Nagato Kagutsuchi: The Dawn

Nagato Kagutsuchi: The Dawn
Ch. 40 - Towards Mikawa City


I opened my eyes slowly, then stepped my feet to wash my drowsy face, slowly I walked through the room that still looked quiet and when I opened the window in my room, only I found the morning dew that stuck by itself, my eyes fixed on the morning dew that hung on the leaves I was looking at, the leaves I was looking at, I watched carefully the dew I was looking at looked like trying to grip tightly the tip of a leaf but fell down because of the wind, falling into the dry earth, and yawning vanished unnoticed when the sun that was hiding began to reveal its presence to bring this bright morning.


"Good morning that still feels cold." murmured Nagato who was looking at the morning dew that evaporated slowly.


Nagato's right hand held a stick to hold his left leg which was still difficult to walk back.


Nagato was unconscious when he spoke to himself, there were some people who heard him because the door of Nagato's room was not closed.


Kuina smiled, while Serlin wanted to laugh but the girl covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled.


Iris and Litha pura didn't hear what they just heard.


"It is also difficult to walk on one leg and wear this stick." Nagato murmured softly as he turned his back.


Kuina and the others looked like they were hiding something when they saw Nagato turn his body around.


"What's wrong with you?" Nagato looked at Kuina and the others standing at Nagato's bedroom door.


"Eh ... T-T-No .. Nothing - what Nagato, I didn't hear anything!." Serlin covered her mouth with her hand.


"No. .. what I said." Inner Serlin as she looked at Kuina and the others.


"Stupid witch!" Kuina embraced Serlin's neck.


"Oh yes, Nagato we have breakfast before we continue our journey." Litha invited Nagato to breakfast.


"Thank God there's Litha." muttered Serlin softly as she looked at Kuina.


Kuina pinched Serlin's nose slowly.


"Serlin did you never think first when you wanted to say something? Huh uh?" Kuina looks scary.


"Eh .. since when did you scare Kuina." Serlin kept his distance from his friend.


"What did you say?" Kuina stared hard at Serlin.


Serlin gulped looking at Kuina then the girl hugged Kuina's body.


"S-S-Serlin stop ... " Kuina tried to let go of Serlin's embrace.


"Kuina cute." Serlin placed her cheeks on Kuina's cheeks so that the girls' cheeks touched each other.


Azai gulped at the sight of the two female friends.


"Remember the age, before you there is Iris and Litha." Azai tried to remind Kuina and Serlin but Kuina instead hit Azai's stomach because the young man saw the two of them.


"W-Why am I being hit?" Azai held her stomach.


"I couldn't hit Serlin, so I took it out on you." Kuina left.


"Huh? What - what the fuck is that!" Azai cursed in his heart.


Nagato seemed unconcerned at what was happening before him, inviting Litha and Iris to hurry to the inn's dining room.


"Why didn't you two see anything just now? So don't think about it." Nagato said calmly.


Azai, Kuina and Serlin who heard became embarrassed.


"Yes." Yeah." Litha tried to lead Nagato.


Iris just nodded slowly, the little girl actually remembered Nagato who was talking to himself in the room he had just seen.


After arriving at the dining room it was seen that the place was already filled with people.


Shugo approached Nagato and then gave Nagato and the others chicken porridge.


"Three months?" inner Nagato who was staring at the spicy food on the dining table.


After breakfast, Shirayuki approached Nagato to say goodbye as Shirayuki along with the swordsman from the Fuyumi Clan would also return to the Fuyumi Clan's residence.


The Misuzawa clan had returned to their residence one week ago.


The journey from Yasai City to the Fuyumi Clan residence takes about three days by horse carriage while the journey from Yasai City to Mikawa City is only about one day by horse carriage.


Iris and Nagato looked at each other, then they both smiled faintly.


"We'll meet again someday!" Nagato looked at the little girl with a meaningful gaze.


"Yes, when it's my turn to protect you because I'll grow stronger than I am now!" Iris smiled cynically at Nagato.


"Don't fantasize? I will be stronger than you!" Nagato rubbed Iris.


Litha frowned as Nagato and Iris looked increasingly familiar after the incident against the X 2 savage humans.


Iris looked back at Litha then smiled at her.


"Litha, please take care of Nagato yes, he is too careless and likes to act rashly!" Iris flicked Nagato's forehead.


"Yes." Yeah." Litha nodded slowly while rubbing her eyes.


"Huh?" Nagato looked at Iris in front of him.


After that Iris bade farewell to the others when the horse carriage carrying the Fuyumi Clan warrior troupe had arrived in front of the inn.


Iris smiled sweetly at Nagato before leaving the inn.


"Until we meet again, Dragon." muttered Iris softly.


Nagato looked at the horse carriage Iris was riding in further away from his eyes.


Shugo's horse-drawn carriage was in front of Nagato.


"Let's go too!" Hyogoro's grandfather took Nagato and the others into the horse carriage.


Nagato sat beside Litha, the young man let out a long sigh as it looked troublesome when he saw his bandaged hands and feet.


"Troubtful." inner Nagato sighed deeply.


After everyone boarded the horse carriage that Grandpa Hyogoro was riding, the horse carriage walked slowly leaving the Kitakaze inn.


Hyogoro's grandfather frowned, as he had heard yesterday that two imperial generals were intending to visit Yasai City.


"Seibu Tsumasaki and Seifu Budou, right?" muttered Grandpa Hyogoro who was riding a horse carriage.


Azai who was sitting next to him turned to look at Grandpa Hyogoro.


"Who is that, cake?" Azai was curious about the two names mentioned by Grandpa Hyogoro.


"Hmmm, imperial general." replied Grandpa Hyogoro who looked like he did not like the two names.


"Sounds Azai the other noble families do not have such good traits as Mr. Shugo and Mrs Haru." Hyogoro's grandfather wanted to advise Azai.


"I don't like other imperial noble families, you'll understand for yourself when you meet Hawk." Hyogoro's grandfather remembers his past.


"You can ask Hawk, if that kid really visits me." Hyogoro's grandfather added.


"I also seem to have to become an imperial warrior?" muttered Azai slowly while looking at the sky.


"Hahaha, that's also something good, I'll support you!" Grandpa Hyogoro patted Azai on the back.


Meanwhile, behind Kuina, Serlin and Haru were driving the three.


Chiaki and Chaika were chatting with Litha.


"Litha, I'll learn martial arts when I get home." Chiaki looks so excited.


"I will become a strong swordsman so that I can protect my father, mother and sister!" Chiaki smiled warmly after saying her heart.


Shugo, Haru and Chaika who heard were shocked and felt proud of Chiaki.


"A-A-I also want to .. uh." Chaika shouted to follow her brother's words but the little girl's voice was restrained.


"Chaika, we'll both practice together." Chiaki clenched her hand and pointed it at her sister.


"Yes, brother." Chaika returned her brother's fist with her hand.


"I'll also learn martial arts, I won't lose to you two." Litha smiled at the two twin girls.


Nagato simply listened to their words while smiling faintly and closed his eyes slowly.


"Decider, huh?" nagato's mind while remembering everything she had seen and trained was silent as her father taught Kuina and the others.


"Holy water! If I find holy water that suits me then I will have great strength." - inner Nagato because he had seen Kazan and his members who have powers beyond human reason.


It did not feel dark, Grandpa Hyogoro invited the others to rest, behind the horse carriage he rode there were several horse carriages following them from behind.


The horse carriage stopped, one by one the warriors came out of the horse carriage following the horse carriage Nagato was riding on and the other.


Note: Poetry above the author for the time still sitting in the eleventh grade school SMK. At that time the author lived in a Dormitory Putra Ki Hajar Dewantara, as the author coincidentally at that time if it is not wrong Wednesday when the second semester school holidays, the, at that time the dormitory room looks so quiet because all the students of the dormitory have returned home to their respective residences while the author himself settled alone in the dormitory because there was a little problem that made the author had lost his direction for a few months the author could not tell here, so the writer thought it better to be alone for a while. At that time the author likes to make poetry while writing a small note in a diary book.


A little word from me "Vote emotions, everything in the head by writing. I don't think it's a bad thing. " Because I myself have experienced and felt it, when there is a big problem that makes the innate expression must be willing to tell it to others, so that the burden of the mind can be lost and a little lighter because it is channeled. Especially if we have a friend who wants to listen to our complaints it feels good because in our hearts we realize that we are not alone.


But sometimes it's better to be quiet than to tell someone about your problem, because most people are just curious instead of caring, sometimes they come to you when there is a problem after there is no problem lost no where, no where, no where, sometimes there are also people who are curious and pretend to be a good listener so you tell your problems after we tell them they no longer care about you because they come just curious.


Even sometimes there are friends that we have considered to be good friends instead of encouraging or providing solutions, they only look for your weaknesses even considered as a joke that is not funny.


But at that moment I realized that someone who is not a friend does not even know each other actually cares about us and finally in the bottom of my heart I realized and said so this is what is called a real friend and who is that's just a word friend.


Good evening to the readers may all of you have good dreams.


For the one who stays up safe Waiting for Morning.


Title of the poem above "Grow Alone".