Virtual Fighters Volume 1
Ch. 35 Debate of the Carpenter
Ch. 35 Debate of the Carpenter
After joining Tuwill, Darkmanday felt his movements a little faster. Just slightly. That was why Asna was a little confused at the moment. Supposedly the increase Biosilk gave could be two to three times stronger than the original strength.
However, Asna, who is currently in the secretariat of GWM SMA 25 Samarinda, remains grateful. At least Tuwill was not taken advantage of by others.
All members are present at the secretariat of GWM SMA 25 Samarinda. Even Dion, Rode and six of his men also revealed the trunk of his nose. In total there are 73 members of GWM 25 Samarinda who have virtual knowledge.
Only Godel and the three people who were not virtual warriors were absent. The three people need not be noticed.
Although Godel. He accompanied Datu Busu in technical meeting at Samarinda City Hall.
Who has entered the virtual world? It will be told later. Let Asna be confused for a while.
In front of 73 GWM 25 Samarinda members, Asna showed a very relaxed expression. Appearing as an orator is what smart students do. This shows his strength as a leader.
Asna really isn't stage fright. Though he must lead the selection of thirty members of GWM SMA 25 Samarinda who will follow Samarinda Run.
Most of the members present at this time were his friends. Asna honestly didn't want to hurt those people's feelings.
The pervert has not yet opened the conversation. Mr. Haris took advantage of the moment by whispering in his ear. “All members are very enthusiastic. No one even protested when I appointed You as Team Leader. Now your job is not to choose former members of Bovak, Rode and his men.”
Mr. Haris suddenly stroked Asna's head. “Start…! Don't piss on your pants! Hahaha..!”.
After the death of Mr. Haris, Asna stood alone in front of all members of GWM 25 Samarinda. He looked at the faces of people he knew well. From class 10 to 12.
The faces were waiting for Asna's oration with great expectation. Admired. They believe Asna is the right person to be Team Leader. Because, they realize, the ability to speak in public they do not have.
Everyone agrees with Mr. Haris' decision to appoint Asna as Team Leader. No exception to the Rode. It seems like Rode and his men agree as well.
The proof, they showed a face of a sincere smile that did not match the contents of his heart. Hypocrisy smile.
Their smile is what makes Asna think with jelly. Finding the right formula for Busu Data.
Yep. Only Datu Busu could overturn his decision. Not Mr. Haris. Especially just members like his friends now.
“Come, Na! I will be sincere if followed and!” shouted a senior from the 12th grade.
The Mesum who was now the Team Leader smiled at the screams of a senior. This is the kind of scream he needs.
“Ikhlas if you come. If not come…? Hehehe...” sahut Asna, cengengesan. “It's heavy for me. We're all brothers here. Do not get scattered just because his desire to join is not achieved. Especially because of me.”
Mr. Haris nodded at the beginning of Asna's speech. While other members are anxious. Hope to participate.
“As usual. We're gonna shake the name. Take paper. Yes, like arisan.” Asna continued.
In that period, Rod whispered to his men. “You've threatened twenty 10th and 11th graders, right?”
“Twenty people. Besides Asna's friend. Already,” reply Rode's men.
To pass his intention of following Samarinda Run, Rode deployed his men. Threatening 20 members with weak fight status not to write names on paper during team selection.
This is the way the Rode works. It is good to make him hate it.
Asna put an empty bucket on the table. It then exposes the inside of the bucket to all the members. Keep on putting it in that position. It shakes the fashion fair.
“Please write names of friends. Who have directly put in the bucket,” said Asna.
Rode raised his left hand. He wants to interrupt. “Interruption, Mr. Chairman.”
“Please, Mr Boss!”
Rode immediately relayed his brain contents. “Become Team Leader, besides having to have courage must also be wise. Imagine if everyone scrambled to put names in buckets. It is possible that someone's name is missing. Or a double name. I suggest friends here enter names in turns.”
Almost all participants nodded with the suggestion of the Rode. That's the usual rule.
That is, it is not advice. Just a reminder.
“Sorry. I don't know the rules of the game. Now please for this line enter the name in turns.” Asna said so while pointing at one of the rows of members.
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As Asna presided over the selection of the team members who would participate in Samarinda Run, another of her own, Darkmanday squatted on a 25-meter tree branch. It's like the Shinobi in the Narudin series.
He was following the path someone had traveled. That is a sign in the form of a newly broken twig and footprints.
Another figure of Asna's self scratched his head. Although only a perceptual figure, Darkmanday was also able to sweat. Sweat makes the scalp itchy. Even wet dandruff can smell musty.
Only then did Asna become aware. Darkmanday needs a shower. Because, even though it is still a little transparent, the skin tissue is perfect. Not bathing can invite disease on Darkmanday's body.
Looking into the distance, Darkmanday could not find a single person. The Beautiful Kunti in the secretariat is unlikely to lie. Once lying, the subtle-creature will be expelled. Minimal eliminated from circulation.
Darkmanday thought. The person who infiltrated it must be a member of GWM SMA 25 Samarinda. If not, how could the virtual beings be silent. He was considered a stranger. Considered intruder. Such a thing was natural indeed because the virtual creature there had never seen him.
This shows that the virtual beings have an attitude of caution.
Unfortunately Darkmanday could not ask who the person who entered was. Minimal features.
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All the members had already put their names in the bucket. Now it's time to shake the bucket and pick up a roll of paper. Just thirty rolls of paper to get the names that will represent Samarinda's GWM SMA 25.
As Team Leader, Asna approached the bucket and restarted the election. “I see, everyone has put his name in the bucket. That means, friends have a concern for our organization and want to take part.”
“No need to beat around the bush. Directly count aja!” The Rode men interrupted. The faces of Asna's comrades were not pleased with this curse. Mr. Haris is the same.
“Do not talk carelessly!” reprimand Mr. Haris. “You are here learning to be a moral person. Not a bucket. Big mouth. Base bucket!” continued.
“Good, I continue.” Asna's back at the tree show. “Ember...”
“Hahahaha..!” The members present laughed.
“I mean in the bucket. There are names that might give prestige to our GWM. Can also give shame,” Asna said while looking at Rode.
As Asna looked, Rode's mouth recited the word “bacot” to provoke Asna. The pronunciation was so obvious that Rode's lips became monstrous.
Seeing the behavior of the Rode, Asna shortened her speech while taking all the papers containing the name from the bucket. One by one. “Everything, no need for name taking. We'll all be there. All of you have been selected as team members to join Samarinda Run!”
Asna's words were so clear that everyone inside the secretariat was shocked. Mr. Haris was also shocked.
Rode was more shocked. He even forgot that his mouth was still empty.
The atmosphere became low boisterous. Every GWM member in the room had a discussion with someone nearby. They all still did not believe the words of Asna.
Mr. Haris could not bear to not comment. “Why can that be? The participants who could fight there were only thirty people. How could it possibly all come along? We're just participants, Na. Not a committee.”
“There is soon an SMS from Datu, Kak Haris..” replied Asna with a smiling face. Suddenly the Team Leader took out all the papers in a bucket at once.
Returning from the shocked world, Rode of course protested Asna's decision. “I disagree with this decision. You're upset!”
The Rode men also dared to speak up. “For what election if all participate. Weird indeed!”
“You must dare to be firm, Na!” senior Timpal from 12th grade.
There was no response from Asna. He chose to sit in the back seat of the bucket. Waiting for the commotion to die down.
Mr. Haris's dress reads. A short message from a guy named Wild Boy came in. That's the contact name for Datu Busu that Mr. Haris wrote. <“Whatever the Mesum's decision You have to agree point.” data-tomark-pass > Once the contents of the message from Datu Busu.
Mr. Haris is confused. He remained silent for a while. Thinking about how to defend Asna.
The atmosphere grew increasingly rowdy until finally a senior shouted. “Enough! Let's hear Asna's explanation first!”
After the conducive situation, Asna immediately conveyed an argument. “I'll answer Mr. Haris's question first. Why that? Because I'm Team Leader and a new member. Honestly, I don't want to offend friends who want to participate. So everyone can participate. They are all part of the team.
“We are not a committee, so we cannot change the rules. The contestants were indeed only thirty people within the arena. But there's no harm We're all there then me..”.
“Why should there be an election if it becomes like this!” The Rode men back in.
“You! If it still interrupts, I'll get you out of the room,” said a senior who pointed his index finger at the Rode herd. He turned to Asna. “Next, Na!”
“It looks like I need to answer, reason ‘why should there be an election?’ in the past, nih,” said Asna. After nodding at Mr. Haris, Asna continued his explanation. “Optional should be done. It is a tradition that from the past until now should not be abandoned. We did the election, right? And all are elected. It won't be wrong when we make the election, everyone is elected.”
The majority of the members nodded in understanding the argument about the election. Asna was happy about it. He continued, “I ngawur? Right, I'm not worried. The preparation time made me very nervous. So I decided to keep our compactness.
“The number of us who are more than seventy people will train in a short time. At day-H, we all gather there and scramble to enter the virtual hole. Only thirty people can enter. The rest is encouraging. My plan is obviously inconsequential, right?”
Someone raised their left hand. After Asna's invitation, He then commented, “From what I have caught based on your explanation, the plot of the ngawur is like an internal selection before others. Just as you enter the virtual hole. That would be an interesting spectacle. Only, do not the names of participants who will participate must be registered first to the committee?”
A smile was drawn on Asna's face. That question he really wanted to explain. “Indeed the names of the participants we register with the committee. Thirty team members will fight. But the names are tentative.
“If thirty people of those names could not get into the virtual hole, then they would be replaced by incoming participants. Someone will take care of that later. Maybe, Mr. Haris I, or Datu Busu.”
The faces of the members look radiant. They understand Asna's intentions. As long as they tried diligently and had good luck, they could participate in Samarinda Run.
Team members who are currently sitting in the 11th and 12th class seats know the true cruelty of “gongangan arisan.” Although they have above average abilities, some of them have never participated in Samarinda Run event.
The purpose of holding a name shake is so that all members have an equal chance of being elected. Thus, each member will not envy each other even spiteful. They just have less luck.
For those who have the ability of course this way is very cruel. They have to succumb to people who are lucky but have low ability.
Rode is interrupting again. Without permission He immediately decorated, “I corrected my previous words. Asna's plan was not inconsequential. But crazy! I still disagree with our changed traditions. It's like hurting our predecessors.
“I hope all the friends here can think rationally. Don't accept this fooling. Imagine as we scramble in and fight each other. It could make us hostile afterwards. Those who managed to enter, could have been injured.
“Please to friends. Do not be misled by strange thoughts that are not sane. We must persevere to return to the early traditions.
“Just name those who came out who entered the virtual hole. The rest must accept the draw and be a team encouragement. Hopefully we can be champions.”
Asna casually opened a single scroll of paper. There's no writing in it. He also embeds. “What does Rode plan to do? Though I only two days did not watch him.”
After squeezing the paper, Asna counter-argument the Rode. “It looks like I'm the crazy one here. Because I want us to be champions. Changing a little old tradition I think doesn't hurt.
“Speaking when entering a virtual hole is bound to happen. Mutual touching can happen. The worst possibility is hostility. Now I ask my friends. Which one of you wants the company?”
“Many bacots!” exciting Rode. He then held up the chair he was sitting in. “We finish with this!”
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