ROMANCE AT THE END OF TIME
ANY MORE?

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The Red Scarf is currently facing off against a thousand death-kicks swordsman. Their fight is quite fierce, because of the moves they play.

"Straight kick a thousand. That guy's gonna steal it."

"Botten bastard!. You think my skill is that you can easily steal it?."

"God!. It's easy for me to steal it. Even you haven't been able to reach the final level, from the kick of a thousand."

"You don't say no. As if you knew, if the style I play has a disability."

"Of course there is. The proof, sometimes you have to regulate the pure air you have, so you can manage the energy in. Because if you don't, then that one thousand death kicks, it's gonna make your inner energy flow messy."

"You!. How do you know the weakness of the moves I play?. You're a god or a demon, huh?. How dare you look for my weakness."

"I am your god of death. I'm gonna kill you. Don't underestimate the abilities of a red-shawed female swordsman."

"So what I'm dealing with right now is a death-splitting red-shawk assassin?. What dream did I have last night. Until I was approached by a female assassin swordsman."

"It's very unfortunate that you. I'm gonna make the dream worse. Haha."

The Red Shawl attacked the Thousand Kick of Death. He will not forgive the warrior.

"I'll show you how deadly I am."

A very fierce fight. The Red Scarf is still trying to find a gap, to mimic that style. Because it's pretty hard too, balance his legs. But he will not give up just like that, he can definitely steal that style well.

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Meanwhile, the Black Bull was still confused. Why are there no signs of life in this village. Why aren't they home?. Or in the garden?.

"Truly pisses me off. Why isn't there anyone I can meet?. What kind of stuff do they do?. So that no one's here."

But as he continued walking, he saw a large house. He saw that there were three people with fierce faces while holding a machete.

"All right, I'll be there. Maybe they're the boys of those robbers." He approached the three men. Of course he was not welcomed.

"Hey!. Whoareyou?. Why did you come here?."

"Are you tired of living, huh?. So you bravely entered this territory."

"You'd better leave, before we beat you up. Three on one, you think you're a hotshot, huh?."

"Don't say much. If you feel strong. Why not just try it?. I'll show you how powerful an assassin swordsman is, with you shrewd scribes like you."

"Bad!. He dared to underestimate our abilities."

"Stop him, don't give me forgiveness."

"Get it!."

The three men attacked the Black Bull. They do not accept the knowledge of kanuragan they have, just denigrated by the foreign swordsman?.

"God!. Your canuragan skills are just at the end of my fingernails. So you don't have to act in front of me. And I don't have to put a lot of energy in, just to beat the three of you."

"Rose-browed!. You said so arrogantly!. Oi!. You guys, we're gonna beat him up."

Again, the fight between them made the atmosphere in front of the house so chaotic. Because their fight has ruined the one there. They fought ferociously, beating anyone who came, and fending off attacks when they felt danger. The warriors fight with gestures.

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Back to the Red Scarf. He was still fighting the Thousand Kick Death Swordsman. A fight that won't budge each other. Especially when the Red Scarf managed to master the style of the Thousand Kicks of Death well.

"Devil base!. You really master that style!. How insolent of you!."

"I'm a death-splitting red-sleeved swordsman. So it's easy for me to mimic your signature style. Including finger pricking techniques stabbing the soup."

"Fuckers!. You even know my other ways. Then, you won't let me live!. Because you're sassy!. Steal my moves!."

In a state of anger, the Thousand Kick Death Swordsman attacked the Red Shawl. He was angry, because his enemy was very tough. The two fought back in violence.

"Bad!. The pace of this thousand death kicks, makes my inner power completely drain." In the heart of the Red Scarf began to feel, if the energy he had began to decrease. He could barely keep his body balanced.

"Haha. You can't even master that style perfectly. Are you still being arrogant with me?. You think it's easy to steal, huh?."

"Keghs. It's a really troublesome move." Red Shawl tried to set the pure air back, but at that time. The Thousand Kick Death Swordsman directed a fairly loud kick. So that his body is lined up backwards. His body crashed, and hit the tree behind him.

"Mom." He coughed, spewing blood. Making the red veil that covered his face even more reddened with blood.

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Meanwhile, at the same time Prabu Praja Permana who was meeting with ministers and servants in the palace, suddenly coughed with blood spewing. They were all surprised to see that.

"Gusti prabu?."

"It's okay. It's okay." He tried to set his pureness. His mind was also fixed on the Red Scarf. For some reason, the pained face of the Red Scarf loomed over his mind.

"Gusti prabu's. Is gusti prabu sick?. Then gusti prabu rest. We'll continue this meeting, if the wrestling situation is better."

"Then I'm sorry. Because my condition has been messed up lately. So forgive me, if this meeting I postpone."

"Then we say Gusti prabu."

They all left the room. They did not know the current condition of their king. Do they still have hope?. But hope in what?. That's what needs to be questioned.

"What actually happened to me?. Why is this pain, as if moving away from someone. The pain experienced by the nose of the red scarf, as if sharing it with me." In his heart he began to feel that way. Because every time he felt that pain, he always remembered the Red Scarf. It was like seeing a Red Scarf in pain, or having an internal wound.

"Yes Allah. Only to You is the servant asking for help. If anything happens to the nimas of the red scarf, please save him O Allah. Give smoothness to the nose of the red scarf. I am sincere, if indeed I share my pain with him. But I beg you, keep him away from the danger that befalls him. And give him strength, to free this country from the grip of the robbers, which makes this country filled with fear. Aamiin, God."

That is the hope of Prabu. The anxiety he felt, again he felt a very different pain. He didn't even fight at all. But why did he get that pain?. And strangely, with every pain that hit him, his mind was fixed on the Red Scarf. What the hell is going on?. Findtheanswer.

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