8 Goddess of Flower Sanggana
Miss Kekar 18: A Hundred Swordsman
*Mystery of Death Swordsman (Mis Keker)*
A hundred people. All of them are warriors with different styles. Some of them carry different types of weapons. Complete. All types of characters seem to be in the group.
They entered Lamongan Village, a village that was crowded by martial world warriors about a few weeks ago.
The entry of the group at a time when it was not the season of the swordsman, surprised local residents.
“What else is this, Cungir?” ask a man to his fellow citizens.
“Do not be like that time. We made another expensive inn, Kang Somat!” cungir.
“But this is like one team,” Somat said.
“Iya yes. Looks like they just passed.”
“Aaa, ends also stop at Nyi Blotot's Restaurant!”
“Iya yes. The richer Nyi Blotot,” said Cungir.
The troupe of warriors finally stopped and entered the Nyi Blotot which was quiet at that time, because it was not the season of warriors.
“Where is this restaurant owner?” asked a small man, small but hard-muscled. He was wearing shiny black clothes. His head was tied with a black ribbon just like a warrior. The little man with the big nose did not carry any weapons. However, he was the leader of the warrior troupe. His name is Giant Demon. I don't know if the nickname was meant to make fun of or just to scare a rat kid.
A man in his thirties, thick-moustached and thin-bearded, came to greet with his wide, friendly smile. The man wearing a nice clean white shirt was named Jangang Sewo.
“Welcome, warriors. Please sit down, we are ready to serve with the best!” jantang Sewo.
“We have a hundred people. We are all murderers. We want to eat without pay here,” said the Giant Demon with his voice somewhat flattened. His tone is relaxed.
Then Jantang Sewo heard the intention. That meant he would lose a hundred servings of food if he fulfilled that request. If not, he and his servants will be killed.
“Are you willing to give free food or will we take our own?” asked the Giant Demon, still in a relaxed tone.
However, when looking behind the little fellow, the swordsman was in a tiled manner with mostly sharp gazes, there was even one who was glaring at Jantang Sewo.
“Ba.. well, Swordsman. Si... please, please sit down!” jantang Sewo said stuttered, beginning to be struck by fear.
So the dozens of warriors immediately scrambled for a place. Obviously, if you follow the number of chairs based on the table, it is not enough for them. Finally some of it. Then fill that eating house.
“Call also the village head over here!” giant Demon Command.
“I'm the head of his village,” replied Jantang Sewo.
“Good. We also want to spend the night here. We want to rest in peace. Remember, without pay. You have nothing to lose. Your profit in the last few weeks is very large,” said Giant Demon.
“Good, Swordsman,” says Jantang Sewo.
Thus, Nyi Blotot's Feeding House worked hard to be able to fulfill the hundred swordsman's request.
The Giant Demon then went to sit at the table that had been reserved for him. He was at a table with four of his other colleagues.
The first colleague was a tall, thin-headed young man with a bald plontos. On his head there was barely any hair, as his pair of eyebrows was like a streak of scribbles alone. On his back is attached a sword complete with black warangkanya. He was named the Bald Demon Sword, although the bald one was his head, not his sword.
Second mate, he's a handsome young man with a sharp nose. It has a pair of thick eyebrows and a short but bushy beard. He has a strong body with a standard strength. He was wearing dark green clothes. The gun is on his leg. At his feet was a unique blade mounted on the shin. So, if the foot was kicked, it would be like a machete or an axe. It is called Sharp Foot Demon.
The fourth partner is also a woman, but still young and beautiful, plus sexy. His green shirt neck is too wide, making his hill clasp appear so striped. Although the bottom of the robe without buttons red to the calf, but he was wearing tight shorts black half thigh, even a little up again. Apparently, shorts have penetrated the style of women's clothing. He carried a small bow without arrows. He was named the Empty Arrow Demon.
The five of them were the leaders of the warriors. The Giant Demon was its supreme leader.
The first food delivered by the servants was for the leaders' table. However, the Giant Demon acted unique.
“Food for us should be the latter. Give it to my troops first,” said the Giant Demon.
“Good, Swordsman,” said the waiter was obedient.
So the servants also prioritized to meet the eating of dozens of other warriors first.
“Tomorrow, we must not rush to attack. Study the terrain first to set the calculation. According to our spies, the terrain we are going through is not very easy,” the Giant Demon said to the four subordinate warriors. “And often remind your people not to make a scene, especially in a village like this. Don't let our goal be read before we attack.”
“Good, Commander,” says the four Giant Demon colleagues.
As the warriors waited for service, a fat granny dressed in yellow walked in. He carried two folded umbrellas. The red umbrella he made as sticks and the green umbrella on his back. He was the Angel of the Umbrella of Death, one of the old figures of the white stream who had been present in the meeting at the Howling Gorge.
When he saw the entrance of the Death Umbrella Angel, the Giant Demon and his four subordinates knew that the grandmother was not a part of them.
“Leave it alone,” says Giant Demon.
The Angel of the Umbrella of Death circulated his gaze to the warriors who were also looking at him.
“About. Rarely is there a herd of warriors this much,” thought the Angel of the Umbrella of Death.
He kept walking through the warriors who filled the floor of the restaurant.
“Please set aside for me one plate only, or half plate,” said Angel Umbrella of Death to the waiter he met.
“Please excuse me, Grandma. Our food was gone just for them. It will probably be less,” said the waiter then passed away to deliver food.
“Is it like that? But in the small shops there must be food,” thought the Angel of the Umbrella of Death.
The fat granny then stepped towards the door. Upon arriving at the door, he sat in the doorway. He poked a female swordsman who was sitting near the entrance.
“What's up, Grandma?” ask the woman with the spear.
“Whose are you? Where to and where to?” ask the Angel of the Umbrella of Death.
“I'm just a soldier, I have no right to answer. Ask our commander,” replied the female swordsman then pointed towards the leader's desk.
“Do you have any needs against us, Grandma?” asked the Giant Demon who had suddenly been standing behind the Angel of Death Umbrella.
It was rather shocking to the Angel of Death Umbrella. He looked back, then stood up.
“I'm just curious. Who are you, where are you and where are you going in this group?” ask the Angel of the Umbrella of Death.
“We are warriors who are heading to Mount Galang for a purpose. Here we are resting,” replied the mild-mannered Giant Demon.
“Hah, it looks like I have to forage elsewhere,” said Angel Umbrella of Death. “Thank you for your answer, Kisanak!”
So went the Angel Umbrella of Death left the Nyi Blotot Eating House. (BH)