TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 17's

Samurai Mat - 17

But in the wilds of Mount Sago, the young people they thought they were

has been ***** and the body was chewed by the dog or the lizard or the tiger, which

they thought it was impossible to do good even as big as a particle, at that time

sitting cross-legged. He sat cross-legged on a rock at his waist

a mountain that has never been set on human feet. From there he can see

down, to his village. He looked at the flickering lights like a thousand fireflies

who is playing. His longing burns the heart. If he comes home, who

will he meet there? Nobody.

All three of his family are dead. There is someone who really wants him

meet the. But he's sure that guy won't be willing to meet. Renobulants. Still

live him? He believes that Datuk Maruhun's son is still alive. Because she's a girl

beautiful ones. Beautiful women usually have a long life.

Except for her older sister who was raped and fought back, and killed by Saburo

Matsuyama's.

Saburo! Suddenly he was stunned. Revenge lit. He looked back at

flickering lights down there. There are several villages that seem to be close by

the foot of this mountain. Even if the distance is far enough. He memorized

villages in the valley. For he had come to all the villages

that's. In those villages have complained of fate. Gamble. And all the inhabitants

the villages knew him as a gambling ghost. There's nothing that doesn't

knew him. Because he wins more often in gambling than he loses.

And when he wins, he always gives the kids spending money. Childrens

loved it. Only their parents don't like him. He smiled when

considering his victory in gambling. Suddenly he felt the wind blowing

firmer. And he was waiting for the wind to blow. Every twilight he

look forward to the wind on this rock. He said he was like this for months.

And for months he trained himself.

He closed his eyes. Hand relaxes. Squeeze the dregs. Test. , test . .

test . . ! He heard a fine incision above. He counted. There's eleven. That voice

is the sound of old wood leaves, which depleted the sap he had put in. When the wind

blowing in the afternoon, the old leaves came off the twigs, floated and fell.

Then there were eleven dried leaves that fell around him.

Suddenly his limp hands moved behind the glove cloth

slung on his shoulder. And the next moment it looks like a flash too

quick to follow with eye sight. Not to count four. Thing

glittering it, which was none other than the samurai who had finished the third life

his family, he's back. And with his already great feelings

trained, he learned that of the eleven wood leaves that fell around him, he,

there are three sheets that escape from his samurai sabetage. Eight more sheets

He took a deep breath. Then sit down again. Sit in order

exhalation. He doesn't have a teacher. His teacher was the Takambang Realm. He doesn't understand

silatology. Until this moment, he did not know a single thing about

persilatchem. But his heart has become steel to avenge the death of the father,

her mother and sister. He will also demand revenge for the death of his village.

For the Japanese burning their village. Raped his brother and

other women. And for the treatment of the Japanese who have killed

the kids in his village first. He will demand a reply to Japan by

use their own weapons, Samurai!

He has been on this mountain for months. And all that time he trained

selves. What he imagined was his father's movement when swinging, and

stab the samurai behind. Which led to the death of two soldiers

Japan was also in a fight in his yard first. That movement is him

repeat continue. Go on and on. While the movement how to uproot samurai he

learn from the fights between Datuk Maruhun's friends at the secret target

that's with the Japanese.

He recalled the Japanese movement it uprooted then swung the samurai. Then

put the naked, blood-soaked samurai back in his scabbard.

A very fast movement to imitate. But he hardened his heart to

learn. At first, he only did it a few times a day. Then

a few dozen times. Then a few tens of times. Then a few hundred

times.

Every day his work just uprooted samurai. Then put it back in.

Then when the movement he felt was already proficient, he imitated the movement

swinging the samurai to slash at the opponent in front with great movement

quick one. Then imitate the movements of his father. After cutting the opponent in front, without

swapping the grip of both hands on the samurai's hilt, the weapon was struck

go up to the back. This movement initially felt difficult and stiff. But he must

learn. Got to! What makes it difficult is that he doesn't know movement

that samurai. Not knowing which horses to wear. That is

that's why he's so slow to become proficient.

And kinipun, after he was proficient in the movement, his horses remained untrue

according to samurai methods. The horses and his footsteps he made according to

will of his taste. How he feels best to attack

and fend off, as well as tear down the opponent immediately. He was training day after day

day. During the day he hunts deer on the mountain. The way is very easy. During

living almost a year in the jungle, he had memorized where the deer

it was drinking during the day. He also knew where to approach the beast from. Him

must stand up under the wind. So that the smell of his body is not smelled by the animal.