Nurvati
Episode 38: Shared Revenge Emerges Justice.
Together desolate that hit the heart, Nurvati who still has a grudge can only resignedly accept fate, he let himself entangled by the loneliness of this place, he said, but the mind is struggling to weigh the activities especially those that must now be done.
Three seconds later, it was decided! Nurvati will sit resting under a Snow tree where her childhood enjoyed solitude.
Nurvati turned her body backwards, synergizing with her vengeance that became a burden on the mind, she even stepped up and looked for a way out of her revenge.
His parents were killed by the Barqo race troops, that he saw, Nurvati regret that the Barqo race did not investigate first who attacked their nation, Nurvati said, and because of the rash actions of the Barqo race that made Nurvati annoyed. The Demon Nation was the mastermind, but the one who killed his parents was still the Barqo race.
Yes, the grudge appears and gets stronger as the science of Wisdom has. Unknowingly, the science that synergizes with vengeful desires does indeed appear as Chairman Hamenka said; the nature of Satan.
The regret again is, the soul of Nurvati is not strong to receive the knowledge of God from the Sky, when that is the only way to be able to fly to the Sky, —knows the natural science of Baka— his purpose to see the spirits of his parents, and considerans to them about Nurvati's revenge. Thank goodness they lived peacefully there so Nurvati did not need revenge.
There was no time left, even though he had not had time to sit under his childhood tree, he instead stepped away avoiding his nostalgia with the Snow tree. His intentions changed.
Walking into the grass of blue, Nurvati stepped with the grudge that blocked common sense and instead controlled herself towards the demands of justice.
Life is fair, if the one who kills is killed again, and justice is law, then it is obligatory for Nurvati to uphold justice because it is law. That's how he thought.
Start with his two hands extended forward, the formation of teleportation doors between Jin realms, formed by the light power of Wisdom.
In fact, to be able to make inter-natural teleportation doors requires the power of Light Wisdom science, Light science taught in schools is only able to make teleportation doors between cities or between islands in one nature. And cannot go to the supernatural like the heavens or the afterlife.
To connect to the nature of Barqo must have visited somewhere there and imagined the place, just because Nurvati never once visited, then with the science of the God of the Earth layer, it is, Nurvati takes place somewhere in the Barqo realm. He used his visions of Wisdom combined with the knowledge of the Earth layer.
A place in the expanse of gray land, the sky felt pingai, and the structure of the house is similar to in the Fairy Realm, but all houses are made of metal materials, such as steel and gold. Floating above the ground three meters high. A village. At the same time look for a family that has the same life as Nurvati; have complete parents. That is the destination of Nurvati.
After getting the picture, the teleportation door was formed, the golden door and the door was hurriedly dissected by Nurvati.
Not a minute to feel the air in this village, suddenly from behind Nurvati had darted the Barqo warrior, it was from Nurvati's blind spot, but the wind around gave a warning.
And 'Boom' hit because the body of the warrior race Barqo hit the ground; Nurvati managed to reverse the situation. His lightning speed made him superior.
Moreover, when Nurvati stood with her right foot on the back of Barqo's soldiers, Nurvati formed a katana with her right hand, then she stuck the katana on the back of Barqo's soldiers who were not wrapped in a thread, and then she stuck the katana on the back of Barqo's soldiers who were not wrapped in a thread, he stabbed through the heart of the guard, then continued his journey without guilt, letting the soldier Barqo killed by a katana impaled on his back with blue blood began to flow from the stab.
Nurvati walked to observe the surrounding environment that seemed quiet, shady trees, far-flung houses, looking for things that could destroy the increasingly volatile flames of revenge.
A house floating above the ground shades of ash spewed interest at Nurvati. At a distance of five meters, a boy looked at Nurvati in fear. The boy had already witnessed the violence Nurvati committed on the guard soldiers in this village. The 18th world war made guard throughout nature tightened, which is proof that Nurvati was attacked.
Along with Nurvati who was silent sculpting, looking at the frightened boy, had run a woman who was allegedly the mother of the boy, approached the boy, amazingly, the mother was trying to protect her child.
”That's right,“ murmured Nurvati who felt her wish would be fulfilled; uphold justice. Fair to Nurvati.
It should be underlined, the form of the Barqo race is different from the Elf race, for men who are old enough, have one or two horns on the head, while the women who are old enough their chin will stick out small horns about 5 cm, their faces flat, have no nose; not breathing, the entire Barqo race has purple skin, but a bit bluish for women, have hair as it should be, ears like buffalo, teeth pointed and neutral like a cat. The clothes they most enjoy wearing are made of gold or copper.
”What do you want?“ asked the mother in bitter, staring vigilantly.
Nurvati knew that she was terrified to see the radiant form of Nurvati and had defeated the Barqo warriors. Red hair and dressed as an old Roman woman's clothes made of copper, thus the mother's appearance with her courage that appeared only because of her natural nature as a 'mother' in order to protect her baby; forced to dare.
Four seconds Nurvati observed the attitude of a mother's psychological impulses, but nothing interested her yet, then Nurvati replied, ”I want justice, justice, I need a married couple who have a daughter, and the couple is ready to kill, it's to uphold the justice of life.“
A sentence that was taxa but sounded so terrible, managed to jolt the hearts of mothers aged around 42,043 years old, evident from both hands that clenched fist to put a standby to fight. He felt himself threatened and was quite impressive.
"If you're interested in helping me, you could sacrifice yourself, or if you're too scared .. Please don't stop me ...," beber Nurvati gave a message that again seemed ambiguous but contained a quite terrible meaning.