The Eternal War Kasarewang
Harsa vs School Orientation Period (3)

After a demonstration from the gardening club, Harsa's group moves from the front garden of the school, to the hall on the fourth floor. There, they saw demonstrations of theatre clubs, film clubs, and later martial clubs. They show the attraction of breaking wooden slabs with a tonjokkan and a series of martial dances.

“Uohhh!!” The spectators applauded and exclaimed in admiration.

After the show of attraction, the head of the martial club greeted them. “Halo, friends from first class. Our martial club here is very famous for its achievements. From a few generations back, there have always been club members who won various sports tournaments, both at regional, national, and international levels.”

As the club's chairman spoke, the projector mounted in front of them displayed photographs of the victories of their club members as well as delineations from various martial arts tournaments.

“Therefore, we promise to train all our members to be the strongest. Training at our club is not easy, but all our hard work will pay off in every tournament. Not only who have been exploring this sport since Junior High or Elementary School, friends who just want to start exploring martial arts sports are also accepted. We are very happy if we find the talents that were previously hidden. If there are friends who want to see a demonstration of the strength of this club, our members are ready to accept the challenge.”

The first-grade students fell silent, all feeling foolish to challenge their upperclassmen, except for one. He stood up and moved forward without hesitation. Some of the other disciples applauded in admiration, others even sneered. Harsa herself, began to feel worried.

“Hei? Are you sure?” Harsa whispered, but Barasa did not respond.

“Quiet.” Elis said with a small smile. “Strong feeling kok.”

Elis' words proved to be true. One of the high-muscular seniors advanced to become Barasa's opponent. With a proud smile her hands stretched forward, directing her to advance first. Barasa nodded, and gave his greetings before forming the horses. His hand hit quickly. Not only Barasa's hands are moving, but all the muscles in the legs, back, shoulders, to the arms also support in one intact movement. The proud expression on the senior's face disappeared already in a split second, then was replaced with a sense of surprise. Not expecting his opponent to strike solidly, the senior was late putting up good defensive horses. Barasa's punch hit his arm trying to protect the face. Sound ‘Patt!!!’ it sounded loud from the punch that threw the senior all the way to the seats of the first-class children across.

Just as at the time Harsa broke through the ranks of the basketball club members, people gasped before giving cheers and applause. Including Harsa. His chin fell wide open in surprise. Not only because he did not expect Barasa to be very strong, but that movement...Gerakan Barasa has a power that....., remind him of his own magic?

The senior quickly stood back up, his face flushed red and he shouted in self-defense. “I'm not ready, that's all!”  But his voice was covered by the cheers for Barasa.

The chief immediately took over, patted Barasa on the shoulder, and invited him to sit back so that the cheers quickly stopped. His hands were waving so that attention would return to him. “Good, good all. I can't believe anyone's a martial arts expert. How, does anyone else dare to try?” When no one showed their hands, the club's chairman approached a cengkring boy who did not pay much attention to their attractions. “How about you?” just point it out.

“Eh?! But a-”

“Ehm.” The chairman of the martial club did not wait for his answer. He pulled the first-grade disciple who was clearly feeling uneasy into the middle of the hall. “Do not worry, this is just a demonstration.”

Harsa's hands sweat as soon as she sees the child's expression. Harsa had already glanced to the right-left, but soon realized that they were not being watched by the teachers. His bad premonition proved to be true when the boy was slammed and made into a laughing stock.

Damnit damnit! Harsa in the Heart. Doesn't this include bullying? They deliberately choose people who are not interested in martial arts to improve the image of their club that was damaged because of Barasa earlier!

Harsa's worries turned into a burning annoyance. The insensitive children laughed, some of the more sensitive children went pale and looked away, not knowing what to do. Fewer thought of acting, and fewer actually acted.

However, the senior had only just stopped because he saw Harsa standing up. Without waiting for the club chairman to let him, the senior challenged. “Why, heh?! You want to try going forward too?”

Harsa, actually also has no strategy against the sisters of this class. One misstep, he can be bullied by the upperclassmen on the first day of school. He has no intention of making trouble. He stood up without a second thought, as his sense of regret could not let him remain silent. Hearing the challenge, Harsa advanced without knowing what she should do.

The senior attacked first. He ran towards Harsa and launched a top kick, directly aiming for Harsa's head. Harsa's athletic body reflexes do khyang, avoiding the top circular kick of it. He immediately got back on his feet and dodged the senior's trained attacks.

“What heh? You can just avoid it?!” tease the senior.

Harsa's chest is getting hot. Before, he had never studied martial arts, but Harsa realized his body was more athletic than his peers and he had pretty good reflexes. If only he could cover his tons with magic like Barasa, he would defeat this senior easily. At the same time, he could feel magic energy leaking from his vase. Point it at his fist and release it! If he did that, he could push this senior to the back like Barasa without even touching him. Or. he could burn his senior to death.

Harsa recalled her shattered room when she was eight years old, then she remembered her father's words to guard her identity. Lastly, he recalled Elis' astonished gaze when he commented that ‘like’ there was a spark coming out of his leg at the time he was playing basketball.

Harsa struggled with her own mind.

Finally Harsa took good care that no physis came out of his body. Without physis, his attacks were easily reversed by the senior. Just wait until finally Harsa returned to her seat with a bruise on her face.

“Are you okay?” elis asked worriedly to see Harsa's right cheek start turning blue.

“Ngak.” It takes all of Harsa's energy so he doesn't explode. It felt like it took every cell in his body to prevent him from burning this school. It was fortunate that the demonstration time of the martial club was over and one of the OSIS organizers immediately called the teacher to the hall. Thanks to the OSIS committee, Harsa can be separated from the senior with just one bruise on his right cheek, but whether the senior will be properly punished or can get away with the reason ‘ makap’.

“Sorry. I feel guilty. Really.” Barasa said sincerely. “I'm ahead because I like martial arts, and I think they're really strong.”

“Not your fault.” Said Harsa again sitting on his stool and picked up his MOS book. He had to see anything, read anything, in order to escape this burning anger. His eyes accidentally read the schedule of the MOS event, and found that after the demonstration of the martial club, there would be a demonstration of the magic club.

According to the schedule, a long black-haired girl to her back was preparing a table and magic equipment to the middle of the hall, alone. He wore round glasses that covered his eye bags black. His small posture seemed to have trouble lifting up the properties of the magic club demonstration. At the same time, the members of the martial club were retreating.

When the senior who beat him up saw Harsa, he paused for a moment and put on an arrogant smile. “Sok hero!” His ejek.

Then, Hansa got out of control. Like a grenade exploding when the trigger was removed, magic flowed out of his body, directly in the form of fire elements and burned both the chair and his MOS book. The school fire alarm rang loudly, the automatic fire extinguishers on the ceiling of the hall scattered water down and wetted everyone in the hall.

The room turned into chaos.