Red Bahutai Swordsman
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"If his strength is not playful, then he is the right person to be used as a stepping stone. I will not last long here, there is still something I have to finish!", stressed Cakra.

Seeing the earnestness and youthful vigor that his interlocutor showed now made the old man shake his head.

"Truly stubborn, young man if you want to do that I'll help. You leave us both here!", the old man ordered.

Dara just nodded her head while Sima took Pitaloka and her bahutai and carried her out of the room.

Before they came out the old man grabbed Dara's hand and immediately whispered something. Dara nodded her head slowly as she walked out of the room. Now only Cakra and the old man stand facing each other.

"You may never know how powerful that person is, but I can help if you want to kill him", the old man patted Cakra on the shoulder, "But remember killing him is hard and your life is definitely a bet!", he said.

Not yet had Cakra reply to the words of his interlocutor, the old man immediately cast a spell while holding both of Cakra's shoulders.

"Parapak garagui rich tanggui talapak"

The words continued to be chanted by the old man while closing his eyes while Cakra who heard the tidbiting instantaneously felt his body possessed by an energy that made his body slowly become hot.

Cakra had no idea what the old man with him was doing right now, he was only focused on strengthening his body to withstand the heat energy that was continuously attacking inside his body at this moment.

After a while the heat energy he felt slowly dissipated and after that the old man almost fell down right in front of his eyes.

Cakra swiftly caught the body of the old man from falling down, he realized the wrinkles of the old man were now more and more and his lips were deathly pale.

"I have transferred my life energy to you entirely, with this you can replace me to fight that person.", said the old man.

"What are you doing?! What life energy is that?!", Cakra became confused and panicked about what he was facing right now.

Cakra could feel the body of the old man was now icy cold by staring at the face that was already very pale.

"Now I'll be gone, this is all I can do. Remember this mantra! (Garapak-garagui talapak rich tanggui) with the recital of the mantra you can get more strength and can turn into Mariban", the old man explained in a weak tone.

Cakra was immediately shocked by what the old man had said just now, he did not expect what the old man had given him. The help he received was no joke, even this was a huge help for him.

"Why do you do something like this?!", Cakra still did not understand.

"After you will understand the young man, that man is not a simple opponent like your stupid mind", the old man smiled faintly.

"But what about Dara!? He'll be right...."

"That's the duty I've given you young man. I know actually you don't put any feelings on my umang. So this is my last request, please take care of my umang. I don't have much time left, just keep her like someone meaningful in your life...."

The silent chakra was fixated on what he was feeling now, a sense of emptiness and loss was now attacking him. He seemed to experience the exact same pressure when he watched his father and teacher die right in front of his eyes.

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Dara's hunch was immediately attacked by the cold so that it made him shudder in horror for a moment, no matter what happened after he heard the sound of his father's voice calling his name.

The voice sounded so slow but clearly in his ears, he did not realize it was now gone as the distance got closer to the room where Cakra and his father were.

He had just gone to pick up an item ordered by his father. Dara was surprised to hear what his father asked, how not the item was not an arbitrary item.

In his hand was a long box made of red Meranti wood. Although actually a little heavy but Dara was able to carry it quickly.

It was as if Dara had been given a sign immediately headed to the room where her father and Cakra were. His steps stopped when he saw clearly his father's body was now stretched stiff and Cakra who realized Dara's arrival looked at the girl with a look that was all wrong.

"Repid.... Abaaa.... Abaaaaaa!!!!!", Dara shouted hysterically. He quickly stepped towards his father and clasped the old man's body.

There were no more words he was able to say, only the roar of cries and tight hugs he could do now. Cakra was silent for a moment to see the girl in front of him crying out.

Cakra thought hard how to make the girl calm down. He grabbed Dara's hand and made the owner of the hand look at her with tears still flowing.

Cakra's hand slowly began to rub Dara's cheek to wipe the girl's tears. Dara who had been crying so much now slowly began to calm down.

I don't know what happened, Dara seemed to feel her father's laughter as Cakra rubbed her cheeks. Eve was so calm and so comfortable, no tears now stopped flowing.

Dara slowly put down her father's body that she had been holding up to earlier, and then Dara immediately hugged Cakra while immersing her face in the man's chest.

The feeling of Cakra jumbled in a moment, he did not expect the girl who was with him now to suddenly hug his body. However, the hug did not make him uncomfortable, a feeling that was so warm when he was hugged.

Cakra dared to gently rub Dara's head while saying, "Sorry..... I don't have any more words".

Dara who was still hugging her body slowly began to let go of the embrace, "I know what Aba has given you, I won't blame that. I hope you finish what you want right now" said Dara.

Cakra only avenged with a nod of his head while looking at the old man who was still etched a smile on his face.

"Well, let's give the best resting place to your father Dara", ask Cakra.

Dara nodded her head slowly agreeing with Cakra's words.