TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 113

Samurai Mats - 113

The Bungsu took a breath. Focus attention then

nods. Salma did not immediately throw the guava pistil. There were a few moments he

stay still, then just throw it as hard as you can.

Samurai the Bungsu. Behead left and right. Then samurais

re-enter the gate. But the two guava pistils hit his body.

It failed! Salma looked at him.

“I failed..” said the Bungsu slowly. But now Salma has taken two

fruit again guava pistil from inside the basin. And when those “gagal” words are spoken

the Bungsu, Salma threw the guava pistil. The guava floated fast

once. The Bungsu did not have time to think, quickly relying on his instincts,

hand moving. Unplug the samurai and cut them forward.

Got hit! Yeah, one of those guava pistils got hit. Although not exactly, but the pistil

the guava had cleft. They looked again.

“Have started a little...!” Salma said as she took another pair of guava pistils

those. And suddenly throw it back, the Bungsu yank out his samurai.

Stamp it. It failed! He failed again.

The samurai were quickly removed. Almost not surprised

the eyes of Salma. But the swipe missed. So they repeat it many times.

Until finally the Bungsu began to be ordinary again. His hands began to stretch not stiff

like originally. Several times, his samurais had split a guava pistil

it's right in the middle. Then fail again. Then exactly again. Chosen

switch over.

But by the time the guava pistil runs out by two-thirds, he can already split in two

the guava pistil that Salma threw. They only rest when Salma hands

or the hands of the Bungsu himself are tired and sore. Then they repeat

again that exercise.

One day, Salma said:

“Well, that's dad coming home.” the Bungsu turned his head back, and that's when Salma

throwing the two nipples in his hand towards the Bungsu. The ears of the Bungsu

I heard something heading towards him. He turned, and that was when the second

the guava pistil Salma threw hit his chest and head! Bungsu

stunned. He's surprised not to play. Salma took a deep breath.

“Abang fooled, and less alert..” he said slowly. The Bungsu nodded.

He was amazed by the intelligence of this girl.

“Thanks Salma. You remind me of something.now we continue the practice.

that way, you are tired.?”

shake. The young man turned back and said:

“Well, for the first stage, you must make a sound when throwing a guava pistil

that's. Later if you are accustomed, then you throw it without warning.”.

“Awas...!!” Salma threw the guava pistil in her hand without giving a chance

distance to the Bungsu. The Bungsu sharpens the hearing. Then pull out

samurai and spinning while swinging in his hand.

“Tras! Tras! But his samurai hit the empty wind! One of the pistils

the guava hit his chest the other one continued to fall back to the ground.

“Failed, we continue..” he said as he turned. Salma this time gave

the chance for the young man to breathe. Slowly take the guava in

basin. Then with a shout “Awas” once again, he threw the pistil

that guava.

The Bungsu retracted the samurai waiting for a moment then turned around while swinging

samurais. Got hit! Yes, now one of the guava pistils was hit exactly on

middleness.

And the exercise they repeat. Continue and continue until the Bungsu with

right about the two guava pistils that were thrown when he turned his back on it.

The next days the Bungsu tried the methods that he had once done in

Mount Sago. That is controlling his hearing while squinting his eyes. Him

sit cross-legged on the ground and close your eyes. And Salma threw back

those guava pistils.

Like every beginning, in the beginning he always fails. But

the longer, the more proficient his hands. And his hearing is getting more trained. And now

the two guava pistils are always split in two!.

One time the Bungsu felt there were more than two guava pistils attacking him.

He slashed three times. Be exposed. One moment four, five, six. And with speed

which is amazing, while still squealing he continues to cut. And gota!

And finally he heard a breath in the distance. No more pink pistils

was thrown. Slowly she opened her eyes. And under the watchtower tree

there, he saw Salma with a sweaty body. The girl looked at him with

smilingly.

“Tired..?” he asked as he got closer to Salma.

“Penat and out of bullets..” Reply Salma. And the Bungsu saw how much the pot

in front of the girl was empty. She smiles.

“Not playing, the last eight pieces once I throw. Look.all.

kena” says Salma.