101 Avatars
2. The Light of Hope

That morning, I played the television at my house as usual.  News of the increasingly rampant crackdown took place in the capital.  Apparently, this is what will be the first case for my brother at work.  Of course my brother only acts as a support team to patrol one of the locations of the area.

The chances of getting directly involved with the perpetrators of the divestment are very small.  Moreover, if involved, it is precisely the croco-kroco that will be unlucky because I know for myself the extraordinary ability of my brother in self-defense.

At half-hour, I went to college as usual.  I chatted with my friends before class.  Also I had time to steal a look at my god figure from the department of android chemistry, Nafisah.

Her figure is so ayu with a round face and with a smile that shows a little teeth gingsulnya coupled with the equivalent of her papaya hijab which is her favorite color, which is her favorite color, surely make the heart of every young man who looks at him will be unkempt klepek, including myself.

Ah, what a soothing sight this hot day, I thought.  Staring at Nafisah is indeed an oasis of its own that makes me excited to study at this university.

I went home as usual after college.  However, since it was my brother's first day at work, I also intended to visit him.  I also stopped by Bernard's cake shop, my brother's favorite pastry shop to buy him souvenirs as his first celebration at work.

However, when I got there, what I saw was precisely the scene where my brother was fighting alone against a monster.  The green-colored monster resembled a grasshopper with sharp spears in both hands.  A long spear in his right hand and a short spear in his left.

I really know the monster figure, no, I know him well because the monster figure is none other than Avatar coded number 49 in the avatar series in Hoho Game, Avatar Mantis.

“No!  Brother!”  I screamed so-so.

Without caring anymore, I also threw away the cake in my hand which I had carefully brought.  I ran as hard as I could to get to the scene where Syifa was fighting against the monster.

I missed thinking about the worst possible possibility of a criminal who could not only have come from a human, but could have come from another entity, like five years ago. Those fucking monsters.

But why did they only appear now after hiding for 5 years?  And why should my second brother again this time be the victim?  No, I won't be able to afford to lose that family of fucking monsters.  Whatever I'm gonna do to save my brother the only one left, life's at stake.

With that determination, I also broke through the police brigade and will soon reach the place where my brother who is in danger.

But I am too weak.  Three big and burly police officers ran towards me and immediately locked my body so that I could not move.

“Kakkak an.  No, Sister!”  I can only reach into my brother's shadow from afar.

And in front of my eyes for the second time, after what happened with my first brother Faridh, now my second brother Syifa who had to experience it where by using both of his spears, now, that damn monster slashed my brother to a drop of blood.

“No!  Nah!  Brother!”

With all my strength, I also tried to release the three heavy-bodied police.  Either because my adrenaline was racing to see my brother dying, or because the cops were also shocked by what was happening in front of them, I managed to escape from them and ran as hard as I could towards my brother's place.

However, one thing I forgot.  I'm just an ordinary college student who is a novice in karate.  I have absolutely no real fighting experience.  After getting to my brother's blood-soaked place, I can only wait for my death at the hands of the goddamn monster.

“Clang!”  The monster swung its spear.  I could only close my eyes while hugging my blood-soaked brother tightly.  But after a few seconds, nothing happened to me.

I slowly opened my eyes.  Right in front of me, apparently someone was standing in a red costume, fending off the attack from the Avatar Mantis.  He is a hero who has saved the city of Jakarta five years ago.

“Preaaak!”  The hero kicked Mantis right in the mouth of his heart until it bounced away from us.

“Ukkh!”  Suddenly my brother vomited blood.

“Sister!  Nah!  Brother, hangin!”  I screamed because I no longer wanted to be abandoned by the family I love.

“Please, congratulations, Brother.”  My prayer in my heart.

Perhaps because of the scream of my pain, the hero turned to us.  He walked quickly towards us.

Then the hero handed the blue bracelet to me.

“Take this and fight.  Nothing will change with your crying.  Take this and defeat the Avatar Mantis.  Be like me.”  Said the hero to me.

“What bracelet is this?”  Askaqua.

“Wear it and imagine you are playing Hoho Game to connect with the avatar of that bracelet.”  Answer the hero to me.

“Avatar?  Don't-don't you wear that costume, also part of the avatar?”  I asked once again to be curious.

“Yes, that's it.  It may be a bit different from the one in the game due to slight modifications.  But this is undoubtedly Avatar Number 7, Avatar Bomber.”  Once again, the hero answered my question.

Avatar Mantis who had been knocked unconscious suddenly showed movement again.

“Capace decide!  If you are in doubt, hand over the bracelet and stay in your miserable shell forever.”

Maybe because I was the coward, no, I was a coward, so the hero yelled like that to me.

“But even though I struggled, there was no one I could protect.  Because my brother Syifa.  Hiks...Hiks..”.

Tears also fell on my cheeks.  In my hand, the blood-soaked sister Syifa slowly lost her warmth.

“Sorry, you better find someone else for this.  You see I'm dead too.”  I said in a teary-eyed pain as I held out the blue bracelet to hand it back to the hero.

The hero stepped before me.  However, apparently he did not take the blue bracelet, but knelt down and rubbed my brother's forehead drenched in blood.

Then the miracle happened.

Through the hero's hand, a root-like white thread appeared and crept, penetrating my brother's body.  Then slowly but surely, the wounds of my brother who was quite fatal was closing little by little and finally healed without a trace.

“What needs to be sad?  If it's just this wound, I can still heal it.  Now, Young man, determine the future you will choose!  Will you choose to fight or go back to hiding behind your brother's back?  As long as you know, there is no harm in living as a loser.  However, the story is different if you have the ability.  No choice but to fight.”  Said the hero.

“I have the ability?”  Hearing the hero's words, a light of hope once again burned in my heart.