Three Swordsman
Episode 24
THE CHAPTER 24
Sirna Fog Island
Meanwhile, somewhere else.
Ten years later.
This is across the far side of Asoka State. On a small island in the middle of the ocean, to the north. The mysterious island has long been uninhabited. The island is called Sirna Fog Island.
The island will not be seen.
It is always covered in fog, almost all year round. Several times, the island was visible. Only a few minutes, then disappeared again in the fog.
The island is small, surrounded by steep and steep cliffs . The waves are big, always roaring, thumping smashed to hit the precipitous cliffs.
Many large ships as well as sailors or fishermen are lost in this region. His ship will hit a rock or cliff hidden behind this fog.
Because of its mystery, this always foggy region is always avoided and avoided.
Anyone who is desperate, disaster will be obtained. The ship broke and sank, or it disappeared and could not return.
The fog continued to lock up the high surging sea. And the story that surrounds the strangeness and mysteriousness of this island is also increasingly widespread.
Which resulted in Sirna Fog Island like uninhabited?
Wait for...
From the top of the waves that roll.ada..bunny shadow.lost arise between the ferocious tongue and the hand of the waves.
The shadow leaps, spins, flies, slips in and out of the waves. Darting over the waves.
Incredibly, the yellow shadow was like a Light Yellow Dragon playing with the ferocity of the waves.
Srettt.trap..trap...trapp break, bouncy, infiltrate.
waves ..real shadow.it,.
is....
A young man dressed in yellow.... .Aih.only idle two pieces.wood on both legs.
Glide over the surface of the waves.siir.siir... The two stomping feet hit the waves.Shuuttt bouncy high, salted seven times.like the Light Yellow Dragon flew, then alighted soundlessly on a large reef on the Mist Island of Sirna.
A young man dressed in ivory yellow. Her wet hair fell on her shoulders. His face is round handsome. Pinched nose. His lips are always smiling.
His eyes were clearly twinkling, looking drenched towards the farthest South. Though his sight was blocked by fog, yet he was certain.
In that distant place, there is another life.
He was still standing, his yellow clothes wet, tightly wrapped around his body.
High, equal average youth his age, medium and loamy body. The color of his body is young sapodilla, visible on the color of his face and limbs that began to look muscular.
Standing upright, his hair and clothes began to dry in the roaring wind that roared that afternoon.
Seeing the atmosphere of the afternoon, which was silent.only the sound of the waves pounding and the roar of the wind, the occasional seagull scream was heard.
Slowly he passed a flute tucked into his waist. And blown.
His voice was low, faint.
It's like a wave
Flowing like the wind
Then the sound began to rise, combined with the sound of natural sounds around it, forming a harmony.
In play flute with instinct, taste, passion, sip all elements of nature and life.
Water, waves, wind, storms, corals, cliffs, shouts of gloom, screams of other animals. He played for a long time, drifting with nature.
His figure stood upright in the shadow, because the evening fell. He was still there, silently looking far away in the sky.
Who knows the moon this time will appear able to reveal the fog. A sign, which is beautiful to him.
***
The new morning appeared.
The atmosphere of the island is still dim, because the fog is not as thick as usual.
The figure of the yellow-clothed youth, was still seen meditating. Absorbing everything around it, then centered in the silence of unification. Between nature and her soul. Synchronizing both.
Sitting on a flat white oval coral is not far from a simple house. The only one is on Sirna Fog Island.
Suddenly a red shadow shot towards the young man. Without a sound, stand tall.
A giant grandfather, because of his height and size, was twice that of an ordinary person. Red, hair, face, skin color and clothes. All the red.
" Ganesha, get up from your bed," his voice boomed according to his large posture. He shook his hand with the wind towards the meditated Ganesha.
A thunderous sound and the roar of the wind focused towards him, calmly all absorbed by his body. Then slowly his eyes opened and swiftly got up and respected
" Good morning, teacher's grandfather", greet Ganesha, then sit cross-legged.
Momentary silence.
In the sky only the sound of birds. Then disappear.
" Ganesha has been ten years, you are with me" said the giant red grandfather, then sat in front of Ganesha.
" You're 20 years old now. I'm Pradalbo, I've bequeathed all my insignificant knowledge to you,"
Ganesha looked respectfully and affectionately at Grandpa Pradalbo.
He had an unpleasant feeling this time. It was unusual for his Grandpa Master to be this serious.
***
10 Years ago
Pradalbo took a 10-year-old boy to his residence on Sirna Fog Island.
Ganesha, the boy's name, was saved when he fell from the mountain of Panca.
Then made a student of his knowledge.
Pradalbo is a powerful priest from the Land of No Sky. Stranded on the Mist Island of Sirna, when his escape from the minions of the despotic ruler of his country.
Ganesha was nurtured and educated to be his heir. Living on a hidden island. The island is full of wonders and dangers
It is not only the science of the faith taught by Pradalbo. The science of poison, medicine and witchcraft are all taught.
Besides being well-talented, also living in that magical place, makes Ganesha grow up different from other children.
All the senses in his body functioned beyond normal. His sight, his hearing, his feelings.
So is his body's endurance. The magical island has four seasons. It has different parts that are very dangerous and deadly.
There was a poison mist, there was suction mud, there was a place full of poisonous and venomous beasts.
A very dangerous island.
Only a person of high power could conquer it.
***
While looking at the beach that is still covered in fog, Grandpa Pradalbo continued his words.
" Ganesha, nature here has helped the refinement of your knowledge. But , you have to remember. Above the sky is the sky. There are still a lot of people who have high magic out there.
My message. Don't be arrogant, don't forget yourself. You have to keep learning.
Do not easily hurt and kill. Reach them!
When they do evil, sure enough, self-consciousness and God are not in their hearts".
Quite a lot of the advice that Grandpa Pradalbo gave to Ganesha. He just nudges the reverence, absorbs everything, is stored in his heart, made provision in the future life.
Grandpa Guru Pradalbo, took a deep breath. Ganesha looked on.
Since the presence of Ganesha his life of the past ten years has become colorful and vibrant .
But..
There was a meeting there was a farewell.
" Ganesha, will you take your ivory bamboo flute?" Ganesha swiftly passed the flute from his waist. He heard his teacher's voice again.
" On that flute, there's a name-writing stroke. That's yourname.
Now is the time, to return to the world of people.
To Asoka Country across there. On a mountain called Mount Panca
The place where destiny's hand put me appeared saved you.
You fall into the abyss, in a tainted, stiff and gagu state.
Before you fell, I saw a battle, a man in complexion and dressed in all blue, fighting a tall, thin, pale-skinned old man dressed in wide white, three more of his friends.
The bald skinny guy who unleashed a long-range punch hit your body.
The punch missed, as it was deflected by the bright white inner power coming out of the blue steel flute. Your body was not hit by a blow, it missed the direction of hitting the tree where you were hanging there. The tree is crushed and fallen down into the abyss with you.
I didn't see the end of that battle. Because I immediately jumped into the abyss to save you.
Find out your origin. I'm sure that the blue man and the beautiful woman in white who lives on Mount Panca, have something to do with your origins. At least, you can find out from there!" Ganesha listened to all the stories of his teachers.
Just this time, he knew his origin.
***
" Ganesha, suddenly it's time we parted ways. There was a meeting there was a farewell. I'll return to the Skyless Country.
If, you miss, and God.doest.we meet.
There is no debt between us. It's all fate!".
I feel the wind flashing. Ganesha realized that his Grandfather had left
From a distance there was still the voice of Grandpa Master.
" Remember all my messages". Then his voice disappeared behind the fog.
All arrived arrived. Ganesha has not been able to thank me.
***
Fog still envelops Sirna Fog Island..
Ganesha set the screen, directing his boat to Asoka Country far away.
Once again, on the island where he had been living alone with Grandpa Guru Pradalbo.
Goodbye.whispers in the heart.
The fog, the abandonment of all memories.
The sun ranum, bringing Ganesha through his adventure.
Seriate...
The new morning appeared.
The atmosphere of the island is still dim, because the fog is not as thick as usual...
The figure of a teenager dressed in yellow, still seen meditating. Absorbing everything around it, then centered in the silence of unification. Between nature and her soul. Synchronizing both. Sitting on a flat white oval coral is not far from a simple house. The only one is on Sirna Fog Island.
Suddenly a red shadow shot towards the teenager. Without a sound, stand tall.
A giant grandfather, because of his height and size, was twice that of an ordinary person. Red, hair, face, skin color and clothes. All the red.
" Ganesha.., get up from your bed," his voice boomed according to his large posture. He shook his hand with the wind towards the meditated Ganesha.
The booming sound and the roar of the wind focused towards him.It was calmly all absorbed by his body. Then slowly his eyes opened and swiftly got up and respected
" Good morning, grandfather teacher", greet Ganesha, then sit cross-legged.
Momentary silence.
In the sky only the sound of birds. Then disappear.
" Ganesha is five years old, you are with me" said the giant red-headed grandfather, then sat down in front of Ganesha.
" You're 20 years old now. I'm Pradalbo, I've bequeathed all my insignificant knowledge to you,"
Ganesha looked respectfully and affectionately at Grandpa Pradalbo.
He had an unpleasant feeling this time. It was unusual for his Grandpa Master to be this serious.
***
10 Years ago
Pradalbo took a 10-year-old boy to his residence on Sirna Fog Island.
Ganesha names the boy, in the battle on the mount Panca.
Made the heir to his knowledge.
Pradalbo is a powerful priest from the Land of No Sky. Stranded on the Mist Island of Sirna, when his escape from the minions of the despotic ruler of his country.
Ganesha was nurtured and educated to be his heir. Living on a hidden island. The island is full of wonders and dangers
It is not only the science of the faith taught by Pradalbo. The science of poison, medicine and witchcraft are all taught.
Besides being well-talented, also living in that magical place, makes Ganesha grow up different from other children.
All the senses in his body functioned beyond normal. His sight, his hearing, his feelings.
So is his body's endurance. The magical island has four seasons. It has different parts that are very dangerous and deadly.
There was a poison mist, there was suction mud, there was a place full of poisonous and venomous beasts.
A very dangerous island.
Only a person of high power could conquer it.
***
While looking at the beach that is still covered with fog, Grandpa Pradalbo continued his speech.
" Ganesha, nature here has helped the refinement of your knowledge. But , you have to remember. Above the sky is the sky. There are still a lot of people who have high magic out there.
My message. Don't be arrogant, don't forget yourself. You have to keep learning.
Do not easily hurt and kill. Revision them.
When they do evil, sure enough, self-consciousness and God are not in their hearts".
Quite a lot of the advice that Grandpa Pradalbo gave to Ganesha. He just nudges the reverence, absorbs everything, is stored in his heart as a provision in the future life.
Grandpa Guru Pradalbo, took a deep breath. Ganesha was fixed.
Since the presence of Ganesha his life of the past five years has become colorful and vibrant .
But..
There was a meeting there was a farewell.
" Ganesha, will you take your ivory bamboo flute?" Ganesha swiftly passed the flute from his waist. He heard his teacher's voice again.
" On that flute, there's a name-writing stroke. That's yourname.
Now is the time, to return to the world of people.
To Asoka Country across there. On a mountain called Mount Panca
The place where destiny's hand put me appeared saved you.
You fall into the abyss, in a tainted, stiff and gago state.
Before you fell, I saw a battle, a man in complexion and dressed in all blue, fighting a tall, thin, pale-skinned old man dressed in wide white.
The one that unleashed a long-range punch hit your body.
The blow missed, but your body fell into the abyss, along with the tree tree that was destroyed by a long-range blow.
I didn't see the end of that battle. Because I immediately jumped into the abyss to save you.
Find out your origin. I'm sure the man in blue, who lives on Mount Panca, has something to do with your origins. At least, you can find out from there!" Ganesha listened to all the stories of his teachers.
Just this time, he knew his origin.
***
" Ganesha, suddenly it's time we parted ways. There was a meeting there was a farewell. I'll return to the Skyless Country.
If, you miss ..and God.doomn ..we meet.you can find me here.
There is no debt between us...It's all fate,"!
I feel the wind flashing. Ganesha realized that his Grandfather had left
From a distance there was still the voice of Grandpa Master.
" Remember all my messages". Then his voice disappeared behind the fog.
All arrived arrived. Grandpa Pradalbo's departure makes regret in Ganesha's heart. Ganesha has not been able to thank Grandpa Pradalbo for his help and treatment. But the separation has happened and cannot be pulled back.
***
Fog still envelops Sirna Fog Island..
Ganesha set the screen, directing his boat to Asoka Country far away.
Once again, on the island where he had been living alone with Grandpa Guru Pradalbo.
Goodbye.whispers in the heart.
The fog, the abandonment of all memories.
The sun ranum, bringing Ganesha through his adventure.
Seriate...
