TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 111

Samurai Mats - 111

The Bungsu's thoughts immediately re-recorded the moment of his arrest

the New Koto. How the Major ordered them to get out of the house

The doctor where he was treated.

Then when he came out with Kari Basa, the Major told him to throw

samurainya. When his samurais had been cast down, and had been taken

by a Kempetai. The major is advancing. Then with a finger prick

his hand he hit the wound on his shoulder. Twice. And he fell to the ground within

the immeasurable pain. And at that moment he saw Datuk Penghulu drifting.

Kick the Major, and Datuk Penghulu died torn apart the samurai Major.

He was so very much all that again. Remember right.

The Major is still alive.

“Hey, we have souvenirs for you..” Kari Basa suddenly remembered something.

“Salma, bring here the one you told me to keep yesterday...” Kari Basa exclaims without

give the Bungsu a chance to talk. Shortly thereafter, the girls

The curry of the base appeared with a piece of wood in his hand. The Bungsu immediately

he looked at the things in the girl's hand.

“Samurai...” He said as soon as he recognized it as his samurai.

“Yes. That's your samurai..” said Kari Basa.

“Yes. This is mine, where can you get?”

“Not me who got it. Two nights ago there was a fighter who tried

entering the Akiyama house. He means to kill him. Because there are many

the atrocities Akiyama committed in this country. Namu Akiyama's not home. Yang

he only met a Corporal. The corporal was killed. And on the wall, he

this meliaht samurai. He immediately recognized her as your samuari. Because

he participated in a close guard at Birugo which was raided by the Japanese. She saw

you wear this samurai. He took it, and he gave it to us..”.

“Ah, thank you. Thank you..” the Bungsu received and revoked his samurai.

Saw eyes. Touch him with your thumb. Then without him noticing his eyes

harshest. Suddenly his hands shook. Very quickly, and the samurai entered

back kesarangnya. And at the table, a dead fly with its body split in two.

Kari Basa looked at his son. Salma was uprightly glued to the speed of the young

that's.

“Ah...It has been a long time since I used a samurai. I have to practice

again from the beginning. It's so stiff,,,,” he said while weighing

samurais.

“Slow? Behold, you have cut open a fly that is flying.

Exactly on two sides..” Kari Basa points to the fly that was left on that table.

“Only one... You know how many tails I wanted to kill earlier? There's four

their tails fly. And it turns out that only one gets hit. Fourthly

definitely dead. But now, look, I've been too slow..” She said.

Kari Basa shook his head. Amazed. Marveled.

And that afternoon the Bungsu did start practicing using his samurai. Him

practicing in the back. At first he practiced uprooting the samurai.

Once-two, three times, four times, eleven.

twenty-s. And the sweat washed his body.

His right hand that pulled out the samuari was tingling. Because of its speed

plucking samurai was pretty decent. He was fully conscious, in the fight

with the samurai the speed of uprooting the samurai was decisive. Especially if

fights are done within hand range.

And the fight between the tough fighters and the fighting of the men,

it was done within the range of a samurai.

But no less important than speed is the speed factor. Hurry up

uproot the samurai, and precise in attacking technique. That's the perfect one.

Speed alone without accuracy of attack, free of charge. After the samurai were repealed, the,

then flanked? Then the accuracy determines.

“Eat, rice I have put..” suddenly he heard the voice of Salma. Him

take a small towel on the clothesline. Then step under the tree

intolerant.

“Have you returned?” tanyakanya.

“No. I told you he was going to Tigo Baleh. There's business there.

And maybe until tonight he's not coming back.”.

The Bungsu immediately remembered that tonight there will be a meeting at “place usual”

like the courier said this morning.

He looked at Salma. A plan came to his head. A plan again.

But he must do it. Before he left this country

towards Japan. But before the plan is implemented, he must practice first

well done.

“Salma, want to help me ?”

Salma looked at him. Then smile. And down in the back.

“What can I do ?”

“Wait a minute..” and the Bungsu climbed a nearby gumbo.

Taking her daughter. When he was picking the pistil of the milkman it was him

remember not asking permission. He looked at Salma again.