The Mystery of the Two Rings Behind the Collapse of the Andalusian Palace
Part 17's
“Changed,” my word.
Now I've been wearing my silat, all black with other motifs or colors. Stung nimble I also directly hit them with my greatest skill as well as the highest skill.
Rarely people are able or have time to learn about this style, they men in jackets immediately feel overwhelmed. Some of them have been crying profusely because of the pain, coupled with the fear that has been excessive.
"This is an example of a silat suit that Aisyah wears when fighting." 😡
With the blood still flowing from their bodies, it now slowly began to dirty their clothes. It was all my doing, which was giving lessons to those who were arbitrary - mena towards Khadijah and myself.
“Still want to compete?“ many challenging.
They began dragging their bodies backward with their feet in a sitting state.
Their heads did not stop shaking the sign of giving up, the tears had not dried up since.
“Ampun! my goodness! we surrender! we promise not to repeat it again,“ their groan.
“Alright,“ my words began to calm down.
“But remember! I will continue to investigate all of you! repent! never hurt anyone else again,“ threatened me as I slowly stepped into a man in a red jacket who was now sitting not far from where I was standing.
When I was in front of him, I did not hesitate – in conditions that are still fiery – fire began to squat in front of him.
“Understanding!!“ I snapped while looking at him.
“I-i-iya,“ he said – bricks while swallowing saliva that feels very bitter.
“Actually who are you?“ ask someone to vent.
I only smiled as I responded to the question of the man in the brown jacket.
“You don't need to know who I am! all I ask now is to change! find the best way!“ I replied softly because I was calm.
They were still sitting while looking at me with a myriad of questions, I could see through their eyes.
I was very stunned when I read their thoughts - each also their past.
“You actually used to include people – good people well?“ my many.
They immediately put on a surprised face.
As if not believe the word – my word.
“Color I can read your thoughts and past,“ I replied honestly.
They are growing in disbelief.
"You!" the man in the blue jacket in the back.
The battle scars on his hands began to be blue and swollen due to being split quite deeply.
"Wool gloves!" my spoken.
In an instant the warm black gloves began to cling to my hands, because I was so upset that I forgot to wear gloves.
"Well! 🤣 here is the glove that Aisyah wears when she is cold."
I really did it myself without relying on the power of my ring, because I don't know why my strength started coming a little before I was 15.
This glove aims to wrap my skin to avoid the cold that slowly bit me, because tonight the air feels very unfriendly.
"I'm sorry! i-i'm sorry! I was too cruel to repay you and your friends! pl-please... I'm sorry!" I said hoarse while crying.
He began to get confused and answered my words.
"No! it's our fault for being cruel to both of you" he said.
I started to get the wound in his hand.
"Cheal!" my spoken.
Then in a flash the wound disappeared, his eyes began to glare in admiration.
Now I am trying to stand in a state of breath that is still panting, because by channeling my strength so that the wound is lost really suck my energy slowly - land.
"With the permission of God! heal all of you," I said.
Finally they are healthy again as before, they now have nothing to moan anymore.
They just kept quiet and quiet for a long time.
"What's wrong?" I started to get confused.
They didn't answer my question, they just sat in silence.
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