The schoolyard—
was no longer just a place to study.
It had become—
a frontline.
Quiet.
Tense.
Waiting.
A motorcycle idled near the gate.
Low.
Heavy.
Threatening.
Two men stood beside it.
A box in their hands.
MBG.
Fake.
Arga felt it instantly.
Heat.
Sharp.
A warning.
"They're here again," Sinta whispered.
Rani tightened her grip.
"…same as before."
Bimo exhaled slowly.
"…I knew today wouldn't be peaceful."
Pak Rahmat stepped forward.
"Stop."
The man smiled faintly.
"Pak Rahmat."
"You're fast."
"You're not welcome," Rahmat replied.
The man lifted the box slightly.
"Just delivering food."
A few students began stepping closer.
Curious.
Unaware.
Dangerously close.
Arga lowered his voice.
"Don't let anyone touch it."
Sinta moved first.
Blocking the path.
Rani followed.
Guarding the side.
For the first time—
they didn't hesitate.
They moved as one.
The man opened the box just enough.
The smell spread instantly.
Wrong.
Rotten.
Artificial.
"New product," he said calmly.
"Fast. Cheap."
A pause.
"…addictive."
Silence.
Sinta's eyes sharpened.
"That's not food."
The man shrugged.
"Children don't care."
"They choose what feels good."
Another pause.
"…not what's good for them."
The words landed harder than expected.
Because they weren't entirely wrong.
And that made them dangerous.
Pak Rahmat stepped closer.
"You're spreading this everywhere."
The man smiled.
"…of course."
He gestured outward.
"School by school."
"City by city."
Rani's voice dropped.
"…how many locations?"
The man met her gaze.
"…enough to overwhelm you."
Silence.
Arga's mind moved fast.
Maps.
Signals.
Activations.
This wasn't random.
This was pressure.
Systematic.
Expanding.
They weren't just reacting anymore.
They were being surrounded.
Arga stepped forward.
"…then we stop reacting."
Everyone turned.
Even Pak Rahmat.
"…we move first."
Silence.
Sinta understood instantly.
"…we split targets."
Bimo blinked.
"…we WHAT?"
Arga's voice steadied.
Clear.
Focused.
"No more random fights."
"We operate as a team."
He pointed.
"Sinta—mobility and control."
"You stabilize the field."
She nodded.
"…understood."
"Bimo—speed."
"Scout. Evacuate. Disrupt."
Bimo exhaled.
"…finally, something that fits me."
"Rani—power."
"You're strong."
"But you need control."
Rani hesitated—
then nodded.
"…I'll learn."
Then—
Arga paused.
Looked at his own hands.
"…I'll anchor."
Silence.
Sinta tilted her head.
"…anchor?"
Arga's voice dropped.
"…I don't just use energy."
"I hold it."
"I stabilize it."
"…for everyone."
For a brief moment—
the air around him shifted.
Subtle.
But real.
The unstable pressure—
weakened.
Just slightly.
Just enough—
to notice.
Pak Rahmat's eyes narrowed.
Then—
a faint smile appeared.
"…you've started to understand."
The man in black observed them closely.
His smile faded—
just a little.
"…interesting."
"They're organizing."
A pause.
"…faster than expected."
Arga stepped closer.
"If you spread chaos…"
"…we contain it."
"If you create instability…"
"…we stabilize it."
Silence.
The wind moved between them.
But something had changed.
For the first time—
they weren't reacting.
They were planning.
The man mounted the motorcycle.
"…then we escalate."
The engine roared.
Before leaving—
he looked directly at Arga.
Long.
Cold.
"You're not mistakes anymore."
A pause.
"…you're obstacles."
The motorcycle shot forward—
and vanished.
Silence returned.
But not emptiness.
Weight.
Reality settling in.
Bimo dropped to the ground.
"…we just declared war, didn't we?"
Sinta crossed her arms.
"…they already did."
Rani looked at her trembling hands.
Slower now.
More controlled.
"…I don't want anyone else to lose control like me."
Pak Rahmat stepped forward.
"Then listen carefully."
He opened the tablet.
Multiple red points.
Clustered.
Spreading.
"We divide zones."
"We respond before they do."
"We move as a unit."
Arga nodded.
"…no more waiting."
He opened his lunch box.
Six grains.
Glowing.
Stable.
Alive.
He closed it slowly.
"This isn't just power anymore."
Silence.
"…this is responsibility."
Far away—
another school.
A child opened a fake box.
Took a bite.
Paused.
Then—
smiled.
"…this tastes better."
Behind him—
a shadow watched.
Silent.
Waiting.
Back at the school—
Arga looked at his team.
Sinta.
Bimo.
Rani.
No longer just students.
No longer just survivors.
"…we move tonight."
And for the first time—
they weren't just trying to survive.
They were ready to fight back.
Together.