SanSekerta (Back Find You)
Petite

"*It doesn't matter if you have an ugly or poor face, though! As long as you can keep your mouth and attitude, then it will never make things difficult for you anywhere!"

(Pavana wood, SANSKRIT 1401*).

Dduagh...!!

Bayu immediately passed his kick just above the chest of the now sprawled leader of the plot. At the corner of his lips was a scar of blood vomit that signified how hard the kick he had just gotten.

"Juh!" the leader of the plot had just spat out blood seeping from the corner of his lips.

While the members of the conspiracy only remained silent when they saw their leader sprawled. They were all afraid to help the leader so considering the number of troops still besieging.

"Well! That's all your ability!" tease Bayu while walking closer.

The leader of the plot began to gather all his strength and try to rise again. He did so while continuing to hold the base of his chest that still felt tight. Sometimes he seemed to rub his lips that were still wet with splashes of blood.

"Basarly brat! How dare you attack me when my position is off guard?!" furious.

"Ooh... So you want to avoid that you weren't ready, are you?"

The leader of the plot just stayed in his place while looking at Bayu Pawana furiously.

"Haha... You are a very funny man. Since when did the person in the duel have to ask permission first to attack, heh? You're good at joking too?"

The leader of the plot grew increasingly furious to hear the speech of Bayu which was valued as an insult.

"Well, but it's a pity that you fell on my first kick, huh?"

"What's the matter, huh? You're a fucking sok jago!" gerutu leader of the plot plan.

"Ah this you, even though I was doing a slow kick it just as a warm-up. Even I haven't gotten into the core moves yet. So how? Do you want to see the core attack?"

Whhus... Whhuettz... Truly as fast as the wind, the young man was now standing right beside the bongsor body of the squad leader. He did it like a shadow that slipped momentarily in the darkness.

Bayu began to curl both hands of the leader of the plot to the back of the stock. Actually, Bayu's own posture is only half of the thick body of the leader of the plot. But how can Bayu lock both muscular hands until they look not wrinkled?

"After I thought about it, it doesn't seem like I need to use the core moves to end all of this quickly!"

"Hey off! Let go of me, you fool! You crazy swordsman!" Racau the leader of the plot while trying to rebel from the firmness of Bayu's encirclement.

"You shut up! I promise this won't take long anyway." Bayu said with a cynical smile that he put on his sentence.

"Tell me what are you going to do to me?!"

"What's up, big? I just wanted to show off the closing motion after the warm-up. Are you scared?"

"Gobl*kkk!" sumpat leader of the gang.

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photo illustration of Bayu Pawana

Bayu only answered his opponent's curse by starting to make soft movements from the fingers of his right hand. His finger lentiknya form a movement that is more visible to be done by a man. From the end of his fingers lent it appeared a small whirlwind roll that swirled on it.

Cold sweat began racing behind the clothes of the leader of the plot who looked panicked with the small wind scroll. His body trembled with a sudden sense of uneasiness gushed from within his mind. He's never seen anything like it before. This young man really...

"Huhuh? Aapps... What's that?" said the leader of the plot stammering when he witnessed something that began to look strange .

"Haha... Especially indeed? Of course this is a special talent that I haven't talked about before. It's your own fault for cutting out the explanation I gave you!" sahut Bayu who was still relaxed played a small wind scroll at his fingertips.

"Saec... Ssiiawhat are you sebb... Actually?"

Bayu gave a short pause to his sentence. After that he began to place the windy fingertips right in front of the mouth of the leader of the plot.

"Include me, this is Pawana. He's my favorite pet!"

The leader of the plot could only shake his head in astonishment at this 'strange' youth. How could he possibly choose this wind scroll as a pet? Why didn't he choose a cute rabbit or a tough horse as his pet?

Whuthuz... Suddenly Bayu had overstayed the leader of the plot with his slender right leg. He forced the big man's mouth to open by setting his foot at the base of the leader's neck.

"Well, now feel this you bad guy!"

Slleep!

Bayu inserted a small whirlwind scroll on his finger into the mouth of the squad leader just like that. He looked at his opponent who now saw the wave with a special growl grin.

The young man only smiled in satisfaction as he saw the man in front of him begin to wriggle erratically as he felt the wind begin to descend towards his stomach. There the wind continued to spin and dance spoiled in the hull of the leader of the plot who began to nausea.

"Rbaa... Jing..." His speech is intermittent amid the nausea that is increasingly disturbing.

"Ha, what? You wanna talk? I'm sorry but I didn't hear what you were trying to say. Speak louder!" sahut Bayu satisfied with the tip of the index that is still in motion twisting in the air.

He knew, surely the 'little pussy' was stirring up all the entrails of the leader of the plot. Usually, the entire abdomen of the victim will be broomsticks without remaining until...

"Hhuiyekk! Hhuuk!" throw up all the 'fills' from the big belly of the leader of the plot.

The big man felt his head begin to swirl with the nausea that was getting whack. He continued to m*ntah while continuing to hold his large stomach without it coming off, a brief item.

"Well, now the wind comes too, right? That's a reward for a man who has a 'broken' mouth like you!" tease Bayu with a sense of satisfaction full of victory.

"Jrl, hhweek... Hhweeek!"

"Just this way you've been mabok! You flabby man! Now tell me, who deserves to be called a 'sissy' huh?!"

The leader of the plot began to feel his gaze twitching. Little by little the nausea in his stomach began to decrease alternating with pain in his heart. The big man seemed to be starting to lose consciousness from weakness.

One...

Two....

Tigg....

"Bbruukk!" the body of the leader of the plot collapsed within seconds.

Bayu smiled cynically looking at the big man drooping over his own 'fill' belly. Iiissh... That's disgusting!

Bayu's attention is now beginning to divert to a group of conspirators who are still 'faithful' spectators behind him. He could feel their fear even though those faces were still neatly covered in wooden masks. Bayu can read the fear from the glare of the eyes that they cannot possibly hide.

"Teachers, sum up all of them!" his orders then while giving a special grin.

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