WHITE DEVIL

51 Dreams

The old wood floor. Walls that begin to look like termite bite marks. The ceiling of the house did not appear to have been renovated for decades. In some corner of the room there was a lizard watching the conversation of two people below.

“Why choose to become a member of the Sun Protection Force? Your leadership skills can bring our family's good name to big companies.” A shabby-faced old man spoke.

From his eyes it looks like he's just been overtime all night.

In his hand was a stationery and also his ink. His hands were writing something. He faces himself to his work not to the grievances of his son.

“But Father. Faga felt called to register. Faga sees beauty in every swing of the sword and saves others.” Faga defended his opinion. He sat down facing his father's back.

His father did not change positions. There are many complaints from people on this piece of paper. His eyes focused on each sentence and began to get bored with what his second son said.

“Try to be like your sister. He works in a country of people. Have a big income. Because of the donation our family and this village can prosper. With the leadership talent you have you will have no trouble matching your sister.”

“It's not the same as saving people?” Faga's father said as he continued to check the records containing dozens of citizen complaints.

Faga lowered his head slightly. The mood of heing for a while. There was only the sound of a loud congeret outside.

The day is getting noon. The sun was getting hotter and as the village chief, Faga's father was quite busy.

“Dad doesn't know what's on your mind, Faga_” Faga's dad got out of work and walked past his son with the impression of not thinking about it at all.

“But your choice is a waste of inherited talent in our family. Dad won't support you.” Father Faga said coldly and disappeared behind the door of the room.

Faga is still in the same position. Pretty long. His ten fingers clenched, a furious feeling permeating his heart.

However, Faga still smiled because with a smile everything became beautiful again.

Faga moved on from there after a long time of thinking about many things. “Sorry Dad. But your son will still pursue his dream.” Mumam Faga standing up.

Faga left home to train again.

Four years have passed since then.

The village changed so much with Faga. Faga looked at his village in awe, a lot of changes happening here. The number of missions he had to do made Faga not have a chance to go home.

This time it's different. After carving out the highest achievements in the Sun Protection Force, Faga's missions have become increasingly crowded. However, asked for a vacation to tell his father and it was accepted.

Faga immediately took a thousand steps. He wants to let go of his father.

Two years ago, the two had not met.

“May father be well-healthy.” That was the prayer he prayed during his journey through the village. His eyes searched his house.

“Not changed at all.” Inner Faga. Instantly his mind was nostalgic and imagined the faces of his father and elder brother.

“Dad!” Excited, Faga was happy to go into his father's office. There he remained busy with work that was either completed when.

“Say if you're in Dad's office.” Faga's father didn't seem to care.

“Dad, Faga wants to deliver happy news.” Faga immediately took a crammed sitting position. His eyes looked at his father's back, just like two years ago.

“Good news, what is it?”

“Faga now rises to become a member of Liberator in the organization.” Faga said excitedly. A wide cross-sectional smile. His father did not do anything, still busy with his work than his son.

“Sun Protective Forces, you mean?”

“Really! Faga has finally achieved what Faga wanted.”

“Then after that how?” Ask Faga's father who stopped his work. His eyes were staring out, the sky was starting to cloud up.

“Faga will save more people, Faga is sure to realize Faga's dream of becoming a hero.” He said as he clenched his right hand, a sign of a burning spirit.

“After that what will you do.” Faga's father put down his stationery and turned to his son with an unpleasant face.

Outside a few flashes started to sound, the wind became fierce, and drizzle started to fall. The sound of water hitting the roof of the house was heard inward.

To this question, Faga chose silence.

“Listen Faga. Your ideals will not destroy our village or our family. Can't you just copy your brother. Now he has his own company. Cab everywhere. His life is also well established. He donated a lot to us. This village cannot stand without help from him.”

“Sorry Dad. But this is the path Faga chose. Faga wants to be a hero. Faga wants to demand a lot of people in the right direction. Faga feels unsuitable for a job that just sits while filling out the documents.” Faga replied with a lowered voice. His face was slightly bowed.

“As far as you are.” Faga's father turned to endless work. A cloudy wind blew against Faga's hair that was as long as his ears.

There was a wall separating the father-son.

“As father said at the beginning. I will not support you in this matter. I hope you'll think about it again.”

After Father Faga said it there was only a long silence. Faga felt the spirit begin to wither.

His blood-soaked efforts were never acknowledged by his own father.

“Then, Faga retreat. Thanks for all, Dad.” Faga lowered his head and moved out of the room.

Faga closed the door of his house, stepping out as a drizzle wrapped around the village. This is so sad. His eyes looked at the cloudy sky.

His feet began to step back, away from his hometown, away from his father. Faga took a strong breath while developing a smile again.

“Cannot. This spirit will not be extinguished.” Faga turned his face to the old house. A house that holds many memories.

“Im sorry Faga, Dad. After this, Faga will go home less often. But Fag promises if there's time Faga will go home and see dad.”

Faga turned his face towards his destiny.

Thousands of dangerous missions have been waiting for the man whose heart is always burning.

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That's the dream of a man named Faga. He went through a lot of pain, sacrificed a lot, and stayed away from his family to make it happen.

Every mission is related to life and death. Even so Faga never trembled. He always raises a smile and lights a fire of spirit whenever fear haunts him.

He swung the shining sword blade. Faga cut off his enemies with the darkness they brought.

Asaman now. Not only the surface of Arkkana, the depths of Arkkana also began to receive waves of attacks like the flood Grinsekta.

The training of Arif, Wira, and Yuvan was stopped. All the men in the village participated, under one command they used makeshift weapons to take Grinsekta. It's the same as suicide.

They had no experience whatsoever against Grinsekta.

His life is floating too. Damaged bodies were scattered everywhere. Blood flowed through the village, forming a nightmare for everyone. Hell is created again.

But not this time.

Faga ran fast forward, crashing into enemies that were starting to enter the border. With one powerful leap, he entered in their formation. Grinsekta's eyes were watching the crazy action.

“Fourth blade. Light Filtration Spiral.”

Faga to strengthen the horses. His ten fingers clasped the headwaters of the sword tightly and moved the radiant sword blade curling through the air. Instantly the light energy was released in the form of an elongated beam that moved like a tornado.

At high speed, the beam ripped through his opponents like a row of swords that alternately dealt fatal wounds.

A great attack, in an instant six Grinsekta tails dropped by Faga.

Faga again jerked the ground, making a long jump. The muscles in his legs and hands were truly terrifying.

Faga landed near another group of Grinsecta. There are six of them with the size of a tree. Faga is undaunted. The blade of the sword he kept swinging in a battle dance while avoiding enemy attacks.

Faga bowed, avoiding the enemy's bite. His sword immediately cut off the enemy's left leg, making the enemy cry out in pain and lose balance. Faga then jumped into the air while fending off another attack in the form of a whip from the tongue of Grinsekta in the form of a butterfly. The sword immediately he swung back, taking away the life of his enemy.

Faga made the body of the butterfly as a foothold towards the next target.

Arif and the residents looked at Faga in awe, unable to blink or comment. His sword technique, his strength, his skill, his instincts. They are all on a completely different level.

SLASH

Faga did a horizontal slash to cut off the body of the dragonfly Grinsekta. Faga's body was bathed in the blood of his enemies. He continued to make nimble movements, slashing, cutting, and revealing the Light Universe Ability that had been combined with the sword technique.

BUM

The rumbling sound turned the entire eye view away. Everyone stared at something that had just fallen from the sky. The dust is billowing, blinding its form from the people.

Suddenly something like a tongue stuck out at high speed. Luckily all the residents managed to avoid it, but it was only the first attack.

The second attack came along with his visible form. A frog-shaped Grinsecta. The skin is green and slippery, having starving green eyes. His tongue is very long and acts like a whip. The house and the trees immediately collapsed receiving his attack.

The bad news is, Faga can't go back now. He was confronted by dozens of different Grinsecta and all directions while trying to return.

Arif, Wira, Yuvan, and the residents are on standby, facing him. Just futile. Differences that are too far make the three and the population can not get close. His tongue which was like a combination of sword eyes and whips made everyone rethink to get closer.

“Awas!” Yuvan shouted while jumping away. His body began to fatigue from constantly avoiding while looking for gaps.

His legs are starting to feel heavy. The sword is pointed at the enemy.

Arif, and Wira did the same. So do the residents. They all surrounded the frog-shaped Grinsecta. For a few seconds, everything felt above the wind. Victory seemed to begin to clutch with besieging the enemy.

But it was just a stupid act.

The enemy was puffing his body and from his skin came a deadly dark smoke within sight. The panic instantly stabbed everyone. They did not want to imagine that each other's bodies were suddenly cut off after this dark mist was gone.

“First Blade. Luminous bar.” The sudden phaga was already on top of Grinsekta and gave a slash right at the nape while twisting the body.

The enemy's head thudded, a sign the battle was over.

Everyone cheered with victory this time. Countless how many Grinsekta Faga had slain alone. He's really great and cool.

Their carcasses lay on the border. Only one made it into the settlement, Grinsecta in the form of a frog, and it brought a new calamity.

“Please my daughter!” An old woman came to the village healer and took her daughter in a sling. On the back of her daughter's hand was a small scratch, but the small wound made the entire back of her hand turn purple. There's poison in there.

It was a wound from Grinsekta earlier.

“Please! Please!” The middle-aged woman pleaded with tears. The healer checked for some time and the head bobble became an answer. The woman's tears grew even more intense, while her daughter showed a look of pain. He's very tormented.

The poison slowly began to spread.

Faga could see that beautiful sight. Victory always takes its toll.

“In the end you can't protect everything. You don't deserve the title of hero.” Qocakau's voice rang out in Faga's head. A hoarse and hateful voice.

“Your helplessness will make the life of an innocent girl soar. Feel guilty about it. Fake hero.” The words immediately connected with an evil laugh.

“You know Faga. Man is weak and helpless. If you want, I can offer you strength and make you invincible.” Tawar Qocakau on Faga's head.

Faga breathed a heavy sigh.

“Not going. I will remain me and realize my dream.” After finishing that sentence, Faga immediately approached the woman who was holding her daughter. He offered a favor.

“What you will do. He will no longer be saved. The poison slowly rotted his body. You won't be able to save her.” Qocakau's voice rang out again in Faga's head.

“Omong is empty with all that. A hero is a person who presents himself for the sake of others. I'll fulfill that task!”

Faga took out a radiant sword blade and prepared to amputate the girl's arm.