NATURAL FORCE

Linanzhas.

One morning, in a village called Avalon, a young man was seen running in a crowd of citizen activity.

"Sorry! Excuse me! Excuse me!" he was in a hurry and deliberately grazed one of the grandfathers.

"BUKHF!"

"Hey! What the fuck?!" reprimand the grandfather with the position of the body that almost fell.

Not long after, the grandfather also realized something.

"Eh .. uh! My wallet! My wallet!" the grandfather shouted while fumbling his whole body.

"Hehe .." The little laugh of the young man who had run further and further away.

The boy was named Malika. Malika is just a 16-year-old young man, as well as a small bandit who lives without parents. Malika wants to go somewhere. However, with a little windfall, he also chose to stop first, at one of the street food merchants.

"I hope it's not too late, '" he murmured as he reached for money from the stolen purse, "please one portion of his satay sheep, sir!" he continued while offering some money.

The exchange between the sheep satay and the money went lightning fast. Malika then ran back, without waiting for her return.

"Hey! change, boy!" the confused salesman shouted at Malika.

What exactly is Malika going to? His journey was far from word until.

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Meanwhile, in the center of Avalon Village, there is a martial school that is holding a graduation event. Clearly, 300 disciples were now lined up in the field, to face some Master in front of them.

The event was so festive. To the extent, the residents and also the parents of students, swarmed the school fence, to watch it. Yes, as long as the event is in progress, no outsiders should enter the school. Slowly, a great Master named Valun, walked towards the disciples.

Then he said,

"Of these 300 students, there will only be five students who are eligible to receive a graduation medal! To those who are called by name, congratulations on your hard work during these three years!"

Not long after, Malika arrived in front of the school. He then broke through a group of citizens just like that, regardless of the circumstances around in polite courtesy.

"Excuse me! Ma-af .. excuse me!" the occasional jolt hit several residents.

Those who do not accept the actions of Malika, sometimes scolding, to scold her indiscriminately. No one wants to be distracted as long as this event is in progress. Likewise with Malika who is unlikely to miss it.

The situation then returned to being conducive in an instant. The five students who will receive a graduation medal, will potentially become Sentinels. That is why, the residents do not want to miss the event.

For residents, Seeing Sentinel who was born in their small village, is a pride in itself. Master Valun then started calling out the names of the students who were entitled to receive medals.

"Martist Begen!" he was determined to call out the name of the first disciple.

The residents immediately cheered to hear the name of the disciple. They are very happy with the future Sentinelese candidates.

"Yes! Be proud of this village, son!" shouted one of the citizens.

"You guys are great!" exclaim other citizens.

Not with Malika. He was still silent and waiting for a name. His heart continued to chant do'a amidst the commotion.

"Tree .. please .. .li .."

"Lizarno Kong!" continued Valun who increasingly horrendous residents.

"Cumbrian!" yelled annoyed Malika who thought it was her friend's name.

"Hartzel Koinqul, Sasha Banks and Linanzha Zpin! Congratulations on the graduation of the five of you!" Valun then wore each of them a graduation medal.

There were some disciples who gave applause for the five of them. But there are also those who cry and slam themselves to the ground, as a result of not passing. For those who do not graduate, they will try again for three years.

However, if they have tried it again and still do not show any sign of the power of nature, then by force, the school must issue them respectfully.

And how happy Malika, when she heard the name "Linanzha" spoken earlier. He now looks more excited than others. So excited, some residents feel uncomfortable.

"Thank God! You're great, Linanzha!" the excitement while shaking the school fence.

Linanzha's smile was so sweet when he wore a medal. It was like a mistake to see the teachers, as well as the spectators outside the fence.

"Linanzhas! Hey .. Linanzha!" malika shouted as she looked at the eyes of Linanzha, who was looking towards the audience.

Of course, Linanzha did not see Malika in the large crowd. He was stunned and slightly retreated to get back into position. The event continued with the teachers who gave encouraging speeches, for half an hour.

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Half an hour later, the fence was opened for the parents of the students out there. Happy cries and sadness occur between parents and their children.

Meanwhile, from a distance, it was seen that Linanzha was also being embraced by his parents.

"Dad proud of you, Linanzha. You really can get this far" said the father with teary eyes.

"You are great, my dear," continued the mother who then kissed her only child's forehead repeatedly.

"Hehe .. stop, ma'am, many people, you know," lamented the spoiled Linanzha who slightly avoided the kiss.

"Wait moreover? Let's go home and party at home" The father then clasped Linanzha's hand.

"Okay, Dad," he replied with an occasional look around.

Linanzha was waiting for someone. He looked back and forth, but found no results. But what power, his parents are already holding his left and right hands. Inevitably, he had to resign and walk home, like a happy family.

On the other hand, Malika is now looking at Linanzha from behind a tree. He was eager to meet. However, both of Linanzha's parents did not like his figure for a long time.

"Hufft .." Malika's breath, dyed with a gloomy face, "Yes it's .. later tonight," he continued, then walked away from school, while eating the sheep satay he was carrying earlier.

After that, Malika went around the village to return to her daily activities. Whatisit? Yes, pickpocket.

"My wallet! Where's my purse?!" complained one of the grandmothers, who had just been hit by Malika five minutes ago.

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The time has also shown at nine o'clock in the evening. Malika, who has been rushing since to meet Linanzha, is now right in front of the window of the beautiful girl's room.

"TOK! GEE!"

Linanzha who had only read a book, immediately ran to the mirror to dress up first. He began to wear perfume, tidying his hair, to use a little lip moisturizer so as not to be too flashy. He knew the knocking of the window. No one ever dared to knock on the window of a Sentinelese candidate, except Malika.

"TOK! GEE!"

Slowly, the window opened. The scent of perfume gathered in the room, now blowing out with the face of Linanzha who pretended to be sleepy. Malika could only close her nose with all her might, due to the smell of perfume that was too sharp.

"Hatitude .." her inner self with few tears coming out.

"What are you doing these nights? You are disturbing my sleep, you fool," said a whispering Linanzha, pretending to rub his eyes.

"I just want to congratulate you on your graduation, Lin .." Malika replied while giving a green gift.

Linanzha then violently snatched the gift and said, "Hmmm ... about .. what is it, huh?" while shaking the gift near his ear.

"Why don't you just open it?"

"I didn't see you this morning. Did you just miss your best friend's graduation?" Linanzha peels and shreds his nose shit towards Malika.

Malika just avoided it sparingly while replying, "Yes ... Lately, I'm more routinely pickpocketing to raise money .. hehe .."

"It's up to you alone .." Linanzha's eyes were indifferent as he said that.

Linanzha then opened the gift violently. Suddenly, the contents in the gift, now made Linanzha speechless for a while.

"Do you like it?" asked Malika while grinning.

Linanzha could not help but smile again. In a sneaky way, he just let go of the gift and closed Malika's eyes.

"Hehe .. as usual, I can't see that ugly smile" Malika responded as her eyes were covered.

"Hehe .. thank you," replied Linanzha who then grinned as widely as possible.