THE SUN GOD SWORD
Death Wingkar

Right at midnight, Sungsang Geni woke up from his sleep. The man's gaze swept across the bedroom, watching closely what was going on. But there was nothing, he did not see any strange things except Commander Ireng who slept snoring on his bed.

“Any...I heard someone call my name?” thought the young man. "Is it just a dream, but why is it so obvious?"

The current atmosphere was slightly dim, there was only the illumination of the oil candle on the round table. However, the atmosphere is slightly cooler than on the outer surface, perhaps because it is in the sea.

“The young man then moved from the bed, taking a small walk looking at the ceiling of his room. The fish with glowing eyes came as a surprise to the young man, something that made his feelings a little disturbed.

Long enough, until the young man saw an old human figure in all-white clothes playing with a sword. This was clearly just his feelings alone, or his slightly wrong eye view.

Clearly Sungsang Geni's gaze was fixed on the wall of the room, only now that the wall was no longer there, changing with white light that formed a large vortex. inside that vortex, it was, Sungsang Geni found an old man practicing the sword very skillfully.

Sungsang Geni blinked for a few times, even his two hands were used to rub his eyelids, afraid that this was just an illusion. But no, the more he blinked the more clearly the old man looked. With a white-colored sword, he leaped softly and quickly like a marching cloud sword technique.

The longer the whirlpool of white light gets brighter, enlarging to swallow the entire room. Now the young man had been somewhere, filled with a bright light. The vast plains are surrounded by hills and rare high trees.

This time Sungsang Geni did not blink an inch, he instead opened his eyes wide capturing all the movements the old man displayed.

“This cloud sword technique is marching?” the young man of the sun. “Yes, but there are some parts that I did not learn, is it possible..”.

“Do you see it?” asked the old man, stopping for a moment as if he heard the small mutterings of Sungsang Geni. “ What I use is the core of the marching cloud sword.”.

Sungsang Geni was surprised not to be a bitch, it is clear that some days he tried to find the core of the technique, but did not manage to find it.

“You are Sri Jaya Nasa?” ask Sungsang Geni.

The old man smiled only, nodded slowly then approached Sungsang Geni. He has small eyes but very sharp, his hair is shoulder-length with a pure white color.

His beard was even longer, almost touching his stomach. The thing that was rarely seen by Sungsang Geni was; this old man had bushy eyebrows again long, and also ear holes that had feathers, hair, similar to the fur in the ear hole of a tiger or cat.

“For a long time swordsmanship was neatly stored, my death even as if it were second to none. Three of my disciples clashed, and destroyed the sword technique I created. It's really sad, I don't think humans haven't changed from era to age even though civilization is a little more advanced.”

“Ma'forgive servant Eyang, but the intention of the servant to learn the pedagogue of the Sapuan Jagat solely to defeat the slack, the darkness that appears on the face of this earth," Sungsang Geni periodically slow down, the, while bowing his body saluting.

The old man smiled back, as if he knew all the thoughts of Sungsang Geni. “Sweeping techniques can only be learned by virtuous people. I will show you, if your heart is clean enough all these movements will you remember but if your heart is dirty, all this is just a mere spectacle without being stored in your heart and mind.”

Sungsang Geni simply nodded and fell silent without knowing what to answer, at a time like this he even thought it was not worth it to master the technique. There was fear in his heart, whether he was really clean-spirited or perhaps dirty.

“Are you ready?” ask Eyang Sri Jaya Nasa.

“I'm ready Eyang..”

The old man smiled slightly, took a few steps back then moved swiftly swinging his white sword. He moves faster then faster and harder. Any intended movement will probably make the entire joint in the body work harder than before.

The old man jumped on the clouds, like perched on the wind. He swooped down quickly, but just stopped when the tip of his sword blade almost hit the ground level. Just as big as a hair, the old man's sword eyes were from the ground.

Sungsang Geni gulped his saliva, almost in disbelief at such a speed it could stop abruptly. Not yet there, Sri Jaya Nasa then released a powerful slash towards Sungsang Geni.

The roar of energy shot out even faster, making the sun youth not wince. He does not know what to do, dodging may not have time to fend off even may not be able to.

But before an attack like a sickle's eye almost grabbed his head, it suddenly stopped suddenly exactly one finger in the middle of Sungsang Geni's neck shaft. The young man was clearly sweating coldly, despite being only a single finger as if the slash had beheaded him.

“The essence of the sword is, slashing what must be slashed, and forgiving who deserves to be forgiven.” Sri Jaya Nasa said with a hoarse tone. “If you cannot stop the slash that leads to the neck of your enemy, then your sword loses its forgiving nature.”

Impossible, inner Sungsang Geni screeched. How could one stop an arrow that had already escaped from its bow? But Sri Jaya Nasa showed it now, right in front of her own. How could a quick and powerful strike that escaped from the sword, be impossible to stop.

“Every movement should blend with your thoughts and feelings, as if the sword is part of your hand, part of your eye and also part of your heart.” Sri Jaya Nasa raised the sword to the side, instantly the sword energy similar to the sickle eye moved to the side and disappeared into a grain of bright light.

The two core movements displayed by Sri Jaya Nasa were puncture and also slash, but this time she showed one that might not be related to the sword. The old man stuck his white sword right in front.

With sharp eyes, he fused two palms together in front of his chest. Instantly the aura from his body crept out powerfully making strong tremors around Sungsang Geni. The old man's body was like steam.

“Note this matter carefully Geni..” he said.

Sungsang Geni just nodded slowly, the atmosphere on the spot became very heavy. A minute later from the old man's body, energy came out like hundreds of streaks of bright light. Every light is very sharp.

The light slashed at whatever it passed, the trees far away at the end of the eye. Small hills passed, dozens of siring created from the energy radiance. The attack range was extremely wide, again extremely powerful. Until the time came, dozens of streaks of light reached the body of Sungsang Geni.

But strangely, even the slightest bit of the young man's body was not injured, not even a single strand of thread from his shirt was broken. “This is the culmination of the Sweep of the Jagat, a Sword that can cut anything but can also save anyone.”

Once again Sungsang Geni gulped bitterly, it was obvious that he could not do that.

***

All the explanations spoken, as well as all the movements shown by Sri Jaya Nasa have been absorbed by Sungsang Geni without significant difficulties. Until the day began to come, the old man decided to return to the realm of nirvana calmly.

“I explained everything to you, now you have to train it. And remember one thing young people, even if you have extraordinary strength, this world needs peace, so use your strength to make it happen.”

“I will use this power on the path of truth, will I remember all your messages Eyang Sri Jaya Nasa.”

“Once again, in order for the Sweepstakes Technique to be maximized, you must have a very large energy.” The old man then smiled a little. “Connect with your sword young man.!”.

After that, the originally bright world returned to budding. The vortex of light was slowly small and disappeared in front of Sungsang Geni along with the magical figure of Sri Jaya Nasa. Now lives his room which is now starting to be exposed to light.

“Day is ready?” the young man muttered a little, turning his head towards Commander Ireng but the big black wolf was no longer in its place. “She woke up first, is her condition better?”

***

“My son, listen to your father..” Wangkar tried to control his son's situation. “I know you can't wait to attack Surasena, but think again! We don't have enough troops, while Surasena must have allies?”

But the word of Wingkar is only answered with a stranglehold on his neck. The Toxic Mask flashed a sinister smile, from behind his lips two sharp fangs as if ready to tear the king's neck.

“No one can oppose my decision.” the sound of the Toxic Mask sounds heavy again deafening eardrum. “After all my troops are formed, I will destroy this plain and its entire human body. So now old man, listen to me carefully, if you don't shut up I'll make sure you die. And one thing, your son is gone.”

Wingkar could not answer the words Poisonous Mask, his neck was suffocating very strongly. His tongue almost stuck out with the eye seeds swerving upwards.

“You understand?” ask the Toxic Mask.

“A...a...ak..aku...” to continue his sentence, Wingkar nodded his head in understanding.

His son threw the body of Wingkar to the floor of the Palace, bouncing about five fathoms away and crashing right at the mast of the building. From the mouth of Wingkar came red blood mixed with water. Of course he grimaced in pain, the trunk of his neck like it would be crushed in the hands of his son.

Even though according to Mask Bercun he did not expend energy when throwing his own father, but the effect caused was quite severe. At least Wingkar has a minor internal injury at this time.

“Now get you out of my sight!” snarl Toxic Mask.

With a heavy heart Wingkar limped away from the Poisonous Mask with a wailful lament. Is that the child he is proud of? Wangkar never expected the state of his son was like demonic possession. A devil?

Wangkar almost forgot that he was indeed allied with the devil to carry out his evil plan to conquer Surasena. Right, that decision seems to have resulted in regret at this time.

“Darkness has taken advantage of me..” lamented Singkar, walking hastily towards the building, the intention of the heart wants to meet his three friends.

But after opening the door, the three friends in question no longer existed. Wangkar looked to several places, until he realized three of his friends must have left him at this time.

“What kind of friends are you three?” Wingkar sat bemoaning the nasip.. “Oh no, they are certainly not friends. They were friends with me for expecting rewards after the Demon Bats could rule the world. This is wrong, this is completely wrong.”

Wingkar did not think long, so he walked ignorantly out of the Demon Bat territory without any provisions. Dozens of soldiers did not even care much for the man, as if Wingkar was just a fly ago.

Ever since her Son gained the power of the Moon Goddess, no one has looked at her at this time. Let alone respect, consider his existence in this place is gone.

Under these circumstances, for some reason the face of his wife and daughter came haunting. This made him a little afraid, Wangkar had subverted his family's life just because of the ambition of having peerless power.

“Go...go you from here..” Pekik Wingkar slapped his own head several times. “Do not disturb me..you go from here..”.

“Valgar....Wingkarr...we come to Wingkar..” such a sound is so clear in the ears of the Ringkar.

“We have come to take your life.. we have come to Singkar..”.

“No, stop..I will not die, I do not want to die. Go all you bastard ghosts.” But the man's words were just a con man like crazy, he hit his head even harder than before. Not even reluctant to take a piece of stone, hit the side of the forehead so that the voices in his head immediately disappear, but it did not work.

“My husband, today you must die. You must die to atone for all your sins.”

Not just the faces of the family, one by one the faces of the people he had killed came haunting. At the view of Wingkar, everyone is spooky-faced with many scars and all-black clothes. They came strangling, so Wingkar held the strangulation on his neck.

But apparently, the stronger he held back the chirping of the ghosts the louder. The circle squirms, sticks out its tongue, rolls on new ground then its eyes glare upward. Dead wing killed by a ghost? no, actually he died from strangling his own neck, it's just that the man's feelings of ghosts were suffocating him.

The king's death was on the side of the path, on the edge of it there was a wilderness while it was right beside his left there was the lip of the ravine. No one took care of the body, so a few minutes later a pack of wild animals came sniffing.

The body of the Wingkar becomes a delicious meal for them, with nothing left but scattered bones.

Away from this world, the darkness smiled faintly at the actions of that king.

Note: You may ask, toothache medicine no? This hammer feels broken, sleep was not soundly.