The Eternal War Kasarewang
Harsa vs Patience

Returning home from the school festival, although Harsa was worried about Aster's curiosity, the boy fell asleep in his room immediately after reaching home. He was too tired to think anything about Aster because of his tired ranking.

The next morning, he told Erik about Aster's suspicions.  As Harsa feared, Erik began to lose his temper. “Harsa, I'm amazed by your honesty, but if you keep this up you can announce to the whole school that you're half Kasarewang!”

“Yes, I won't, Pa.” Denying Harsa pouting. “So how to deal with Aster. I think he's been suspicious ever since I fell asleep talking about Kai.”

“But first, before I continue, are you sure your friend is a good boy who has never been involved with any organization, right?”

“Yes, geez, Pa! No! Aster only cares about magic. He's not even on OSIS. She also learned magic self-taught.” Bela Harsa's. “After all I know papa cares about the relationship between Kasarewang and humans, unlike Adi Kak, but if Kasarewang never shows himself to humans, how can build a relationship between humans and Kasarewang?”

“...” Erik was silent for a moment. For a moment, the bad memories of how he was fired up to have to work in an ordinary company by pretending to be a human reoccur in his head. “Where did you know that?”

“Kak Adi told me that before papa's vassal was damaged, papa worked for the Kingdom of Kasarewang as an ambassador for the government of Indonesia.” Answer Harsa honestly.

Erik took a long breath. He did care, but ever since his vassal was damaged, he had been forced to relinquish the post. “Good. It's actually good if Aster wants to be on good terms with Kasarewang, it doesn't matter you tell him about Kasarewang, as long as he doesn't spread that information everywhere.”

Harsa smiled with relief. “Sure Aster not bucket mouth.”

Darma held up the plate they were wearing for breakfast. She glanced at her husband and then her son. Strictly he reminded, “Hey, game! Later late!”

***

With a cheerful and light heart, during the break, Harsa went to the third floor where the second grade class of children were located. Previously, he firmly convinced Elis that he would meet Aster to talk about the magic club show yesterday, not for anything else. Yesterday, honestly Harsa felt bad for Aster for coming home just like that, leaving the girl alone, without even answering her question. Therefore, he wanted to immediately explain everything to Aster, after he got permission from Erik. He's looking for Aster's class to see you.

In that class, some of his upperclassmen were eating together, but Aster's figure was nowhere.

“Search what?” Asked a bongsor male student who was sitting in front of the class.

“Hm, I'm looking for a second grader whose name is Aster.” Answer Harsa.

“Aster?” Harsa's question was even answered by a female classmate who was working on the task diligently. “Today he did not enter.”

Harsa took a long breath. Is he tired from the art scene? Ask Harsa in your heart.

“Any?” Those words pecked Harsa's heart harder than usual.

“Yes? The insider who likes to fantasize about magic and its work is just looking for a member of the magic club?” The second-grade boy's ejek. “What are you looking for that weird kid?”

“Have a different hobby with most people is not just for people to be weird.” Hansa replied somewhat annoyed.

“Ooohhh. First-class kid dare to answer, yes.” The bongsor boy began to stand up.

“Hey, wasn't that a first-class kid who was at that time abstaining from the martial club?” ask the friend who is standing.

Damnit. Curse of Harsa in the heart. They were second-graders at the time.

“Bener too. Oh gosh. Didn't you make a storm in MOS, now no more fuss? You think because we don't bother you anymore after the incident in MOS, it means you can songong that?!” The two children came straight to Harsa.

“Heeii!!” The female senior who had learned to shout threatened. “I call teacher you know!”

Harsa did not want to make a fuss, yet this time she was ready. Now, he had the ability to control his strength. Harsa would not accidentally burn that senior. He could also control how much physis he would use to strengthen himself. “Who the hell, who's actually songong?” ask Harsa back without fear. “Let's apologize to Aster later.”

Harsa's words blew up the emotions of her upperclassmen. “YOU!!” They shouted while running towards Harsa. The boy's right hand was outstretched to punch him, while his friend attacked Harsa from the right. Harsa swerved to the left, stopping the senior friend's attack while dodging the bongsor senior's attack. Harsa improves the quality of his aura and drains a little physis throughout his body evenly. The release of her aura changed Harsa's entire senses. The clash between the physis of his body and the physis in the opponent's body gave him access to information he had never felt before. Compared to the formskitter movement, the speed of his upperclassman's movement was like the speed of a turtle.

Turning against Harsa, the senior bongsor again punched with his right hand. Harsa caught the bump easily, then threw her body to the side. The senior friend who was behind him was now eyeing Harsa, but easily Harsa dodged to the side, and kicked her open senior belly with her knees. The senior tumbled backwards.

“Argghhh!!” They both scream in pain.

Harper woke up from a nightmare. Guilt had already enveloped his heart. Did he kick and throw too hard? Does he put too much physi?

“Duh, ma-”

Harsa's words were cut by the shouts of other disciples.“Oh!! Teacher's coming!! Teacher's coming!”

Unmitigated, the one who came was the vice principal. Both of her seniors were still slumped on the floor grimacing in pain while Harsa looked at the two of them with an uneasy look. Quite in one glance, the vice principal let out a long sigh, then Harsa knew she was in trouble.