KNIGHTS OF MANAH VALLEY
Gyro (2)

At a hilltop that is not so wide, some young men are preparing a place to hold a ritual.

Ten girls with their hands tied back naked were put to sleep at the ritual site. The average age of the girl is not more than twenty years, and clearly still untarnished aka still a virgin.

Then ten young men approached the girls, choosing one at a time, like choosing their partners.

“Amiri, forgive brother!” lirih Amara cried as the hand of one of the young men stroked her hair.

An old man who was the leader of the group raised his right hand, then said, “while more our canuragan knowledge will improve greatly, hahaha!”

“Stop!”

Shouted a young man who suddenly jumped from the branch of a large tree.

“I didn't expect, you have a heart with your own granddaughter!” say the person who stopped the ritual.

The words made the leader of the Girisi Group surprised. He didn't think anyone would know his secret. Yes, the Valley of Manah did not just leave, the young man still believed Amiri's words.

Manah Valley hides on a hill to observe if there is any movement of suspicious villagers. However, the young man instead accidentally found ten girls who were held captive in an old building that became the headquarters of the Girisi Group.

Manah Valley does not think, if the hill where it is hiding is a place of ritual as well as the headquarters of the group who kidnapped the village girls.

With a quick movement, the Manah Valley managed to incapacitate the nine youths of the group members, then took out the clothes of the girls to cover the girl's body first before fighting the leader of the Girisi Group.

“I'll stop your doing!” geram Manah Valley.

“Badness!” exclaimed Grandfather Amiri who was none other than the leader of the group.

The leader shot towards the Manah Valley with a single punch grabbing the face of the Manah Valley. The young man managed to dodge easily and jumped backwards. The Manah Valley mounted the horses and activated the Ajian Tiger Site.

With a single leap, the leader of the Girisi Group targeted the body of the Manah Valley with a punch of his right hand. Again the Manah Valley just dodged by shifting to the right side.

“Busty!” as the leader of the group who returned shot towards the Valley of Manah.

Seeing a crack open, the Manah Valley lowered its body, then sighed an open palm that landed on the left chest of the leader of the group.

The leader of the group fell to his knees with blood coming out of his mouth. Not yet had the leader of the group stood in control of his body, the Manah Valley grabbed the right hand of the leader of the group and twisted it backwards.

CRICK

The sound of a broken wrist made the leader of the group grimace in pain. The valley of Manah left the leader of the group and approached a girl whose face resembled that of Amiri, she was Amara.

Closing his eyes, the Valley of Manah untied Amara's hands and feet. His hands trembled, again the young man was very close to a girl. Especially without a piece of cloth wrapped around the girl's body. The Valley of Manah gave Amara's clothes and asked her to release the other girl.

“What happened!” said a young man who suddenly came and approached the members of the Girisi Group, about to check on him.

Araka came along with some White Sword School disciples and directly snatched the members of the group up by tying her hands behind her.

“Amara!” exclaiming Araka approached Amara who was sitting with the Valley of Manah. “How are you doing? Are you okay?”

Araka noticed Manah Valley looking unhappy with the young man and said, “you again, why are you in this place?”

“I just happened to hitchhike through!” sahut Valley of Manah stopped the word Amara. “I beg you to say goodbye!”

The Manah Valley passed by just like that and was about to find lodging in the center of a nearby village. Meanwhile, the members of the Girisi Group were rounded up by Araka and his subordinates to be brought to the center of the duchy and accounted for his actions.

It seems like the task this time has been completed without any casualties from the girls who became the collision of the strange rituals of the Girisi Group.

***

Meanwhile, to the south of Buntu Village, rain fell during the day. The small village had no more than a hundred people. Not too heavy, but can slightly wet the dusty soil, because the three days weather is very hot.

The atmosphere of the village seemed quiet, some residents were still in the fields and some chose to stay at home.

Tritis Village, yes the village is a small village located at the southwestern end of the Duchy of Purwaraja. This village is very remote, there is no village market and far from the crowd like the village in general.

But the residents in this village live all the sufficiency, can be said as a rich village and protected by the White Sword College.

The village is flanked by two hills and has a very beautiful valley, with its vast grasslands interspersed with lamtoro trees and clustered bushes.

The valley is called the Valley of Kayang. Why is it named that? Because it was once in this place often seen kidang swarming to find food or just get out of the forest.

In the middle of the valley there is a small river that divides from the end of the hill to the edge of the village. The river with very clear water, often used as a place to drink by the wood coming out of the forest. Until now, the place is still often used as a stopover for the congregation

***

There was a noise from one of the houses located at the end. Mr. Jaya appears to be trying to hold back his valuables from two unidentified people wearing black clothes who are trying to drain his property.

“Restore! You fucker!” exclaimed Pak Jaya tried to chase the two people.

From inside the house, Rawi's mother cried close to her son—The net that fell on the floor is still in the form of soil, then carried by her while chasing the husband.

“Already sir! Don't be chased!” pinta Ibu Rawi to her husband.

Pak Jaya was still trying to seize the cloth package carried by the bandit while muttering his hands on the bandit's chest. However, the bandits did not heed the moans from Pak Jaya.

The two bandits named themselves Berandal Suro Menggolo. They often take property of the citizens, moving from one village to another. And the most surprising thing is, when they run the action, always when it rains.

One man armed with a machete strapped to his back was named Gajira. And the only man with a sword tied to his waist was named Gemala.

They are both brothers, who from childhood are considered unlucky bearers. As adults, the two men always hated the rich. No wonder if his behavior is so cruel, because revenge from childhood is brought to adulthood.

A distinctive feature of them is berewok on Gemala, while the younger sister—Gajira, mustachioed but does not have berewok.

“Already old man, just hand over your treasure, hahaha!” the Gemala shouted up her head.

Pak Jaya was still trying to protect his property, until pulled out of the house by Gemala. The old man was lying in the courtyard of the house, begging for his property to be returned.

While Gajira just stood up, carrying the spoils in his left hand. Soon enough, Gajira's right hand clenched upward, then moved it down quickly. And then Pak Jaya died.

"No!" Ibu Rawi shouted to watch her husband die.