Itami No Chikara's
Self-Confidence Is Main

Gratitude and pleasure, all present after the unpleasant feelings arrive. Now, on public transport that smells already suffocating this, there is an early start of the conflict.

"W-what happened?" The question is spontaneously asked.

Cracks, that's what happened to the glass of this four-wheeled vehicle. The celestial paintings of the day are gone, as are the places of human creation. Unbelief is here.

The sky changed, the blue became red. There are no buildings, there is only barren land. Covering the thick red liquid, the background this time was beyond reason.

There were only three people in this vehicle. One driver and two passengers. That includes Afian Ika Pratama itself. Well, the male student who seems to have gotten a lot of burden today.

Whether it's the fog of tightening at the time of formalities or the red sky that became the background.

"W-what's this? K-why suddenly so—"

"Itami No Chikara."

Three words, spoken at the same time, cut off the inner words of the main character. People who wear black hoodies are the cause. Although, a sense of security has been given from behind this distrust.

A crack is created on the vehicle's glass, a shout coming after it. The driver is gone, changing into an unusual creature. However, it was not seen perfectly by the main character.

Everything had become a viscous red liquid that gushed out without any definite direction. Just because the figure of the person with the black hoodie and the sword in his hand was.

"Ughhh!"

Falling in a sitting position. The turmoil of discomfort had already enveloped itself. Alfian Ika Pratama, the male student without identity must have felt it again.

Feelings like earthquakes are present in the core organs of his life.

"Dam! You!" Just glancing at the eyes for a moment, the figure with the black hoodie returned to produce a thick red water.

His silver-colored sharp blade had hit something unusual again. His intention to check the condition of the male student should be undone, in order to eliminate the worst possible.

"We need to get out of here." The whistling of the fingers sounded loud, the figure with the hoodie was the one who did it.

After the glass cracked and broke, the rusty iron of public transportation also disappeared. Only his subordinates remained, before finally the blood-covered red space background was left.

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Birth at a time that supports death. The sound of crying sounded louder than the rain. A little man who can only cry when he finds himself in the world.

There were no words to say and a happy expression was the answer.

"Congratulations, Ma. His son was born normal." The woman who could be called the doctor congratulated, then gave the baby in her hands to the mother.

Yes, the mother who just gave birth to a baby boy. A delighted expression with tears that glistened into a cure for the pain of sacrifice.

"Which father?" The father emerged from behind the curtain of the door after the mother called.

Walking over with a happy and happy expression, the mother leaning in a lying position said, "our son, man, Dad."

A happy and happy smile, that was all the father could show. "What if mom named him?"

"Yes. From now on, our son's name is Afian Ika Pratama. Self-confidence is the main." The mother widened her smile, then rubbed and stroked the child gently.

Unconscious and will never think about it. About the natural conditions that became the background of the birth of the child. That was how it was originally, the life of this baby boy named Afian Ika Pratama.

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Time passed, from baby to child. The crawling position becomes standing. The brain has worked for sure, thinking about life that is still considered a speck.

"Mom! I want that! Want ituu!"

"Later, yeah, baby. Mom and Dad will buy it."

"really? Hurrah!"

Yes, those times are times that are instantly forgotten. Though it was intentionally forgotten. No request is obeyed, until finally consciousness infects the self.

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"Hmph! Bad dad! Evil mother! I hate! I don't want to be with you guys! I want to go!"

At that time, the attitude of resistance was shown by the boy named Afian Ika Pratama. However, all of that became futile because of his parents who melted his heart.

Afian had not yet entered elementary school at that time, but his curiosity and preparation were really too mature. Well, I don't know what the reason is.

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"Duh, Mom. Oh, yes, Afian is big. After all, the Afians were like that, huh?"

"Well, did you forget? I'm just inget!"

Yes, actually I also know that, the inner Afian who has now moved to the Junior High School bench.

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Come to think of it, why, yaaa, back then, could I be like that?

Intend to run away just because it does not get the trust of parents.

In fact, it is indeed siiihh. My parents left me with my grandmother before I went to school.

Well, why would I think of this try?

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"Didn-goddess!"

"Yes?"

"M-is that ..you, dating me?"

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Clear circle bring themselves. It doesn't feel the same as a micro-falling star from a black cotton island. Open vision at a speed that is not at normal limits. Makes organs in the body work abnormally.

"Huuh .. huuh .. huuuh."

Akh, what the hell is going on?

"uh? You're awake, aren't you?"

Netra immediately searched for the origin of the sound that entered the hearing. No seconds, the view gets its target. The figure of a man who looked as good as a twelfth grader.

"You …."

"Ck. Fucking man."

He's?

The sense of wonder is created. Although now the sitting position has become a sense of comfort for this main character, still. The words that the figure of the red-eyed man said were very questionable.

"What's your name?" The red-eyed man asked.

"A-fian .. Ika Pratama."

"Huh? Which is right? A-afian or Ika Pratama?"

"My name is Afian Ika Pratama!"

A pair of netra with a sharp red iris, like a red moon in a fictional story. Long hair with bangs that slightly cover the view, especially with its dark black color.

His pale white skin gave off a glare effect due to his black clothes. Afian Ika Pratama, the man who is still sitting on the bed, continues to pay attention to the red-eyed man with the above characteristics.

"Afian Ika Pratama, yes ..."-Smiling thin-"a similar name."

Eh? What is this guy talking about?

Only the inner word can be given as a comment. Dark room with old wooden walls. Afian just realized that he was in an old hut, like.

"Hey, Ian."

"E-uh? Th-ian?" Afian was surprised again.

The red-eyed man raised his eyebrows next door, "what's wrong?"

"B-no, nothing .. anyway."

Just surprised. This is the first time anyone has called me Ian.

"Well, I hope you're obeying my words now." The surprise returned. Afian began to be confused by the red-eyed man's words.

"Because now ..you must be me, Afian Ika Pratama!"