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Slowly his eyes opened, adjusting to the surrounding light. But his head felt so painful, that he grimaced because he could not bear the pain.
"I where?. How can I be here?." In his heart he asked. His eyes looked around him, the place felt very foreign to him. "Where am I?." He tried to get out of that bed. Walk towards the small window that made him look outwards. Unfortunately, he did not recognize the area where he was at the moment. At once, he remembered what he had done last time. He escaped from a fight that embarrassed him to the heart.
"Damn!." He hit the small wooden window strongly. "That woman. Why can't I match the magic I have?." His heart raged painfully, remembering ever since they were then. "Why is that woman better than me?. I have to find a way to defeat him." His heart is very sick. "Whatever defeat I receive, I will not give up. I'll come back to him. I'll find a new teacher soon, and I'll give up all the abilities I have to kill him." He leaned his back against the wall, permeating every breath that hurt. Remembering what happened.
"That woman has ruined the happiness I have. Whether it's with kakang jaya estu, and now. When I almost controlled some of the kingdom's own regal territory. The woman came back, ruining all my dreams of becoming the reigning queen of the great kingdom." Pain, tightness, that's how he feels right now. Until he unconsciously cried imagining the failure he received if he met with a beautiful moon, or his name is now Red Shawl.
"If he's a hit man, then I'll learn from the one who has the ability to kill as well. Yeah, I'll do it." He wiped away his tears, and tried to strengthen himself again. That he could still rise from his defeat. "Just wait for you fucking lady!. After this I will avenge all the losses I have received. You'll definitely die at my hands." He held his fist firmly, as if he were grasping the life of his enemy, until he wanted to destroy it.
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Meanwhile, somewhere. Looked like a beautiful woman who was pensive. He remembered an event that he could not just forget. The incident that made him lose the person he loved the most, was killed by a very cruel female swordsman?.
"The woman was wearing a red veil. It's called a red shawl, if I don't forget about it." His heart warmed up remembering that name. "I learned the science of kanuragan to kill him. I must avenge the death of kakang dharma yudha." At that moment, his memories returned to the past.
Back to that time.
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Suliswati, that is the beautiful woman who is currently joining Dharma Yudha. A young man who had a very good looks. They seemed to spread intimacy along the road they passed. It was as if the world belonged to both of them. But at that moment there was someone who jumped towards the two of them, thus making the two surprised.
"God!. Two people who are kasmaran. Why enter this deserted forest area?. Are you going to mix love in a quiet place like this?."
"Rear. Who's she?." The young lady looked a little scared, as the gaze of the Red Scarf seemed to want to pounce on her.
"Hey!. Ugly veiled woman. Don't interfere with our affairs." Dharma Yudha snorted in annoyance. "You better get out of here, 'cause I don't have any business with you!."
"Of course I have business with you. It's your life!."
Both of them were very surprised to hear it. They didn't even recognize the veiled woman at all.
"Rear. What did that strange woman say?. I'm so scared of him."
"But the leg."
"Go away. I'll face that woman alone."
"Alright brother. I hope you can drive the bad woman away." Suliswati left that place. He has to find Amara Senjani.
"You!. How dare you go after my life. In the meantime I've never dealt with you!." With a growl he pointed towards the Red Scarf.
"I've never dealt with you. But today I will kill you. Because you have desecrated many women, and made them cry blood. Screaming in pain for what you've done."
"Huh?. Who are you?. How dare you look for things with me, just because you feel sorry for them all?. Huh uh?. You think you're their goddess of salvation, huh?."
"I am not the goddess of salvation to them. But I'm an assassin swordsman, a death-splitting red scarf. That's my nickname. Not the goddess of salvation."
"Bebah!. Who would dare to send you to me!. I'll kill him, after I kill you!."
"Just do it if you can."
Dharma Yudha was very upset, without a second thought, he composed the Red Scarf. "I will not forgive you ugly veiled woman!. I'll kill you!. I'll make you sorry, because you've dared to come to me!." Dharma Yudha attacked the Red Shawl quickly. Not just an attack. It was as if he was about to claw the body of the Red Scarf. But it seems like Red Scarf is able to handle it.
Red Shawl avoided by pulling his left leg up, when the hand almost hit his leg, after which his right leg was almost attacked. After that he jumped the salto a few steps, and unexpectedly, he channeled his inner energy and handed it over to Dharma Yudha.
"Dad." Dharma Yudha managed to dodge that swift attack by jumping up. Almost his body was hit by the attack, if he was not wary of the attack. But his heart raced, because the attack almost hit him.
"May you also be it." The Red Shawl leapt upwards, equaling the high Dharma of Yudha. They are both in the air at the moment. However, as soon as the Red Scarf approached it, it was Dharma Yudha who this time exerted her profound energy. Attacking the Red Scarf, but it can still be avoided.
The Red Shawl pulled out the sword he was holding on his back. He pointed the tip of the sword, swinging it forward. Dharma Yudha saw the attack, he retreated in a floating state. Their bodies floated in the air, one advancing continuously to attack. Meanwhile the other one retreated to avoid swinging the sword at a speed he could not catch, yet he was able to sense the wind slash through the sword. He did not want to be struck by that sword. Until his feet landed on the ground, while the Red Shawl. His feet were almost on the ground, but he was forced to retreat a few steps forward. Because the tip of his sword was successfully tepis by Dharma Yudha by kicking his sword.
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