The Warrior Of The Seven Swords

The Warrior Of The Seven Swords
Network of Past Events


In the middle of the forest precisely on top of the hill Damar still remains meditated with so focus. Everything is not separated from the supervision of the father.


But suddenly Damar was restless, something came to his mind. As much as possible, he refocused his mind. Staying overnight again, Damar did not want to fail in his meditation which would have been seven days. One door he's going through, then he's going to try to let go of everything. Let go of his ego, let go of all his feelings.


But the shadow is really disturbing. He saw two men and two women. His age may be like his aunt and uncle - they seem happy when carrying a baby. But before long the baby was mennagis because the man and woman fell down covered in blood. Their bodies were struck by a long sword.


Damar's tears immediately poured down his cheeks. Ki Prama was surprised to see Damar. However, he could not wake his son from the mediation or what Damar had done for almost a week would be in vain.


Ki Prama touches Damar's back and drains something into the boy's body. Damar felt a warm feeling running through his body. He also felt a sense of comfort there.


Damar also refocused on his semen and Ki Prama continued to watch over and guard Damar until the semedi was completed.


The dawn was scorching, the morning chill and the wet smell of dew signified the night was over. A noble warm feeling infiltrates the sidelines of the body. The sound of birds chirping at each other said.


Ki Prama smiled, Semedi is running smoothly without a significant disturbance.


" Open your eyes, your mediocrity is over. Congratulations on making it through this early stage, son."


Damar smiled faintly. He opened his eyes slowly. The teenager narrowed his eyes slightly when exposed to the rays of the sun. He blinked his eyes to adapt a little to the light he had not seen for a week.


Damar then began to move to straighten his legs. Something strange, he did not feel the slightest aching. Just a little tired, hungry and thirsty of course.


Kruuuuk


The loud voice of Damar's stomach was heard to Ki Prama's ears. The middle-aged man smiled. He also gave food and drinks that he had taken at home just before Damar finished meditating.


" Eat the le. Recover your energy first. Tomorrow we'll start practicing."


" Good fag."


Damar eats voraciously but stays at a slow tempo. He really did not rush even though his stomach was empty for a week. The teenage boy ate as necessary and ended it when he felt enough.


" It's been romo."


" Well, someone wants to ask. Why were you crying?"


Damar fell silent, he recalled the shadow that appeared in front of him. A chain of events made her tears fall down her cheeks.


" I saw a series of events. Looks like a couple who are so happy with a baby. But the happiness was gone because suddenly the body fell drenched in blood because of the slash of the sword. The baby cried and after that lost its shadow when the father touched my back."


" Alright, get rid of what you see first. You need to focus on your practice first."


" Good fag."


Despite that, Damar felt strange. How could he be so sad when he saw the shadow. Even his heart ached as if it was sliced by a sharp sword.


Damar took his deep breath in and threw it away slowly. He tried to regulate his emotions so as not to be affected by the shadow of the event. He needs to refocus on his training.


The night before, the day was really only used for rest. Now both Ki Prama and Damar can lay down their bodies to sleep.


" Sleep first le."


" Njiih romo."


Damar closed his eyes, not long after the child was asleep too. Ki Prama looked at every line of Damar's face, everything looked like Wiradarma. However, Damar's eyes inherit Gayatri's eyes.


Look Wira, Gayatri, your son has grown up. It grows very well. And if you look, his face looks a lot like. The combination of your faces. Apparently he himself could see past events that befell him. Although still a piece of pieces. I hope that doesn't bother him. Your boys are amazing.


Ki Prama rubbed Damar's head gently. He loved his son, though not the result of his seed. Even Ki Prama promised to protect Damar until the end of his life. And, for the near future he should be able to pass down the science of the legendary pednag to Damar. Although he is still 14 years old, Ki Prama believes Damar will be able to master it well as increasing the level of canuragan science owned.


The level of science is divided into 10 levels and 4 sub-sections.


The initial level is he who has the science of kanurgan tingat 1,2 and 3. At this level a new person can channel his inner energy to protect themselves. If you fight the enemy then the enemy will only feel aching if it gets an attack from this initial level.


The middle level is the sudha has levels of 4.5 and 6. At this level they can begin to use kanuragan science to paralyze the enemy. In a sense they can injure the enemy using their inner strength which will make the musub feel pain all over the body. Like a rock, cracks will appear outside it.


The upper level is that which has a level of canuragan science 7, 8 and 9. At this level they can already make the enemy's internal organs injured to cause death. If likened to a stone, there will be cracks inside and even destroyed in it. The enemy can lose his life when he gets an attack from this level of canuragan science.


Their temour abilities also have a longer duration. Swordsmen who are at this level even have an instinct that is so sharp their bodies become more sensitive to others. Even they can analyze the level of laean kanuragan science so that they can be more vigilant when dealing with.


And the last level of kanuragan 0, open 10. This is the highest level. It can be said that the science of canuragan is an infinite level. Swordsman who has the science of kanuragan level 0 is an invincible pndekar. And in this world no one has reached this level. Level 0 is a difficult level because people who are at this level have absolutely no worldly desires. I have no emotions, no ambition.


Currently, the powerful swordsman mandraguna is still on level 9. While the average teacher in all courses is at level 8.


TB