The Eternal War Kasarewang
University of Drestha (3)

Aster's request weighed on Harsa's mind as she exited the dorm hall room. They returned to the open field of the Drestha City University. Amidst the frenzied atmosphere there, Harsa's eyes widened when she saw the long hair pink familiar. The burden of his mind was gone when he was distracted by this one woman.

“Rucira?” Call her.

The girl immediately looked up and waved with a big smile. “Harsa!”

As expected, Rucira was not alone. Behind him, Kriya loomed. His eyes narrowed at Harsa's presence. Like yesterday, Kriya looked unfriendly. Unlike Kriya, Rucira approached Harsa and Adi without hesitation.

“Wah, you want to start school now? Really great spiel?” rucira's eyes widened with admiration. “I heard you were the youngest participant yesterday!”

“Ngak, kok! I'm just dropping off a friend. I'm still in school too.”  Harsa shook her head.

“School? I thought you were home-schooling.” Said Rucira raising next to his eyebrows.

“Yes, I learned magic from my sister. The school I mean is a school for humans.”

One more time, Rucira's eyes widened. “Humans have schools too? How was school there?”

“Eh, yes. Come to school and learn.” Harsa has difficulty describing her daily activities.

“Wow, how exciting! I don't like to learn what because humans don't learn magic, right? I'm curious to learn anything if I don't learn magic. I guess I can get in there, right?”

“A.. what?!” Harsa could not hide her surprise. “You want to go to school?!”

Rucira nodded confidently.

Harsa could not imagine that there was a Kasarewang who entered her school. They could attract the attention of the entire city, it was impossible for the entire city to accidentally show its magic. Let alone magic, if anyone sees the pink hair and green eyes of the natural Rucira…

Harsa shook her head. “I think it will be difficult... and dangerous.”.

“Ow...” Said Rucira disappointed.

“You don't need to go to that kind of school, Miss.” Kriya said she didn't like it.

Rucira's eyes narrowed. “Ih, what the hell, Kriya? If I want to know how.”

“You yourself have started school?” Harsa switched the conversation so as not to be awkward.

“Ngak, coke. I also delivered my brother.” He pointed at one of Kasarewang in the crowd of colorful hair. Kasarewang who he pointed it both has pink peach hair color, but his eyes are dark purple. He was talking a lot with his friends. “Hehe, you may not believe it, but Kriya and I were the second youngest participants in the exam yesterday, you know!”

“He?” Harsa nodded.

“So I also enter later.” Rucira. “Bareng Kriya.”

Harsa nodded because she did not know what to answer. “Ohh, you two always, yes.”

“Yes, dong! We are friends!” Said Rucira happy.

“Hah? Whahuh? A fella? No, I'm not your friend.” Refuse Kriya.

Alis Harsa. His mouth couldn't stand teasing. “What? So, dating?”

“Ngak!” They both scream at the same time.

“But how can you say we're not friends?! We've been together from small.” Rucira protest.

Rucira's face shriveled. His eyes began to glaze over. “Ueehhh.” She started crying

Adi patted Harsa on the shoulder with a flat expression, but her head began to grow tired. “Back, yuk. Sometimes I have to agree that you are more mature than other kasarewang your age.”  I'm Adi in Indonesian.

Harsa nodded in agreement. The interaction between Rucira and Kriya was beyond his reasoning. On the other hand, Rucira's unreasonable question gave a deep impression on Harsa's head. He never met Kasarewang who was very friendly and curious about humans. He also recalled how Rucira had instantly become acquainted with Aster when the second stage examination began.

Maybe I shouldn't be too pessimistic. Harsa said in a pleased heart.

***

Not really, two years have passed. Now Harsa is studying in the third grade of High School. On the first day of school, Harsa came up with twenty-five watt eyes. The holidays back, the sleeping hours are chaotic because it continues to move from home to Drestha.

“Morning shoots really.” Barasa's comments came first.

Harsa threw herself into the empty seat behind Barasa, as usual. “Uuhh. Not very sleepy I just slept at three.”

“Haha, why try?”

“No sleep aja.” Grumpy Harsa. “Turkey is so.” Harsa really could not keep her concentration until she gave up on maintaining her aura.

Duh, this morning there will be no attacking formskitter, right? Think Harsa. No problem ten minutes just pulling my aura…

Harsa rested her head lazily on the two folded hands on her desk. He pulled his aura just staying towards this one class. All the bustling information is lost when Harsa takes away her aura.

“Your hand is still not healed?” Barasa realizes that Harsa's arm is still covered with bandages.

“But.”

The wound on his hand had not changed since Kasarewang's doctor in Drestha tried to repair his hand. The black file did not even budge in the slightest. To an ordinary human, the wound looked like a very terrible bruise, so Harsa covered it with a bandage. The wound no longer hurts, but sometimes his hands feel stiff and difficult to use to write. The treatment of Darma is also useless. His mother never gave up on dealing with illness, but this time, taka da can do Darma. Erik shook his head to see Harsa's wounds. So, he can only wait for a meeting with King Kasarewang.

“Is it really okay? Have you been to the doctor?” tanya Barasa was worried.

Harsa could not help but laugh. “My doctor knows. He's already given up. Wounds like this are not wounds that can be healed physically.” Harsa said while imagining his vassal that turned terrible since he received this wound. Until now, he was not used to his vassal form now.

“...” Barasa was silent for a moment. “Then how?”

Harsa put a smile on her face. “Do not worry.”

But Harsa can't be like that. “You're really in danger huh? Come to think of it on the first day of MOS, you were also attacked by the Shadow Guard... Time I wasn't worried?”

“...” This time it was Harsa who could not answer. Now, Harsa is fully aware that her life has been targeted by an organization consisting of humans and formskitters. They wanted to use Harsa to create clever formskitters that were more powerful than ordinary humans combined with ordinary formskitters.

“Truly yes, Sa. Yesterday you helped me a lot about my grandfather. If there is anything, especially related to your safety, do not hesitate to say I, yes.”

Harsa's smile turned sincere. “Iya, relax. I must have said. Fortunately the three of us are classmates again.” Harsa said she saw Elis rushing into class because he was a little late.

The cute girl waved at her two friends before sitting on the one empty bench left behind the classroom. Behind him, their new homeroom teacher also entered the class. He's not alone. A girl who is familiar to Harsa follows their homeroom teacher's steps firmly. His sky blue eyes instantly caught the attention of the boys throughout their class. His long hair that reached the waist tied one neatly to the back. His skin was as smooth as the skin of the Caucasian people. Complete with Harsa's school uniform, without hiding a Kasarewang's flashy appearance, Gilda stood in front of the class smiling confidently.