TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 18's

Samurai Mat - 18

Early in the morning he went to the small pond. Get down

in the low bush. Stay there like a dead tree. But one day he

get tested. The one who came to drink there was not a deer but a leopard.

This animal came precisely from the top of the tree where the Bungsu was laying on

beneath it. The tiger soon learned of his presence. He pounced on the Bungsu.

But for the youngest, the speed of this tiger is nothing compared to speed

which he had in uprooting and using samurai.

He lay still as the tiger leaped over him. When staying

another step, that's when his hand moved. Twice he swung his hand,

the next moment his samurai reentered the nest together with the collapse

and cut off both leopards' bodies. He is still half

lie down. After all, that was the first time he used his spoils samurai

against living beings.

That afternoon he did not eat the meat. Except eating leopard meat.

The tiger meat he burned. The fire he made by pitting two stones

stout-strong. But the speed of hitting the tiger who came pouncing has not been able to

made size. The safest tiger with a large body is still slow when

compared to flies, for example.

This is what he learned after that. The remains of the tiger invite a lot

flies to his near. He closed his eyes. Concentrate. There's a difference

striking between his father learning silat with himself studying now. His father was

learning silat is just for self-guard. Then circumstances made him

Silat Teacher. Less high levels. Everything else with him now. Him

he learns because he is determined to take revenge.

And his desire to be clever quickly is very burning. That is why deep

craft training, his father must have lost diligently than he does now.

He closed his eyes. Flies began to connect to the rest of the leopard's carcass.

He heard a green buzzing. Then he started counting. Overly

a lot of. He heard the shakes of his wings as he flew. His hands began to

relax. Glow like silk. Like there's no bone in his arm.

Then he focused his hearing.

Now!

Suddenly his hand moved quickly. Four times he slashed, then all of a sudden

the samurai vanished back into his lair behind a sheath cloth

slung over his shoulders. Without opening his eyes he could know that

four times before, there were only two green langau died. There are

stomach's broken. There's a little head-spirited. A samurai though

must know exactly which part he wants to hurt. And

sweat. Then sit down again. Repeat the exercise from the beginning. Revoke and

cut through those lights. So keep going day by day. So continue the day

change weeks. Week changing months. Months change years!

This afternoon he sat back on the flat stone. Looking up into the valley, to

the foot of the mountain where the rice field slapped. Where are the flickering lights of the villages

begin to appear. He sat staring back at his village

there was a rumble in his chest to go down there. It's been full

he was at the waist of this Mount Sago. Sleeping in the cottage she roasted

make it emergency. Which made him to heal from his near-miss wound

splitting his back and staying alive was his violent desire to

revenged.

Now he feels like he wants to go back to his village soon. He took a deep breath.

But his ears are already very trained in the jungle it also catches

another breath. She's stunned. Is this momentary snort is a snort

his own breath that sounded up to twice? He did not dare to look. However

his instincts said that there was a danger threatening him from behind. But

what danger is it. Why didn't he know?

It's been a dozen full moons he's sitting here. Everyone is moving closer

this place, even a butterfly that flies lightly, will soon be him

know. All thanks to his concentration training so far. Instinkingly

his body was also preparing to accept every unwanted possibility. Freaky,

there's no sound. Though usually dusk like this, every time he was finished

magrib prayed he was always entertained by the drumming of crickets and the sound of singing

other night animals. Including the simple voice of the siamese.

Why are these voices disappearing? Since when did it disappear? This solitude

it was a silence he had never experienced all this time. And suddenly back

that strange breath he heard. He was sure of a smooth grunt and was very slow

it wasn't a snort from his mouth. No. gabe. The grunts were clear from

behind him. According to his estimation, the distance between him sitting backward

with the grunting creature it was at most only three fathoms !

Three fathoms! Oh my God, the fur of his nape is goosebumps. If it's true, then,

that the snort was about three fathoms behind him, it meant

”tamunya” it has been on the big flat stone on which he sits, which

it is about four square fathoms wide. He sat at the front end.

What made him shocked was the presence of the creature he had not known above

this rock. Why didn't he hear it in the least?

The krosak…!