The Eternal War Kasarewang
Study Tour (5)

Harsa landed right in front of the black-robed formskitter. The weight of the formskitter aura was pressing down on Harsa much heavier than he had thought. His injured arm just felt stiff now. The entire terrifying memories of how he was helpless under the gaze of that one formskitter. He recalled his panic and despair when he became a guinea pig. Cold sweat started flowing down his forehead as they looked at him. Harsa's chest gurgled. He won't admit it, but Harsa is scared.

No, if brother Adi, certainly will not be scared like this. Inner Harsa in the heart.

The face-to-face event that lasted only a few seconds was like a century. The Formskitter watched Harsa carefully, but I don't know what was on her mind. Meanwhile, Harsa gathered her courage.

Move, Sa!!! His orders to himself.

Harsa mustered all her strength to move forward. However, when he was one step away from Harsa, the Formskitter raised his human counterpart under those giant roots. He separated the formskitter root and the human body. Then the big tree was crushed into dust. Then, he left as fast as he came, taking his friend with him.

“Heiii!!! Back!!” Shouts Harsa.

“Sa! Don't be chased!!” Shouted Gilda panting. He had just stood up and reached Harsa's place. His face was pale white and his voice hoarse. He didn't look good even though he wasn't physically injured. “We must call back-up to completely finish him.”

“Are you okay?” ask Harsa to worry.

Gilda shook her head. “No, my condition is bad.”

Harsa was panicking. “What? What should I do to help?!”

Gilda sat down and shook her head. “Let me sit for a while.”

Before long, Edi and Lisa came to their place. They looked messy, but unharmed. The praying mantis that attacked them was reduced to ashes when the formskitter pulled his friend away.

“What happened? Why did the formskiter back off?”

Harsa shook her head. “Perhaps because Gilda will already destroy the formskitter core. He went to save his friend.”

Gilda. “Formskitter is not like that.”

“Whatever the reason I'm relieved they're retreating.” Edi said wholeheartedly.

“How are you, Gilda? Is it better yet?” ask Harsa, crouch down.

“I don't even dare check.” Although Gilda said that, she stood up again. “But we have to talk about formskitter earlier. Somehow he got past my aura detection. Don't you feel anything, Sa?”

“I'm sleeping.” Harsa said honestly.

“Maybe you fell asleep earlier too.” Respond to Lisa without much thought.

“Hah? Naw. I can still detect formskitter even if I fall asleep. How long do you think I worked in the invisible fortress of Drestha?”

Harsa remembered something, but she decided not to say it. “Already. Let's go back to the Material World. You need rest.” He said to Gilda. “And friends are also there must be panic half dead.”

“Yah, come. Just standing here makes me tired.” Lisa said she was shoving her hammer back.

***

Barasa is at a loss for words when Harsa and the stranger disappear from sight. Is he dreaming? Is he hallucinating? But, the pain in his cheek from the hard bumps of the man was still throbbing violently. The wall that was cracked due to the impact of his punch was also real. Harsa did something with her magic again, and it was real.

Barasa's chest was still beating fast. Fighting with the man earlier was not like fighting with fellow martial arts experts. The punch with his profound energy had no effect. The man's punch was hard and it hurt a lot. The adrenaline was still not down when the sound of footsteps could be heard from outside the hotel.

“Heii! Barasa!” Call Barasa's roommate who came with the male teachers. He turned on the lights.

“Feel your nose is bleeding!”

Barasa wiped the blood flowing out of his nostrils. “Woahh.”

Their teacher's face turned pale when he saw the broken hotel wall. “You know you have to take responsibility for damage like this?!”

“What?! But I didn't intentionally! I wouldn't have ruined anything if there wasn't a smuggler strangling Harsa in bed time!”

“What are you serious about?!”

“Seriously, sir! I just came home to go to the room, then see Harsa again strangled the same unknown man.”

“I woke up and saw the same thing too. The wall cracked as I defended myself from the smuggler.” Added Barasa.

“When where are Harsa and the smuggler? I don't see them everywhere! Are you both sure you're not hallucinating? You should also return to your room early! Twelve o'clock nights is outrageous!”

“No idea.. Harsa was still there when I went to call the teacher..”.

“Harsa was away with the man... come out..” Kata Barasa was at a loss for words.

Their teacher kept his entire cell from swearing and took his phone out of his pants pocket. “I really called the police! Just be careful if you guys only prank!”

“Not necessary.” Said a woman firmly. “Police is already here.”

One woman whose black hair was tied back into Harsa's room whose door was still wide open. He walks straight. In his belt, a hammer was slung there in place of a pistol. Harsa Wijaya, in a tattered nightgown followed him from behind.

“Harsa!!” Barasa was immediately filled with relief. He ran and hugged his friend. “You okay?”

“Iya.” Harsa said with a smile as she gave her thumb. “You yourself bleed.”

“Hahaha! I haven't been hit that hard in a long time.” The word Barasa is still full of adrenaline.

“Who are you?!” ask their teacher.

While pulling out her badge, Lisa answered. “I police. I'll try to explain everything. Before that the children should be treated first.”

In the end, Harsa manages to escape the curious claws of the teachers with help from Lisa. They make up stories, which is not wrong either. The story is that Harsa is being targeted and will be kidnapped by a certain crime syndicate because she is an eyewitness. Now, Harsa is under eyewitness protection, but doesn't tell the school that she doesn't want to interfere with Harsa's life, which is just nonsense. However, with the original story and badges, they managed to hide the facts about magic and formskitter.

Unfortunately, stories are always rumors when it comes to the ears of the crowd. Reviewing Harsa's reputation at a school that has been branded as a delinquent, people think Harsa messing with motorcycle gang members to the point of being targeted by motorcycle gang syndicates. Harsa laughed just hearing such rumors, but Elis looked at her without giving a crack.

“Are you really okay?” she was worried when they got back to school.

“It's just a scratch wound kok.” He said while pressing the bandage on his leg. “Nease.”

“What is this that yesterday you said you couldn't tell? Because it is prohibited police.”

Harsa looked at Elis with gratitude. “Yes, bener.” Hansa said as soon as possible.

Elis still saw him doubtful. “You should just tell the story, even if not the details. So we're not surprised.”

“Iya, sorry. Next time I'll tell.” Harsa said lightly. He was relieved that they were finally able to return home safely.