The Musafir
Theft of the Book and the Sword of Mantingan
The mantel handed him a piece of black cloth. Looks like a piece of tear, because the shape can not be neatly said. The middle-aged man received the cloth while nodding slowly. He fumbled things for a moment. Nodding your head once more.
“Hazard Frogs hold high, let the servant of perahaya say what I saw from this tear of cloth.” The middle-aged man faced the line of village elders while saying loudly but respectfully. “Based on the rough surface, its weight, color, material, and even its aroma, can I conclude that this object is a silk cloth from the Land of the Roof of Heaven.”
At that instant, the sound of the wind whirred the air!
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MANTINGAN moves agilely as quickly as possible. Exceeds the speed of lightning. So in a time that did not even allow the eyes to be able to blink, the wooden arm of the Mantingan had arrived behind the middle-aged merchant's head. In the palm of his hand, there was a knife whose blade had become so blackened by the deadly poison liquid!
The mantel turned to Chitra Anggini. Stomping hard, “Protect tips!”
Chitra Anggini immediately flashed from his stool. Now stand firmly in front of the line of village leaders. Luckily the girl flashed in time. Sheets of dozens of leaves shot out from inside his coffers, fending off all the flying knives that each targeted the village elders.
The incident took place very quickly, which because it was too fast that made the eyes of ordinary people could not see it. But as Suvarnabhumi lay people who have been so familiar and close to the martial well, they clearly know the meaning of the greatness made by Mantingan and Chitra Anggini. They also knew why dozens of black-bladed knives could be slammed on the floor of the hall. They found out why Chitra Anggini had disappeared from his bench, and knew that he had appeared before the village elders with sturdy horses mounted.
There has been an attack!
All the villagers who crowded around the hall immediately scattered themselves in all directions. Run as fast and as far away from the place as possible. Raise both arms to protect the head. Clenching the jaw tightly so as not to let out a shouting sound.
Mantings flashed to where Chitra Anggini stood, taking with him the middle-aged merchant who was also the target of the attackers.
“Father take refuge behind Datuk-Datuk. Also in case. If you see greatness, as fast and as soggy as anything, report immediately.”
The middle-aged man was still able to act calm despite the circumstances that had been so threatening. He spoke deeply while thanking Mantingan, before finally carrying out what the young man had asked for.
Now Mantingan and Chitra Anggini have pitted each other's backs. The leaves are milling around them, in the control of Chitra Anggini's magic. The two watched around with misgivings. The eyeballs move very fast. When seen, it is not clear between the black and white of their eyes.
“Are they a group of traders from the Land of the Roof of Heaven in the inn?” Chitra Anggini asked, half whispering.
“We still can't be sure,” replied Mantingan.
“Then we must make sure of it immediately. You go to the inn, also take your sword, let me protect the village elders this irritating.”
“Are you sure you can still defend if they all attack together?”
Chitra Anggini nodded his head. “From the exchange of attacks earlier, I became aware of the limits of their strength. Still at a level I can deal with. Go, I'll be fine here.”
“Please promise to stay alive, Chitra.”
“I promise.”
Mantingan jerked his legs. Now he had flashed fast, unable to truly be as fast as lightning, though still able to arrive at the inn in the blink of an eye.
Flashes of metal reflected by sunlight rushed towards him. There was no sound of wind rushing through the air, for the metals were moving so fast, so fast that they beat the speed of sound many times over.
The mantle still streaked through the air. Unable to change direction of movement. So sent the Blood Wind Sites to each of those metal flashes, making them turn towards their owners at double speed!
There is no question what happened next to the attackers, of course, sprawled with a knife stuck in each of their heads!
Mantingan went into his rented room. Intended to take a pair of swords; Savrinadeya and Kiai Kedai. However, some real enemy warriors had also been keeping watch inside that room with a pair of long daggers in both of their hands. Clashes are inevitable.
The mantle took off dozens of Blood Wind Palms. Barrage. Everything hit its target in a landslide. No one misses an object. Blood spurted into the air, before as many as six lifeless bodies lay on the wooden floor.
The mantle approached them. Shakes slowly. The six warriors were women, all of whom had a pretty and sweet look. Peaceful and pleasant faces, unfortunately not as pleasant as his actions, so forced to kill the six of them before they even had time to attack.
Now Mantingan spread a look throughout the room. It looks like a mess. His room was like being searched. Fill in the scattered bundles. Mattress's upside-down. Open cupboards.
Cannot see the Sword of Savrinadeya or the Sword of Kiai Kedai. Even now it was realized how the books in the bundle had disappeared!
The mantle does not allow itself to be petrified for too long. His breath was a long dagger belonging to the opponent he had just defeated. Flashing out through the window.
This time, his ability to read the omens was completely reliable. Anyone who had stolen a pair of swords and their books must have left this village far away. And it would be extremely difficult to find his trail if the thief was a high-powered swordsman!
Mantingan perched on the roof of the inn. Closing eyes. Sharpen reasoning at the expense of all five senses. I hope no one attacks him at times like this!
The wind is beating slowly. Eastwards. The mantle scrunched his forehead. Out of the ordinary. Isn't it in the rainy season like this, the wind is supposed to go west?
Mantingan opened his eyes before flashed as quickly as he could towards the east. With all the worries that were getting more urgent, the Mantingan moved as fast as lightning. Once the legs jerk, two-three hills are exceeded.
Pesawahan Village had been far behind his back. Now the young man moved between green valleys, steep slopes, flying seagulls, and tall tree shoots.
There was always a black notch in the distance, moving at five times the speed of sound. Suppose Mantingan eyes are not the eyes of a swordsman who is always trained to follow a fast movement, of course, a small speck of black color that was darting at a rate many times the speed of sound could never be seen!
In terms of speed fights this time, Mantingan came out as the winner. His enemy was only able to move as fast as five times the speed of sound, whereas he was able to shoot at the speed of lightning!
“Stop!” The mantle shouted loudly. Putting out enough energy in to weather the roar of the wind.
The warrior only looked at him for a moment. Then keep darting. Not one bit less speed.
Without further ado, Mantingan directly stabbed the swordsman who originally only appeared as the dot. Blood again splashed in the air. The warrior's lunglai body fell, while his life actually flew out of nowhere. Bumped several tree trunks to break them, before finally stopping perfectly after getting caught between the branches of a large tree.
Quick mantle stop the pace. Alighted on one of the tree branches close to the corpse of his opponent.
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