The Musafir

The Morning Atmosphere of White Wind College

As usual, Mantingan woke up before the sun actually rose. This time the Mantingan woke up with quite a high spirit. He realized, sooner or later will learn silat. Something he never dreamed of. And look now, the story of the warriors is not nonsense, Mantingan see for himself how the college places kempu swordsman. White Wind School is like a fairy tale, but it's real.

Mantingan then remembered the sword Dara had given him. Actually it was not a given sword, but a sword obtained. Although accidentally and out of will, Mantingan still get the sword. Now Mantingan sat down on the side of his bed and examined the sword which he had not yet examined.

The sword is not a cheap sword. Can be seen from its own handle, which although made of wood, but strong equaled metal. The scabbard of the sword was also made of wood, the color was black, matching the color of the handle.

Slowly the mantel pulled the sword hilt. Pull out blades. In awe of that sword blade mantle. How the blade is a shining silver-black color. It was also pliable enough, to be able to meander around like a snake.

Mantingan raised the sword upwards and stylized as his reflection of the swordsman, Mantingan raised his lips in a smile before sheathing his sword back.

A sword like this is not sure how much it costs. But Mantingan knew, it was quite expensive for a person of Dara's class. Seeing from the materials still did not make Mantingan able to estimate the price of the sword. Is it even possible that Dara did not buy this sword but forged it himself? If so, then the calculation sought is not the price, but the calculation of its value.

Ever Mantingan got a story in his village first, this is a fairy tale about the greatness of warriors who fight jumping on the roof of the house, and this is also a fairy tale that Mantingan listened to when he was very young, he said, or you could say at that time Mantingan was still a child. An old man who told that, he was a traveling storyteller who peddled the art of storytelling to earn money. The story contains one of the warriors who is said to guard the port, he quarreled with pirates who want to seize merchandise at the port. The swordsman had a snake-like swerving sword, so pliable, that the pirate wearing only a short dagger could be defeated so severely.

If indeed the story is real, then this sword is a superior sword. Can this sword really soar like a snake? Defeat the enemy as easily as in the story? The mantan will try this sword later, and prove it.

All he had to do now was clean up before he was picked up. The back is the bathroom. So take a mantingan there whose water is so refreshing to the body and mind, then Mantingan changed clothes with Birawa more decent clothes, while the clothes were dried after washing.

Mantingan also made food, because time still seems to be a lot left. The food he made this time was not too extraordinary, as Mantingan usually only ate cookies, but this time he poured a little water so as not to be too hard for breakfast. Eat slowly and enjoy it.

The sun rises in the eastern horizon, the sky rises.

Coinciding with the completion of the breakfast mantle, there was the sound of the door being knocked. Mantingan opened the door, immediately seeing who was the one who knocked on the door. That man was one of the five warriors last night. Still wearing a funny mask, the swordsman said to Mantingan.

“Good morning, you can follow me now.”

Mantian nodded. The masked warrior then turned and walked. While following the swordsman, Mantingan also saw quite busy activities in the morning like this. Some of the students brought change of clothes and toiletries, others drew water in the well of the bath. The students who passed by near Mantingan, be it children or teenagers, smiled kindly at Mantingan. As if they say hello “welcome!” or “good morning!”.

The swordsman continued to lead Mantingan towards the tallest building in the White Wind College, without saying much he continued walking.

Undoubtedly, this warrior was a special warrior who was indeed natural if his attitude was unfriendly.

While walking that Mantingan was also thinking about special warriors, what made them behave so unfriendly? Have they been trained to continue to behave like that or because of the experience that has made them behave like that? Special soldiers were usually given heavy tasks, which was not impossible that the task was to kill so many people. A lot of killing will make people feel guilty, and if passed on will have a big effect on their psyche.

Now Mantingan looked at the warrior with a question mark. What tasks have he been through? How many murders has he committed?

The mantel shook slowly, whatever the swordsman had done was none of his business.

White Wind College was not only inhabited by male students, many female students who also did activities this morning. But for these female disciples there seemed to be an invisible barrier, which separated the male and female disciples. Also the placement of these female students is in the middle of college, while the male students are on the outskirts. If there is an attack, then the affected first are male students, while women in the middle will get the last turn.

When viewed from the color of the women's skin, then it is seen that they are often exercise.the color of their skin is brown signifies that they are often flushed with the hot sun. Perhaps the people's shadow of the women in the martial world was as beautiful as an angel, whose skin was white and eyes were flaring, his hands were weakly trembling, but could lift a sword and fight. In fact, such a thing is not natural.

The female disciples that Mantingan saw here also wore covered clothes. They covered his chest, even his stomach was covered. They don't wear short sleeves either. The clothes themselves are white.

The mantan nodded slowly, White Wind School has a rule that is not perverted. Who would have been prejudiced at this school? And Mantingan asked again in his mind, who has made false news on the White Wind College?

Of course Mantingan will write about the actual White Wind College, after he gets the power to write down Rara's death. People need to know what the real White Wind College is, a college that differs far from what they have understood all along.

Although the eyes of the Mantingan continue to explore, but the legs of the Mantingan continue to walk. Until without realizing it, he had arrived in front of the tall building.

The swordsman in front of him continued to escort the Mantingan into the wide entrance. This building seems to be a central building, where all the data collection affairs are located here. Mantingan sees the busyness as if there is nothing busier than here.