The Swordsman of Bloon

11

The Fire-Haired Angel thrust the strangely shaped weapon into the front of the chest. His mouth grinned, his rosy face turned dark.

"Suro Blondo! You have the Maha Dasyat punch that I gave the name of the 'Last Day Hell' punch'! I think only that punch can match the Male Mandau in my hand. This is a magic weapon that cannot be made playfully, Suro! Watch that...!"

Suro Blondo could no longer notice the weapon in the grandfather's hand. The man in front of him while exerting his inner strength into his hands twisted the black-colored weapon to cause a fierce wind to roar. Even now the entire old geezer's hair had turned fiery red.

Be aware of the young man looking Blo on in front of the grandfather. That this teacher-duck grandfather had exerted his inner strength at the highest peak.

"Weleh, that grandpa sin ting apparently really wants to make me mam pus...!"

Suro Blondo tongue-tie. He pulled his left leg back. Hands crossed to the front of the chest in a clenched state. His body trembled violently as Suro Blondo exerted all of his inner strength.

As a result of the inner exertions to the peak accompanied by a bubbling anger. Then strangely the reddish hair of Suro Blondo turned red like fire. That's the punch of 'Last Day Hell' that has been ready to be released by the handsome young man looking blo on.

All over his body, he was flashing hot steam. The air around the top of the mountain to the slopes of Mahameru turned hot like in hell. The leaves withered, falling from the sting of the deadly heat.

In a flashing state it disappears. The Fire-Haired Angel growled. He swiped the powerful weapon of the Male Mandau in his hand. Suro Blondo gave a startled cry. But quickly slam both his hands into the deadly weapon in the hands of his teacher. A red ray of heat blinded the eyes rolling towards the grandfather.

The man immediately felt how hot the flames were. He put the male Mandau in his hand. The cold weather blocked and dispelled the scorching red light that almost hit his body.

Blaars! Blaars!

Loud thumps boomed like splitting the sky. Making the Mahameru peak land into a landslide. Big trees are falling.

Both the Fire-Haired Angel whose hair turned red emitting light as well as the handsome young man with a blo on look were equally thrown away from the battle circles. Even some avalanches of land had stockpiled their bodies. So it looks only their hair is red light.

"Uhuk! Uhuk...! Penance...!" said Suro Blondo who had just come out from the ruins of the ground.

Meanwhile the Fire-Haired Angel who also suffered the same fate had been sitting on a mound of dirt that dodged him with his eyes closed.

Suro Blondo was the one who was shedding sweat. For a moment he looked at his silent grandfather not flinching.

"Ufss. All my bones are like crumbling. Scorched skin poignant eyes. Ah.. My teacher did he suffer internal injuries as well. I have to help her!"

Suro Blondo jumped forward.

"Teacher... you...!" the words of the handsome young man plastered blo on restrained.

He saw his teacher's eyes open again. His eyes looked sharply at Suro Blondo. While in his lap looks strange weapons that had been used to attack Suro Blondo.

"Sit over, my granddaughter!" feels the weight of the voice of the Fire-Haired Angel.

The young man in blue clothes looked hesitant. But his eyes did not look at the weapon almost as long as the sword, but had a pointed tip on his back, while in the middle of it the flat-shaped has four sloping holes.

The handle of the Male Mandau as his teacher had said earlier. It appears to be made from the nahar root eyes of a bald-headed hermit and has pigtails over his bald head.

Suro can only guess, maybe four sloping holes in the middle of the weapon that was used to make a strange sound.

"Close here, why fear?!"

Wiping his sweaty forehead, Suro Blondo grinned. He sat down in front of his grandfather.

"In front of me I hope you don't grimace like your high teacher...!" the Fire-Haired Angel.

His voice was sharp, yet firm. Suro pressed his lips together. He remembered Barata Surya's message about how he should behave when dealing with his biological grandfather.

"Suro Blondo! You know why today your grandfather tested all your skills that you have learned from me as well as from your teacher Barata Surya?"

"Know teacher, eeh... Grandpa...!"

"What?"

"Grandfather may give me a strange weapon that can whimper, can whistle and can also neigh like a horse!"

"Your bunny! That's not the main goal!" The Fire-Haired Angel snorted furiously.

"Sorry, then I don't know!" suro said while being funny.

Dewana aka the Fire-Haired Angel bobbing heads. The Fire-Haired Angel educates Suro Blondo in discipline. But because basically he does have a funny and funny character.

Suro Blondo became himself. Not to mention when remembering so close Suro Blondo with the White Ape Demon Hulu that is tilted.

"Suros! Do you know how many years you've lived and studied at the top of this Mahameru?"

"Ee... If not mistaken it's only been five years!"

"Blo. Don't joke." murmured grandpa in red.

"If it's not wrong it's been almost eighteen years!"

"Good!"

The Fire-Haired Angel smiled in satisfaction.

"For so long you have studied all the magic we have. You must remember. When you leave this Mahameru peak. Then the people you need to look for are your great enemies who have killed both your parents! In addition, use all the wisdom you have to help fellow humans who need help. Don't be arrogant and reckless about what you have. Because there is still sky above!"

"Ah, my grandfather pi kun perhaps. Ever since the sky was only one." made Suro Blondo.

"Sin ting! I mean everything is a parable." sizzled Grandpa Dewana who seemed to understand what his granddaughter was thinking.

Suro pat-tap jidatnya.

"Besides that, Suro Blondo. Lately I have heard at the top of Mount Bromo there is a flock of humans ib lis who have been so brave to pollute and tear apart the land belonging to your ancestors! It is also your duty to root out those evil human raiders. Do what you can. Use what we can for the truth. Do you understand Suro?"

"Understand, Cake?"

"Understand what?"

"All the knowledge that Grandfather and teacher Barata Surya gave me, great all!" suhut Suro Blondo, the mimic is seriously impressed.

"Geb! Sin ting's! That's not what I mean!"

The young man with the appearance of a blo on his forehead.

"Now I understand what Grandpa meant. And I promise I won't let Grandpa down." said Suro Blondo seriously.

The Fire-Haired Angel, the powerful figure of the Thousand and One Nights island from the southern sea, fell silent. He took the white Mandau Male weapon from his waist.

Suro noticed all of that without ever blinking a single time.

A sreek!

The oddly shaped weapon with a sloping hole in the center was inserted into its frame.

"Have you seen that deadly weapon, Suro?" grandpa Dewana looked sharply at his disciple.

Suro Blondo nodded.

"Nearly seventy years I made that magic weapon, Suro. All of my abilities and power I poured into this weapon. At eighty-five years old. It's time for me to hand over this mighty weapon to the worthy!"

Suro Blondo gasped in surprise. At first he thought his grandfather was at least fifty years old. It is not eighty-five.

"Impress you. This Male Mandau Frame can obliterate all sorts of things! You can use it if you really need it. Now accept it...!"

The Fire-Haired Angel thrusts his hand at Suro Blondo.

"Teacher, Grandpa! How dare I...!"

"Gob lock! Accept me!" snapped Grandpa Dewana, angry not playing.

"But...!" Suro was still hesitating.

"Why?"

"Do I deserve this trust?"

"of course. Because this weapon was specially created for people like you. You need to know, from now on because of your looks. Then I deserve the title of Swordsman Blo on...!"

Suro Blondo frowned. His face seemed to turn red. But then he heard her laughter. The laughter grew longer and higher through the sky.

If not the Fire-Haired Angel who was in front of Suro Blondo. The man was bound to collapse under the influence of the laughter of the young man.

"Shut up! Why are you laughing?"

Fire-Haired Angel Inflamed.

"Pendekar Blo on. teacher Barata Surya also once said so. I agree. ha ha ha.... Blo...! But smart...!"

Suro Blondo laughed and laughed again. Abdomen shaken. His eyes were squashed with amusement.

However this young man looked surprised when he opened his eyes, the Fire-Haired Angel had already vanished from before him.

Suro Blondo. Far away from meup-sayup sound Dewana.

"I'm going home to the island of One Thousand and One Nights. Now it's time for you to go down the mountain...!"

"I have to go down the mountain. How is this. Where did my teacher, the other sin ting go where he was. Where is he now?"

Suro Blondo rubs his scarred head. Suddenly there was a voice that seemed to come from a place very far away like from the stomach of Mahameru mountain.

"Bod boy oh! Don't just wander around like I nyuk! Soon you're lamenting leaving this place! I'm sick of looking at you!"

Clearly speaking through the science of sending out that voice was Barata Surya, his silly teacher.

"Let's! The demon lek! I'm tired of crouching on top of this Mahameru!"

The speech was connected with an uninterrupted sound of blaring laughter. To make the atmosphere around him like being shaken by lightning.