The Musafir

The Unnamed Story of the Unnamed Woman

“But his determination is so strong, so very strong. Despite being betrayed to such an extent that all his resources have been seized without rest, Gema still struggles to complete his promise. Back he was raising money, but not by gathering people.

“Gema moves itself. Kill every thief he can find. Unfortunately, his lunge actually made him look worse than the rogues. He spread fear everywhere, because he never asked for an explanation before attacking, so sometimes the people he killed were completely innocent. Like a ghost, he attacked always with his broad caping, so that his face was never not covered in black shadows, with a large sword on his back that he always carried everywhere, he really looked like a life-taking god. For this reason he got the name of the Straw-Medged Caping.”

***

MANTINGAN looked at the bonfire before letting out a long sigh. Thought he had killed Gema Samudradvipa, and it was possible that this action would make the thieves in Pasemah and Bones Onion more rampant.

“Children's action by ending their history is not a mistake. He who attacks the Son first, the Son is entitled to defend himself. After all, isn't that how warriors get their perfection?” said Tapa Balian as if knowing the meaning of Mantingan eye rays.

The mantang nodded his head. “But what about the rogues who might become uncontrollable after the death of Echoes, Mr Balian?”

To that question, Tapa Balian smiled sadly without knowing what to answer. He could only feed the White On his back with nuts.

***

THAT MORNING. The wind is still rolling. It has become stronger than in previous days. Signs of the transition season are increasingly visible with strong winds. It is also a sign that the east wind will soon change to the west wind.

Mantingan looked at the gloomy-looking sky. With a mega-mega of gray in the sky, the morning cannot be said to be bright. It seems like the rain is coming soon, after all this time. The young man took a deep breath, knowing how late it was for him to go to Champa and cancel the marriage of the Angel of the North River.

Indeed there is such a thought that arises sometime in his samadhan. An idea that can be said to be quite naughty. Mantingan could have done it, but he knew how best he would not have done it.

Again Mantingan took a deep breath, and then muttered little, “He would never be happy if he was with me.”

I don't know who the words were for. For himself, or for the White One sitting on his shoulder?

One or two drops of water began to slide from the sky. Falling down, hitting the ground, creating a distinctive fragrant smell. More and more drops of water fell, marking how the rain had begun.

The mantan remained still in place even though his body began to get wet by the increasingly hard rain. Still he looked at the gray sky, which was now beginning to be decorated by flashes of lightning. Slowly the young man raised a smile. At first only a thin smile, until gradually formed a wide smile.

“This feeling ...” Mantingan muttered again, but now very very haru. “Really long time no.”

***

Of course the Mantan became more eager to train his sword skills after he learned that the Savrinadeya Sword was an heirloom weapon. It was known from Tapa Balian when Mantingan told him about his strange sword last night.

“This .. hard to believe. Your sword is a mestika weapon,” said the old grandfather was flabbergasted after grasping the Savrinadeya Sword. “This sword blade is not made of metal material, but rather from mestika. The handle was not made of just any wood, although that seemed completely contrary to reality. It was as if this sword had not been forged well, but it was actually forged with all the soul in the hands of a forging far more skilled than myself. Who would have given you this magic sword, Son of Mantingan?”

Mantingan unhesitatingly recounts that the sword was obtained from the Unnamed Woman before the girl decided to end her own life. However, Mantingan did not tell that the Unnamed Woman had imitated the appearance of Rara for the success of her group's plan, who then decided to betray because he could not stand all the pretenses he did.

“Unnamed Woman ...” Tapa Balian mangut. “Siang earlier, I heard Gema Samudradvipa mention that name several times, but I don't know the meaning.”

Tapa Balian then explained, the reason why the Savrinadeya Sword which initially had absolutely no sharpness was most likely caused by the lack of life and death relationship between the Mantingan and the sword. And when the Mantingan used it to fight with the Echoes, which was how much the fight had become a fight between life and death, then the Sword of Savrinadeya showed his true identity.

“This happens quite often—if you do not want to say it rarely occurs—on heirloom weapons, but until now still not found the exact cause. Strange, but real!” That's how Tapa Balian put it.

In studying the Science of Savrinadeya, Mantingan did not really have to open the Book of Savrinadeya, because however he had memorized the contents of the book out of his head. Of course, this can naturally happen after he reread the Savrinadeya Book up to hundreds of times. So in his practice, Mantingan only need to move and move according to the guidance in his mind, without the need to read the book back and forth before returning to continue the movement. Of course it gives a big advantage to Mantingan in the form of trimming practice time.

After he finished practicing with the sword, Mantingan spent the rest of his time reading the books recorded by the Unnamed Woman. The books contain the history of the journey of the young woman who is famous for being lost.

Of course, by learning the life story of other warriors who are much stronger than him, able to give an extraordinary lesson to Mantingan. Not to mention, the Unnamed Woman also studied the Book of the Lotus to apply all knowledge in it to martial arts. The path is almost the same as Mantingan.

In the book he named the Unnamed Story, it is written how the Unnamed Woman had a very bad youth, so that he was encouraged to climb the path of penjilatan even though it was always full of blood and fight:

I have been harassed, but no one has defended me. Should I tell you about how I was being harassed? It is presumably unnecessary, for I feel that I should not reveal the bad memory in writing; and though I tell it, can my honor which has been forcibly usurped be returned to me?

To my family, I am a disgusting and shameful disgrace. I don't know why they can think of me that way, because I feel that it is you who is the oppressed side. Of course I have told them how weak I am I cannot give any meaningful resistance.

But after all, those who were weak were the ones who were eliminated. I was kicked out of my house, my own mother did that. Worse, I was driven out of the village because it was considered to bring bad in the future.

For weeks I walked in no direction. I am very weak, unable to do anything, unable to even determine my own fate. I was again harassed, even though this time it was of my own free will. I need money, I need food. But until when do I continue to endure that saddest fate?

All I thought at that time was to become strong, and there was no other purpose than to become strong. So that was how I entered into the martial world, with the sole purpose of being strong. Strong, strong, strong, that's what I need when no one wants to protect me.