Village Swordsman
The Red Stone Arc of Pomegranates: Maung Bodas IV

A gentle breeze hit the two of them, the leaves fell down, their moods in vigilance.

At the moment, Ilham is in a position to attack Omar at any time. Omar himself was standing upright without the horses, his hands folded under his chest.

"so yeah. So, you've completed the final stage of collecting carbon dioxide while in the air while avoiding my slash with your ability. I inhaled it unwittingly right then and there."

Omar was still discussing the matter, Ilham just smiled thinly on the spot, he did not attack him suddenly as a form of respect and maintain his pride.

"And when I sighed before launching a continuous attack, it turned out to be an early sign that I was starting to lack oxygen."

Omar looked at him sharply, nodding slowly, meaning that he was ready to start the next round. In the blink of an eye Ilham hit him, giving a slash strike twisting from the right. Omar managed to dodge it, and Ilham continued with a slash from top to bottom in front of him twice, it continued from the right side and left side tilted twice each and ended with a twisting slash like before.

"He attacked me with attacks that I gave him, but it increased. His fighting style as a copycat must be very careful." Think of Omar when he survives the attack that Inspiration gives.

The attacks of Ilham are a copy of the attack that Omar gave him, Ilham imitated it very exactly even better, he increased it from the speed and accuracy also the reflex.

Omar was forced to continue to avoid, evade, and keep his distance with a few scratches on his body. His condition is currently still recovering, he still needs a few minutes more.

"That's why you smiled at that time, right?"

Hearing his words made Ilham suddenly stop his attack for a moment to answer him.

"It seems like the teacher has misunderstood."

"What! misunderstand?"

They looked at each other, Omar looked curious from his expression.

Omar wondered in his own mind, "Does he still have other plans that have not been revealed?" he watched his movements, "No, there seems to be another meaning to his smile just now.but, what?" he held his beard.

"The reason I smiled at you has nothing to do with the plans I made."

"God! Then the real reason is because of what?"

"I smiled because ...."

Omar swallowed his saliva, Ilham slowly answered him.

"Because, what?"

Inspiration was about to laugh but he held it to a smile.

"Because I saw the ******teacher's chest with a graffiti, and at first glance I saw the writing of my mother's name there."

"E-"

Omar fell silent in shock and Ilham nodded slowly with a full smile.

"EEHH!??"

Shouted Omar who was shocked to make Ali and Raj glance at them and then continue. Raj looks bloody from his mouth and his eyes are so sharp and with a somewhat irritated cold expression.

Omar was reflexively holding his chest to cover it, his face looks blushed embarrassed with reddened cheeks.

"You see her??"

His heavy voice instantly changed somewhat.

"Yes, I saw it clearly because of our clothes like this."

The embarrassed Omar held his forehead while looking down.

"He saw! so because of that he smiled. astaghfirullah, I was embarrassed.what should I say in this condition."

Ilham slightly shook his head and asked, "Sorry teacher, it seems like I said something that makes the teacher uncomfortable."

"No, it's okay. I'm just a little surprised. Just a little."

"No, it turns out to be just a shock.well, I understand."

"iya-iya, really. just a little shocked. haha."

Ilham no longer had a problem with it but Omar was still thinking about it.

"I should have just cleaned it up, but as a punishment from him I was forbidden to remove it and was forbidden to break it. Just because losing a friendly game makes me now confused. What if he asks again, what should I explain."

Their silat training clothes did not use a button shirt, but with a triangular collar that covered one part of the other, and Omar's clothes wider collar until his burly cleavage was clearly visible, brave and brave with some cuts on his chest.

"Let's continue our match Master." Inspiration put up his horses again.

"a- yes. Come here!"

Omar also began to put up his horses.

"Thank God he didn't ask again, and luckily my energy has recovered."

Omar closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opening his eyes when he was ready.

"We'll end it as soon as possible!" Rigorously.

"Yes, Master."

They then ran at each other quickly and attacked each other with a burning vigor between the two.

Ilham was still carrying out the mock attack that Omar had previously given him. This allows Omar to predict his next attack, but his attack is further enhanced at a speed 3 times faster.

"Switch Steps: Star Pattern!"

He attacked him with 7 star pattern slashes from every corner of Omar, and all he did was dodge, duck, dodge him. He managed to survive the attack even though it was 3 times faster, better, stronger.

"I realized that even this quick attack was still not enough to defeat Master. But ...." Think Inspiration while continuing to attack.

Omar smiled slightly, "He's getting more aggressive, it's interesting" he said.

Omar wanted to counter-attack but Ilham did not give him a gap and he was very aggressive and responsive, making the possibility of a counter-attack.

"Now is the time, the Sword Style...."

Inspiration strengthens the grip on the sword to the back of the shoulders and strengthens the horses.

"Maung's claws!"

He gave slashes left and right cross, Omar dodged back and tried to pull him over with his arms crossed, but it turned out that the attack just hit his shirt which became torn across.

"Quick! She hit my shirt first before I could pull her off?" Omar surprised.

Although he was hit by an attack until his clothes were torn, his body suffered injuries from this attack.

Ilham immediately continued with a horizontal straight-line slash that managed to tear off part of Omar's arm collar until he almost lost his balance.

Omar is not worried about his condition but about the graffiti on his body. He watched carefully every movement of Inspiration from his eyes and body to predict the next attack.

And lastly, Inspiration gives the slash of a straight vertical line which turns out to be ... Omar managed to dodge sideways and hold Ilham's right arm, making him look surprised but still with a beautiful smile.

"MaasyaAllah." the compliment.

Omar smiled, "Your impersonation technique is getting scarier, my student."

Omar then gave a punch that leads to his stomach, Ilham deliberately threw the other sword to the side when the punch was about to be given, as a result Omar was polished the sword and the punch was missed.

"God, these are all gifts from God."

After that Ilham retaliated with a crescent kick that was deflected with Omar's foot.

"Yes, it's true, but unfortunately, it's enough here."

Omar pressed down on Ilham's hand which he held until he made his sword slip from his grasp. Omar immediately took it quickly and kicked the center point of Ilham's lower leg, it knocked down his balance until he fell.

"Did!?" Inspiration looks surprised at the moments will fall.

"It's over!" omar pointed his sword at Ilham.

Ilham was about to fall under Omar, and for a moment they smiled at each other while looking at each other with a satisfied expression.

Before Ilham's body actually touched the ground, his hands first touched him, then unexpectedly he also gave a proper top kick on Omar's chin.

"Ugh!"

Not until there, Ilham then pulled Omar's leg so that he also fell to the ground with him.

"Astaghfi.itemy!"

Omar controls his body as it falls so as not to cause any injuries.

Finally the position of the two were both lying down, they looked at the ceiling while adjusting their breath.

"Now we draw, teacher."

Omar wiped his lips with his hand, "I guessed it. From the beginning until now a little careless at the last moment can indeed be fatal." he also laughed with Ilham.

"But in addition, he was able to easily pull my 117kg body down. Slowly he got closer to being able to surpass me, even though the journey was still long."

The two then wake up to sit and look at each other for a moment, they immediately laugh freely to see the condition of each other.

"So it was an amazing fight, my student. You got your teacher into a fuss, even more so with the carbon dioxide technique you did before, it was really great."

"Yes, I agree, guru.all by the permission of God who has allowed us to do so. But, ..why does the guru still hold back? it wasn't anything, was it?"

They stared for a moment with a rather intimidating ambient aura.winds brushed their hair and leaves fell down because of it.

Omar smiled, "It's all just an exercise to defend yourself and survive. The origin will probably be even more than all the exercises that we live. What is certain is that your development has been very good from before. And after all, it is not just me who is holding back here, right?"

"I've done it seriously to the best of my ability."

"Seriously what you're saying isn't really serious. If you're really serious, you should have used that style back then, not copied all of my attack moves."

Ilham smiled faintly and looked at the green grass beneath him, "There's no way I can use it at the present moment.I've really put in the best I can in the match earlier."

Ilham was instantly silent for a moment and Omar took off his torn clothes and tried to cover up the scribble by tying his shirt to his chest.

"Hm! That's how it is."

Inspiration turned, "I'm sorry, I've ruined the teacher's shirt." he lowered his head.

"No need to think about it. I'm glad that you mastered how to damage an opponent's clothes without having to hurt him with a sword."

Omar held onto his head Ilham and slightly stroked him, Ilham was a little shocked from his expression. Omar smiled warmly, Ilham who saw him also smiled.

Omar stopped stroking it and looked at the falling leaves.

"You are someone who is very similar to the characteristics he says."

Omar's face looked rather grim but he smiled, between happy and sad to be one.

"Heady? You mean the master master teacher when he was young?"

Omar nodded, his gaze turning towards the clouds that at first glance he saw the faint shadow of his teacher Omar's face, without him noticing his tears dripping but his mouth was smiling.

Inspiration only looks at it and looks at the clouds.

"I may have never told you in detail. But, because of his merit we can reach this point. Martial arts, affirming piety, and mental strengthening, all he taught to me and Ali. And we also taught back to the villagers one of them you, Ilham."

Omar then turned his head and looked at Ilham, saying.

"You are one of the greatest hopes of all my students, as well as my only proud son!"

His words made the atmosphere between them a little awkward, silent and only returned with a smile.

"Use the abilities you have on the right path. Do everything you do because of God. It will bring peace and blessings and safety." said Omar, who advised him from the heart.

"Alright, master teacher. I understand, and I will do with sincerity and patience." Ilham put on his special smile.

"Yes, I'm counting on you with the others."

They do right hand tos.

"Well, I've won 228, drawn 9, and lost 2." Omar moved from his seat.

Inspiration came along, "It's been 10 years until now and I've only won 2 times." he saw his arm and clenched it, "My journey is still long, teacher" he said.

"As long as you're consistent then you'll continue to grow and open your boundaries to become a winner." Advice from Omar.

"Slightly yet consistently better than a few days but excessively." Say them together and then laugh for a while.

Omar patted Ilham on the back of the shoulder, "Alright, now let's take shelter under the tree while looking at the fight"

His words came to a halt when he heard a shout from Raj who was hitting the ground. They both looked at him and watched him from a distance.

"DAMN! FUCKIN' SHIT! SHIT!!!"

His sense of urgency was passionate after he lost and was beside Ali's feet. Ali's gaze was on him looks cynical.

The two of them then looked at the intimidating expressions and auras of the two, but Ali looked as if he was disappointed.

"I'm tired of seeing scenes like this. It's still 10 years too soon for you to truly surpass me." Assertive Ali with her heavy tone voice and cold expression intimidated.

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