EARLY GATE
CARCASSES LIVE

Nyiur trees waving with worry, climbing the young horn lifted from the cool green forest, as if often passing and chatting, as if, trees around the house pa Dalang abort green leaves as they move further and further from their reach.

Dharma held the final gift of separation from the teacher, rolled up in black cloth wrapped in it still floating on the sidelines. The afternoon weather was so hot that beautiful shadows adorned the path, at the back found that Dalang was still powerless to hold back the crying of his students to reach their goals.

Already several KM Dharma walked down the mountain and the valley he climbed the empty house from the point of view, he glanced and was a little stunned that there was a foul aroma coming from the uninhabited house. Slightly flinching to watch the empty house from a distance he thought what if for a moment rested there; but because the old building gave off a pungent smell made himself think twice.

"It looks like I have to stay there, it's night.... But what is this smell! this smell came from there as it turned out," Dharma closed his nose tightly while fixed on the empty building.

Not long after that there was a shadow coming out rapidly from the door of the house, the young swordsman's eyes were already very alert, wary of everything, not just the strange shadows, he said, even Dharma can see ants falling from trees when he applies an attitude of vigilance. This attitude of vigilance is named "Wareful Where to Stay" every swordsman must apply this.

Strange whistles were buzzing, the empty house was getting so stinky that Dharma could hardly hold it anymore. When he turned around and was about to leave, Dharma forgot that there was a shadow coming out from behind the house.

Just one step, a strange object shot towards him, Dharma instantly knew from the tone of his voice, and instantly dodged! a second before a strange object hit his head

"Fuck!!! where'd that come from?" dharma turned his body.

"Hi young swordsman! Your meat is very nutritious...... Hahahaha," the intonation is very heavy. The sound came out on top of the banyan tree close to the empty house.

"Get out! a man never hides behind a wall" cried Dharma, his eyes now glaring.

"DUAGG.." stomp foot on the ground.

The figure behind the tree jumps down, such as having a thick body weight, stomping his feet when pounding the ground causes a considerable effect, the ground shook until the Dharma slightly toppled back.

"Hahahaha! Your spirit is too fiery" said the figure.

"You're nimble enough to dodge my attacks,"

The speech of the figure is not enough from there, all the words of Dharma are accustomed to sound in his ears. "this is me young man! Half my face is on fire, this shabby suit is my character, what you said just now was just a mere wind, the insults of a creature like you have been pierced into me a thousand times,"

If seen exactly, the figure in front of Dharma has a foul aroma, this is the origin of the smell in the old house. His stature was not as far away as Dharma, but he was next to blind because a thorough burn almost filled all his head, until he did not have a single hair or bald. The clothes look like red-coloured robe, with tears at the bottom like red kuntilanak. Not forgetting in his right hand was holding a waist-length stick made of old teak wood.

"we start the game immediately YOUNG man!.." shouted the mysterious figure while throwing his stick towards Dharma.

"Huh?" dharma Gumam. He frowned in disbelief that the figure could throw his staff firmly.

"DEAGGG......" Dharma held the rate of the enemy scepter with the position of crossing both hands as a form of defense.The defense resulted in Dharma bouncing far back on the enemy's attack power.

The footrest becomes a damming pad so that Dharma can stop the effect of the attack. Three meters was already his position now from the starting line of standing, when the glances of the eyes were staring at the chest, there was a scar of red bruises spreading as his own hand was pushed against the enemy scepter.

"What!" his pupils dilated, he estimated that if the attack had not been withheld then he might have died and the enemy's staff could have penetrated his chest.

The Dharma immediately groped part of the hand, and sure enough! bruises on his chest were also on his hands, making this young swordsman increasingly challenged to fight.

"I cannot underestimate you, living corpse!" Dharma put up the horses.

"AAAAA......." Dharma finally ran first.

"Based on young people," also said a mysterious figure put up his horses.