The Musafir

Ninth Murder

It will not be left to the mantainan. By moving backwards, the Mantings offset their running speed. Now in the eyes of Mantingan, everything seemed to be slowing down.

It bought eyes. Can't believe that he managed to break through at a speed exceeding that of lightning. If the five warriors were to move as fast as lightning, then the Mantang moved beyond the speed of lightning. Now Mantingan could see the movements of his opponents into slow movements, and he could move quickly to finish them off!

However, it was not as easy as Mantingan had imagined. When he reaches at a very fast motion, he must be able to balance and control his movements. Or in fact, something very bad will happen. If only the Mantin slipped and hit the ground, it would have shattered his body into pieces. In a speed exceeding lightning, banging yourself on the ground was an extremely deadly matter.

The coat must be careful. Very cautious. You must have good self-mastery.

Not fortunately, Mantingan did not learn the science of eye movement other than the Science of Eagle Eyes alone. The surrounding environment was seen as a hazy shadow, it was due to the Mantingan moving so fast. If only he mastered a higher science, then his mastery of the movement of the body and its environment will be better.

The mantingan moves once jerkily. Knocking his enemies one by one with the sound of a sword hitting the wind. In the attack of the Mantingan, the five warriors could still see how the Mantingan was so fast moving and breathing their necks one by one, but there was no power to resist or fend off even once.

The mantle emphasizes the inner energy on his legs. Seeking the best of science lightens the body. Then it landed sideways with a tree trunk as a foothold. While the five warriors lost their heads and control over their bodies, until their bodies were dragged or bounced on the ground before finally stopping perfectly. Their heads that had come off had bounced off, going nowhere.

The mantingan again put the sword sheath that had been held in his left hand. Before that, the Kiai Kedai Sword had been cleaned first on the tree trunk it was treading on. The mantle then jumped down. Sighing deeply, Mantingan actually did not like this.

Of course he remembered his promise to Kenanga. He will travel to bring peace. Will not use violence. But it was not just the violence he was wearing now, even the Mantingan had killed nine humans during his lifetime.

Maybe Kenanga will be very disappointed with him, but it is certain that Mantingan's parents will be very disappointed with Mantingan. In his village, killing people is considered the greatest sin, even in other villages like that.

Or maybe, ordinary people always consider murder as the greatest sin? The mantangan used to think that way too. It was the moment before he became a warrior. Now he has entered the world of peace. Murder is considered natural, even considered a necessity. Very different from the assumptions of ordinary people.

Kiai Guru Kedai often reminded Mantingan. If he entered the martial world, then he must be ready to be killed also kill. The world of shortness is full of blood. The road is always wet with blood. The mantan could be a swordsman at this time, but that was because he stepped on another warrior's area.

Dara approached Mantingan who looked down full of regret. His hand moved squeezing the shoulder of the Mantingan. Channeling strength. Although Dara himself still has not recovered his shock from the murder of Mantingan, but he still smiled. Even if what was seen was a sad smile, it still gave Mantingan strength.

“Mantingan, rest assured that what you are doing is defending the right. Such warriors if allowed to live will run rampant making chaos.” He said slowly, but with great emphasis.

Mantingan raised his gaze, seeing Dara also grieved over what had happened to him. Then he nodded. From the beginning he was convinced that what he did was to defend the truth. It was not impossible for the Mantingan to save the lives of others by killing the seven warriors. However, still the Mantingan was not used to killing. It kills seven lives at a time.

Dara said once more. “Let's set up pancaka for them. After all, their bodies are warriors' bodies."

The mantle nodded once more. As a swordsman who won the fight, the body of his opponent had become his responsibility. In short, the Mantingan must burn the bodies so that they are perfect as warriors.

The seven pancakas were burned at the same time as the seven bodies on it. Mantingan stared at the fiery nanar of the seven sources. Dara stood beside him, watching the seven burning pancakas.

“Within, I'll take you all the way to town.” Mantingan said without taking his eyes off the pancaka fire.

“Can I be here one night only?” Dara turned to Mantingan, looking at him hopefully. “I can't stand the questions of my guard head.”

The coat nodded slowly a few times and smiled warmly. “Of course. You can rest in my tent.”

“Then you were alone?”

Smiling coat. “I don't want to sleep, sit in front of the campfire while drinking tea, it's pretty good.”

Dara doesn't know what to answer. Because actually, he was not at all afraid of facing the head of the guard who was in charge of guarding him. He even wanted to immediately meet the head guard and tell him what happened, so that he would be more careful to choose a guard for him. But, it's here for Mantingan. Ensure the condition of the mantingan is safe. It was not done without sacrifice. Dara must be willing to miss the auction event later tonight, which should be brought by her.

It's still day. The long battle that happened earlier was actually not a long fight, because the fight was carried out with an invisible speed. Invisible here means that the movement is too fast to be seen clearly. For Mantingan, it was still a long fight, he himself experienced it.

“I owe you a lot,” Dara said later.

“I owe more.” The mantel raised his sword to chest level. “Without this sword, maybe I won't win the fight.”

Dara laughed a little. “Yes, you owe me a night's sleep. Yesterday, you only slept until midnight, before disappearing without a trace for three years

Mantian nodded. “I was in training for those three years.”

“Only in three years and you can defeat those who practice ten years, it is impressive.”

“Nothing is impressive enough if my knowledge is not used to defend the truth.” The mantel lowered his head.

Seeing that, Dara again convinced Mantingan. “You just did just that, believe me."