The Musafir

Treacheries

Mantingan knew that what Sena said was not really, just a typical joke of seasoned warriors.

“Great again,” said Randu, “able to bring this jackfruit in the crucial moments.”

“Dan was able to brainwash Nyai to want with her that ugly.”

The mantle loosened his smile, frowning his forehead. Obviously that word is not a proper word for a joke. They're not kidding.

“No need naive, Matingan. We don't like your existence with Nyai Dara.”

Mantingan asked, “Why?”

“Obviously you know, Nyai is a famous person. Her beauty is unmatched. All the guys, including us, always want to get it. You are our barrier."

The mantan was silent for a moment, then smiled. “For what exactly are you guys working on him?”

“Sure you know.”

The wide smiling coat. “So, Nyai Dara is currently in danger, huh?”

Sena also smiled widely. “You can join us, we will not make you an enemy.”

“What makes you think this plan of yours can work?” Mantingan asked, still with a flared smile.

“Look at the heart of this jungle. There will be no help coming for Dara.” Sena laughs. “If you want to help him, I suggest you think about it again. We are not afraid of you at all. You're alone, and we're seven here. Can what you do?"

“What if it turns out I have prepared a trap for you?” The mantle lied a little.

Sena laughed wide. “Mantingan, don't take our words seriously. We just joked.”

The mantle features a sigh of relief. “You really scared me.”

Sena laughed once before continuing to devour the jackfruit. So it is with the others. The numbers ran out quickly. Mantingan only took two jackfruit seeds, after the chat earlier, he did not take any jackfruit at all.

The mantle concentrates the inner energy on its arms to dry the sap. I don't know what that means.

Until I heard footsteps. Both the Mantingan and the swordsman in front of him turned to the origin of the voice. Dara's self began to be seen, walking closer to the camp. He looks better. His face was no longer like a boiled crab, now even sparkling with pleasure.

“Mantingan, your remedy works once!” said Dara after getting close enough to Mantingan.

Mantingan clearly felt a tense atmosphere. At first he felt a murderous lust coming from every Dara's servant. Now the Mantingan count their numbers. There were seven people in total, with a slight level of shortness below it.

The mantingan began to make calculations for the sake of calculations. He clearly knew that their words were not for jokes. They really mean to say that. And now Mantingan also felt the lust of the killer coming from the seven people.

Their intentions were very bad for Dara. Dara had paid them to protect her, not attack her. Moreover, they clearly had no intention of directly killing Dara.

If the swordsman attacked Dara simultaneously, then it was clear Dara would not be able to fight back at all. Lose by a landslide without being hurt.

If they still maintained the shortness value, the Mantingan would challenge them forward one by one. But the possibility is very small. A desperate warrior will do anything, even if it violates the laws of shortness.

Counting Mantingan must stop here. One of the warriors made a sudden move. The mantan grabbed the sword that was behind it, moving as fast as lightning before Dara.

His movements that were too fast surprised Dara, because suddenly Mantingan was already in front of him. As surprised as the swordsman had made a move, he immediately stopped his movement.

Too late if they want to pretend. The warrior had already shown his desire to move towards Dara. He stopped because he was not stupid, facing directly with the Mantingan alone would get him killed. Now the swordsman stared furiously at Sena, who seemed to be the leader of the plot. He is tricked into deliberately facing the Mantingan first so that the original strength of the Mantingan can be measured.

Dara can guess what happened. He looked at them with a look of disbelief.

Sena was still cross-legged while crossing her arms. Then he muttered, “Because, you already know the truth here. I only want you to surrender, so that I may be able to free you from murder.”

Dara snarls back. “Bangs*t! Traitors don't seem to deserve life! Let me kill you!!!”

Mantingan held Dara and shook her head slowly. “Do not act rashly. They are not your opponents.”

“Mantingan! Don't be your hero!” Sena said in a high tone. “Go from here, surely you can still see the sun tomorrow!”

“Better I don't see the sun at any time, rather than staring at the ground full of cowardice!”

“Oh, fine if that is your choice.” Sena chuckled softly. Slowly he got up from his seat. “I'm sorry for having to attack you all together, but we have no choice.”

Apparently true. They do not respect the law of shortness. Has ripped the essence of shortness. They have also violated the value of Truth, while the Truth is from Gusti who created them! Mantingan had no reason not to kill them immediately. Kill, or be killed, or,

The mantle touched the handle of his sword. He has not withdrawn if the enemy is not really dangerous. Because when the sword is drawn, it is the same as the sentence of killing spoken, while the sentence should not be drawn back.

The eyes of the Sharp Mantingan stared at the seven traitors. On the one hand he has to protect himself, on the other he has to protect Dara. In short, Dara could not be too far away from him.

“If you are a swordsman, compete one person against one person. I don't agree with this braking.”

“Agree disagree, we will keep attacking.” Sena grinned in horror, before her body shot out quickly.

The mantan can see clearly in which direction Sena is darting. Sena moved as fast as lightning circled the Mantingan, aiming for Dara who was behind him. Six other warriors moved to attack on the face of Mantingan.

If only Sena had attacked, Mantingan could have dealt with it quite easily. But besides Sena who was about to attack him from behind, there were six other warriors including Randu who attacked from the front.

What should the Mantingan do?

In training, he often receives this kind of pressing state. But this was not a practice, Mantingan was clearly not used to it!

The seven warriors were getting closer. The mantle did not have much time to think. Leka he turned to face Dara, hugged her and stomped his legs firmly. This is actually not a good way to dodge, because the enemy can easily attack back together upwards.

Sure enough, the seven warriors jolted at his feet as strongly as the Mantingan, unsheathing his dagger upwards. Mantingan still hugged Dara, and now he thought quickly to see what else he could do.