Three Swordsman
Episode 21
CHAPTER 21
The Revenge Is Still There
The wind blows flying the fingers of the coconut
The sun is still warm, because the morning has not yet moved
The waves are still licking the end of the beach
And break down in the rocks of the sea cliffs that are still high..
The sea water still feels cold.
But the morning in harmony, the wind and the rhythm of the waves, broke by the morning-splitting cry.
The figure of a handsome young man with curly hair practicing silat on the white sand of the South beach that glittered in the sunshine.
Movement fast, agile, trengginas.
His hand was roaring. Dabbing the calm sand, into flying dust.
His body is tall, muscular.
His face was square with a sturdy chin. His eyes are sharp, nose sharp. Unfortunately his good looks were stained with, the pull of his thin lips, giving off a cynical effect. And his eyes looked down.
His clothes were green and loose black. Hides of hissing skin, when sweeping sand and resting on rocks.
He trained very hard. Taking out various styles from both hands and feet, which alternately issued punches and kicks.
Each movement published a roaring sound, a sign of its inner power high.
The sand and rock that was subjected to his punches and kicks, looked hollow, shattered apart.
Raises dust soaring sand, darkens the place to practice.
His body was covered in sand dust. Slowly thin out, and look! he studied his secret studies.
His hands turned green and elongated. Removing a fishy stench.
The green centipede poison that rushed towards the large rock at the end of the cliff.
" Duaar", his voice burst into thunderous power in the green color that came out of the two stretchy green hands that were swung.
Hit on target. However, there was no change or splinters of the beach's coral.
Waitaminute!
Hard, whitish beach corals glow dark, turning green.
It trembled softly, when the beach breeze blew a bit hard towards it.
The rocks of the beach as big as buffalo, which turned green, then decayed, crumbled crumbled into dust that was immediately swept away by the wind vanished towards the West.
" Ha.ha.ha..," his laughter was loud in the high inner energy field.
A pair of seagulls that were about to descend to the shore looking for fish, were startled, and screamed flew back into the sky, terrified.
His laughter echoed, filling the space on the desolate South coast.
Not far from the former Poison Cells College, which has long lived in its inhabitants.
College students who agreed to return home, to their respective places.
After hearing his master and teacher Cempaka Mawar Merah Berbisa and his lover Gumarang, killed, in a disaster at the Bhumi Langit college in the northwest there.
Ni Cempaka and Ki Gumarang, failed in his quest for revenge and the treason of King Asoka.
Fear of being caught up as a rebel student. The disciples, immediately dispersed themselves, saving themselves each. Take off all the meaning of the college and return as a commoner.
It was seven or eight years ago.
Since then the south coast is deserted without residents.
Only sometimes there was an unusually loud laugh.
Like at the moment.
It turned out that laughter came out from the handsome young man with curls.
Baskoro is his name.
Son of "haram" from Gumarang and Cempaka. Because they live coiled life as lovers and mingle like husband and wife without marriage.
He has grown up about seven decades.
No one knows the origin of this young man.
Only his "parents and Ki Yanu had been cheered by a six-year-old little boy.
With two packs of green color bond cloth. One contains two volumes of books and the other contains the embellishment for the provision of life and take care of this little boy named Baskoro.
Ki Yanu was Ki Gumarang's best friend in his youth. Have a little magic, because they had studied together, with Gumarang and Cempaka.
Well, still one college.
Little Ki Yanu, can help and direct Baskoro, practicing his "parent" silat relic.
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Baskoro, learn silat with the guidance of Ki Yanu. All the knowledge mastered by Ki Gumarang, has been mastered, even more powerful than the late Gumarang.
Baskoro has intelligence and good bones.
So that it can easily master the science and energy in the derivative of both parents, so that,
Two volumes of the book, it turns out to contain the science of storage Cempaka and Gumarang that have been summarized and recorded.
Silat science and energy science in malignant.
And in the last volume is the combined science of the two,
the so-called Green Centipede of Poisons.
It had been seen in front, the result of the blow of the Green Centipede Poison.
The rock as big as a buffalo was crushed into sand dust, which was immediately blown by the wind.
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Ki Yanu had already told him all about Baskoro's past.
When it feels right and the right age, tell everything.
Who is "his biological parent. All origins.
And do not forget, the story that was heard about the death of Cempaka and Gumarang.
His mother, Cempaka, was killed by Kinanti and Paramitha.
Gumarang his father, killed by losing a battle with Gompala.
He kept the names in his heart.
Which without realizing it caused anger and heartache in his heart.
It is not perfect reasoning. Because of the good and bad speech and lessons of life, he has never learned.
During this time, from childhood to adulthood, he only diligently studied silat and all kinds of magic that makes himself like this.
Several times he jumped into society trying his knowledge. Not to be devoted to defending wealth but just fulfilling his wishes.
He wanted money, just intercepted the traders who returned to business. Forced asking, not infrequently with violence.
Because of his high knowledge, no one can hinder or prevent him.
It comes and goes as fast as the wind.
Move and act as fast as a ghostly shadow.
Leaving a trail of green poisoned palms, wherever he acts.
Baskoro is the Green Tread of Death, which is troubling in the coastal area of the South Sea, Asoka state.
His arrival was always marked by a wave of fishy odor that he deliberately released when preparing the study of the Green Centipede of Toxins.
He deliberately raised his name, to lure the warriors who became enemies of his parents. And now they are his enemies.
Baskoro fostered a sense of vengeance in his heart.
When the time will come.
Asoka will burn again!
Now the obligation is to wait and mature the science of magic it has.
And once he did the action, not only in the southern coastal area.
Spreading to the wind.
See and seek, anyone, people or martial figures who can be made allies.
Because of the information he gathered. His enemies were upper-level young martial figures, and old warrior figures of his era.
Not to mention, the pairs of his enemies.
It cannot act rashly. He must be clever and thorough.
Do not let his actions be like insects in a fire.
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The hot sun had blown up from the southern end.
*Hot air and fishy grudge. Parading floating from the direction of the beach towards and spread filled the space of Asoka State.
Birds rushed to fly away from the South coast.
Connect*...
The East Hot Blowing
The heat of the sun has already shingled
The hot winds from the east sea drove away the warmth of the morning
And his martyrdom was a dewy morning
Breeze at the top of the leaves and chirping the globules that enliven the morning was empty
Everything became hot suffocating
Right, not as usual?
The sun from the east is so hot. In a beautiful little palace near the Forest of Prohibition on the slopes of Mount Renjana.
A beautiful and agile teenage girl. She is not yet 15 years old, but her beauty is very prominent because she has mastered how to dress up.
Her hair is long beautiful black. Currently in bun with red hair strap ties.
His eyes were round and large, matching his tiny nose and his red cheeks.
Her lips are thin on the broomstick of bright red lips.
When smiling, her smile was alluring and dazzling full of honey.
Whoever the person, once seen will be interested and fascinated by her beauty.
Not even adults, but the body shape exceeds its age, all all ranum and plump.
Her big hips are crooked when walking.
Moreover, to the two twin hills, so challenging, as if unbalanced with a slim solid body shape.
His name is Larasati, the only child of Nyi Puspa Sagopi, the lover of the Handsome Sakti Bagus Handoko.
Intentionally he let the "seed "of Bagus Handoko become the connector of his offspring.
Nyi Sagopi is a female criminal, a seductress and a male trapper.
Meeting with Bagus Handoko, like a "close meet tent ". Set three money. Clop.
The late Bagus Handoko, actually never realized or knew that his love relationship with Nyi Puspa Sagopi produced offspring. That is Larasati the beautiful girl who was preening.
As the son of Nyi Puspa Sagopi, it turns out that the habits and preferences of Larasati are exactly the same as his mother.
The fruit will not fall far from the tree.
Like to dress up, like to preen, likes to flirt, likes to be praised and always accentuate her beauty and plumpness.
She is famous for her beauty. Like a blossoming flower, its aroma has been blown by the wind to a distance.
His name was already famous, but not just any young man or man dared to carelessly try to pluck it.
The larasati is like a beautiful fragrant and thorny rose.
Beautiful is attractive, yet dangerous.
Larasati, is not a weak beautiful girl.
It has a formidable silat science, and more terrible secret moves. The legacy of Nyi Puspa Sagopi, the style and study used to paralyze the "enemy "as great as anything will easily fall at his feet.
"An "enemy" who has no restraint to lust will easily fall into his hands.
All the aides of mercy, aki charmers he mastered right.
He had enemies with his mother, Nyi Dyah Puspa from Bukit Mawar who became a competitor of Nyi Puspa Sagopi at a young age, and at the same time the killer of his father Bagus Handoko.
(see in Tale Jari Sakti )
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Now two women who are young and old in age, but in terms of appearance Larasati and Nyi Puspa Sagopi, like two beautiful women, like a betel in two. Almost exactly the same.
The difference Larasati more cheerful and agile, Nyi Puspa more mature and calm.
One that has not been revealed to Larasati, that is, indulgence and the pursuit of pleasure.
In such a foul and wild environment and derivative.
It turns out that Larasati is still a holy virgin, untarnished.
He likes to tease men, but not to fulfill his feminine desires.
He only wants, treasure, ornamentation and nice clothes.
He will be willing to accompany the man who matches his heart.
Just accompany a meal, accompany a vacation, accompany a trip, that's all.
Not accompany sleep.
If anyone is forcing. The life of the man will be free from his body.
All men lovers and admirers of this "Thorny and Toxic Rose", are already perfumes. Already understand right.
As long as they can be accompanied by food, accompanied by traveling, they are "nose striped" men, already happy and proud.
No matter how much gold and silver he spent to please the girl.
Not to mention a small and beautiful palace, the average waitress who looks sexy and beautiful, all the costs incurred for everything, obtained Larasati, from utilizing the carelessness of her devotees.
Larasati and her mother, living like a princess and her mother, were served by dozens of servants in a small and beautiful palace.
***
The same was done by Larasati, raising the name in a different way. In the hope of dousing the news, of his enemy. Because he knew, his enemy was an old warrior who was disinclined. Many of his disciples and certainly had the companions of warriors who would be ready to help and defend him.
He patiently, seeking and choosing, anyone he can control and can be made his ally. If someday that's right, he moves on and takes revenge.
He is not interested in getting married and choosing a partner. In addition to his young age, he has a more distant outlook and future goals.
It's time now, he'll have to find "friends" or as many allies as possible.
Wherever it came from. Both from the black, as well as from the white, if willing or able to manipulate it.
To achieve goals or pursue goals and dreams.
Beautiful girl dreams of picking the moon!.
Seriate..
Meanwhile..
Asoka State is back to partying. Rejoice, enliven the Wedding Party, young hero Asoka, Lingga, swordsman Jari Sakti with Princess Paramitha, angel from Villa Rembulan, daughter of War Commander Asoka, Banara.
The Palace of the Commander of Banara, filled with invitations, from the corners of the Land of Asoka, officials, warriors, commoners, even representatives from foreign countries, congratulating the happiness of two brides.
Previous marriages made Lingga afraid. She was afraid. Fear only becomes a dream, and never comes true, which will hurt her heart.
But God wants something else. Through the wisdom of His Majesty the King of Bengal, who was willing to be a guardian in the marriage, all his beautiful dreams came true.
All dissolved in excitement, so that there were a few pairs of eyes, who joined the party, with a very frightening personal purpose disguised in the thousands of people who flocked to offer their congratulations.
In this event, all the white people, old or young, came to congratulate.
From the beginning of Denawa, the Mourning Satan, Nyi Mayang Sari, the Red Wallet, Ki Yadara Si Rajawali Sakti. Ki Sardulo the White Tiger, Ki Gompala the Elephant Agni, Nyi Dyah Puspa, Santika, Kinanti and Ganesha, and their respective men.
Not to mention the other warriors. All the blek piles in the party.
No guarding, no supervision, because the essence of the event is a party, joy.
Seriate...
