The Sword of Somplak
The Sword Story

Little by little, Ucup began to be able to shift his legs. However, he still had difficulty lifting it even if only a little. Even so, Ucup continues to try it again and again without knowing the word give up.

After trying it many times, Ucup started picking up the results. He moved his leg slightly lifting it. Now he can walk a little faster than before who can only shift it. The longer, the faster his footsteps. The bruise starts to look like it is running normally. He continued to speed up his steps walking up the hot rocks.

In the end, Ucup began to be able to run by holding the load he was carrying. From a distance, Lin Fing continued to closely observe a disciple who showed quite significant progress.

“This boy, although less talented, yet he has excellent fighting prowess,” praise Lin Fing keep paying attention to him.

Ucup looks like a martyr running around smashing through the rocky floor through which it runs. His footsteps were so fast that the heavy burden he was carrying was not so burdensome to him.

“Jump up to his height in every hundred steps you run!” pinta Lin Fing's.

“Good, Teacher,” Ucup.

“One ... two ... three ...” Ucup kept running while counting it. 

On the count to a hundred, Ucup jumped as high as he could. However, the jump was still so low, Ucup looked disappointed. He ran back while counting it. Right on the count of 99, Ucup concentrated his energy on both legs. He jumped back up high.

Bugh! Cracks!

“Successful!” exclaim Ucup after surpassing the distance of the first jump.

He went back to running at a faster pace to be able to make the third jump as quickly as possible and so on. As before, as time went on, Ucup grew more adept at doing so. Currently, more than 50 jumps were successfully completed. Ucup continued until the teacher asked him to stop.

“He is indeed clever,” said Lin Fing again praising him.

After feeling quite satisfied with what he saw, Lin Fing moved his arm sending out a single stream of energy that instantly pierced through quickly crushing the rock raised by Ucup.

Duars!

Ucup slammed hard rolling on the rocks. No doubt, Ucup was very upset with the treatment of his teacher.  

“Teacher, why attack me?” the Ucup protest which then rose to its feet.

“Enough ... Now, meditate, clear your mind and feel the energy around you! Remember, no matter what happens, never open your eyes or you will fail at this stage! ” reply Lin Fing asked for it.

“Good, Teacher,” timpal Ucup understand it.

Entering the next stage, which is mental discipline. Lin Fing began to test it with various disorders that possessed the mind, soul, and heart of Ucup gradually through various visualizations of the conditions embedded into it. 

Starting from a concentration test that makes Ucup must be able to observe the circumstances around him, then Ucup must pass an exam that forces him to remain calm in the face of any provocation that comes to him. After that, he was tested by losing the person he loved, and ended with a test that forced him to be willing to sacrifice.

Gradually, Ucup began to look agitated. His facial expression continued to change, sometimes shrinking and sometimes flat, but was not visible even if he showed a cheerful face during his mental exam. Many times he growled and hissed when he found the test that hit his psyche. Nevertheless, Ucup never daunted to face it or gave up in the middle of the test. He continues to survive whatever his condition.

After all the mental discipline Ucup had been well under way, Lin Fing immediately patted Ucup on the shoulder to wake him up. Instantly, Ucup opened his eyes and exhaled gently.

“How are you feeling now?” asked Lin Fing.

“I'm fine, Teacher,” replied Ucup.

“You can rest for a moment,” said Lin Fing gave a pause.

“Thank you, Master, but I don't want to delay the time,” timpal Ucup refused it.

“Alright, since now you have enough foundation to go through the fight, I will train you swordsmanship.”

“Siap, Guru .. ta-but, may I borrow your sword?” 

“Cannot! You have your own sword,” firmly Lin Fing rejected it.  

“How can I take a sword?” Ucup is twisted with a sword that has a strange way of retrieving it.

“Can I not use the sword?” Ucup tried to bargain.

“As long as you have not been able to take your sword, as long as I will be waiting for you,” Lin Fing replied instantly turning away leaving Ucup.

“Ah, shit! I just had hallucinations and nightmares. How could I possibly imagine that?” lamented Ucup while continuing to pay attention to the back of his teacher who was away.

There was no choice for him but to try to imagine dirty things in order to take out the sword residing in his monster.

"Oh, I'm dizzy! Who should I imagine?" Ucup scratched his head.

Ucup, upset that he did not have a figure that could be used as material to arouse his instincts, stood up from his place and walked towards his teacher who was standing by holding a sword.

"You still can't take your sword?" asked Lin Fing without looking at him.

"Sorry, Master," said Ucup bowed lethargicly behind the teacher.

"I can help you by making a replica of the girl I imagined, just nothing I can imagine right now" Lin Fing said.

"Does Master have no desire for the opposite sex?" 

Lin Fing turned to look at his student with an elusive look in his eyes. Seen from the look of his eyes stored a long history and full of mystery in it. 

"Looks like you should know the story behind your sword.” Lin Fing walked slowly while cupping both hands behind his back.

Ucup was interested to hear it, he walked around the teacher with curiosity behind the story of his sword. However, until far away the two of them walked, Lin Fing still did not tell them. 

“Teacher!” call Ucup.

“Ya,” Copy Lin Fing. 

“If Master does not want to say it, it should be saved only for Master himself,” said Ucup understood it.

“No problem, I will tell you.” Lin Fing stopped his steps, then began to tell the story he had been keeping well.

Starting from his heartache cheated on the wife who turned out to be supported by her two in-laws. Lin Fing finally chose to leave. He tries to start a new life in a place far from where he lived before. At first he was so happy with his new life that he found a woman and married her. Again he found his wife cheating and ended up in divorce. He decided to never marry again.

However, the heartache he had obtained turned into a deep hatred that was imprinted in the recesses of his heart. Lin Fing turned into a figure that was cruel towards the women. Utilizing cleverness in the form and was the most famous swordsman of his time. Lin Fing had never failed in captivating the hearts of women. However, the prey are married women. 

In the act, she would tempt the woman to turn away from her husband. After obtaining the pleasure, Lin Fing ended it by damaging the body of the woman to the point that no one could recognize her. 

Lucky for a woman who has a strong loyalty to her husband, but throughout the story told by Lin Fing. No woman rejected him. 

“Ah, I don't want to continue!” lin Fing ended the story.

“Teacher, may I ask you one thing?” ucup said he asked for it.

“Say!”

“Why is the sword broken? Teacher has not told me,” asked Ucup who had not got the story.

“Every time I kill a woman, I will make one mark on the blade of the sword. You never count it!”

“Why?”

“Lack of work.”

“Ha-ha-ha-ha!” Ucup laughed loudly beside his teacher. But not to laugh at the funny thing, he laughed at himself who had to bear the karma of the owner of the sword.