The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)
20. Medical Disciple
The medicinal herb practice classroom, attended by a hundred medicine disciples. That morning, it looked beautiful. The lesson schedule is not yet time. Most of the disciples chatted on the classroom terrace facing the back garden of the Silver Palace. Some students passed through the corridor.
Someone filled the time by sitting while reading a book.
Lanting. Sit on the front right bench. He was always serious about reading medicine books at low times. Never separated from the books he brought, he always read every day. Although sometimes he is bored and wants to chat with a student, or joking. But that is if it is too big. In fact, until today no one wants to approach and befriend Lanting.
Finally he stepped out of the classroom, towards the edge of the balcony like some of the other students there and was engrossed in chatting about their values. When Lanting approached the crowd of disciples, they immediately dodged while looking disdainfully.
Intermittently began to sound whispers from the students who talked about it, laughing and even mocking. Laughter and giggling accompanied similar gossip from various crowds of students here and there.
Some say, ”So he managed to treat the injured king! Students without caste. As smart as anything, still a slave!”
”What's the point of having great science, if the status is low!” a crisp voice of a disciple crispy under the pillar.
”Whatever clever, will never be as attractive as a girl like me,” respond a student named Seruni accompanied by the laughter of other friends.
Lanting turned to them, all of them suddenly silenced with heavy bated laughter. Lanting pretended not to care despite knowing it was very mocking to her.
”Just look at the way he walks, pretentious nobleman!” continue them, ”Padahat lowly!”
And so on the same talk as if it does not stop. Once they were swept away in an insult to Lanting, it continued for as long as possible.
Lanting finally decided to return to class. But along the passage, again the students looked at him with a strange taste every time they met face to face. Anyone threw their face away from him. Every now and then when he looked back, many disciples clustered and talked about it. There was even a group of them deliberately following Lanting while blatantly ridiculing. They were always known as the smartest students in the class.
”Shameful! Thankfully I am not part of his family!” it sounded as if a disciple was speaking quite loudly to the point that all eyes were on that group of disciples.
”Any. Why was he accepted here" one of the disciples again insinuated.
”It would have been very undesirable for his presence here, had it not been for a gift from your Majesty .. Maybe he was already put to death, so said my uncle!” The most coquettish seruni sprawls the word. Exploded their laughter again at the same time.
Long enough Lanting tried to be patient. But they talk less and less. Lanting's sharpness turned red, unable to bear any more harboring an overwhelming anger. His steps came to a halt instantly, then turned around and approached the group of centile disciples talking about him.
Plaque!
One slap was hard enough to drift into the cheek of Seruni, the mock spreader. All the students were astonished, never expected if Lanting dared to slap Seruni, the most popular student in the healer class and not from ordinary people.
Seruni glared sharply and held her reddened cheeks, shocked as she had never been so brave towards him. Especially Lanting who did that.
”You're right, I'm not from an honorable and respected caste. The forest and the wolves are my habitat. I am used to fighting wolves with my own hands, willing to fight with me one on one?!” firmly, undaunted in the slightest, Lanting challenged Seruni.
"What are you proud of besides having such a distinguished relative? You should be ashamed!" continued Lanting.
Without a single disciple retaliating, Lanting first bluffed with a series of sentences and an expression of great anger, attracting the entire attention of the surrounding disciples.
The atmosphere became silent around the doorway of the class, all eyes were on Lanting who was facing some famous students in the healer class. No one expected that the new disciple could become fierce. When in fact, in the mind Lanting laughed because all he said just after a bluff, but was able to anesthetize them in silence.
Also, being engrossed in seeing all the sudden fear, he added ”We are scorpions, so don't blame us if you get stung by our poison! Blame yourself for being teased!” lanting's steps retreated involuntarily and when he turned around, it felt like he had hit someone.
Brak!!!
Almost a senior healer's student fell. Fortunately it was still under control, but the stack of books he was carrying fell and several jars made of clay had already broken into countless pieces of debris on the floor.
”Lanting," shouted some students who saw the incident.
This time Lanting's face was extinguished could not be hidden. While the senior disciple looked at Lanting after the two picked up the falling books.
Almost all gasped, unable to guess what happened next after Lanting hit the senior disciple as well as an assistant Master Physician.
But not so to Seruni, secretly smiling cynically, ”Feel!”
”Help me clean up and bring her back to the medicine compounding room!” senior student pinta. Lanting without answering anything according to him. It also caused the books to fall. Some bottles contain potions, broken can not go back to how it was.
Though in a moment, the lesson could not be delayed, when the Master Physician arrived but the practice materials were in disarray. All the students entered the classroom, while Lanting accompanied the senior disciples to the compounding room.
”What are you called Lanting?” ask the senior disciple, arriving at the end of the door of the medicine compounding room. Then the two entered a large room. The first time Lanting set foot there.
”Ya,” Reply Lanting. The senior disciple was confused as to what to call against.
”My name is Lanting Sendani. I am a final-level student in the healer class,” said Lanting, climbing up one bench to pick up a jug similar to the one that broke before.
”Put it here,” says senior disciple.
”This is the medicine compounding room?” lanting's view down the shelf and table.
"What's wrong?" the senior disciple looked at the strange scene, the way Lanting looked around the room, like he was looking for something.
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