Firefields
Night Bastard

The night BREEZE made Patra's body start shivering. After he finished reading everything and copying the contents of the book, he returned the secret book Mat Yusi to its original place.

He had made sure many times the position of the book was exactly the same when taking it earlier. Do not let Mat Yusi know the book has changed position. He'll be the only person worthy of suspicion.

After believing that the position of the book was appropriate, Patra's mind was still in the shadows with all of Mat Yusi's experiences.

To him, it was only natural that a person like Mat Yusi was so feared. He had experienced many events that had to risk his life. In fact, Mat Yusi had defeated many fears that not everyone experienced.

He rushed to pick up the holster and lay down his body on a small thin mattress that was not wide enough for both. Patra impatiently waited for the morning to arrive and told Zian all his findings.

He believes Zian must be disappointed because it is not as expected. However, to Patra, what she had just read was extremely valuable. Not everyone has such a life experience. Right now, Patra had finally gotten a complete picture of Mat Yusi.

From the book, Patra was finally able to understand why Mat Yusi prefers solitude. He is like a man who has no more fear.

Different from her now. He felt how uncomfortable it was to be alone every night in a clove field. Snaking inside the hut with only petromac light illumination, in clove trees, and the sound of an owl made the night feel so gloomy and gripping.

Patra shudders. He tried to shake off the fear when the owl returned to sound. Meanwhile, the frog that had been humming was no longer unpretentious.

Had he proposed that Zian stay in the fields, maybe the story would have been different. He should not feel excessive anxiety.

He rubbed his wrists repeatedly, rubbing them harshly as the fine hairs on his hands began to bristle.

Why is Mat Yusi so long? ask Patra inwardly when she feels not alone. He was hoping to hear the sound of people coughing. However, the more awaited, the slower time felt.

He tumbled his body in a tilted position facing the wall where the sharp weapons hung neatly. Just this time he saw there was a person who had so many sharp weapons.

Apparently Mat Yusi had prepared everything for the security of the field and himself. The more he looked at the sharp weapon, inexplicably Patra felt something different.

It was like having an unexplainable courage. However, that feeling was only for a moment. The strange sounds out there were stronger disturbing his mind.

The night is silent. The fear made Patra repeatedly make sure the flashlight was still beside her body. In solitude, Patra was increasingly afraid of the strange sounds that were increasingly heard.

From behind the window slit, Patra ventured to peek. Although dark and only illuminated by moonlight, Patra tried to recognize the movements of leaves blown by the wind, the light from the eyes of birds, and the shadow of trees.

After taking a deep breath, Patra assured herself that the situation out there was the same as when she was on Sangyang Hill. There's no reason to be afraid. Dozens of nights he often passed alone.

Various ways Patra did to expel the fear in him. He also survived so as not to fall asleep until Mat Yusi came home.

He repeatedly smokes coffee that has been cold with the position of the body tilted. Patra again heard the simple bird story. He was shocked and immediately shuffled towards the window. He had never heard such a sound.

He peeked for a long time while squinting his eyes. However, the origin of the sound of the bird he could not find. Until finally Patra caught a shadow flashing from behind a tree. Patra's hair bristles back. His heart is beating fast.

Patra wasn't sure about the shadow. It was definitely not the shadow of an animal. He hoped that the greatness he saw earlier was Mat Yusi.

However, he had not heard the sound of people coughing. Patra pressed her body against the wall to pick up a katana.

With trembling knees, Patra just crouched down while holding Katana. He could even hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

The movements of the people out there were clearly caught in his eyes. They all wear gloves as ninja-style face coverings as Mat Yusi once told them.

Patra had a hard time calming herself. He held the katana firmly and slipped the flashlight behind the sheath.

He pulled the katana handle slowly. The iron rod looks slippery, shiny and sharp. A dragon with a gaping mouth like ready to pounce adorned his iron rod.

Patra was startled again with the sound of footsteps stepping on the dry leaves. Patra believes that the people in the area are getting closer to the hut.

He heard one of them give a signal to split up. Patra peeked again from the window. His heart was pounding more and more when he found out that one of the men was pouring liquid from a small jerry can towards the hut.

Patra knows from the smell. The guy just poured kerosene. Patra panic. His nose was getting a stinging smell.

The line between courage and fear could no longer be recognized by Patra. He decided to take an additional sharp weapon. Both hands are now holding a sickle and katana.

He remembered Mat Yusi's message this afternoon. Everyone has an instinct when their life is threatened. There is always a good time to save yourself.

Patra immediately took her school bag. Carefully he opened the door of the hut and desperately jumped out.

Blindly Patra swung the katana and sickle in his grasp alternately. Those people didn't expect to get a surprise attack.

One katana slash hit one of the arms. They take distance. Soon, someone gave a voice with a loud voice.

"Baker..!"

"Baker…!"

"Bagteregrr…!

“Bakarrr allaa..!

“Wait, don't..!” I heard one of them screaming loudly. However, the effort was in vain. They threw torches onto the roof of the hut made only of rumbia leaves. The fire is also easily lit.

Patra looked around, the fire started crawling the right side of the hut. He held up the two weapons in his hand and attacked again.

Some people were fighting Patra's attack. Others began pouring kerosene into clove trees and then burned them.

Patra no longer cares about the risks she faces. When the opponent is in the far distance, Patra swings a katana. As the men tried to get closer, Patra floated a sickle slash in her hand.

Patra's efforts made the people he faced felt troubled. However, out of nowhere, there is someone who is actually able to paralyze Patra's attack.