Swordsman Without Friends
The wrong widow.

The woman who owned the 'Lawang Wangi' restaurant and inn could only sigh long. with graceful steps she went to leave the bathing pool. after passing through two aisles, she could only sigh, the woman who is commonly called as 'Yellow Rondo Nyi' is up in front of her bedroom door.although the place is separate from the other bedrooms, but the door of the room also smells fragrant.

After being sure that no one was there, the beautiful widow went into her bedroom, as fragrant as the delicate fragrance of flowers smelled from inside this room. nyi Rondo Yellow bedroom though not so spacious and simple the furniture, but very clean and comfortable.The bed hall was made of beautifully carved teak wood, a piece of yellow cloth covering the mattress. above it there is a yellow sword.

Nyi Rondo Kuning sat pensively long enough at his bedside before taking the sword.if observed the length of the sword is not less than five jengkal. when unplugged the yellowish dim light emanated from the sword eye which was quite thin and somewhat pliable. on the upper part of the sword was written 'Yellow Rondo Sword' which means yellow widow sword.

The crazy woman was still clearly remembered the events of five years ago.at that time she had just been left dead her husband and daughter just because of a herd of robbers who destroyed her village. the woman can only cry resignedly when the leader of the gang robbed this body.

But his fate is still lucky. out of nowhere appeared an old man whose thumb and index finger of his right hand are maimed. the face of this old man is very common without any particular feature. his long hair and gray hair were tied back like a ponytail. without saying anything the old man who was maybe more than sixty-five years old was killing almost thirty members of the band of robbers, he said, including his leader who had desecrated him.

In a state of helpless limp the woman was taken away by her auxiliary parents, leaving her destroyed village on fire. the ponytail-haired old man looked at him from the mouth of the cave while sighing a few times as if hesitating to decide something.

''I'm talking directly to you, do you know an old grandmother named Nyai Ranggit.?'' asked the old man with a big butts, although surprised and confused, but he confirmed that he knew Nyai Ranggit as a grandmother on his mother's side. when he was about to ask back how the old man could know Nyai Ranggit who had not been caught in the news for a long time, the old man had prevented him from speaking and then gave him a yellow-gloved sword and said something that until now had been almost unbelievable to him.

''This sword is called 'Yellow Rondo Sword' which means sword 'Yellow Widow'. I used to know well with the owner, she was a widow who plays sword silat. actually, I've been trying for a while now to find a descendant of that swordsman but it hasn't worked, as long as you know., the female swordsman I am referring to is none other than your own grandmother named Nyai Ranggit.

''When just married for a few months, Nyai Ranggit has been left behind by her husband who is smitten by another woman. from that moment on he convinced a kind of swordsmanship whose core strength came from the sadness of his heart due to the abandonment of the husband..''

''Rumor of swordsmanship named Rondo Kuning can only be controlled by widows only. since then he is better known as 'Nyi Rondo Kuning'. behind the folds of yellow cloth lining the sword sheath there are carvings and writings about the secrets of the Yellow Rondo sword silat..''

''Whether you like it or not, you are now a widow, I offer, if you will, I'll take some time in this month to teach you the basics of practicing silat and gathering energy in. But for the next you have to train it yourself..''

''If you manage to learn all the silat stored in the sword, the name of Yellow Nyi Rondo could be used.One more problem, even though it was you who taught you, is your name, but among us there is no relationship of teacher and student or anything.

''The dead will not come back to life. It is natural that you grieve the abandonment of those closest to you, but you are still young and beautiful.as bitter as life is, as bitter as life is, we must be able to persevere and rise up to hope.I am not good at comforting people, but I think your husband and children also do not want you to continue to struggle in sadness and despair..''

That was a piece of the old man's words that still ringed in his eyes, even though it felt rough sounding but quite reasonable. in short, in a month that he got basic guidance silat from parents with butts who then knew he had the strange nickname of the 'Maling Lives'.

From the old man's story the widow also knew that she had a male disciple who only a few months ago she left with an heirloom sword called 'Black Devil' and the book of the science of magic 'Devil' to be studied as a provision later in the jungle.

A year ago there appeared a young assassin nicknamed 'Devil-switched Milky Way', from whom he heard the heirloom sword of the young swordsman also named the Devil Cobra. if the young swordsman with the disciple of the Maling Nyawa who became his helper master was the same person, then Nyi Rondo Kuning became feeling awry, if you have to investigate his origins in accordance with the orders of the cripple who also once saved his life.

The bright light of the morning sun that has moved towards noon makes the natural scenery on the slopes of Mount Bromo become clearly visible to the eye.even though there is a dense forest, there is a natural scenery on the slopes of Mount Bromo to be clearly seen, but the light is still able to penetrate the gap of some lush forest trees.

The sound of whistling sounds that sounded from the end of the narrow steep and rocky road to the foot of Mount Bromo made the hearts of people who heard it also feel drowned in sadness. I don't know who's whistling such a sad song, why is he doing it.

A young man in dark clothes was seen walking slowly down the small street.if noticed the young man who was more similar to the stray tramp had strange footsteps, he said, make pity at once laughable for anyone who sees it. right foot forward, left foot a step dragged following. the right forward action, the left side slumped behind.

A black iron stick with a silver skull handle helped him walk down Mount Bromo. apparently the black-haired young man who had been adorned with a striated batik cloth was a deformed man next to his foot.

Arriving at the end of the road bordering the desert and wilderness area, the young man stopped his steps.although it was still a very distant and faint, it was, but his sharp ears could hear the sound of a raucous cry overlapping with the clinking of a clashing weapon.just a few breaths of the crippled young man stopped before returning to continue his footsteps dragging like a worm.

While continuing to step in the heart of the young man sat up. ''You have just fought fiercely with the 'Five Fire Eagles'. to let alone find out the things of others. Your own problems are still piling up. The martial world is indeed a cruel place to kill each other. so it is only natural that there is blood spilled and lives lost in a fight..''

The crippled youth continued to step forward without a care with the sound of a fight that seemed to be getting clearer. Almost a hundred steps he entered the edge of the jungle forest that led to the foothills of the mountain. it was then that I heard the sound of a roaring scream mixed with vengeance and despair from a woman.

Man is endowed with a mind in his head and a conscience in his soul.although the contents of his brain decide to continue to pass away, but the voice of his heart just says another. with a sigh of annoyance his deformed foot stuck to the ground.A mere instant his body had vanished from where he stood.

Time had moved closer to noon when the young man arrived there on the grassy and sandy platform was stretched two orange-clothed body figures. it looks like the abdomen was uncovered and their chests torn and charred broken down as if torn as sharp objects.

The other two people were a beautiful young girl and a young man who was slightly older and similarly dressed in orange. Their weapons in the shape of iron claws were seen to have slipped out of their grasp. although they collapsed and the wound was quite severe, it still had a life expectancy.

The last person who was also a beautiful young girl was still trying to survive. his entire body was drenched in sweat.by repeatedly releasing the 'Hell Smoke Claw' style' he was still able to withstand the onslaught of two strange opposing gancos stuck in his right leg.

However, if you look at the state of the fight, obviously he will not be able to last much longer.it seems that the opponent of the beautiful girl who as he remembered called Jingga Rani has a very high magic.

The limp was aghast also saw the incident.he knew very well the power of the science of 'Hell Smoke Claw' which the leader relied on from the 'Five Fire Eagles' because only earlier this morning he had tasted it. the girl's opponent was a ruffian-faced old grandmother in red robes with a black piece of cloth tying her forehead and her white hair denouncing.

There was an oddity as well as the awesomeness on the right foot of the grandmother who was stumped as far as the wrist.Two strange weapons in the form of iron ganco that emit rays as red as blood as hot as fire connected there.