Itami No Chikara's
Students Moving From Japan

The morning sun finally showed itself. The breath of trees is still conveyed to the city that is identical to pollution. Although in fact, this city is quite balancing his life.

Hopefully.

Footprints were left behind faintly. Tone intonation at the strands entering allegro mode. White color removes the blue paint belonging to space. There was no word for the buildings around.

"Wait, Sir! Don't walk yet!"

The four-wheel drive of the blue vehicle came to a halt. Not far from the stop, the door of public transport resembling a bus was immediately opened. Let one of the screaming passengers get inside.

"Huh, huh .. thank you, sir!"

The movement occurs, the driver has stepped on the gas pedal. The teenage passenger sat in the seat. The happy expression was displayed by the teenager with the male gender.

"Where are you going, son? So rushed. Going to Junior High, huh?" The driver asked the teenager.

"Yes. To SMP two, sir. Coincidentally, I was transferred there."

"Oh, transfer student, yeah. Where are students moving from?

"From Japan, sir."

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Time has changed as well as the background. First high school, this is the place. The morning sun at 07:00 is a sign for the melodic bell.

To sound the tone as a sign of the entry of study time.

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Calmness and quietness became the atmosphere outside. While in the room named class, there is no taste the same as outside. There is only calmness that still produces sound.

"Kids, before you start your lesson, I want to tell you something.

This is about your classmate, Afian Ika Pratama," the teacher continued in a grieving tone.

"Before, I want to say that, I am sorry for the death of Afian Ika Pratama due to the explosion yesterday afternoon. Maybe those of you who have seen the news this morning will know, if Afian has …."

Silence is created, the teacher stops giving words. All the disciples looked silent and started to lower their heads. However, one of the disciples had already lowered his head earlier.

The student sat alone. The seat next to him was not filled by the other students. The back corner with a window showing a green field, that was where the disciple was.

"We pray' Afian right together, yes, pray it starts." The teacher lowered his head.

Prayers are offered by everyone in the classroom. There was no exception for the disciple who increasingly hid his face by looking down.

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"Good, Kids. We start the lesson, yes. Where are we?"

The sound of the door being knocked sounded. The teacher turned to the door. The disciples also looked in the same direction, although some seemed to focus on notebooks and lessons.

"Sorry, Mom, interrupt the time."

"Oh, new student, huh? Forgive me, yes .. I forgot to say it. Come on in, kid."

Curiosity wrapped in high curiosity. Ignorance enveloped before someone outside finally entered the room. The gaze expanded, someone who was that new student was already standing in front of the class.

Looking at the disciples who were staring at him wide.

"Kids, introduce. There's a transfer student from Japan. Name …." The teacher seemed to think. Although finally the answer was directly said by the new disciple.

"introduce. Atashi, Ian Kurozuki desu," said Ian Kurozuki, a new student, who introduced himself.

A wide variety of expressions and flavors are shown. Admired, amazed and so on. Although one disciple seemed busy with his own book, some had already looked towards the new disciple.

Ian Kurozuki's. New students with high posture and slightly pale white skin. The net is black which emits a slight reddish color. However, the thing that made the disciples keep staring at him was because of his black hair.

Well, this long hair is a little emm, making me uncomfortable, actually.

"Yes, thank you, Atashi boy, for the introduction." The words of the teacher managed to provoke the laughter of the students, as well as Ian, the new student.

"My name is Ian Kurozuki, Mom. Atashi is Japanese, which means me." Ian explained in a soft tone. Manners certainly felt in every word.

"Oh, that's it, anyway."

"Yes, Mom."

"By the way, your Indonesian is fluent, huh? Have you lived here long?" ask the teacher in curiosity.

Ian laughed a little before replying. "Yes, Mom. I've been living here for about a month."

Surprise created. The view was immediately replaced by a male figure in front of the class. Grief was put aside for a moment after hearing the teacher's words.

Ian looked at the back corner, right in the direction that the teacher was pointing at. His gaze was not directly directed at his chair, but toward the female disciple next to him.

The female disciple who looked widened her eyes to him.

"It's okay, isn't it, Ian?"

"Ah, it's okay, ma'am. Thank you," concluded Ian bowing his head to the teacher.

After that, he walked to the seat shown. The seat is in the back corner. Next to the view of the green field shown by the window glass.

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After sitting quietly, learning begins. Eve and a new taste, all of it felt after the arrival of Ian Kurozuki. Even if something remains the same.

"Hem?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Sorry."

Awkwardness, maybe this is something. The astonished and curious expression was shown by Ian Kurozuki, the man with long shoulder-length hair who was tied in a bun. His gaze continued to lead to the female disciple next to him.

The female student is known as Sintya Bella.

"You ... Why, Sintya? Why are you sitting in my place?" ian's inner self before finally refocusing on learning.

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Before, when the sun has not shown itself, but the morning has become a self-identity. The story of the main character begins to focus. To find out how the flow changes.

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The clock's needle rang, producing a sound that marked silence. He cannot be heard if there is no silence. The silence and silent air, it was created over the gaze between the two figures here.

"God."

"Tch."

"Huhuh?"

"Huh. Now what?" tanya Afian ended a brief dialogue started by the black-eyed red figure.

The room is rectangular in shape, but still gives the impression that the shape is square. One television and a wall clock, two sofas and one table. Signifies a minimalist living room.

Afian is there now. Stand near the door of the room which is located far from the TV and sofa. His red eyes stared intently in that direction. To where the red-eyed black figure was sitting leisurely.

"Yes, who cares." The sound of the TV being turned off was heard, along with the disappearance of the black figure. Afian is speechless.

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"Haaaah ... what time is it now?"- looking towards the clock that is on the mirror-"fifth hour, huh? It's still morning."

Closing your eyes and covering yourself with a blanket, drowsiness tries to be collected. Even though it feels so useless.

"Well! Can't sleep! I have to try!" High tones are a sign of ignorance in words.

When choosing to sit and look in the mirror, old thoughts reappear. Come and enter yourself.

"I …."

Still can't believe it.

"Huh." Small breaths are issued, then move and tidy up the room that is not too messy.

Almost all the limbs are moved. Consciousness enters the mind when movement feels different. Although other things managed to divert his thoughts.

"I-this is not …." Eyes widened, fixed gaze directed to objects in the hand.

Rectangular shaped object with direct handwriting. The view focused on that thing. One by one the words are read, although some letters and words are written differently.

"Snack."

Isn't this kanji? The mind goes on one word that is sounded.

"Eh?" The brain immediately reactivates the sense of surprise.

"Jepaahang!"