Story of Mystery 2
The Fire Hair Death

The man's posture was densely packed, bare-chested, wearing black trousers, a necklace made of green jade coiled around his neck. In his right hand was a short spear with a pointed tip. His face was covered in a silvery mask half the face to the nose.

He walked down the road in gallant steps, his lips clenched with the look of cruel eyes like a butcher from hell.

The most unique of her looks is in her hair color. Red as a blazing fire.

A village crowded with people passing by with busy during the day, emblazoned not far from the steps of the red-haired man. His nose snorted, his feet just kept coming into the village. Some people who cross paths with him immediately get out of the way to see the carrier shown by the newcomer.

In a large house surrounded by a wooden fence, dozens of young men were practicing silat in the front yard is quite spacious, the guide is an elderly man who has a long beard. The hand of the old man repeatedly gave a sign with small movements that were followed by steady silat movements by the youths.

They are training suddenly...

Duarr!

The gate made of sturdy wood exploded like it was struck by lightning, startling everyone inside, they turned their heads.

Between the puffs of smoke stood a man, his left hand splashing blue-white flashes of light, presumably with a punch of the hand the gate was made to shatter into pieces.

After the smoke fades, the more obvious the troublemaker looks. Bare-chested, clasping a short spear in the right hand, had bright red hair.

Slowly but surely, the red-haired man stepped in. Seeing no good, some young men jumped forward.

"Stop in place! What do you want nisanak!" scold one of the young men.

The redhead snorted, without taking out a single word his right hand flashed.

Crass!

The body of the young man who let out a reprimanding sound collapsed with his head separated from the body. Surprise is not the fear of the other young men knowing his partner died without being able to scream. They want to rush forward.

"Hold it!" One voice prevented, coming from the mouth of the old man who had originally trained the youths.

"But teacher.." one of the young men tried to argue. The old man raised his hand. He approached the redhead.

For a moment in his swab of an elongated white beard, his eyes sharply watched over the newcomer. "Telengas.. I'm Prawira Dirja aka The Eastern Lightning Sword forever not feeling hostile towards you, say what do you want?"

Back is just a snort coming out of the redhead's nose. He spat to the side, his spear-wielding hand pointing out, "Kill you!"

Ki Prawira was already full of eating the salt acid of the green world, facing this kind of man was impossible for him to make soft, then his hands waved, "Bring up weapons."

Rushing a disciple ran inside, not long out, this time with a gloved sword, which was handed over to his teacher.

"Well, you can do it if you can." Ki Prawira took out a sword from its scabbard, a single thin sword, a sword that had raised its name high in the martial world, the Lightning Sword.

The immigrant made a mocking smile, he lifted his spear in front of his chest, and with a difficult speed followed by his eyes flashed an attack.

Trang!

Two guns clashed, spitting out sparks. Ki Prawira's body retreated backwards, he felt a single sting in his palm when clashing with the opponent's weapon. The redhead only trembled his body, signaling his inner strength was stronger than the old man.

Knowing the awesomeness of the opponent's power, Ki Prawira reluctantly banged his sword again, with the agility of motion and flexibility of the Lightning Sword, he fought eyeing the vital parts of the enemy.

But this time in the face of the old man is a swordsman sakti digjaya, which is not only armed with a height of inner energy, but also balanced with the ability to relieve the perfect body. So it does not take long, Ki Prawira then just pressed so great, all he can do is jump dodge many times.

His opponent changed his fighting style, not just attacking with a lot of strings, he said, but it also sprays a weapon in the form of a short spear in his hand with a study that is able to make the weapon glow and spark lightning that the heat stings.

It does not take long to make the old man run out of steps, even though his body has been covered with strength endurance of deep power, not surprisingly ferocious mestika in the hands of the opponent still penetrates his old skin, which has been broken, causing the painful air to penetrate to the bone.

Crass!

The next shock was a lightning stab at Ki Prawira's chest. The old man complained and retreated backwards.

Seeing their teacher hurt, a dozen of his students slumped towards the redhead. But no matter where the demonic science came from, not until the attacks of the disciples of the Sword Kila arrived, the newcomer armed with a short spear once flashed had vanished from sight.

Apparently not without reason the redhead left the opponent, he would have known the fate of Ki Prawira would not be helped once hit by a spear puncture. And so it happened, the heat from the opponent's weapon not only penetrated his chest, but the heat also directly burned the inside of the old man's body, then so staggered back, so, another shock the old man collapsed to the ground and breathed his last.

***

The death of the Eastern Lightning Sword so stirred the martial world. Who does not know Ki Prawira today, he is one of the four warriors who are called the Four Sky Shield. Not just any nickname, but because Ki Prawira with three warriors called the Four Heavenly Shield decades ago is poor across the green jungle without a match, the four of them were greatly feared by the opponents, especially the black faction figures.

Three warriors who were partners of Ki Prawira and part of the Four Heavenly Shield immediately visited Ki Prawira's residence upon hearing the news of his grief. They are Ki Subarja aka The God Scepter, Ki Sukmana aka The Angel Whip, and the last Ki Permadi aka Si Chain Cakra.

Coincidentally they arrived at the funeral home not far adrift, until they still had time to meet. Ki Sukmana who first came, welcomed two colleagues who came later.

"Bakang Subarja, Adi Permadi, what a fate that awaited to meet with Andika both," greeted Ki Sukmana, he then embraced alternately two friends who are like brothers.

Not long, his two best friends look at the condition of Ki Prawira's body. Obviously their hearts were filled, seeing the death of a sidekick. The three of them fervently followed the ritual until Ki Prawira's body in Semayamlan.

After a short stale conversation with the brothers and the disciples of the Lightning Sword, the three of them implored themselves.

Of course the three are far from where they live, but not later they will return to their respective places. Even if their mouths had nothing to say about the cause of the death of their comrades in the funeral home, it did not mean that they were holding hands and leaving the murderer free.

Therefore, after leaving the funeral home, they walked together. Even though it seemed to be an ordinary walk, the height of science made in one tea drinking all three had far left the residence of Ki Prawira, and had reached one edge of the forest.

As if in agreement, the three of them stopped their steps.

"I think this place is quite quiet for us to talk to the two of us," said Ki Permadi. Two of his colleagues nodded.

Now the three of them are standing facing each other in a fairly close distance. Ki Subarja who has a rather long beard white rubbed his beard, then his mouth said, "What a pity Ki Prawira, even though he is the youngest among us."

"Betul kakang, until now I still do not believe in his death," said Ki Sukmana masgul.

"Is there a bright spot who killed Adi?" Ask Ki Subarja.

Ki Sukmana shook his head, "I really haven't found a clue, the characteristics of the student Ki Prawira's son I don't recognize, and looking at the wound in his pain is still a mystery to me."

"You're Adi Permadi? Maybe there's an estimate that goes through your heart?" Ask Ki Subarja to Ki Permadi.

"Entah Kakang, our brother Ki Prawira has been secluded from the crowded world for a dozen years, if anyone hurts him it is certainly an old story" replied Ki Permadi hesitated.

Back Ki Subarja stroked his beard, "Akupun thought so, Ki Prawira's intelligence level has reached its peak, especially with the Sword Lightning, I thought only a matter of swordsman fingers capable of matching it. Even though among the four of us he is the lowest level of energy in it, but as far as I know Ki Prawira has a mestika Purana Bracelet, an object that is able to deflate three times the power in the wearer."

"You're right, brother, by wearing that bracelet, Ki Prawira is like a God, the three of us are easily able to be swept, but it's a wonder, I don't see the bracelet on his body." Ki Sukmana.

"Maybe it has been passed on to someone else Kakang? Or it could have been secured by his family when he wanted to be buried earlier?" Ki Permadi looked far ahead after saying those words.

"It may have been passed down, if it was secured by his family I doubt, while the Lightning Sword I saw also buried."

"I really hope your guess is Adi, because I can't imagine the power of the opponent if it turns out that after wearing the bracelet Ki Prawira is easily defeated," said Ki Subarja.

Both colleagues nodded.

While they were talking, suddenly a loud whistling sound was heard, and before long, there was a loud laughter.

Ha ha ha ha ha....

If not the members of the Sky Shield who heard the sound of energy in the high, would have immediately fainted because not strong with the loudness of laughter that can break the eardrum.

But the three people who were there were three leaders of the green jungle full of knowledge. Hearing the blaring laughter, the three remained calm, and even Ki Subarja opened her mouth. "The stranger in the tree, stop your laughter, and come down if you have any interest in us."

The newcomer was surprised by the high science of Ki Subarja because he knew of his existence, did not want to be considered a coward, he immediately jumped down.

Hup!

Now in front of them stood a man, well-built, shirtless, his face wearing a mask, and holding a spear in his right hand. What's interesting is that her hair is a bright red color.

With a gaze as sharp as an eagle, the red-haired man swept his gaze toward the three old men before him, his nose snorting.

Ki Sukmana was stunned for a moment, seeing the appearance of the newcomer whose characteristics were exactly the same as what he heard from the pupil Ki Prawira, his mouth immediately snapped. "Fuckin' killer! You're apparently the culprit of our best friend's murder! I really don't know the height of Mount Merapi!"

Two of his friends who had not heard the killer's features were shocked to hear Ki Sukmana's snaps.

"Ha ha ha! Old men who have smelled the ground brave the threat, if your name shakes me, I will not stick my nose in front of rats like you!" Reply the redhead no less snappy.

As the four people stood face to face, not far from it appeared a young man. Handsome and dashing, on his shoulders was draped a sword with a headwaters carved garuda. Indeed, this young man was about to cross the direction where some people he saw to get to the place he was headed, but seeing that there was some kind of dispute he chose to wait a considerable distance, he chose to wait, because he does not want to interfere with the problems that he does not know sit the problem.

"Is that so true, my son, have you really killed our best friend?" Urge Ki Subarja to ask for an explanation.

"If so what do you want!?" Ask the masked man.

Irritated Ki Subarja, forever he was seen as a famous figure who deserves to be reluctant, both white and black figures all show respect when meeting with him, and today, today, an unknown man dared to speak in front of him. Is it true that it is double? Kontan exploded his voice, "Scan!" And move about to hit the opponent, but quickly prevented Ki Sukmana, "Wait for the leg, we need to know because he committed the heinous act."

Ki Subarja loosened the pace.

"Well Kisanak, the three of us were best friends of the man you killed, seeing the attitude you were aiming for, I guess you must have had the same intentions towards us, but before you carry out your intentions, before you do, explain the reason for the actions you have done if you are a man," said Ki Sukmana asked and provoked an answer from the redhead.

"You see! Who is this!?"

The three old men were similarly flinched.

"Fifteen years ago, well, fifteen years ago, you four pretentious warriors were so cowardly! Rocked two married men and even killed them mercilessly! Remember you!? And even tore the face of his seven-year-old son!? Remember you!?" The red-haired man explained in a high tone, his left hand clenched tightly until protruding veins filled his arm.

The three men in front of him looked at each other, what the redhead man said immediately flashed a memory in the past. How not to remember, there was a fierce fight of life and death between them and the enemy twelve years ago.

In their face at that time two black figures who troubled the martial world, a Poisonous Hand Pair, two couples who soared spread terror with a desire to kill him, which resulted in dozens of lives lost, and also many powerful figures who became his victims.

They combined forces indeed managed to quell the black couple, but there was one event that slightly tarnished their big name, he said, namely accidentally Ki Prawira hurt the son of a demon couple who was then in his mother's arms. Surprised Ki Prawira at that time, he still had time to reduce the rate of his sword force, but tal urung tip still scratches the boy's face.

Perhaps arguably beneficial for them, because due to the injury of the child, the fighting style of the enemy became ragged, so they finally managed to win the fight.

They used to think the child died from the scratches of the Lightning Sword, who would have thought, now the child has grown up and is preparing to demand a response.

Ki Sukmana looked at the young man in front of him, "Ah, apparently you are the son of the Poisonous Hand Couple, you know, what happened to you was not intentional, and what happened to your father and your mother was because of the wrong path they took. Don't you get revenge on the young man."

"Ha ha ha... I deserve to say that you are indeed pretentious humans, arguing to eradicate the wrathful spaces, but your real vile hands spread murderous death. Enough of us to go stale, and get ready to die!"

Three old men looked at each other. "Hold young people, think carefully about your actions, with the devotion you have, it will be very useful for you to use in the way of truth" said Ki Subarja wisely.

Uhhh! The young man spat, then he made a cross motion in his chest, and without saying, his body shot towards the three people in front of him.

Fighting happens. At first Ki Sukmana who served the young man, but saw in a fast time can be urged by the young man, inevitably two friends come forward.

Not playing the magic of the young man, his strength was so strong, plus a short spear weapon capable of splashing lightning bolts, making his attacks doubly dangerous. Because of the strength of the energy derived from the onslaught of his spear, the Kumala Invisibility Shield owned by Ki Sukmana fell out a second hit by a short spear. The old man squealed as he threw his body backward.

Lucky from the side roaring the wind blocked the pace of the young man's attack. That was a storm-like blow from Ki Subarja's God's Scepter. Apparently the man already felt unglukan facing the opponent only empty-handed.

On the other hand, Ki Permadi did not want to lose, he had passed his Chains of Chakra, this weapon rolled as if a dragon was about to bulldoze the opponent.

But it is great that the young man, even though his two opponents have issued weapons, he does not look jerky or feel troubled, even his attacks are getting stronger, the spear in his hand is scattered between the siege of two opposing weapons.

Seeing his two friends still unable to press despite having issued a flagship weapon, Ki Sukmana also escaped his weapon in the form of a whip, the Angel Whip.

Ctars!

The whip marks a new threat to the red-haired young man. Amazingly the young man even double laughed, as if he wanted to show the three opposing weapons no more toys for him.

The fight gets tougher. Three members of the Sky Shield are increasingly curious about the tenacity of the opponent, many times in between the attacks of weapons, they are also interspersed with powerful blows, as a result the opponent becomes quite hassles. As they dreamed of victory, suddenly the young man shook his long red hair.

Uhh! Ki Subarja screamed, the hair that grabbed him was so hot as fire from hell, he quickly agitated with his cane, almost he threw his flagship weapon in the hand because it was covered in heat, had it not been helped by two colleagues who directly attacked the young man.

With the help of his fire hair, now the position of the young man in the wind, his three opponents were fanned to face the warmest air carrier of the hair and the heatstroke of the spear. Slowly but surely, the three figures began to lose control of their silat game, because only jumping around dodging, without being able to retaliate.

"Ha ha ha. I told you you're just an old rat for me, get ready, soon your lives will follow Si Prawira aka the Lightning Sword... ha ha ha ha!"

The fire hair's last words startled the young man who had been watching the battle. If at first there is no intention to interfere in business, hearing the name Prawira aka Lightning Sword is called, turbulent feelings. "What did the red-haired young man say? Following Prawiran aka Keneraka Lightning Sword?" Inner the youth. Seemed anxiety covered the face of the young man. According to his curiosity, he finally jumped into the battle.

Trang!

Fireflowers splashed due to the impact of two weapons covered in energy in height.

The fire-hair was shocked, he retreated backwards. Between him and his three enemies stood a handsome young man clasping a sword valiantly.

The Fire Hair glared furiously, its mouth opening in a great spray, "Holy, want to be quick to kill you apparently!"

The young man in front of him saluted, another shock of his mouth replied, "Sorry to have interrupted your battle, but the remark of the master who mentioned Prawira the Lightning Sword's name really made the curiosity unstoppable."

"What do you care about the Lightning Sword!? " Return the Fire Hair snapped.

For a moment the young man was silent, but then he replied, "I am his son... "

Suddenly the young man's answer not only shocked the Fire Hair, three other figures who were there gaped.

Ki Rukmana jumped to the side of the young man, "Ananda, is that really what you just said? "

"Really uncle..."

"Ohh, we didn't know that our brother had a son" Ki Rukmana said.

Ki Subarja and Ki Permadi approached, there was a sense of happiness and haru in their hearts. Happy to meet the son of a comrade in arms, and to remember the parents of the young man who has passed away.

"What's your name Ananda?" Ask Ki Subarja gently.

"Seta Kumala uncle" the young man replied.

On the other hand the Fire Hair is more wrathful to feel ignored, "Hoi young man snotusan, apparently you are the son of Prawira, good, surely you want to quickly follow your father to hell hahahaa! "

The words made by the red-haired young man surprised Seta Kumala. At first he was riled by the speech of the young man in the middle of the battle, now back the redhead said the same thing about his father.

"What did you do with my father!?" Kumala.

The Fire Hair grinned, then replied with half a sizzle, "I killed your father. heheee"

The words made Kumala blush, "Do you really mean what you said!?"

"Hehehee. If you're not sure, ask the three claws behind you."

Seta Kumala half hesitated to look at the three old men behind her. The three remaining members of the Sky Shield looked down silently at Kumala's gaze towards them.

Subject it as if an answer to Kumala, then he turned around, without hesitation in escaping the sword that was attached to his back, the Sword Garuda Angkasa.

The Fire Hair Double laughed, "hahaa.. is ready to fight you apparently. let's go. The four of you at once go forward, let's quickly finish the business!"

Ki Subarja moved closer, "Hold Raden, let us elders who finish the business, the enemy in front of you has extraordinary magic" he said because of concern for the safety of his best friend's son.

"Back off uncle, I don't deserve to live on earth if I can't avenge my father's death." The loud speech of Kumala, though in the heart great sorrow struck. How not, the purpose of that day came home after completing a silat lesson from his teacher who held the title of God Man for eight years, who was sad when he returned, his father was gone, and the most slicing was, and the most, because his father died because he was killed by people. His beloved father, the only parent he had after his own mother died a few years after he was born ill.

Kumala's daydream was cut off, the enemy before her without warning darted violently against her. The Fire Hair's short spear seemed to turn into hundreds eyeing all the vital parts of Kumala's body, a truly merciless ruthless move.

Kumala moved the sword in his hand, sweeping every attack, then the two young men were already engaged in a fierce fight.

At first the three Sky Shields were worried about Kumala's safety, but as soon as they saw the shrewdness of the young man facing the opponent's attack, they were able to breathe a sigh of relief, as they realized that the intelligence of the son of the Lightning Sword had already surpassed their intelligence. Especially when they saw in the young man's left hand there was a bracelet, Mestika Purana Bracelet.

The battle arena was more exciting, the Fire Hair was irritated by the agility of Kumala's movements, the various moves he threw, the opponent in front of him remained calm overcome all attacks. Even his fire hair carrier seemed to fade every time it was hit by a sword sweep up the head of the opponent's garuda.

Heah!

A sound rattled out from the Fire Hair's mouth, suddenly his body leaped upwards, white light with lightning sparks wrapped around his short spear, his hand then made a throw while in the air, the, a hot air with a white spear-shaped ray of light hit Kumala. That's the Fire Hair's flagship Thunder Spear.

Seta Kumala, shouting in shock, the sword in his hand revolved around the energy field in full.

Dhuarr!!

A powerful explosion rang out, Kumala's body bounced backwards violently, Garuda Sword in his hand slammed down reflecting white smoke.

The Fire Hair itself was pushed back, but he was still able to trace the earth with a standing state. A drop of blood came out of his mouth, his lips smiling faintly seeing the opponent fall powerless to withstand his blow. A moment later his body flashed forward.

The Three Heavenly Shields were hunting when they saw the Fire Hair darting back as if they did not waste the opportunity to finish off the opponent.

But the speed of the Fire Hair was like lightning, in a flash he had reached in front of Kumala while raining down his spear.

But grinning on the face of the extinct Fire Hair, he saw Kumala somehow had stood up, although with a dirty dusty shirt, the young man thrust his left hand, a glow of blue light rounded out of his grasp, he said, that was the sacred bracelet of the Mestika Purana, with the instructions of his teacher, the magic bracelet was not only able to increase his strength to double, but it could also emit deadly devastating energy.

Glucarr!

A terrible crash happened again.

Aakh!! Brugh!

With a screech, the Fire Hair's sturdy body slammed back and smashed into the ground, the short spear in his hand breaking powerlessly holding the giant energy coming out of the Purana Bracelet.

Fresh blood bubbled from his mouth, a strong determination forcing the Fire Hair to rise, but for a moment his eyes bulged, and his body slammed back to the ground, unable to rise again.

Seta Kumala who won the battle soared to the ground, sweat soaked his entire body, must be admitted that the opponent he faced just now was truly extraordinary.

The Three Sky Shield was flabbergasted to see the end of the fight. Ki Subarja stroked his beard many times, but the same smile fell from their lips, one great danger had been overcome.

So-called.