EPISODE 1 | THE TRUE OTAKU
Sunday. As the lecturer said, the students went on a field trip to the cultural museum. At the museum, Oka and his fellow students carried out their group assignments. They took notes, photographed some historical objects, or interviewed the museum guide. Other students do the same. All of these materials are important for the observation report, for the thesis of course.
Oka and his group walk along the corridor. Following the guide's directions, they followed the guide who continued to explain. Occasionally the group stopped, when the guide pointed out interesting historical objects. The students stopped in unison, enthusiastically observing the historical object. A gold kris in a glass box, medium size.
"This is an ancient gold kris found under the foundation of the Kudus Tower. This kris was accidentally found by a construction worker while renovating the tower's foundation, which had tilted due to the earthquake three months ago. In other words, this kris is still warmly discovered. ...." The guide explained what the gold kris was all about—pointing to it with the palm of his hand.
Some students took notes on the guide's explanation, taking pictures of the kris.
Surrounding the students were many other historical weapons, of various types. They were in a traditional weapons gallery. Oka's otaku friends are not particularly interested in the golden kris. But they like it here, they like looking at the various traditional weapons, it reminds them of the characters in isekai anime, where most of the characters use medieval or traditional weapons like that. Oka's otaku friends come out of the crowd of students, who are listening to the guide. They had more fun together looking at the other traditional weapons. Imagining being isekai anime MCs, with their magical abilities and imaginary colorful hairstyles.
"Hey Friend, imagine me using this machete to attack my motorcycle gang enemies." Adam exclaimed, pointing to a long machete displayed on one of the gallery walls.
The other otaku friends turned to him.
Adam posed, acting out his favorite anime character. A samurai pose about to cut down an enemy. Stance, hands on hips, as if he were holding a katana, ready to draw it (like a child).
"Electric breathing! Zing-zing-zing!" Adam swung his hand into empty air, hof-hof-hof, while shifting quickly three steps. Feeling like he was Zenitsu from the anime Demon Slayer.
The otaku friends laughed at his behavior, "Ha-ha-ha ...."
"Then I'll use this axe," Ghosan replied, pointing to a nearby axe. Also demonstrating his favorite anime character's pose, the pose about to attack. Putting up a wide stance, his right hand was raised, as if he was brandishing the axe he had just pointed at. While the left hand clenches a downward fist, "Cruel Sun!" Posing to attack the Seven Deadly Sins anime character named Escanor.
This is how it is when otaku's start to flare up.
"Parry! Clank!" Haidar joined in. Demonstrating Noor's character attack from the anime I Parry Everything, parrying Ghosan's Escanor attack. Slashing through empty air with an equally empty hand, as if holding a greatsword, and parrying the attack.
"Ha-ha-ha ...." Oka's two otaku friends, Ose and Tori, laughed at their behavior.
"That Escanor's power is enormous. It can't be deflected!" Ghosan didn't accept his favorite anime character's attack being parried (in jest).
"I can parry Escanor's attacks too!" Haidar replied, as if he was Noor saying it. "That Noor has the power of plot armor. That's the strongest power caste that no anime character can match!"
"Already, hey! We're getting stares from other visitors, you know." Tori admonished, asking Adam, Ghosan, and Haidar to stop acting up.
"Serious Punch!" Ose next to Tori, who had been silent with him, started acting up again (demonstrating Saitama's attack from the anime One Punch's Man, punching empty air forward).
"Here we go again, playing along." Tori turned to Ose, chuckling.
"He-he." Ose laughed mischievously, grinning widely.
Indeed, their behavior had actually attracted the attention of other visitors, "What are they doing?" Some of the other visitors looked at them, astonished.
"What are they doing there?" One of the students, among the crowd of students with the guide, asked the friend next to him—looking back, and seeing the childish behavior of Oka's otaku friends.
"That's normal, that's how it is when a otaku is having a fit." His friend replied lazily, not caring.
Tori then realized something, "Where's Oka?" He realized that Oka hadn't been joking around with them from the beginning. Tori and the others looked around looking.
" .... According to rumors in the community, when this kris is found, it can give pain to the user. Some residents have also seen it sometimes emit white, gold, or purple light. Of course, this is just a rumor of the local community. In addition, this kris is also still very intact, so there are many irresponsible people out there who want to target it, and then sell it at a very expensive price. That's why this gold kris was brought to the museum, so that it can be guarded from those irresponsible parties, and taken care of properly. As citizens, we must protect our cultural heritage. It is estimated that the price of this gold kris could be up to 30 billion ...." The guide's explanation continued.
Some of the students who were paying close attention nodded.
After a few minutes of explaining the gold kris, the guide continued. The group of students followed him. They left the gold kris behind.
Oka's body was clearly visible once the group was no longer huddled around the golden kris. He was standing there, alone, still staring at the golden kris before. It turned out that he had been there before, with the group. He didn't break away like his friends. It looked like Oka was even interested in the golden kris.
Tori then looked at Oka—finding him, "There you are." Tori walked over to Oka. The other otaku friends follow behind.
It's quiet. Oka still silently stares at the golden kris.
"What's up, Man?" Tori asked, tapping Oka on the shoulder.
Oka stunned a little, glancing at Tori next to him, "Oh, hey, no. It's nothing. I'm just fascinated by this golden kris, aha-ha ...," Oka says, pointing at it with a crisp laugh.
"What a charming kris." Tori joined in staring at the golden kris. Staring at it listlessly (both hands stuffed into his coat pockets). It's normal.
"Yes," Oka agreed.
Clinck, the golden kris blade looks shiny, very charming.
"Imagine, going into isekai with this kris weapon. Crazy. Full counter!" said Tori—while demonstrating the Meliodas Seven Deadly Sins attack. Twisting his body, while his empty right hand swung to slash.
"Booo ... start. It's the same on its own." The other otaku friends came cheering for Tori from behind, having just seen Tori's behavior, which was no different. It turned out that Tori had the same problem.
Oka and his otaku friends laughed together, "Aha-ha-ha-ha ...."
They all continued on. They left the golden kris there. Beautifully displayed in a glass case. Clink.
***
Half an hour passed. The group is now looking at a framed explanation of an ancient painting. They had arrived at the gallery of paintings by the Archipelago's great painters. Various works by great domestic painters are beautifully arranged and displayed on the gallery walls.
Oka's otaku friends remain as uninterested in the guide's explanation as before. They don't even take notes on interesting and important things. Geez, how are they going to get material to write a report? Oka too, this time even joined in on the joke with them. It's a good thing he's so smart in his major.
At the gallery, Oka's otaku friends aren't too interested in the artistic paintings around, unlike the traditional cool weapons. They were talking about anime this time.
"What about Riby? She's a otaku girl too," Adam asked, asking Ghosan for his opinion. The two of them were talking about girls. Otaku girls of course.
"Hmmm, how about that, huh?" Ghosan thought for a moment. He was actually looking at Riby, aka the otaku girl, who was not far in front of him, among the crowd of other students.
For some reason Ghosan's face turned red.
"Why is your face red?" asked Adam, surprised to see Ghosan's face change color. Adam immediately understood. He smiled teasingly.
"Uh, really?" Ghosan pretended not to know. Become awkward, even though he was blushing.
"I noticed, Man." Adam then teased Ghosan, clearing his throat while nudging his waist.
"He-he-he." Ghosan laughed grinning, scratching his hair that wasn't itchy. He could not cover up.
"Hey Riby, don't you want to be Ghosan's girlfri—" Adam suddenly shouted at Riby from afar, almost asking her to go out with Ghosan. Ghosan of course gasped in panic. Damn, that was close.
"You idiot!" Suddenly Ghosan silenced Adam's naughty mouth, smacking him on the back.
"If you want a otaku, then get a cosplayer girl," Haidar cut in, chiming in on both of them.
"Aha-ha-ha ...." The other otaku friends, including Oka, laughed at that. Indeed, cosplayer girls are the dream of male otaku.
"Hey, Ghosan," Ose called Ghosan, Ghosan turned his head, "Do you think Riby was ever a cosplayer?" asked Ose, asking Ghosan for his opinion—while grinning mischievously. Even joining in on the flirting with Ghosan like Adam. "Just imagine her in a cute costume, being an anime character girl. A girl with ears and a cute, adorable cat or bunny tail. It's really very kawaii," Ose continued to tease.
For a moment, what Ose had said crossed Ghosan's mind. Ghosan smiled to himself.
"Cosplayer girls are just dream girls for real otaku like Oka," Haidar said, "Aren't you, Oka?"
"Yes, he-he ...." Oka replied innocently, grinning. He actually admitted it.
"AHA-HA-HA-HA...!" His friends burst out laughing at his confession.
"What's your ideal cosplayer girl, Oka?" Tori asked, laughing and patting Oka on the shoulder.
"A Shea (Arifureta) cosplayer girl with kawaii bunny ears and tail of course. AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA...!" Haidar chimed in with a joke, but he answered instead. He laughed out loud to himself.
"That's your dream, anyway. You like furries, right?" Ose replied to Haidar.
"What‽" Haidar didn't accept.
"How could I not? I often see you massaging a cat's belly with a lustful look, like you're about to mate it," Ose said.
"Eh—" Haidar choked.
"Hey, that's my wiafu!" Adam didn't accept his ideal anime female character, or waifu, being taken away.
"Euh ..., Adam likes furries," Ghosan chided Adam.
"It's up to me, the taste is my taste," Adam countered with a solid, solid, solid.
"I think Tori is the truest," Ose pointed at Tori next to him, "He even has a bolster pillow with a picture of her dream waifu in his room," Ose mocked, innocently exposing Tori's shame, "He's crazy as hell."
"Not a real otaku anymore, Dude. But an acute otaku," Haidar added.
Male otaku sometimes like to make their ideal anime female character their wife, or waifu as they call it. Absurd? Indeed, what else is crazy. They often argue that it's just like playing with Barbie dolls or something like that. But if they get crazy, they are desperate to buy a bolster pillow with a picture of their waifu, for example, like this Tori. I don't know how legal it is to marry a sprawling creature in religion.
"Whatever, instead of you guys, single. Don't have a partner." Tori tried to defend herself.
"Well, shouldn't you be the same then?" Oka immediately gave an ulty.
"AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA...!" The other otaku friends burst into laughter at Oka's words, laughing their asses off at Tori. I don't know if Tori was just delusional or what, but his words clearly didn't make sense. Tori was downcast.
The guide had finished explaining the ancient paintings. The group moved on, and they followed him back.
Oka and his otaku friends saw the group leaving and immediately approached, rejoining the group.
"HEY, CATCH THAT THIEF!" Suddenly, the loud cry of an adult man could be heard in the background.
Two security guards ran over, chasing after someone wearing a red hooded sweater and a black mask. The hood of the person's sweater was pulled down. And he seemed to be carrying something.
What, a thief? All the heads of the visitors, including Oka and his entourage, turn, their eyes fixed on the direction of the exclamation. Wondering what was going on.
Turns out there was a thief. The thief ran very fast. He passes the group, right in front of Oka's eyes. Oka and the thief are very close, only a few centimeters apart, just to the left of his shoulder. But Oka was pensive, watching the thief pass in front of him.
Deg!
Deserted ....
It's like being transported to the subconscious.
What's going on? This feeling ....
What's wrong?
What is... happening? Actually... what am I feeling?
Oka was lost in his subconscious.
Quiet.
Oka suddenly felt the determination of a hero in his heart. The determination of an MC. The otaku spirit within him thrashed, the true otaku spirit, shining brightly. It was like a call to catch the thief. The call to fight villains, to eradicate evil. Oka wants to do it, really wants to, wants to be a hero like the MCs in the anime.
Oh, is this feeling called true otaku?
CLIIIINCK! The light bulb in Oka's heart burns brightly!
Unfortunately, the group and other visitors only snapped out of it when they heard the security guard's call, still trying to make sense of the situation for a few seconds, looking around uncertainly. In the end, no one had time to intercept or catch the thief. The thief passed by with ease.
SHOOO! But Oka immediately ran after him! He ran with a forward leaning pose, both hands stretched out behind him, a shinobi running pose. His long hair fluttered in a cool way.
Oka's otaku friends were surprised to see him running after the thief, "Oka!" shouted Tori nearby.
It was no use, Oka's otaku friends immediately started running after him, they also ran shinobi style. It was unique to see how otaku ran.
"Ish, you otaku," chirped a fellow student who had seen their antics at the traditional weapons gallery, upon seeing them running unconventionally.
Oka continued to chase the thief.
The thief ran faster than the two security guards behind him. The two security guards were out of breath, both of them far behind. But Oka was still chasing, passing the two security guards.
The thief entered the next gallery, the pottery gallery. A chase between Oka and the thief ensued. Oka and the thief run around the gallery. There were a lot of very artistic historical clay crafts around, neatly organized with great care.
Visitors were shocked to see Oka chasing the thief. Some of the female visitors screamed, one or two choked.
The thief was in fact able to run swiftly even though the gallery was quite crowded.
Crack-crack-crack! Not caring, he ran through the crowd, even though he bumped into and smashed some aesthetic pottery. The pottery was broken on the floor—they must have been very expensive.
"DON'T RUN, YOU!" Oka shouted loudly at the thief, continuing to run after him.
The thief looked back for a moment, surprised that someone else was chasing him, "What?" It's great that he was able to catch up with me, the thief thought—more precisely, he was surprised that someone was able to catch up with him.
The thief chuckled, "Damn students!" he snapped.
The thief pulled a table beside him until it fell, BAM! The pottery on the table shattered to the floor. An elderly visitor near the table screamed in surprise, "Kyaaa!" The thief uses the table to block Oka, leaving the table collapsed behind him.
"I won't let you get away, Gearshift!" Oka shouted—while referencing Deku's abilities in the anime My Hero Academia. Doing the same thing as his heroic friends—starting again.
But for some reason, unlike his friends, the mention of the ability just now seemed to actually give Oka power. As if he was really Deku, Oka's speed increased.
WHOOOOS! Oka jumped faster, approached the table, tapped, jumped over the table, somersaulted (slow motion) ..., passed it, tapped, fell to his feet smoothly, and immediately returned to the chase.
"What the heck is that‽" The thief was surprised to see it, as well as annoyed (continued to run away). The thief chuckled, "Wow." Looks like he's not an ordinary student, he thought.
Trying to block again, the thief continued to knock over other pottery tables. BAAAM-BAAAM-BAAAM ...! CRACK-CRACK-CRACK ...! Dozens of pieces of expensive pottery broke into pieces, scattering across the floor. The gallery was now in chaos.
Seeing that many tables had collapsed in the way, Oka called out again the abilities of the anime characters she had watched, "Boost! Boost! Boost! ...!"
Calling out that ability, Oka became agile, easily avoiding the collapsing tables. Jumping, sliding, dodging, gliding, rolling, somersaulting, and so on. Performing maneuverable parkour stunts. Some of the nearby visitors were mesmerized (clapping).
"Insolent!" The thief was getting annoyed.
Three minutes into the chase, Oka frowned angrily, mounted her stance, "Kaio-ken!" Then it was Goku, "Full Cowl!" Also Deku. His long hair seemed to be sticking up. So much power seemed to flow through him.
WOOOOSSS!!! Oka ran again, faster than before, racing the thief. Oka's face hardened, roaring loudly.
The thief began to catch up.
"What?" Still trying to escape, this time the thief picked up some pottery, throwing it at Oka.
Grap! Oka swiftly picked up a broom stick and mop lying nearby while running. Using them as weapons, it was like wielding a pair of swords.
Five pieces of pottery flew at him simultaneously. FOOS! Oka leapt forward with full force. "Black Meteorite!" He delivers a powerful slash at the five pottery pieces in the air. CRACK-CRACK-CRACK...! Successfully deflects it with just one slash.
Still in the air, Oka also launched a super kick at the thief who was right in front of him, the kick continued to slide, approaching the thief's head (slow motion), starting to get closer ....
Getting closer ....
Just an inch away ....
A little more ....
The thief glances back, and Oka's kick hits him right in the face, hard.
"Unitied State of World ...!" Oka shouted out loud.
"SMAAAASH!!!"
POOOOOW!!!! A super kick hits the thief in the face.
BAAM! The thief was knocked down.
"Damn students!" The thief erupted, thoroughly annoyed, growling with emotion. Fresh blood dripped down his nose from under his mask. He quickly got up, turning around to face Oka.
But Oka landed smoothly, standing in front of the thief. She then set up a stance, picking up the broom stick and mop.
The two of them are now in a fairly quiet part of the gallery area, just the two of them there, face to face. It's quiet (dramatic atmosphere).
The thief gave a sour look.
"Damn," he chuckles.
Crunch, she squeezes her fingers.
Oka stares back warily.
The thief then laughed wickedly, "Want to be a hero, huh? Very funny .... Aha... Aha... AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA .... Don't be pretentious, BITCH!" The thief scolds, swinging a fist at Oka's face.
"Yuck." Oka clucked, set! He swatted away the thief's fist with the mop stick in his left hand. TUCK! At the same time, he hits the arm hard.
"Ugh!" The thief winced, clutching his arm in pain.
FOOOS! Oka continued to slash. TUCK! Hits the thief hard on the head, with the broomstick in the right hand. The thief felt dizzy (stars swirling above his head).
"FUUUUCK!" The thief snapped, growling in exasperation. Oka charged back, throwing a fist to the stomach.
BUKH! The thief's fist smashes into Oka's stomach. Oka had to hold his breath against his stomach, to lessen the pain of the blow. "Ugh!" Just a little choked up.
"Son of a bitch! FULL COUNTER!" Oka countered the blow, firing a fist upwards, while holding his broomstick.
BAAAK! A punch to the thief's chin, "Kokusen!" followed by a punch to the thief's stomach, "Kokusen! Kokusen! Kokusen! ...!" Spam Kokusen constantly, fists flying.
"Ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh...!" The thief gasped. What the hell is this guy‽ the thief's mind was overwhelmed. TUCK! Oka hit the thief's heart upstream very hard to end the tubian, making him feel sick to his stomach. The thief staggered.
"This kid is crazy!" Not giving up yet, the thief threw another fist forward.
"Hiraishin!" Splash! Oka dodged like lightning at the mention of that ability, as if teleporting, dodging behind the thief.
The thief immediately turned around, "What (nani)?"
"Omae wa mou shindeiru!" Oka's anger was triggered, CLIIING! Both of his eyeballs glowed red. The aura of otaku +9,999 emanates strongly from his body, the power of otaku is truly present. Oka was about to unleash a deadly ability.
"What did he just say?" The thief no longer understood Oka.
Oka set up a stance, preparing to unleash his deadly sword attack, the MC of all MCs, Aincrad's sword technique, "Starburst Stream!" Unleashing the attack, "HIAAAAAAAA!!!" Shouting very loudly.
TUCK-TUCK-TUCK-TUCK-TUCK...! Beating the thief's entire body with broomsticks and mops to a pulp. Continuing to beat him mercilessly, relentlessly. Oka went berserk, roaring ferociously.
"ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA...!"
Oka's otaku friends who had caught up with him watched the action from afar (they were a little further behind).
"Crazy! Since when has Oka been able to pull off such cool, anime-like moves?" Tori was mesmerized, amazed. He didn't expect Oka to have such great fighting skills. He must have learned them from anime. Oka was really digging the anime he was watching, Tori thought.
"There's an air of authority, Man." Haidar chimed in behind Tori.
"He really is a true otaku. The power of a otaku comes with it." Ghosan added, saluting Oka.
"If I were that thief, I would've wanted nothing to do with Oka. No-no, I'll warn myself. Look at Oka! How he's fighting. He's going to kill me and I have to run, then I'm not allowed to escape because he'll catch me. That's because he's overpowered and I'll be lame. He'll be like in the anime episodes. The thief is really stupid for fighting him," Ose said.
"Crazy! Ha-ha-ha ...." Adam exclaimed with laughter.
The thief staggered limply, his whole body in complete pain, but he was still standing.
"Hinokami Kagura ...." Now Oka would launch his finishing attack to end things.
"Ni no kata kai ...." Oka let out a breath of concentration.
"Heki-ra no Ten!"
SWIIING! Oka slashes the broomstick 360 degrees horizontally, with full force—while twisting the body. TOCK! Slashing the thief's head so hard, it was a killing blow. The pain is felt all the way to the thief's skull.
Oka slashes like a samurai, past the thief's body, back to him. With the broomstick and mop in both hands stretched slightly high behind him. Oka then stood proudly.
Brug, the thief collapses behind him.
Five seconds of silence.
Crat! Fresh blood spurted from Oka's mouth, reddening her chin.
"What‽" Oka choked, "What happened?"
Oka immediately felt an intense pain in his left ribs, and then looked at the sore spot. DEG! Stunned, Oka turns pale at the sight. Wide-eyed, gasping in disbelief.
No way!
A kris had sunk deep into his ribs. Fresh blood soaked through his shirt and jacket.
Since when? Oka's body trembled.
"A ... ak ... akh," he gasped, his whole body was limp, his skin began to turn pale, his legs could no longer stand.
Bam! Oka collapsed, crying, fresh blood spraying from his mouth again, his head dizzy.
"OKA!" Tori screamed in shock when he saw Oka collapse.
The other otaku friends were also shocked to see him.
"What happened?" Ghosan wondered.
"He was stabbed by a kris," Haidar replied realizing.
"It's bad!" Ose exclaimed.
"We have to save him immediately!" Adam said.
Oka huddled there in pain, gasping for air. This must have been a dream. No way, no way, no way am I going to die, Oka's mind was in turmoil, unable to believe what he was experiencing. Oka whimpered, wincing in pain. Then he tried to pull out the kris that pierced him.
"AAAAARGH!!!" Oka screamed loudly, in pain. It was so painful! Fresh blood from his ribs continues to flow, pooling on the floor, spreading around his cowering body. Serious bleeding.
Oka gripped the hilt of the kris in his ribs and tried to pull it out, screaming in pain.... ....
"AAAAARGH...!"
Slash! The kris was pulled out. Blood splashed from the ribs as soon as the kris came out. "Hah-hah-hah...," panting, Oka looked down at the kris in his hand, hands and blade covered in blood.
Deg! Oka gaped in disbelief, "Haaah!" Choked up, it was the golden kris in the weapons gallery earlier. It turned out that the thief had stolen the precious golden kris.
"Gold... kris." Oka said softly, whimpering with pain.
The thief's foot stomped so hard on Oka's arm, which was holding the golden kris, that it broke.
"AAARGH!!!" Oka screamed in pain.
Wretched! The thief was not defeated.
"Too bad, fu-fu-fu ...." The thief chuckled.
"Ekh, ... that ... shit." Oka popped his head, letting out a grimace.
Oka's grip on the golden kris loosened, the thief snatched it away and examined the golden kris in his hand.
"Good thing it's not broken." His voice is hoarse.
***
As Oka slashed at the thief's head with his previous finishing blow, at the same time, the thief nimbly retrieved the gold kris in the bag, which had fallen when he was knocked down by a United State of World Smash kick to the face. The thief managed to retrieve the bag containing the golden kris, and then took it out, thrusting it into Oka's ribs.
"Ni no kata kai ...."
"Heki-ra no Ten!"
SWING! TUCK! Slashing the thief's head with great force.
CLACK! Just then, Oka's ribs were pierced by the golden kris.
***
Oka's gaze shines on the thief's shoes, shining from bottom to top, revealing the thief's face, already battered from Oka's earlier attack. Blood was running down his temple from the finishing blow.
Oka's body is numb, he can't fight back, can't really do anything.
"How pathetic." The thief grinned wickedly.
Oka's eyelids felt heavy, beginning to relax.
Why?
Why did it... become like this?
I thought... I was going to be a hero like an MC.
Why... why did I... become this pathetic?
What I'm doing... is it wrong? Oh, I'm really pitiful.
DAAAM! Ghosan came in with a leaping kick, just like Genji, kicking the thief in the head.
BUK-BUK-BUK...! Tori and Haidar followed, helping Ghosan beat up the thief. "FUUUUCK YOU!" Ganging up on the thief who was already battered into very battered.
"Ugh," Oka grimaced.
Ose and Adam approached Oka, "Oka, hang on!" shouted Ose.
Oka was silent, staring blankly at the ceiling. Fresh blood ran down his mouth, wetting his chin. His face is as pale as a corpse, eyes limp and sleepy.
Ose tries to cover Oka's wound by puffing up his coat, pressing the wound. Trying to stop the bleeding. Come on, I hope she's still alive, Ose hopes. Unfortunately, the bleeding doesn't stop, and Ose's coat and hands are covered in blood.
Adam ran to find an officer who could help.
"Hang on!" Ose called out worriedly.
Oka's vision began to blur. The light from the ceiling lamp was a little dazzling.
What I'm doing here... is actually pathetic or ....
Like an MC hero.
Maybe a pathetic hero.
That's okay.
Isn't the hero MC also sad sometimes.
The important thing is ....
I'm still like an MC.
Hopefully.
The two previous security guards had just arrived. They both tried to help Oka, but it was too late.
The people around were starting to come closer. Flocking to see what was going on. Crowding around Oka, they were shocked to see him drooping and covered in blood. A group of students arrived three minutes later, saddened to see him. An uproar of questions filled the ceiling of the gallery. Three adults helped, in vain.
Oka vaguely saw the feet of people crowding around him, saw him with very blurry vision, kept getting blurrier ....
He catches a glimpse of the golden kris lying nearby, dimly visible.
Oka's vision is completely blocked.
It's dark.
Silence.
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Statistics
Name: Kosen Lokananta
Origin: West Java
Gender: Male
Age: 23 years old
Date of birth: January 19th
Classification: Ordinary human
Blood Type: O
Height: 173 cm
Weight: 72 kg
Skin color: Sunny
Eye color: Jet black
Hair color: Black
Alignment: Good
Status: Single
Grade: A+
Powers and abilities: Physical Attack, Wealth of Theory, Destruction of Distraction, Imagery, Grasp of Speech
Equipment: University suit, white shirt, blue tie, singlet, black belt, jarik, trousers, underwear, casual short boots, socks, wallet, handkerchiefs
Weaknesses: All attacks
Leading attack/technique: Swooping hard kick, one-point critical punch, aimed consecutive punches
Power Stats
Attack potential: Malignant
Speed: 143–160
Lifting power: 373
Attack power: 167–5.600
Endurance: 16.000
Stamina: 1.600
Range: 20–20.300
Intelligence: 189 (relative improvement)
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