To You, Myself
Memories and Search

The one who showed up. Replacing Dara's position into a table to avoid Dijara's attack, came with applause and questions. While Riia went straight to her son, she stood next to Dijara to calm her anger. Even though teenagers are still emotional.

"Md. So, you're more upset because Mr. Dara insulting lives... No, something like you respect?"

"Then who are you? Let me cut off his tongue first, and then we'll talk!" Dijara said full of emotion.

People in an eccentric way of dressing came as the leader of this guild. Done apologizing. They went home, without prolonging the matter and therefore Dijara asked for compensation in the form of money for his torn clothes, all asking for their wages for today.

Only Juve did not return. He was asked to have a two-eye talk with the guild leader, so he stayed behind and talked about the incident just now. Because Dara's mentality immediately went down when facing Dijara, only he was a bit close to them.

"You're aware of it, aren't you? The union leader."

"so. It was not just a strange dance, although this was just an assumption that Nak Dijara drew a plant called an orchid flower, then he attacked Dara and something invisible attacked following the movement of the Dijara," grandfather reveals his opinion.

"Really! The angel of death. The boy must be finished, before-m-ma. before!" Dara was acting strangely, with a maniacal behavior he seemed to convince them both if there was a creature behind Dijara's back. Strengthen the word of the chief.

The guild leader sighed. He took out a black crystal, placed it on the table showing footage of their fight. Because every time there is a dispute, like a black crystal CCTV hanging from the ceiling will record all the events until the union leader comes to break them up.

They played the tape, many times. But for Dara it was like torture and escape because he could no longer bear to see it. Juve looked seriously, he was eager to find out what kind of magic Dijara was doing until everything petrified in fear.

"Ah, Juve take a good look. Just before half a metre of Nak Dijara's sword touched the table, the table had been neatly cut in the shape of an orchid flower!" Said grandpa.

"really. This proves that the dance asks something that Dara sees, to attack the target with an attack like this flower shape," Juve murmured.

"This may be the power of the crown, after all Riia is the descendant of that person.so it is natural that Nak Dijara has this kind of power, but I think it is too soon. So, Juve please keep an eye on this kid lest he antagonize humans!"

They discussed for a long time. Speaking of lineage, until dawn Juve was about to leave the hunter's guild building after he had talked a lot with the head of the hunter's guild, the old geezer. With a complicated expression he looked at the regularly scratched floor, with a bung shape

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Dijara travels around the city alone, as the scene against a rank 6 hunter proves that he can take care of himself. Since long ago when he wanted to buy goods, he was always accompanied by a mother or father who was very protective of their child.

Although Dijara is not too happy. The world considers food from grassy plants, such as vegetables that grow in the ground is considered dangerous. Because Dijara was a bit lazy to enter the forest, where the monsters had been wiped out by the hunters, he even saw there were several groups of hunters back and forth.

"No. I'm looking for a plant, and you're not destroying the area around it until the plant dies, are you?" With a clear face, Dijara asked the hunter who greeted. That way he can calmly look for what he wants without worrying, even though he remains vigilant.

The ecosystem here is very similar to the earth, not similar anymore. The only difference is that there are monsters. Therefore Dijara took everything that is known, in a faint memory knowing when he used to grow crops. To save money.

Suddenly when about to pull out the sweet potato, stopped for a moment considering the moment the children ran in the garden and their mother was beating the insects. He curls his lips, begins to miss the children who are always running around and when teenagers ask for advice on love father makes the owner of this memory smile blankly.

"I'm sorry dad, you know if I'm a hundred years old but I'm two-five. You have children too. Definitely understand... When..." Dijara stopped the lip movement, he involuntarily shed tears and hastened to wipe it with a vibrating finger.

The earth realm has no magic, only a handful of humans are capable of such a miracle and that includes Dijara. So they should understand that the death of their father is natural, but he cannot imagine their children taking care of them and then getting depressed, because they are unable to.

"No. They're smart kids, sure to understand reality and hopefully..." Dijara stood while staring at the sky repeating his sentence, "may you not inherit the greedy nature of those you love."

Dijara came home with a burlap sack containing vegetables and fruits that come from this forest. He looked around, there was a pile of twigs and another woman was collecting firewood. He was shocked to forget that task. With a forced expression, this man hurriedly kept the loot of the forest home.

"Ah, going back and forth like this is exhausting even the day is almost night." Dijara stretched his hands, after putting firewood in the union yard and just made a report to the union. He enters the guild, deserted with no other hunters, other than the workers and a few people.

"Ah, son Dijara what's wrong?"

"report. The union is closed?" Tanya Dijara looked around, everything was in order. After being answered, they do not allow hunters to take missions today, if there comes just a report it can still be origin other than that it is not. Hearing that answer Dijara left.

She met one of the girls who was silent in front of the table, a bright red haired girl standing gracefully. Dijara faced and put the paper of duty, this man's attitude was very indifferent, making Dijara feel he was unfriendly. Like always a bitch.

"Siska. Please take our things, tomorrow, will you?"

"certain." Answer Siska.

"Ah, with nak Dijara in exchange for a fine," said the union leader with a plain face. Injara sighed he was indeed late, even though it was only two hours, he had to keep the agreement and the wages were still given as long as he escorted Siska, the receptionist of this judge. He rarely even spoke.

Once again Dijara noticed Siska, a hair style tie into one on the back of the head after being combed to the back, aka resembling a ponytail. Nothing of interest to Dijara, other than the pink eye color, reminded her to search as quickly as possible for the girl's existence. This is faster better.