avoid the law of beheading of the iron hand Punawarman.”
Echoes that do not seem to like to hear it are then the stronger stepped on the poor thief. A truly blue-eyed mantel of human feeling immediately acted. Even more so when he heard his name mentioned!
“Enough, Friend!” The mantle approached the Echo quickly. “She has admitted everything, what a very inappropriate deed!”
Samudradvipa's echo lifted his leg from the thief's chest. But unfortunately a thousand dear, the thief suffocated to death. Echoes seemed unconcerned, clearing his sword blade from the enemy's blood before sheathing it on his back.
“She deserves it.” Echoes say half care. “The work is still wrong and will forever remain wrong. If I don't kill him, then this robber will kill another innocent man in the future.”
The mantan only shook his head slowly while exhaling a long breath. In fact, he wanted to say that the fault does not lie in himself or in his name, but in his actions. Can man not go astray today and do glory the next day? However, while there is still time, humans always have the opportunity to change habits that will have an impact on changing fate. However, Mantingan felt that advising Echoes was not the best path. However, the man with the great sword on his back was still in a state of anger, which could really attack him if he was offended by the slightest thing.
Echoes correct the caping position on his head before stepping foot. “We must leave this place as soon as possible. It is not impossible that news of this path has spread widely. I'm not sure I'll be able to deal with the swordsman rogues. Moreover, we must find ulin wood before the sun sinks.”
Mantingan again walked on the path without giving a reply again. For him, this time Gema had spoken the truth.
***
ulin TREE can be said to be quite difficult to find. However, it is fortunate that Gema Samudradvipa knows the places where miners usually cut down the tree.
With a trunk that is round, towering, and does not have too many branches, it is not too difficult to distinguish ulin trees from other trees.
“We are lucky, this is ulin chalk,” Echoes said as he patted a large tree trunk in front of him. “Lin lime is the only type of ulin that is easy to cut and engrave, but not very good for building poles. Dude, you want to make this ulin wood into what?”
Mantingan was looking up to look at the top of the ulin tree immediately replied, “I want to make a kind of craft in the form of a wooden golek that if I can sell and the money I use to buy food.”
The mantan nodded his head a sign of understanding. “You're being careful up there, man. If you need my help, don't hesitate.”
The echo smiled widely. “I won't hesitate if so!”
The Echoes hugged the tree trunk before it began to climb upwards without using any inner force at all, while the Mantingan retreated a few steps while the tail of his eyes continued to follow the Echoes' movements.
“This is how it feels to be a layman again?” The mantel muttered very very slowly, which was so slow that it could hardly be heard by his own ears.
At this time, Mantingan really felt back to being a layman who always thought that the world of shortness was just a mere fairy tale that could not possibly be real.
When he fought against a dozen underfed rogues earlier, he really did not expend any energy in the slightest. His fighting style was made in such a way that it did not look like an expert playing the sword. It's like it's helpless.
When traveling in search of ulin wood, he did not flicker goods even a blink of an eye. So that it can be felt again the sense of walking on the ground. It is quite tiring without energy in or science to relieve the body, but the high fantasy that Mantingan apply during walking makes everything feel happy.
In retrospect, Mantingan felt astonished at the lay people who had known the martial world and then wanted to enter it. Doesn't anyone in the martial world know, even a small minority of lay people have known, that the martial world is not a way that can be happy but rather miserable?
How lonely the path every warrior takes. How death is milling about, how many are like a bunch of dry leaves blown by the storm from a lush tree. There are no eternal friends, for virginity almost always leads to the challenge of demanding death. How awake, walking, eating, bathing, sitting, sleeping should not be without vigilance, because attacks can come at any time without ever being expected. How love will always end in the misery of body and soul.
After all, what was the reason people were still willing to join the martial world?
“AWAS!”
As soon as there was a cry from above, accompanied by the sound of the whirring of the wind, the Rebellious Mantin jumped backwards!
A large piece of wood fell down exactly a few feet from the tip of his foot. It's too far into the ground!
Mantingan. How death almost devoured it!
He is completely unawareness, because it is so late in contemplation about the martial world that always demands vigilance if not wretched!
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