TIKAM SAMURAI'S

Episode 52

Samurai Mats - 52

Just three steps he walked, he was stunned. In front of him

standing a woman. It was a Chinese girl. Viewable

he guessed, this girl was at most only sixteen or seven

twelve years. Beautiful girl seductive body. Yellow-haired girl

the bushy was just wearing a towel on his body. It seems he has been since

stand right there. And the youngest can make sure that this girl sees all the fights

which took place in that room. He must have seen the massacre. They

in view. The door starts to break.

 “Come here .”

Suddenly the girl pulled the hands of the Bungsu into her room. Bungsu

like a buffalo whipped in his nose. He said, because there is no other way

By being in this girl's room, she hoped to survive. Or he could

take this girl as a hostage. The girl's room was clean and smelled good.

“Come in ..” the girl said again while opening a valve on the floor.

Without much snout, the Bungsu approached. Under that gaping floor,

he saw a small room.

“Come in quickly ..” the girl said again. The Bungsu no longer had time to think.

He complied and started down the stairs. He got into one

small and dark room. The girl then closed the floor she had raised earlier.

Then fix the mat on it. Then take the cloth and start to wipe

the traces of blood splattered on the floor from the scars on the body of the Bungsu.

The work was just finished when the door was successfully broken down by a reo truck

japanese Army. His room was searched. Wardrobe, under the place

sleeping, attic. The Bungsu heard the clattering of shoes. The camper was then passed over

above his head. He waited silently in the darkness in the space that was not

known this. Japanese soldiers are still in the house. By reason of

it had been a few hours, but the girl had yet to show up. Si

Bungsu did not dare to go up. He's still waiting. By touching her

lying on the floor that feels on the pedestal with a clean mat

with surprise when he felt an object fall on his stomach.

Then the door on the floor closed again. He felt in the dark. Yang

it turned out to be a package. In the dark he opened the package.

Fingered. Bananas, ah, his stomach is really hungry. Soon four

the banana vanished into his stomach.

Then he checked the other package. A small flashlight. With

the flashlight he can check with the contents of the package. There's bandages and

he knows that. Is he one of the ******* stored in the home

this one? the medicine he didn't really need. For to treat his wound, he

it still has the potion powder that he brought from Mount Sago. The medicine is very

efficacious. It was the medicine that healed from the wounds of the samurai Captain

Saburo. And traditional medicine that also heals scars scratched

the tiger happened when the last month he was going down the mountain.

He took a potion consisting of bark and wood leaves, stone moss, tree moss

and the dried leaves of the jasmine plant that he always kept inside

the pouch, in the chopstick of the enau leaf cigarette, which used to contain the leaf cigarette

enau. The potion he sowed on the wounds all over his body. Inflicting

the coldness of the wound quickly dried up, docking it quickly dry out.

With a small flashlight that the girl dropped, the Bungsu started to check

the room where he is. This room is a room in the basement. Indeed

made to deal with emergencies, such as generally derived houses

china's. The difference is that the basement in other Chinese houses is used

to store food or water, then this basement

used as a living room.

Not far from where he slept on the floor was a bed. If only he

moving in the dark it was a little four steps to the right, then he would meet

that soft bed. But whichever way he would have thought of it. Nearby

the bed, on the head, was a glass cabinet. In it the

Bungsu got three pistols and two long guns. Complete with

the gunpowder. This underground room appears to be a kind of fortress by Babah

that fat he didn't touch the gun. Besides not understanding how

wearing it, also considered it useless to carry.

A gun or gun makes a sound when it kills people. He prefers to wear

samurais. With a samurai he could act silently. Because he's tired

lying in bed. He had no idea how long he had been asleep

I woke up again. There was someone felt present in the walled room

concrete under the ground. He opened his eyes and tried to get up.

But a delicate hand held him. In the light of the wall lamp that has been

installed, he saw the Chinese girl who had saved him. The girl sat down

on the edge of the bed. Look at him with a soft look.

“Lay ..your wound has not healed ..” the voice sounds soft.

The language sounded clean. The Bungsu sat down. The girl stared

on his eyes.