Itami No Chikara's
Not Normal People

"Jepaahang!" One word which is the name of the country is mentioned. Long and tall, that's the tone.

Other words were said afterwards. Surprise, that's the point. There is no need to say what is said after the name of the country. All of that exists only in the mind.

"Eh? W-wait a minute …." Time was created for thinking.

The sound of the seconds hand from the clock became loud in this silence. "Emm... Inii, what do I want, huh?"

"Basic."

Eh?

The gaze was deflected backwards, seeing the black figure coming back. The voice of the figure is what makes the curiosity. Curiosity for Afian.

"Who-you mean?"

"Huh. You know what, that's what?"

The head is shown as the answer. The black figure prepared to return for an explanation. But now, he immediately moved and took a close distance.

Afian widens his eyes. The black figure was already before him and started whispering something.

"If you know, why don't you get ready and go back to school, huh! Don't you care about people who are, well .. maybe."

Hem's?

"Aarghs. Get ready and go! You must know how to become a transfer student, right? Hurry hurry! Barely bee-go!"

The black figure instantly closed the room door. Afian was outside. His hand held nothing, only his position remained the same.

The brain immediately returns to work, after every word and sentence that the black figure says is digested.

"Squeaky. Like a woman."

Eh? Just sec.

"What name should I wear? No way, I'm using my own name." Afian said in an elevated tone, although it was still within normal limits.

He looked at the door of the room, waiting for an answer.

"Heah. Just use the name written on the file!"

"Oh, okay." Afian ended the conversation with a lowered tone.

"So, that's, yeah, my name?- sigh-"just call me Ian."

"Huh? Why aren't you ready?" A black figure suddenly appeared before, making a shock that almost claimed lives.

"Eh? Now, huh?"

"Yes, bego! Take a shower and get ready! Don't you think about the people you left behind after you became what you are now, huh!"

Like a lightning bolt within, Afian creates an uninhabited darkness. He was silent, thinking and rethinking what he had almost lost.

"Sintya .. Bella."

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The time off has finally arrived. Little little secrets are being dismantled a little lately. Although it seems, no one has noticed it yet. Ian Kurozuki, the Japanese transfer student, is now in the spotlight.

"Are you really a student from Japan?"

"Yes. Your Indonesian is very fluent. Don't-don't, you're Indonesian, huh? But he lives in Japan?"

Ian could only laugh a little before finally answering the curiosity of the students in Grade IX C.

"Well, my mom is actually Japanese, but my dad is Indonesian. So, yes ... naturally, I'm proficient in Indonesian."

"That's it, huh? It's just worth it." The understanding is well received by the students who ask.

"By the way, greetings, yes! My name …."

Oh ayolaah! I know your names! inner Ian while trying to act like a transfer student. Hearing and pretending to remember the real name already imprints in the memory.

The introduction is very useless if it is used as a dialogue. So does explaining who Ian Kurozuki is.

A few disciples gave invitations, but Ian rejected them calmly. Though inappropriate remarks were given in response to his refusal.

They're all the same, yeah. There was no pain at all.

Well, really, how important am I? I want to have or no cake. No, it has no effect on them.

Haha, it turns out to be true, huh, it feels like this.

"Hem?"

"Ah, sorry. Can you stop looking at me? I don't like being stared at like that" Sintya said directly at the core of the matter.

Although it was not a problem for Ian, there was no reason to fight back. Ian just nodded then smiled a little.

"Your name is Sintya Bella, right? Yoroshiku nee's."

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Go, go and leave the past. That's time. His journey could not stop until the rest of the time came. That's the end of the day, the end of learning time.

"Be careful on the road, yeah, kids. Don't stop by anywhere else, go straight home!"

"Good, Mom!" answer all the students at the same time, Ian Kurozuki was no exception.

The disciples moved from their seats. The teacher was left out of the classroom first. After that, the disciples walked out. Although some students stepped foot to where the cleaning equipment is located.

"Weeh! Picket men!" shouted one of the female disciples who had already grasped a broom in his hand.

The student's gaze led to the male student who had almost neglected his picket duty.

"My picket removed the whiteboard, yeah!" Immediately, the male disciple took out the blackboard eraser and removed a glimpse of the writing on the blackboard.

The thousand footstep was instantly carried out by the male disciple, making the other female disciple shout at him.

"Hey! Don't run away, yeah! The picket!" Only the screams made by the female disciple, then the sighs followed after her.

There was no intention to pursue, that was.

"Snack." Ian said in a tone that only Sintya could hear.

Incidentally, both of them were still in class. Deliberately waiting for a quiet classroom atmosphere and only filled students who picket. Of course, this is a coincidence.

"Should have said that he only wanted to delete the writing on the board, not remove the board. Isn't ... the use of the word is wrong?" Ian continued his words, giving a question mark at the end to Sintya who looked the same.

The same in terms of staring, expression and speech.

"It was wrong, but it was a habit. It's natural to say so," said Sintya replied to Ian's astonishment with a tone that could be said to be cold.

"First, yes," Sintya concluded the conversation.

Ian simply nodded slightly and muttered, "i guess .. it's just you, Sintya."

You're the only one acting different.

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"Did? Who her? Your brother?" asked the black figure giving intonation a voice that felt high.

High in the sense of underestimating the interlocutor.

"Ah, not anyone. Just ... schoolmates only," replied Afian in a low tone at the end.

The sense of disbelief is shown by the black figure. His red eyes stared at the red netra that belonged to Afian. It creates a sense of nervousness and compulsion to swallow warm saliva for Afians

"I know you lied to me, right?"

The heartbeat sounds loud, entering the brain without the need to pass through the ears. Afian was speechless, although that was not the case.

"A-kh …." A groaning sound was released, Afian started to hold his head.

Whatisthis? Why do I feel like this?

"Aakhs!" Down, that's the position.

Now, the discomfort is inside. Like a nail stuck in a tree. Not just one, but more than that.

Afian could not help this unpleasant feeling. A taste that began to give this bitter memory.

"Aaaaakhs!"

Don't remind me!

"Tch." Finger shuffling is done afterwards. The red-eyed black figure had relieved her pain.

It left a pitched breath for Afian who was already bleeding in his soul.

"Itami No Chikara's. If you can't control my power, my form you're using will never be of any use!"

"A .. What do you mean?"

"Because you ... are no longer a normal human being, Ian Kurozuki!"