Story of Mystery 2
The God Slaying Sword

The young man sat in front of the two bodies. One was a young woman, and the other was the corpse of a child who was probably only five years old.

The rest of the tears were still visible on her cheeks. She cried long enough. His throat was screaming hysterically. His dead wife and son did not rise again.

He leaned his son's body, carried to the back of the house that had been ravaged like a storm. Then he also brought his wife's body, put it next to the child. Then he took a hoe, he painstakingly dug up the ground, making a final resting place for his son and wife.

The sun has fallen on the western horizon. The birds fly back to the nest. Sitting alone the young man in front of a reddened mound of earth. His heart was painful, wound like in seyat sembilu. I don't know what he's thinking right now, his life might not be the same. Since two loved ones are gone forever.

His memory was looking at the events of the afternoon. He was busy in the field taking care of plants, his eyes were cursory looking towards the village, seeing white smoke billowing. A fire? Surprised, he immediately ran away from the field.

Arriving at the village, all was late, the houses were burned and some were ravaged. The bodies of the villagers were lying on the road. And in the courtyard of his house, he saw... The young man bowed his face, tears flowing down his cheeks, not strong he with the reality that happened....

Time crept quickly, the sounds of night birds and gawks were sometimes heard. The man standing up. His feet stepped in the middle of the night. The fires that burned some of the houses had been extinguished, but the bodies that lay in the streets were not taken care of. Let him, he doesn't care, his strength won't be possible.

What he was thinking about now was leaving his village. The longer it is there will only make his heart more painful. Nothing to expect there. Everything is dead.

Clearly, the one who massacred all the residents including his family was not just one person. Must be a bunch of inhumane savages. People who have intelligence, and consider themselves great.

The world will never be okay if it is still inhabited by knowledgeable people. They must be destroyed!

It might be strange, but that's what flashed through the mind of that young man named Waja. The events experienced create heartache and revenge. Revenge on everyone with silat.

His feet continued to step, away from his hometown. The night he doesn't care. Many times he stumbled and fell, quickly standing back.

His steps reached the edge of the village boundary forest, but Waja did not stop his way, he continued to break through the thick trees, entering without the slightest fear.

Suddenly a silver light shot out from the sky, Waja who was under the trees could still see the dimple of that light.

Clrr! Dharrr!

The light fell not far from where Waja was standing, causing tremors until the young man fell down. What'sthat!? He rises.

Stepping twenty spears, he saw something amazing. A gloved sword stuck in the ground.The silver glower enveloped the sword rod. Boldly approaching. His hand grabbed the handle of the sword made of metal. Akhs! His palm touched the hot iron. Waja retreated, trying to take off the sword, but he failed, as if it was clinging tightly to the hand.

Akh! Back he screamed. Now not only his hands were hot, but his whole body was like burning, white smoke billowing from all parts of his body, his skin blistered red. So strong to bear the pain, his body twitched, and he slammed into a fainting spell.

Some time later, the white smoke that enveloped Waja gradually disappeared. The young man's body moved back, with difficulty he stood up. The sword, still clinging to his grasp. He saw the sword of his invention. A sword with a pointed tip, silver in color, with a black stroke. As he was engrossed in observing the sword, a single snapping sound rang out.

"Put down the sword!"

Waja turning around. Not far in front of him stood a man, thin in stature, wearing all red clothes, his face was misty, his hair was partially bleached. A stick was slung across his back.

"No." replied Waja slowly. Courage simply appeared with the sword in his hand.

"Put down the young man! The sword is dangerous!" the order of the newcomer once again.

Instead of complying, Waja even pointed a sword at the red shirt. "You are a learned man! You must die!"

The newcomer was surprised by the bravery of the young man in front of him. His left hand hit to the side, sounding like the sound of a hurricane.

Cracks!

The tree twice the arms of the adult man collapsed in its blow.

"Put that sword young man, you don't know the danger!"

Waja grinned, he was not at all daunted by the red shirt snapping. His body suddenly leaped forward, the sword swinging across.

The red shirt was about to jump back, but his legs seemed to be stuck unable to move, he quickly grabbed the spear on his back and parried.

Crass! Akh!

The sword in Waja's hand was strange, able to pierce through the spear, its sabetage continuously tore through the opponent's chest. The screeching was the last sound of the red-clothed swordsman, his body gloating with blood.

Waja smiled strangely. No enemy bodies. He turned around and then darted away leaving the dark forest. With the sword still clasped in hand.

***

Some time later, the world broke down with the emergence of a new character of disaster bearer who was nicknamed The God-Slaying Sword. Hunting and killing people who have silat intelligence, no matter the old young, male women, all he slaughtered.

Not that there was no effort to stop the figure, but the magic of the sword in milki was not matched. Although in the tangles of many opponents, it was easy for the God-Slaying Sword to finish them off like mowing down grass.

That afternoon, on a rock cliff stood an old man, holding a stick. His long white beard waved in the wind. Behind the old man, cross-legged by another old man, this great old man was cross-legged on a lump of white clouds. Eyes closed.

The first old man turned around, looking at the cross-legged old man with a sharp eye. He walked closer.

"Have you been the foot of the Dharma?"

There's no answer.

The old man with the stick taps his cane on the rocky surface. Yep!

Hehh! Upset old man with a stick. It's been two days there. Patiently waiting, but in fact the anticipated never conscious of all. If it is not an urgent matter, where it will linger.

"What do you need Paniti?" one voice sounded. It was strange, the voice came from the man who was in the middle, but invisible to the old man opened his mouth.

A smile appeared on the face of the stick man called Paniti.

"There is a great event in the martial world at the moment Kakang, I think only you can overcome."

"Hm.. God-Slaying Sword you mean?"

Ki Paniti is not surprised to hear his interlocutor can guess the purpose of his arrival. The level of devotion Ki Dharma who is his brother-in-law is indeed beyond the common man's reason. He also replied with a nod.

"You know Paniti, a few months ago I sent my disciple the Angel Stick to retrieve the God-Slaying sword, my inner eye caught the sword move that pushed out of the supernatural dimension, dear it failed, even his life was not helped."

Ki Paniti looked up, he did not expect that his leg had taken action in advance. The power of the Angel Sticks has long been heard in his ears, the onslaught is said to be able to melt a hill once a blow. Unaware he shook his head.

"I didn't expect him to be a sis, ah, even if Dharm's kakang disciple had no power to prevent it, I couldn't imagine how powerful the sword would be."

A few moments quiet.

"The God-Slaying Sword is difficult to match, once it meets its heir the sword energy will multiply, be able to freeze the movement and energy of the opponent, it can be said, once we clash with the God-Slaying Sword, it is possible to, all the cleverness we have is gone without a trace."

"Ohh, if so what way can we do to stop Kakang Slaying Sword?"

"All problems have a way out. The only way to temper the energy of killing the God-Slaying Sword is to reunite it with its sheath." replied Ki Dharma.

"Swarf? Where is the sword sheath?"

Ki Dharma did not answer, he raised his hand up, as soon as the hand was lowered, a sword sheath was in his hand. "Take it" he said thrusting the holster.

As soon as he received the sword sheath, Ki Paniti saluted his older brother. It then taps the body. Jumping from the rock to the bottom.

Ki Paniti slid his body towards the north. The cleverness in his possession was already at a perfect level, once closed his eyes until he was in a stretch of green grassland. Right his inner guidance, not far in front of him a dozen people frowned at a young man with a sword, that was the God-Slaying Sword.

"Give up young man, your deeds have passed the measure of humanity!" shouted one of the besiegers. The man had a stocky body, a notched sword in his hand.

Waja aka The Double God Slaying Sword laughed, the opponent's orders were answered with a sabre. The death ray formed a half circle. The cry of death filled the meadow. Half of the warriors who pluck Waja including the thick man sprawled with blood. The sword in his hand was puffing black smoke.

Seeing so easily Waja slaughtered his comrades, the rest of the surviving warriors became squeaky, without ba bi bu they scattered about to escape.

Waja just shut it down. His eyes were now watching the newcomers. An old man with a stick. The old man was already in front of him.

"Quite ananda, it is time for the Slaughter Sword to return to its greatness" said the old man.

The eyes of the God-Slaying Sword turned to an object that was in the hands of the old man. Sword Sheath. For some reason, there was a feeling of anxiety upon seeing the scabbard.

"Go old man, I forgive you."

Waja was shocked by the words that came out of his mouth just now. Can't be! How could he let a seemingly learned person just survive.

Ki Paniti smiled, he could surmise that the God-Slaying Sword was aware of the efficacy of the sword sheath he was carrying.

"Enter the sword first, I'll go."

The young man seemed to be pondering, "Alright." he was the installment of the sword. But as soon as the old man moved closer, Waja thrust a sword into the opponent's chest.

Ki Paniti choked, he shifted the body. A sword passed by.

Impossible! Shouted Waja inwardly, only this time did the Slaughter Sword fail to kill the opponent. Anger just comes. He slashed a sword into the body of Ki Paniti many times.

The body of the light old man avoided every attack. Even once he did not reply. The efficacy of the sword sheath made the God-Slaying Sword unable to freeze and suck the opponent's energy. After many times dodging, Ki Paniti moved his left hand that grasped the sword sheath.

The srekk! The God-Slaying Sword entered into its sheath.

Waja stopped the attack. His originally hateful eyes dimmed, the sword slipping out of his grasp, his body falling down with his knees touching the ground.

Ki Paniti observed the sword that was already in its scabbard. After being satisfied, he turned towards Waja, near him the young man, his hands rubbing his head.

"It's over Ananda, the Slaughter Sword is back in its sheath, there's no hate and grudge to be dealt, get up."

Miraculously, Waja immediately rose to obey the old man's words.

"You heiress to this sword, then no human being can handle it, come with me, someday when you have enough energy, I will return this sword to you." Without waiting for an answer, Ki Paniti stepped out of the meadow.

Waja was stunned for a moment, but then he ran, chasing after the old man.

So-called.