The Musafir

The Vortex of Millions of Leaves

The dance will begin soon. Fifty dancers lined up on the sidelines, taking only one step for them to step into the dance rink. One of them was Chitra Anggini, whose beauty seemed to have matched other dancers around him. However, Kartika is not seen in the line. Just watching from a distance while crossing.

Mantings really do not know what kind of dance they will play. Could it be that the Fallen Leaf Dance whose words held that high martial arts knowledge? Or is the other dance not very valuable?

The mantle is waiting.

In the distance there, Chitra Anggini can be seen looking around. Presumably looking for the whereabouts of Mantingan. The young man should look striking with his all-white clothes. Not realizing that Mantingan was sitting on a tree among the dense trees, it was a little disguising its existence.

The mantan sent a whisper of wind, which also shot as fast as the wind, until it reached the ears of Chitra Anggini. The woman turned her head, instantly being able to find her whereabouts easily and quickly. Mantingan returned his gaze with a wave of his hand.

Chitra Anggini seemed to open his mouth several times, but Mantingan was unable to understand its meaning. Although it was very easy for him to understand the sentence that Chitra Anggini wanted to say using the ability to read omens, but Mantingan was not at all tasteful to use it.

The young man then took a deep breath. If Chitra Anggini is a Northern River Angel, then they can talk without opening their mouth. Not with the science of whispering the succumbs. Not with a passcode language. Except with the eyes. Enough to meet each other, then the conversation throughout anything can occur without causing the slightest sound of goods.

Talking through the eyes is certainly not a science of silat. Anyone can do it, but it's not easy to do it.

The only thing that is needed to hold a conversation through the eyes is the closeness of the relationship. Indeed, no matter how well one masters the science of interpreting one's eye view, still will not be able to hold a conversation in face to eye without having a close relationship with the person to be spoken to.

While between Mantingan and the North River Angel can be said to have a much closer relationship than close. Conversing through the eyes was not at all difficult for them.

Although Mantingan and the North River Angel almost never went through a fight between life and death together, but all sorts of dramas that were so blue they had gone through together. Drama that is not necessarily felt by the swordsman. How much that has made their relationship much tighter than close. Defeat the relationship of a pair of warriors who have gone through many life-and-death battles together.

“Do not now.” The mantan muttered to himself as it flashed the face of the Northern River Angel looking at him lovingly. Now he realized, the whole gaze of the North River Angel to him was a gaze of sincere love, which unfortunately was not well avenged.

Now regret was useless, so Mantingan did not want to cry anymore.

A warrior is not forbidden to cry. Anyone can cry. But a warrior is strictly forbidden to drag on in sorrow or pleasure.

Kiai Guru Kedai once said:

“Everything that is excessive is not good. You may be tired of hearing that phrase, but that's the truth. If you are happy, do not overdo it; if you are sad, do not overdo it. Happy and sad will come and change. Like the wind, these two things may only rotate slowly, but they may also blow very hard. If you cannot hold fast to the measure of balance, then you will be blown away by the wind, taken away somewhere.”

However, on the other hand Mantingan also know that romance always has a protracted affair, especially the business of heartbreak. Contrary to the nature of the martial world that always gets things done quickly without protracted.

Then it is true that the invincible Sky Stakeholders in the matter of battle can only be defeated in the affairs of love.

Fifty dancers began to enter the dance arena. Stepping dips. Then walk to the middle of the field. The bracelets on their feet rattled, accompanying the steps.

Mantingan corrects the shape of the seat, when only the tree he was riding was moving. He stayed silent for a while and looked around. In fact, the trees around him also waved like a strong wind.

No wind, no earthquake, so what makes these trees move in such a way?

Manten. Of course he did not think about the subtle creatures that sometimes often hide behind trees. All he thought about now was the danger, which came from the magic-controlling warriors. Quick mantle takes a swing.

But just before he flashed, an oddity happened again. His movement must be arrested.

The leaves on the trees were miraculously uprooted from the stalk. It is not to make the tree become bald, but the amount is quite a lot because the leaves come also from the direction of the forest.

The leaves flew towards the dancing rink, precisely towards the fifty dancers who had lined up there. Whirls through the air at a distance of five fathoms from the ground. The whirlwind is moving them. All the pairs of eyes that were there looked at the swirl of leaves in astonishment.

Including the Mantingan. Gawked. I could hardly believe what he saw. His lips twitched, like he was about to say something. Surely the sentence is full of amazement!

The leaf swirl is growing. Only one or two leaves are taken from each tree, but with a very large number of trees. In the forest, there were no more number of trees. So the number of leaves in the vortex can not be estimated. Hundreds, or thousands, or even millions. No one knows it.

The mantan remains in place even with the body frozen. His eyes continued to look towards the millions of leaves that kept spinning in the air. His mouth is perfectly open. Amazed.

But the sound of the canang broke the admiration of the entire audience. Next came the voice of the woman chanting the welcoming sentence.

“Honored audience, take a good look at what we will present to all of you: Fall Leaf Dance!”

The perfect coat freezes. Breath restrained. Even his heart stopped for a moment.

Didn't the Fallen Leaf Dance that he had witnessed in the middle of the wilderness when faced with the Bloody Kelewer Swordsman not look like this at all? There was not a large cluster of leaves twisting in the air. No amazement from the audience. It's just that the dance is indeed similar to the swordplay game, but it will not be able to make every pair of eyes that see it become amazed.

The fifty dancers began cupping their palms above their heads. Then mutter, “Om.” Justjust wonderful. It was the word that was considered the holiest above all words!