The Musafir

A Tight Time

Apparently, the magic that plagued them all was curse magic. Mantingan knew a little about magic from the books he read in the Thousand Drops of Water. As the name suggests, curse magic comes from the lucky spells that are recited. The magic is quite terrible, because it usually does not have a single antidote spell. To be able to control curse magic can not be done carelessly, because it only takes a little mistake to be able to make a spellcaster exposed to the curse of his own magic.

In addition, of course there are still many things that Mantan knows about curse magic. However, Mantingan would not remember it for now. He must be fully alert to Kartika. Early last night, Chitra Anggini signaled that this puppet dance troupe had participated in hunting the existence of Hero Man, who was none other than himself.

As if seeing a hint of vigilance in the eyes of Mantingan, Kartika again said, “We have indeed been looking for you for a long time, Hero Man. Of course you know that as an underground society, we rarely hunt people without the intention of killing them.”

“If so, do not you need to ask for my help even further.” The mantel changed the look on his face. “If you want to settle the matter now, then I am willing.”

“I changed my mind.” Kartika smiled. His face suddenly turned pale. “Kutahu that even if I was with all my men attacking, we would never be able to defeat you without a great loss. After all, Hero Man, I need your help now .. The poison from the Bloody Moleum Swordsman has spread throughout my body.”

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“Are you going to save our sister?”

Mantingan threw a non-dressing gaze at the woman who asked that. Upon seeing that gaze, the crowd immediately moved away from Mantingan and Kartika; except for Chitra Anggini who actually came forward to him. Mantingan immediately took a cross-legged position beside Kartika.

“Chitra, you channel as much inner energy as possible into my back.” The mantingan gave orders.

Chitra Anggini nodded his head without asking much. The girl sat right behind the Mantingan. But when Chitra Anggini touched both palms to the back of Mantingan, the young man actually held it.

“Do not first.” That's how it says.

Mantingan glanced around before shaking slowly. Right after that, he moved quickly to undress her. How it made the perfect muscles of his body appear clearly before the hundreds of women who were watching him.

At a glance, there was a glimmer of admiration in the eyes of the women. But after remembering the situation of Kartika who was on the verge of death, their admiration could not last too long.

Mantang cleared a single time. “Down Leaf Swordsman, I have received a little teaching on how to clean large amounts of body waste in the shortest time possible by using pranic energy. But that way, my palm should be right above your heart ...”

Surely Mantingan get the teaching of the North River Angel when they are in the Wind Bell Village and White Wind College. At that time, Mantingan asked the North River Angel to teach him everything about pranic energy which in fact can be very useful in precarious circumstances.

To him, Bidadari Sungai Utara said, “The heart is an organ that pumps blood throughout the body. That's where the blood downstream-scabby. Therefore, cleaning body waste is better done right above the heart.”

At that moment, Mantingan was completely unsuspecting. He thought that the science of cleaning by using pranic energy would never be used to others. And even if used to people other than himself, the mind of Mantingan only leads to men. It is fitting that the North River Angel looked at him with an odd view, which of course could not Mantingan understand his meaning.

In the martial world, gender has almost no influence at all. Every swordsman is required to be manly, no matter whether the swordsman is male or female. Manly attitude is certainly in the sense of brave, valiant, mighty, strong, and honorable. Compared to the attitude of the meek and affectionate female, it is very unsuitable to be in a martial world that is always filled with fights for dangerous fights.

However, there is no denying Mantingan that Kartika can still maintain his female attitude despite living life as a warrior of the underground martial world. From the woman, Mantingan felt a very thick motherly air. Seeing Kartika, Mantingan like seeing his mother back. How now he feels longing for his hometown far east of Javadvipa there.

So Mantingan immediately put his palms on Kartika's chest. His eyes were round like his determination. Mantingan had absolutely no strange thoughts. He has considered Kartika as the embodiment of the figure of his mother. So when he held Kartika's chest, he only felt that he had returned to the arms of a mother, who was full of warmth and love beyond measure.

Slowly, Mantingan drained his prana energy into the body of Kartika. The pranic energy then circulates in the heart of Kartika, before eventually spreading throughout the body by following the blood flow. At once, Mantingan could feel the liquid poison had fused with Kartika's blood, which then spread throughout the woman's body.

“Hopefully it hasn't reached his head.” Manten muttered softly, “Chitra, drain your inner energy now.”

Two fine palms were attached to the back of Mantingan by carrying a large amount of energy. Mantingan closed his eyes for a moment before starting the withdrawal of poison from Kartika's body.

That is how Mantingan remembered what he learned from the North River Angel when demonstrating the procedure for cleaning feces from the body:

“When the whole prana has spread into the body, then tie up all the dirt. It will be very easy to pull it into your hands, but you must be careful because no matter how much dirt it will get into your palms. If you are not careful to make a mistake, then all the dirt in your palm will enter the body. The result can be a certain disease.”

If the North River Angel demonstrates the movement of pulling dirt from within a person's body, what if what is drawn is poison like what Mantingan is facing right now? For that, the North River Angel did not say much because Mantingan did not ask.

The girl whose beauty is like no two just said, “Don't play with poison.”

The poison in Kartika's body slowly lifted, moving into the palm of Mantingan's hand which now looks blackened. The mantan borrows the inner energy supplied by Chitra Anggini to keep the poison from entering his body.

Kartika grimaced with the pain, making some of the puppet players who saw her could not bear to move closer. However, to them Mantingan gave a sharp look. Their footsteps stopped instantly because they did not want something bad to happen to Kartika just because of their rash actions.

The mantle was not without cause when it gave a sharp look at them. He could imagine how the women would cry bitterly beside Kartika's body that was boiling helplessly. Of course such a thing would interfere with the concentration of his mind, which could lead to a failure in the withdrawal of poison. It will endanger Mantingan as well as Kartika.

Time seems to slow down. Each eye seemed to last a year. Very stressful. The two Mantingan palms were increasingly blackened, even the blackness of them had defeated the blackness of the night sky.

Chitra Anggini can see it, then increase the amount of energy in the flow to the back of Mantingan through the palm of his hand. Now the face of the beautiful young woman was wet with sweat, as was her body. However, he did not appear tired at all. His eyes were shining with great determination. Obviously the woman did not want anything bad to happen to Mantingan or Kartika. The two men were extremely precious in their lives, and now they are both in danger; together they are going through a stressful time!