Light 1: Sandekala

Black Forest

Once I took Shanty for a walk to the mall, to the cake shop and bought a Black Forest for both of us to eat. You could say it was our first date. But in fact we have never revealed the contents of each other's hearts.

Since Ian became manager, he's given me and Shanty pocket money almost every day.

I don't know what's on his mind, but Ian seems to be very supportive of me going out with Shanty. Although I knew that he also had a taste for me - or maybe it was just a taste between brother and sister.

Ian always told me to learn to ride a motorcycle. Although I was always reluctant but now I can ride the big bike. I always use it for school. Because now, every morning, Ian is always picked up by a private driver from his company.

31 March.

The day is getting closer. From month to month our training is getting better. Everyone is still training.

After school I went straight home. Can't wait to know what Shanty's doing this afternoon.

"Shanty!" call me.

He didn't say.

I peeked into his room, he wasn't there.

I looked for him everywhere, he I could not find.

Without having time to change uniforms, I immediately drove a motorcycle and went looking for it to the minimarket where he used to shop for groceries.

I asked the shopkeeper.

"So he was here to buy ingredients to make cakes. But now I don't know where he went" the shopkeeper said.

Before returning home I also had time to look for her to where we used to eat cakes but she was not there either. Maybe it's because I'm too panicked and worried or maybe it's too stupid that I never get to ask Ian where Shanty is going.

After putting the bike into the garage I immediately went into the house again to call Ian.

"Hello ... Sis. Do you know where Shanty went?" my many.

"No. Is she not home?"

"When I got home from school, he was gone. I don't know where he's going"

"Maybe I'm shopping."

"I asked the shopkeeper. He said he's home."

"really?" hernia.

"Why does your voice sound so calm? Aren't you worried?" my many.

He did not answer and decided on his phone.

"What am I worried about? He's gonna be here!" saith.

I flipped over and saw him standing at the door. With spiky hair, wearing sunglasses, a black suit, Ian already looks like a spy or bodyguard artist.

"Happy Birthday .. Happy birthday ...," the voice of a girl who then walked into the house while carrying the sizable Black Forest.

For a moment I barely recognized him.

His face is white and bright.

Red lips blush.

Wearing earrings.

His hair was long black wavy and shiny.

She wears warm clothes made of wolls as well as a very mini skirt.

I can't believe it was Shanty.

"Happy birthday, Danny!" she said she smiled sweetly at me. "Hey, Dane! You see what? Quickly blow out the candles!" his service surprised me.

"Yes! Yep! Alright!"

I blew out the candle with the number 17.

"We have something for you!" shanty said after putting the cake on the table. "This is from me and this one is from Brother Ian!"

"What's this?" my many.

"Open it!"

I opened the package.

Shanty gave me an outfit like a short-sleeved black grey jeans jacket with a very fashionable shape and only a modest length. Ian gave me a belt and a cell phone. At the head of the belt was Kie's writing.

"Well! A cellphone?" shock Shanty.

"Just calm down, Shan. When your birthday comes I'll give you the same phone, too" Ian said, taking off his sunglasses. "Dane, Shan, I go first, yeah. My break time is over. I have to get back to the office!"

"Yes. Thanks, Brother!" I said.

"Dane, let's eat the cake!" take Shanty.

"Shan, you so ..."

"Beautiful!" said interrupting. "of course! I am a girl. But, I'm not comfortable dressing up and wearing a skirt like this. Ian told me to. He said to impress you."

Shanty looked at me embarrassed.

"I'm really fascinated to see you!" I said I can't deny that.

We looked at each other.

No. gabe. No. gabe. We don't kiss like in the movies.

"Easy! Don't talk too much! Just eat this!" he said he suddenly picked up a handful of cookies and landed them on my face.

As usual, he laughed and looked at me like this.

At 16:00.

I stayed in my room. Reopen the wooden box. Look at my father's and my real mother's identity cards.

I saw a picture of them stuck in the right corner. I hate them a little, but I miss them.

"Dad ... Mother ... I'd like to see you guys ...."

No tears wet my cheeks.

"Dane, what are you doing?" shanty asked from behind the door to surprise me.

"Oh, Shan! There aren't. Just go in," I said wiping my tears while putting the card back in the box.

"You why, Dane?" tanyakanya.

"No. I'm fine."

Shanty exhaled a heavy breath. "You are so! That's if you don't want to tell."

Silent moment.

"Eh! Dane, is that computer connected to the internet?" tanyakanya.

"certain. Go ahead if you want to play!" I said.

Without asking any more questions, he immediately sat down on the chair and opened up Facebook.

"Hey, Dane's here! Look it! Ian's Facebook!" yells.

"How did you get in?" many wonder.

"He's very predictable. Time for the password use your name!" said.

He started to open a photo gallery.

The photo of me and Shanty sleeping in Ian's lap on the beach at WHISPER. Then there were photos of us training in the black forest.

"Who is Shan?" ask me to see a picture of a European man in a neat suit in the collection of photos.

"Didn't you know? He's the director of Kie Light's company. I heard he's gay" he said.

So, he's Ian's boss? Or ...

I don't think time goes so fast when we're together.

"What?! Six o'clock? I have to prepare food before Ian gets home" she said frantically at the sight of the time on the computer screen.

Shanty immediately headed for the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When I turned off the computer, I thought of something.

"Could there be?" askau.

Immediately I typed Joanna Van Dehr Bosche's name in the Google search box.

There are!

I clicked that site. A password is required to enter it.

I type Joanna. Rejected.

Nikkiemure. Stay rejected.

JN.

Nekala.

Sandechala. Rejected too.

I accidentally saw the writing engraved on the lid of the wooden box.

I type 'Bo I Hora' and the site finally opens. All that was seen on the screen was a collection of words with the same strange letters as those in my mother's relics.

Then I type my father's name in that Google search box. It turns out that my father was the early founder of Japan-based KIE LIGHT CORPORATION.

From the front room I heard Shanty's voice talking to someone. Maybe Ian's home.

I turned off the computer and went to them.

Week 25 of our training.

As usual, we were gathered on the table. Heard Sindia's briefing before we started training.

"You guys have been doing a good exercise all along. Yesterday was basic training. You are training your speed and endurance continuously because these two things are very important. I already know the abilities of each of you. And from today we will practice. Practice with moving objects" Sindia said.

"Mother, it's ready! They can practice now!" a father from below.

"All right, we'll start training!" serami Sindia's.

He led us straight into the black forest.

"This is where you're going to practice!" said.

A small field with overgrown weeds and uneven mounds of soil.

From end to end, the room was planted with bamboo poles. The rope is stretched and tied at both ends of the bamboo. Dozens of bags containing something were hung on the ropes.

Five men stood to the left, right, front, and back of the small room with hundreds of bags of cloth containing the same thing beside them.

"What are we going to practice, Grandma?" ask Shanty.

"Simply. Reflexes when the enemy attacks suddenly when you are busy fighting others" replied Sindia. "In this exercise you must destroy the bags of sand with your weapons. But do not let your guard down because every 2 seconds one of them will throw a bag of sand into your body and you must be ready when it happens. Destroy the enemy that attacks suddenly. Do you understand?"

We nodded.

It seems easy. But the number of pockets is what will make it difficult for us. This is a simulation of when we fight the Sandekalas later.

"I will decide who your first turn is. And remember, there are rules you can't break. Do not help people who are struggling in this exercise. For the bag will not cease to be thrown before you succeed in destroying the whole bag of sand hanging on the ropes!" sindia said firmly. "All right! First turn is .. You're Winny!"

Winny walked to the middle of the room with his two CREMKs.

"Start!"

You notice what the advantages and disadvantages of your brother are. Learn the mistakes they made in this exercise" Sindia said as she paced around to make her voice heard by all of us.

With a quick movement of his hands, Winny slashed one by one the hanging sand bags.

The first bag attack from the right was heading towards him. But deftly he managed to fend it off. Make the bag smash.

The attack came on. He did not look exhausted yet but sweat soaked his face. Some time later he managed to destroy 20 bags of sand hanging on a rope.

It takes time to re-prepare before the next turn comes.

"Shanty! You're next!"

With a single slash he managed to drop five bags of sand. Big guns like Shanty's are faster at destroying silent sandbags. But when a bag of sand floated up to his face, he struggled and failed to destroy it.

After almost all of my brother's turn was over, it was finally my turn.

I can already guess where the first bag will be thrown from. When a bag floated towards me quickly I dodged it with my CLAS. With a sword that is long and no heavier than Shanty's sword I can be faster than the others.

The last one is Iza. He seemed a little nervous even though it did not diminish his confidence.

"Start!"

Iza started to swing her sword. He tried hard to quickly destroy those bags of sand.

The first bag of sand was thrown by a father from behind and Iza could not fend it off. As a result, his head had to accept the raw throw of the bag.

One bag can't be parried. Two seconds later the second bag was thrown and Iza could not keep it. The third bag hit his face and made him bounce back.

"Your house!" rhinna shouted about to run towards his sister.

"Let her!" sergeant Sindia. "Let him help himself. If he can't survive this, he'll die while you fight the Sandekalas."

I can't bear to see Iza like that either. He kept falling into the sandbag. He didn't even get to wake up. The bags kept hitting him when he was about to get up.

We stay in place. Seeing him suffer in front of us.

"iza! Go, Za! Wake up! You can do it!" shanty shouted encouragingly. "If we can't help her, we can still support her!"

Shanty's right.

We should not consider him weak if he cannot do what we can do. I should have given him some encouragement so he could survive.

"Za! Build Za! I'm sure you can!" my yelling.

"Yes, Za! getup! Defeat your enemies! Defeat them all!" shouted Ian.

And we all cried out to encourage him.

Slowly Iza began to rise. He screamed and said. "I can be like you too!"

He swung his SHAG like a whip. One by one, the sand bags fell. As he swung his sword, he was like dancing. His sword swung in all directions so that it seemed to protect him.

The bags of sand that flew towards him managed to destroy. For the umpteenth time sand dust covered the airy.

A forest wind broke through the dust and carried him away. Showing the figure of Iza very clearly.

He smiled even though his face looked bruised, dirty, wet with sweat, and exhausted.

I walked closer to him.

"I succeeded!" he said with breath.

"Yes, you're great, Za!"