The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi the Chapter of Enambelas
Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. Sarti did not think that the frontman of the thugs and murderers were present in front of his eyes like food being thrust into the muzzle of a wolf. Though some time ago, he planned to finish off the biggest gangs of thugs in the city right on their heads like cutting off the head of a snake. The thugs hold almost all the economic, social and political lines that make the lower classes miserable and the upper classes more powerful. How not, according to his own experience, since the past these thugs are used by groups of people in power to launch all activities they take and suck the profits up to the crumbs.
Sarti heard that there were three strong men who controlled almost half of the city. The rest are contested by three to four groups. The three people who control almost half of the city are the head of the thugs and the second people are Marsudi and Affandi. They are also assisted by another figure who is considered mysterious, named Kardiman Setil who is nicknamed Si UZI. The latter is known by the nickname because he is a hitman who often kills his victims by showering the body of the poor man with bullets from his UZI weapon.
These three people were close friends, it could even be considered brothers. All three are also in fact strong people who have great power in the territory they control. This meant that with the three gathered together at one time, it was easy for Sarti to complete his mission without needing to linger. One paddle, two three islands are surpassed. One shot, two birds died.
Actually Sarti had seen Marsudi and Affandi from afar. That was when he broke into a drug warehouse backed by several police officers and thugs Martudi's men. At that time, however, he did not have much time to do. His decision to assassinate the leaders was eventually overturned. Sarti then saw the two people again in this place yesterday. While one more person with them has been confirmed is Kardiman Setil.
If there were no sudden calls in his repeated dreams, he would not leave the city and go to the edge of the city. There is a more important mission that must be completed by a village called Obong, as explained by his dream two months ago. This message he got many times. His disguise in this food stall to investigate everything related to Obong village turned out to bring benefits to him, the three people he was looking for came by itself.
He himself was astonished, what business the three men had to do to the outskirts of the city without any escort at all. Are they not also the people most desired by their enemies? Isn't that what you call free food? This even became the thing that made Sarti interested and curious. Two months ago if he had met them in person under these circumstances, he would have definitely finished them off without a second thought. But now, he would follow them to find out first what they really were
plan for. After all, he did not leave this area, where he was bound by his mission which would and should be completed.
Sarti is slim and tends to be petite. A pair of chest though dense, but not so big. This actually gave him a huge advantage so it was easy for him to move nimbly. Both his arms and a pair of legs were very hard and clayy. His face that seems naughty and seductive or suddenly turned plain and pure will be able to deceive anyone. Throughout history, Sarti was one of the most dangerous women in the archipelago for many times her life hundreds of years.
As usual, he was currently nodding his hair tightly. Then he wore knee-length tights and a pair of strappy sandals that tied up his calves. Blood-colored silat silk clothes covered his body. A part of the dangling cloth covered his thigh, where he hung a celurit on his right waist. He also put a short spear on his back. As a finishing touch, he wore an emotionless white banner mask and small eyes lined up to cover his identity.
Aji Saifi Wind works to varying degrees. What people don't really notice is that using this devotion is not easy. Although a swordsman or a hero who mastered this study can move quickly like the wind, it does not mean he can not be tired. He must also be able to control his movements and emotions so that this study is not wrongly used. Just imagine when a person with a human biological state that does not allow his body to receive a strong wind, must be able to regulate how to run in such a way so that his body is not destroyed or unequal.
That night, Sarti breathed in, cast a spell and jumped off a cliff behind the food stall where he worked. His body floated lightly, as light as cotton. It is actually riding the wind. His concentration made his body flutter in the air like riding a giant bird.
This is the basis of the science of saifi wind, not just running quickly or looking like disappearing, a swordsman uses the wind as his vehicle. It runs lightly on the weeds, using it as a focus. He also jumped, jumping between rocks and trees. Sometimes he reflects his body by pushing it against the ground or a large tree trunk. All of this requires exceptional shrewdness and dexterity. Saifi Wind only gives a light body and moving speed, the rest of the user who must train it well if not want to hit hard and dangerous objects or bablas thrown down the cliff.
After running in between the air for some time, Sarti decided to take a break in the second village. He did not see the van stop at the first village before reaching Obong village, so he decided to continue and precede the car to the second village, where he could rest first.
Strangely enough, after some time, the van he was waiting for did not come. Surely they stopped in the middle of the road or there was some kind of disturbance. Want to not want Santi back flashed back in the direction he came earlier to find out where the van was. He will be very upset and disappointed if it turns out that the van in which there are the three most sought after people stopped somewhere and carry out a secret activity they do not know.
Sarti continued her search and stopped in one place. There is something strange about these slender trees. Over the course of many hundreds of years, he had experienced all kinds of things related to black magic and occult science. Although he was not blessed and never studied the occult in particular, he himself died and came back to life, rising from the grave in a supernatural way. Therefore, his instinct for mystical things has been well honed.
Sarti touched the hilt of the celurit and his short spear on his back at once. There's something behind those trees. He could feel it, a kind of faint yet special energy as if flickering.