The Eternal War Kasarewang
Race (3)

Barasa slapped his pencil to the table after finally finished answering the last PKN problem before finally rushing to go collect the paper answernnnnnnnnya to the front of the class. Finally after a week of grappling back with the week of UTS, Barasa was able to breathe long and relieved.

“Nice work.” Harsa said with a friendly tos.

“See my energy runs out.”

“I also.“

“Tomorrow you can come right?” ask Barasa. He was referring to the day of the final match of the martial tournament that Barasa was taking part in. On Saturday, Harsa and Elis promised to come and support Barasa.

“Iya, come, really. Appointment.”

“Still.” He said with a long sigh and squeezed his hand.

***

The martial tournament event was much more crowded than Harsa thought. The event was held in a GOR basketball. Harsa, Elis, and Aya sat in rows of raised seats on the sidelines. From there, they could see the opposing coaching team approaching Barasa and talking to their friend. Barasa looked confused listening to the words of the opposing team coach. Harsa felt sorry to see Barasa being cornered by the opposing team's coach. From where he was sitting he shouted over the sound of chatter before the match started.

“LATEST!! CHEER UP!! YOU DEFINITELY WON!!!”

Aya laughed and followed Harsa. “KAK BARASA IS INDEED THE MOST POWERFUL!!”

The poor teenager was shocked. He immediately turned to look at Harsa with a reddened face. Some people also looked at Harsa in shock at hearing that yelling sound. Unexpectedly, Barasa went to Harsa instead.

“Yes, geez, Sa! I'm so embarrassed.”

“Hehe.” Harsa laughed in obscurity.

“But thanks. I was not comfortable talking to my coach first.” Said sincere.

“Your former coach?” asked Harsa with an ascending eyebrow.

“Iya. He used to be a martial arts coach at my school in Junior High. He wanted to invite me back to join his team, and he offered to recommend me to the national team, if I.

“Hah?! That's fucking bullshit! You don't want to, dong!”

“Aaan anyway? Anyway brother Barasa must win, yes! I don't want to know.” Just cut Aya off.

“Spirit Barasa!” Elis added with a sweet smile. “You can definitely.”

Barasa smiled as he felt reassured by his friends and sister. “Iya, relax. There's no way I'm relented.”

Two games went at once on that basketball court. Both matches are played in wide circles. Barasa is very calm. His face was expressionless as he cornered his opponent. Their match ended quickly. Barasa managed to get through the semi-finals easily.

After the match, Barasa rested alone in the participant room. An hour later, Barasa returned to the basketball court. This match is to determine the champions one and two.

Neither Harsa nor Elis understood the rules of the tournament, so they always cried out whether Barasa was in a squeezed position or not. Elis was also busy taking photographs for Barasa's martial arts account. One thing that Harsa can note, Barasa uses his physis in very small amounts, in contrast to when fighting formskitter. Barasa's opponents did not use formskitter at all. Therefore, Harsa was confident that Barasa would win. He could not understand what happened when the jury raised Barasa's opponent's hand.

"What?! How can?" Harsa doesn't believe it.

"Don't he really give up?" Elis' question cannot be answered.

“But..” Harsa does not believe that Barasa relented.

The three of them immediately came to Barasa after the distribution of gifts and trophies.

“Congratulations, Sa!” Elis said before the others could bombard Barasa with questions.

“Thank you, Lis.” Said Barasa who was still flooded with sweat

“Iya, Brother. Congratulations, dad. But I originally hoped that big brother could be champion one! Champion two is okay. No pressure.” Said Aya, although actually her words were very pressing.

“Hahahaha.” Laughing dryly. “Tadi his opponent is good. How you gonna do it again? Never mind, champion two I am grateful.”

“But you accidentally gave up right?” ask Harsa to worry.

Barasa. “Ngak, coke. I really try as much as I can. Suer.”

Hasa's forehead is wrinkled. “But your opponent.. Both can not use physis, e, I mean deep energy. I'm confused as to why you might lose. You also resist the use of energy in you. Though, I'm sure you're stronger than them, but why…? You're like holding back.”

“Yes, that is, Sa. I have to hold back. If only use force, I'm sure I can beat them to a pulp. This is not just a fight. It's race. It is judged not by who wins, but also the techniques used. I also had to hold back so they wouldn't get hurt. If they get to the hospital, I'll be blamed too. Anyway, if I use deep energy while I know they can not.. It feels like cheating.”.

Harsa's cheeks were so shamed. “Iya, right too. I didn't think of going there.” I'm Harsa. He recalled the incident where he was suspended for beating up his classmates. Harsa also recalled how unenviable the basketball game was when he had mastered physis. “Good. As long as you are champion two not because of the words of your former coach, I am calm. Congratulations yes, Sa.”

“Hehe, thanks, Sa.” Said Barasa smiling.

“Iya, right too. Two really cool champions even.” Said Elis. “See I got a photo of you fitting again receive a trophy. Very cool, you know!” He said while showing the photo to Barasa. Harsa could only swallow.

“Hehe, I will definitely post. Thanks, Elis. Thanks for coming, too, yes!” He told Elis and Harsa. “I'm happy, kok!”

“Yes, nih. We will celebrate, yes! Should, you! Only if now, I'm the same Harsa still there is a smart race meticulously. Pray we win too, yes!”

“Iya! I also definitely came to watch.” Barasa.

“Neventless. You sleep later.” Said Elis jahil.

“Ngak, kok! Won't do! What else if I watch you! I mean, you two!” Fortunately, Barasa's face had been flushed from the beginning because he had just competed.

“Hehe, yes already. Ready, yeah. Promises. Pray we win too so we can have fun together.” Elis Pinta.

“Siapp!! Pretty no fun money little.” Said Barasa while showing the check he just got. “The rest can help my mother. We can have a good meal later tonight, Yes!”

Saliva instantly flowed into Aya's mouth hearing the word good food. “Truly, sis? I can ask for anything to eat, can't I?”

“Yes, anything under fifty thousand ya!”

“YEAY!! THANKS, SIS!!” Aya said happily while hugging Barasa. “Ihh, sweat smell.” He said he took off Barasa.

Barasa laughing. “Salah you yourself hugging. I have to take a shower before I go home.”

Elis laughed too. “Not so kissed kok.”

“Ih, Brother Elis if from deket not very good.” Denied Aya while shaking her head.

“Already, I know I stink. You wait a minute, yeah! I take a shower!” Barasa said, then left Aya to his two friends while he ran towards the bathroom and changed clothes.