Swordsman Without Friends
Dark secret of the little copet.

The dagger he usually used to chop vegetables, cut meat or peel yams and fruit was now turned into a murder weapon. in a state of injury and freezing cold torment that pierced his entire body into the bone, this young man still tried to get up, but all in vain his body was too weak. his eyes that were almost closed still had time to see the glint of machete light that flashed above his head.

The rumbling sound of thunder above the sky accompanied the arrival of rain.The light sky turned dark.The water that arrived on the ground became red mixed with blood. Pranacitra chuckled, he felt that the rain always came when death was about to come to pick him up, or it could be the rain deliberately laughed at his weakness.in the seconds leading up to his death this young man re-remembered the past.

''A new lifetime this time I kill people, unfortunately I will also die, but I think good too, at least I can catch up with all my brothers sooner..''

''Aah., my brother Arga Pangestu, Ajeng Larasati., you both like each other but are ashamed to admit it, you fools, on your shoulders are all the responsibilities of Mount Bhisma college shouldered, I'll catch up with the teacher and the others.I hope you're both happy.."

His eyes closed as the machete in the hands of the leader of the Five Begundal Brewok that flashed read out his neck. Blood spurted.A raucous scream was heard through the rumbling sound of rain.

Pranacitra cried out stifledly as a large tall body struck his body.A flash of lightning momentarily illuminated the handle of a dagger that stuck on the back of the leader of the Five Begundal Brewok until it pierced his heart. that kitchen knife is back to take its toll.!

When the eyes of the sick young man glanced, he saw the little gembel of the pickpocket was standing trembling.His body was not only shivering by the flush of rain water but also because of the sinister feeling of having killed humans. he looked at his two thin hands covered in fresh blood. Pranacitra knew that although blood could be lost in the rain, the memory of the murder would never vanish from the head of the pickpocket boy.

I don't know how long he lay on top of a bamboo hall. His body was still weak and shivering with coldness.but a stone fireplace flaring not far from him gave a hint of warmth.His eyes looked around the place. apparently he was inside a bamboo hut.

There was no one in the hut but him, from the crack of the bamboo wall he could have thought that it was dark.

Slowly he got up, with great difficulty Pranacitra managed to sit cross-legged. beside the hall there was a wooden table reot.on top there were three pieces of boiled yam and a small pot of clay filled with a sharp-smelling liquid. next to him was a sheet of rontal leaves that read the message to drink the medicinal herbs in the clay pot.he remembered the boiled yam was one of the gifts of the market people, he said, but who gave him this medicinal herb.from his writing style on the smooth and neat rontal leaves signified he was a woman.so it was definitely impossible for the copet boy. once again he looked around.the hut room that looked clean.there were several cooking utensils and dozens of pots containing seeds as well as dried plant roots arranged on a wooden shelf. this may be the home of a physician.

Slowly he drank the potion, although it was quite bitter but when it reached the stomach caused a warm feeling that spread throughout his body. By regulating the breathing Pranacitra tried to check the state of his body. the energy in the gift of the Black Serbian Angel and Nyi Latitude Wungu was drained. now his body no longer had the power to resist the blood-clotting poison and heart.

The body of this young man is indeed weak, but he is not a fool who does not know what the matter of martial arts is. every time Ki Rangga gave training to his students Pranacitra often joined just listening. while free sometimes he tried to practice the science of breathing. although he felt his body getting better but instead he was lazy to train it further. All the lessons and inner strength he heard he tried to apply in his daily work. therefore, when washing and cooking, sweeping the yard also cleans the room he so much faster and agile than all his friends.

Ki Rangga did not not not not know all that Pranacitra did, but he instead like deliberately let it go. provided that the strange and quiet young man was happy for him was not a problem. in recent years the old man has tried to find out the cause of Pranacitra's weak body, also tried to treat it, but all his efforts were in vain. it was as if all the medicinal herbs that the young man had swallowed went into a deep pit, just disappeared without causing any consequences. until finally Ki Rangga gave up and considered the young man's body was destined to be weak forever.

"Any., it is clear that the magic power I got from the two warriors was lost due to the fight with Lima Begundal Brewok, but even though I still felt a cold attack from the blood and heart-clotting poison, why was I still able to survive and it didn't feel as bad as before.?" the young man was confused.

"Eeh., where's that little copet boy, what happened to him, and who brought me here, what place is this.? inner Pranacitra.the worry arises in the heart of the young man.

Just as he was about to wake up, he suddenly felt pain in his calf near his left ankle. only then did he realize that his leg was injured quite badly due to the stabbing of a machete of one of the members of Lima Begundal Brewok. As he remembered when his kitchen knife managed to cut through the opponent's stomach, the man immediately fell down, collapsed, unfortunately before he died he was still able to stick his machete into the calf of his left leg.although the wound was wrapped in a cloth wrapped in medicinal herbs but still felt very sore. his blood stains were seen seeping from the cloth.

The door of the hut opened, two men walked in. one of them was none other than the pickpocket boy.The dirty face of this child was seen sumringah saw Pranacitra was aware of his stings. he happily ran over and hugged the young man. ''It's good that you have realized, already these two days you are lying unconscious.I., I am very afraid something happened to you.'' whispered down.

''Thank you for helping me, sorry for bothering you little copet buddy.'' said Pranacitra stroking the boy's black hair.

The young man quickly saluted. ''I, the lowly one named Pranacitra, thank you for all the help of my uncle, may I know who my uncle and my little friend really are.?''

''Aah no need to hesitate, I am just a village healer who is usually called Ki Suta., this boy often stays in my hut, his nickname is Coreng..'' replied the person who claimed to be named Ki Suta kindly.

''I've examined and treated your wounds, your leg that is blotted can be healed soon, but maybe you will be a little limp because there are leg veins that are cut off..''

''About the cold sickness in your body, I have tried to treat it, but it can only hold and collect poison to one point so as not to spread. the medicinal herbs that you drank earlier were useful to strengthen your body, said Ki Suta with a smile.heard that Pranacitra became moved and once again thanked him.

From the story of the Coreng, when he was unconscious due to the fight, the boy tried to take him to the hut KI Suta far from the crowd. when he arrived at his hut Ki Suta immediately tried to treat Pranacitra. rupamya the science of medicine of this person was great enough to withstand the cold poison that attacked the young man. strangely when he asked if there was a connection between the boy and KI Suta, the copycat gembal looked nervous as if dodging, at a glance Pranacitra also felt a sharp gaze that was aiming in Ki Suta's eyes.

Three days had passed, Pranacitra was able to walk, although still limped his left leg. his body condition also felt better.the next morning the young man said goodbye to continue the journey.he reasoned to visit someone. hearing that KI Suta looks happy otherwise somehow the copet boy actually looks moody and scared.

''Ki Suta., buddy Coreng., I beg you to say goodbye. Once again thank you for all your help, maybe forever I will not be able to reply.'' said Pranacitra while bowing respectfully.

''You do not need to speak condolences, please help it is an obligation for fellow humans, go and be careful in your journey young people.'' Ki Suta said back to deliver the young man's departure. Pranacitra had glanced at the Coreng, for some reason he felt worried about the boy who looked sad and frightened as if hiding something. When he was about to talk, the boy had already turned into the hut.

''Here it is, no need to worry. the child is just a bit sad to part, later it will also be calm again.the day has begun to day you should start going to your destination..'' said Ki Suta sighing. Pranacitra nodded back and started to walk away.

Ki Suta smiled, but that friendly smile slowly became a cruel grin.His shady eyes turned to shone on the evil lust.With a snort this person turned into his hut.

There was already waiting for the copet boy. stood bowed in fear in the corner of the hut. Ki Suta's pair of eyes shone wildly, his face water grimaced with satanic lust. His breath hunted with a disgusting grin, his grin, it was as if this man had already turned into someone else.

''Wash your face, open everything, now.!'' snapped Ki Suta savagely.with wailing and crying the copet boy opened his headband. next he washed his dirty face with the water in the clay barrel.The sweet clean face was seen .

Next the boy began to take off his dirty clothes, now he was completely naked, although still a thirteen-year-old boy, but clearly he was a beautiful girl who was frightened and suffering. her once smooth white skin is now full of scars that have dried up.

''Teacher., please don't do that to me anymore, realize I'm your student.!'' wail the girl.

''Precisely because you are my student then have to be willing to serve me, quickly come here, you little whiny boy.!'' snapped Ki Suta beringas.with a strand of whip this man started beating the poor boy. from inside the remote hut was stung by the sound of screams of pain and the cry of forgiveness from the mouth of the copet boy who turned out to be a woman.

Apparently Ki Suta is a healer.who has a mental disorder, he likes to torture little girls to satisfy his depraved lust.in the past Ki Suta was not such a person. he was a good healer and teacher for the child copet, but one time he made a mistake concocting a kind of power-enhancing drug in order to damage part of his brain. since then despite the increased power of his magic but Ki Suta also turned evil and likes to torture underage girls.The first victim of course the Coreng his own student.

Because he could not stand it, the student ran away and disguised himself as a boy pickpocket. Because he wanted to help Pranacitra he had to go back to see Ki Suta his teacher. the girl promised to obey all of Ki Suta's will as long as he wanted to help the young man.If Pranacitra knew all the sacrifices of the little girl copet for him, surely he would rather die.