NIRVANA The Legend Of Samurai
CHAPTER 7 - Alisa Rescue Mission

The sound of footsteps accompanies the horseshoe race, showing a girl gilded with a horseman sitting in the saddle. On the way to the beach, Alisa drives her horse faster than usual, letting the night breeze blow through her hair.

Alisa clucking. "My mission is to bring the young stranger to Captain Steven, of course I can let him die before my task is done."

Alisa's gaze was straight ahead with a katana in her hand. There was something he remembered - long before his departure - leaving the village.

.::Flashback::.

Alisa was leaning her head on the edge of the window with a pair of folded hands in front of her chest, gazing at the group of citizens who were helped by some Amarta soldiers to rebuild the houses that had been destroyed by the attack from the dragon. But the smile soon dissipated after a boy elf barged in through the door of his cottage.

"Sister Alisa! Brother Alisa!!" A young boy in a green tunic pointed his index finger out of the cottage. "Nirvana is in danger! I saw him being beaten up by a bunch of robbers!!"

Alisa was shocked. "What?! Where did you see him?"

"On Armstrong's beach, Alisa's sister."

.::Flashback::.

Alisa furrowed her eyebrows. "Whatever happens... I won't let him die."

The girl jerked her horse rope to go faster as she entered the hills. The trail is flanked by lush trees between two sides.

*****

The dim moonlight covered the cloud, showing the silence of the night combined with the cold breeze on the beach. He saw a man in his black coat appear to fall weakly on the white sand.

Nirwana. "When a soldier is deployed on the battlefield, his job is not to search for the missing ammunition. Rather fight to the point of blood! Uhuk-uhuk!!"

Saliva mixed with blood dripped from the mouth of Nirvana, displaying red stains on the beach sand when the roar of the wind was getting stronger. Two arms are bent with a pair of palms supporting the body.

Nirvana rose up with all the strength that existed, stepping forward even though his steps seemed barren. For a moment he inhaled fresh air, letting his head throb dizzy. Nirvana took one cigarette out of his pocket. With a match lighter in hand, the cigarette is now lit on his sensual lips.

The entire soldier who saw him snorted with laughter. While a leader was still seen clutching Tiara's slender body, letting the girl squirm in his arms.

Mahkoto raised his chin, a smile miris displays his cruelty at that time. "Huh! You're still as despicable as the trash the owner threw away, "one forefinger leads to Nirvana. "Warrior. Hit him!"

A group of men spurred footsteps amid the vast expanse of white sand, forming a circular formation only to surround a now exhausted young man.

The fall of one cigarette that slid down began a hand lesatan that almost hit the face. Quickly the young man bent his arms in front of his chest while swinging it.

A tankage appears to have been successfully carried out by Nirvana. But a man who turned his back immediately raised one leg to kick his back wrapped in a black suit. An unbalanced fight made Nirvana quell. Moreover, the aftershocks landed on his left temple, making the young man even more obstinate to support his body longer.

Nirvana stared intently at the group of men who were swarming around her. While the back of his hand appears to wipe the traces of blood on the lower lip. It clucked. "I thought by one, you came with you, man."

The man next to her laughed. "Yes! Why kill you with the sword, if beating you is much more satisfying" he said.

Instead of answering their words, Nirvana was more likely to hold back her horror smile. The young man was slightly bowed with a single palm that patted his forehead. He chuckled softly, until his chin was slightly raised.

"Oh, apparently? Ahaha!" Nirwana's grin expands into an echoing laughter of horror. His gaze was instantly fixated staring far dimly at the full moonlight. "Huahaha... Only a despicable human can look at me with one eye, huahaha!!"

"YRRAHIM!!" Nirwana's hoarse growl began a blow that shot fiercely from behind the expanse of air. The accumulated energy rests on the fist, creating a punch that is able to hit the opponent's neck.

*v*Bruuack!!

The man fell. While the man next to him gasped in shock at the pair of palms that were now gripping shoulders. The young man in a black suit immediately threw a one-knee kick at the man's waist.

As the anger intensifies in the chest, it creates a knee kick that forces the man to step back.

A man who turned his back on Nirwana tried to help his partner. But with a swift Nirwana immediately turned the body to throw a round kick.

*Bruaack!

The man fell immediately after Nirwana's leg slit struck his jaw.

Shots of cold sweat drenched Nirwana's forehead as the young man appeared to be running out of energy. His breath was wheezing, his hanzel bead was probing in a number of directions.

A soldier jumped up with a slightly raised hand. The man slammed his punch towards the nape of Nirvana. Automatically the young man lost his balance and fell. From the front, a man in a black shirt slid a upercut fist into Nirwana's chin, making the figure plummet down, and his body fell on the white sand.

Nirwana's smile was on its back when a pair of eyes stared at the distant glitter of starlight above space. The man was still lying weakly on a stretch of white sand.

"Am I going to die..." His gaze was a little faint until his eyelids were almost closed. "I just want to go home, see the beautiful smile that has disappeared for so long, then meet with Mom to make sure that I am okay. Yet... Destiny says different. I think I'm going to die...."

A weapon in the form of a katana was thrown from behind the expanse of air after Alisa managed to throw it.

The figure of the girl walking among the softness of the white sand displayed a sharp look in her eyes. His right hand tightly grasped the tip of the sword at his left waist. A pair of steps trace between the softness of the white sand, walking in order to approach the young man who almost died from the blows and the endless opposition.

Nirvana looked at Alisa from a distance. Her golden brown hair was shoulder-length, braided in half at the top of the hair. He let some of his hair frame his face on the left and right.

Alisa's skin is pale white, and appears to be wearing a white blue shirt on her neck and arms. While his black boots cover most of the calves made of deer leather. The girl is now wearing a bright blue short skirt that dominates her appearance like a Japanese cosplayer.

Nirvana had swallowed saliva, tracing the poignancy of Alisa's body from the tip of the foot to the head. "Waaow... In the hot....!"

Alisa is a warrior from the country of Amarta who was once described by Nirvana in a story with the title Imperial Arms, and visualized by an illustrator named Julia Rain.

A crowd of soldiers rushed to Alisa. Those-warriors simultaneously pulled out the sword from its sheath and were determined to attack Alisa. While the girl looked in a number of directions to observe every move the opponent faced.