Chapter 6. Secret Savior
He walked down the street of the village, though his face was covered with a veil he was seen still bowing his head all the way.
And arriving at the Biswara market looking for Tlenik.
"Oh it's Tlenik's grandmother, I'll go straight there," Biswara said while walking toward the old woman. He wanted to check the merchandise, now she wants to sell it herself.
'I'd rather sell my merch. I don't want to bother Grandma Tlenik,' he said to himself.
"Grandma I want to sell her."
"This place where Mr. Sumitro sells and his wife."
"Yes, Grandma. But I asked him," reply Biswara.
"Oh, up to you. Please, indeed. Where Mr. Sumitro and his wife?" asked Tlenik.
"He was both in pain, He said he was out of rain yesterday," replied Biswara, lowering his trading.
When The merchandise was finished Biswara offers it soon. He who is the first to start a new The merchandise seems quite unabashedly to offer to those who are seen passing by in front of him, and he sells his wares at a low price.
'Just let me take advantage of the important ones quickly run out and can immediately go home' he muttered inside.
While Biswara and other traders were still selling his wares, suddenly from the market's edge there was a commotion.
Hearing from the commotion, Biswara vaguely heard it was the sound of someone being robbed. But the weird thing is that even with the robbery and no one else is willing to help, they seem to be too busy on their own.
Biswara wants to help the guy from the robber.
"I must see the commotion, did you? Please look after my merchandise."
"Why? Don't do anything! They were bad robbers. Who did not hesitate to injure his victim."
"Ah, I'll just take a look at it for a while, then I won't come back soon," he blurted.
"So be it Be careful," she ordered Tlenik.
Biswara hurried straight in the direction of the commotion, and after a short distance, he saw a pottery trader being snapped at by a mob of robbers.
"You give up or don't you?! Otherwise, I'll trash your merchandise!"
"Please, I'm sorry. These were not my merchandise, I was only taught to sell them accurately."
"Ah, I don't care, I don't need your merchandise! I demand money! Come on, hand it over!" Snapped the robber, clutching his two jaws.
Seeing that the thief had started hurting the merchant could easily have taken a twig off the ground, then he broke it into pieces.
Then, using his powers, he sipped the twig at the robber who was hurting the merchant.
Uwwing ... Ssst.
The cut of the twig darted toward the thief and finally hit him in the ribs.
Bukkss... "Ouch ...." the robber cried as he tumbled to his side.
The robber hit the branch so hard that he suddenly fainted.
Seeing his men fall unconscious without knowing the reason, the thief's head fell off his horse and just blew right off.
"Damn it! Who has the guts to attack my men in this way? Come out and face me!" he said, brandishing his weapon.
To see the robber's angry head with his pistol and not take any chances before his pistol wiggled his skull with a flick of a second twig.
Twing .... ssst.
This time the branch struck the nape, and the robber's head was killed instantly.
Watching one of his elders die and one of his friends swoon badly, finally, a gang of marauders took off to escape. While market visitors seem to have no idea what's going on.
After the raid managed to stop the robbers, Biswara left immediately without anyone knowing anything about it.
Biswara keeps in mind from Reksa's message that his pains should not be used indiscriminately, merely to defend the persecuted and to protect themselves. Even a Reksa does not want a Biswara to become a swordsman.
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Two years later, one evening the exhausted business pig was found falling asleep on the floor with a mat made of woven pandan leaves.
The vegetables he picked up earlier this afternoon were cleaned and placed in a nearby basket he slept on. And around midnight he dreamed of meeting Reksa.
"Biswara... How are you doing?"
"Grandpa Reksa ... What is this Grandpa Reksa?"
"Yes, Biswara... This is Grandpa. Why don't you ever visit me?"
"Forgive Biswara, Grandpa. I'm too busy with the garden.. Again forgive me."
"Heheheh...Yes, I forgive you. But tomorrow morning you must visit me in the cave, there are people you need to save."
"Who is the one Grandpa?" asked Biswara curiosity.
"He was a swordsman trapped in the cave, there used to be three, and they intend to harm Grandpa before Grandpa chooses muksa."
"Then which two goes to Grandpa?" asked Biswara.
"They had been crushed to death by attacking the body which had become a corpse, and that one was curious to continue following Grandpa body that had gone into the cave and had finally been trapped there for two years."
"Well, I'll be leaving tonight," said Biswara.
"Don't come tonight... Tomorrow it is..."
Suddenly Reksa disappeared.
"Grandpa ... Grandpa ..."
"Oh, it turns out I've just been having nightmares. But it is true since the reformer's passing that I have not visited his at all, and it does not feel that it is two years since she left this world.
The next day, Biswara makes his way straight to the cave where Reksa remains are.
After a short walk there came the Biswara at the mouth of the cave which had been covered in wild grass. Given the circumstances, it is a sign that there has never been anyone to visit when before Reksa's body was in there, the caves were frequented by people, especially the village people who were hunting.
Before deciding to enter the Biswara first want to clean up around the cave's courtyard and mouth.
Then with the machete, he carried chopper cleaned all around the mouth of the cave and the platform.
When finished, by the time he's done he knows that I've been fenced by science by Reksa, then Biswara could be seen sitting to recite a mere incantation.
And as soon as Biswara finished his incantation suddenly from the mouth of the cave there was a wisp of white smoke coming out of the cave's mouth wall. The smoke kept rising and rising in the middle.
The smoke grew more and more and eventually the white smoke suddenly formed like a tiger.
To be continued ...