TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)

TIKAM SAMURAI :EPISODE 1 (WASHING THE FACE WITH BLOOD)
Samurai rats (EPISODE 26)KILL THE NATION'S TRAITORS


Blood spurt from their bodies. Now the Bungsu is upright on the upload of his money with an attitude like an eagle ready to snatch his prey. His samurai stretched out across his chest. The samurai were covered in blood. His eyes stared intently at the fat Babah.


”Whoever moves to pull out a weapon or intends to run or scream, I will take his life. Upright in your place all right!” Said the young man slowly. His voice was cold and full of threats. Ichi's officer who had originally intended to pull out the gun, was stunned. His hand stopped on the handle of his gun. This young man's threat shook his heart. But the distance between him and the young man was quite far. His body is protected by the body of a woman. He must be safe if he pulls the gun secretly and then shoots him at the nape of this young boy. He intends to carry out his purpose.


But for some reason he suddenly hesitated. Therefore he beckoned with eyes to Baribeh. Baribeh understood the signal. The man then spoke to distract the Bungsu.


”Bungsu, don't make a mess here. You will not be able to escape look, this house has been surrounded ..”


And that's when Ichi's gun came out of the scabbard. The gun he's gonna pick up. Unfortunately he did not know that this young man was not the same as most other young Malays. This young man had been training his senses in the mountain for two more years. He has escaped the wild life


it takes a lot of hard work to survive. He was able to survive in the midst of the fierce wild wilderness. Living in the midst of the law of the jungle. Only the strong deserve to live. The weak must be willing to become the victim for his strong survival.


In life in the wilderness, strength alone is not a guarantee to be able to extend life. Strong without ingenuity can be ridiculous. Strong and clever also not necessarily able to survive. Awareness and sharpness of foreboding and hearing are needed. How do we know a snake that moves without sound will attack us?


How to know a tiger that will pounce on its prey, which moves as light as cotton without being seen and unheard by the prey to be pounced on. Creatures in the jungle need the sharpness of foreboding and hearing to survive. This is what matters, not just strength.


Birds, squirrels or deer, are weak creatures without power. But they can thrive and not be extinct in the wilds filled with such savagery thanks to their keen hearing and premonition. That is what the Bungsu learned during his two-year exile in Mount Sago. He is determined to stay alive at least until his family's grudge is avenged. If a bird or a deer can live, why not as a reasonable human being? If they have hearing acuity, why can't he imitate it? So he lived in the jungle while drawing a lot of wisdom from ancient animals.


Turns out he came out as a winner. Stay alive until now. That's what happened at that fat house. When Ichi pulled the gun, the Bungsu's ear, which was able to hear the falling leaves even while on the mountain, also heard a hard object being pulled from the nest. His hunch is working soon. That thing if not a knife must be a gun. In a very short time, he threw himself backward. His back was breaking the floor. Then his legs rolled up. The gun exploded. But the bullet hit an empty spot. Twice rolling very fast, the Bungsu passed the upright woman in front of Ichi.


An upright soldier on the side of Ichi actually gaped staring at the body of the officer who fell down with the body almost split in two. But his fate is also unlucky. His skull was grabbed by the samurai Bungsu. His head rolled down before his body reached the floor. Die.


The women on the strangulation. The Bungsu stood facing the fat Babah. Babah was surprised to see his speed. While Baribeh and


juling straight up against the wall behind Babah.They face pale in fear. Never did they imagine in the least, that the young people they had lanyau in Surau when they lost gambling first would be this great.


”Hmm, you don't lag much in front of we. Lu we make chicken cut”. Said the Babah with a bad grin. The youngest looked at him unblinking. His usual gentle shining eyes now lit a fierce fire of fury. The samurai turned in front of his chest. He stood up with a stout attitude. Then came his voice echoing, cold and flat.


”Fat, you lived in my country before I was born. Maybe you even lived from your ancestors here. Here you live and earn a living. Have you ever bullied a child of this country? Have you ever been prevented from making a living? Never, right? We consider you part of our society. We both deserve to live and seek life in this country. But what are you doing now to repay the kindness of this country's children? Who has kindly accepted you live some offspring peacefully in this country?”


He stopped for a moment, then:


”It turns out you betrayed this country to Japan. You are an enemy in a blanket to the children of the land who have lived with you for decades. Absolutely a bad attitude. For money you will do anything. But for God's sake, you must die tonight. Should, Fat!”


This young man's oath inevitably makes Babah's nape feather goosebumps. The Baribeh and the Juling did not dare to dwell. Upright sculpting with a shivering body on the edge of the wall. These two Minang men until they pee in their pants. The fat Babah seems to also know that the young man in front of him is not only bluffing. The young man was able to do it. Therefore he began to attack, his body like disappearing in a beam wrap. Not playing fast, he's moving. The Bungsu for a moment became stunned. He's not a fighter, what should he do?


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