"...Ah? wha..-- why? what have i done? ... Why are you guys doing this? WHAT HAVE I DONE!?』
*BEEP *BEEP
8 year old boy, with dark green hair that looks faded gray. Dark blue eyes like the deep sea, creamy skin that is neither too light nor too dark. Waking up in a sweat-soaked bed, a tiny square digital alarm clocked 5:20 a.m.; woke him up from a disturbing dream.
A glimpse of sunlight peeping from her curtain which was not open too wide, maybe because of that dream too- her bed looked messy, his blanket had been thrown on the floor when he realized it. Hurrying then, the boy tidied up his room, opened the curtains and washed his face in the bathroom. as a diligent child does.
"Agung? Mother has prepared breakfast here! Are you awake?" From downstairs came a woman's voice calling the Child's name; Agung --- Agung Harris Satya.
"I'm up mom! I'll go down soon!" In a loud but polite voice, Agung answered his mother's call. Wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt and cream knee-length pants, he carried a backpack that was hung near the study table next to the bed, heading downstairs. Going down the stairs, Agung went to where his mother called him—the dining room which is 2 rooms back from the stairs.
"Well, let's have breakfast. After all, the most important activity is that Agung has eaten first!"
A woman with black hair tied to the side, light blue eyes with a bit of a mole under her left eye, fair white skin matched her charming figure, slender body and 158cm height which could lead to the misunderstanding that she was a high school girl at first glance. This woman is Agung's mother, Frenda Larissa. As a single parent, she works as a Fashion Designer, even though it doesn't look like it, Frenda works hard to be able to support her only child well. Spends her time at night to finish work which sometimes has a very close deadline, but she can finish it without any problem.
"How was last night? Are you studying well?" "
Yeah, I learned a few things about machine mechanics."
*FLICK
Hearing her son's answer, Frenda flicked her son's forehead while chuckling,
"Why not normal lessons- You are still in 4th grade! Well, mom won't forbid you if you really like it ahaha!" Stroking her son's hair and making it messy as it was, Frenda was happy even though she heard the odd-sounding answer from the 8 year old child. Even though she looks sweet and cute, Frenda often displays her elegance and seriousness when dealing with work, this makes the people around her respect her and salute her commitment in completing any given task. Meanwhile, his son Agung Harris Satya—
"Mom, Agung goes first! Because my friends will be passing by in a moment!" Agung is seen greedily eating his breakfast, drinking a glass of water, and then grabbing his backpack to his back. "Okay then, come here." Frenda kissed Agung's forehead to send him off with good wishes.
"I'm out!" | "Be careful on the way~ Don't take too long to walk after school okay!"
With these farewell words, Agung opened the door and left his house. Frenda stood in front of the door waving her hand with a warm smile—remembering something.
"..Eh? Isn't today a holiday?"
Leaving his 2-storey house with a city and minimalistic nuance, Agung tightened the hooks of his backpack, running away from the crowded but spacious housing block, his daily life in Takarazuka, Hyogo Prefecture, Japan. After 15 minutes of running at a constant but fast pace, Agung arrived at the foot of the hill with a face that didn't look tired at all. He loosened his backpack and held the hook in his right hand as he climbed. Occasionally the sound of birds chirping enlivened Agung's journey, passing several mounds and dredged earth that were everywhere. The wind blew a few times but it didn't shake the boy's body at all. He looks used to it. The hike lasts for 10 minutes, passing some bushes on the way; a bang sounded not far from where he was at this time. He rushed to run into one of the trees on his left, away about 4 meters and then ran, jumping towards the tree.
he loosened his knee when his left foot found surface to tread on, strengthened it again and threw his body into a tree 4 meters away to his right, Agung darted through the thicket like Pinball, with a motion that made no sense. Like a Ninja in an action movie.
*BAM *BAM *BAM
Agung was getting closer, closer to the source of the sound. Passing through the bushes, he came to a wide plain with a single large tree on top of a mound that formed a small hill. The previous sound source came from the tree.
* BAM
The tree shook a few more times, and then stopped when Agung stood right in front of it.
"Oh? Arrived already?"
The body is well-built, solid black clothes with gold patterns on the sleeves that look "traditional", black pants that cool some kind of green cloth patterned with black grid lines, as well as a cold head covering the forehead with cloth of the same color but without a pattern. An old man-- appeared from behind the tree welcoming Agung's arrival to that place.
"I have to hurry to get to this place, so mom doesn't remember it's a holiday." Agung let go of his backpack and leaned it against one of the big rocks not far from him.
"Hey, at least we have plenty of time now right?" The old man grinned while stroking his thin bearded chin but uniformly colored with an aged appearance.
"I guess, but at noon I have to go home for lunch. I don't want to make you worry" answered each other, Agung opened his backpack which was leaning against a rock and took out something ---
"Okay, if I'm not mistaken before you told me to practice with this right?" Moving his fingers nimbly, Agung took out a wooden carving in the shape of a Karambit which had a sharp enough edge to injure someone.
"Hah, you don't look like an 8 year old Agung, you know that."
The old man raised his forehead while letting out a bit of laughter as he saw Agung's shrewd fingers twirling his carved Karambit. Taking a small breath, the old man confirmed his way of speaking towards Agung.
"Okay, then let's start the next practice."
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Frenda Larissa has an only child who she loves very much, in order to support her small family, she works as hard as she can as a fashion designer which makes her feel all kinds of pleasures that can be found in the industrial world.
And the Son; Agung Harris Satya...--
"Fine. I'm ready any time Kid!"
"Come at me grandpa!"
A Fighter.
=== Crossroad ===