The next morning, the school looked exactly the same.
Students streamed through the gates, backpacks slung over their shoulders.
Some yawned.
Some rushed before the bell.
Everything felt normal.
But for Arga and Sinta—
nothing was.
They sat in class.
Silent.
Not avoiding each other—just aware.
Their eyes met briefly.
Then shifted away.
"So…" Sinta whispered.
Arga kept his gaze forward.
"Let's not say anything yet."
"Why?"
"Because I don't understand it myself."
Sinta let out a quiet breath.
"…me neither."
They both felt it.
That strange energy.
Still there.
Still moving.
The bell rang.
Class began.
And immediately—
Arga noticed the difference.
He wasn't sleepy.
Normally, this hour dragged endlessly.
But now—
everything felt sharp.
Clear.
Fast.
Too fast.
The teacher explained a concept.
Arga understood it—
before the explanation even finished.
His fingers tightened slightly.
This isn't normal.
Time passed.
Then—
the break bell rang.
"MBG is here!" someone shouted.
The classroom erupted.
Staff rolled in carts of metal lunch boxes. Steam rose, carrying the familiar scent of warm rice.
Students lined up eagerly.
Arga stood with Sinta and Bimo.
"I'm starving," Bimo said.
"You're always starving," Sinta replied flatly.
"It's a gift."
Normally, Arga would smile.
This time—
he didn't.
He received his lunch box.
Opened it slowly.
Same menu.
Rice.
Chicken.
Vegetables.
A banana.
His gaze dropped to the bottom.
Nothing.
No symbol.
No glow.
But his body—
was waiting.
"Why are you staring like that?" Bimo asked.
"Nothing."
They began eating.
Bimo, as always, finished first.
Rice—gone.
Chicken—gone.
Vegetables—gone.
Last—
the banana.
"My favorite."
He peeled it, took a bite—
then another.
Gone.
A few seconds passed.
Bimo frowned.
"What?" Sinta asked.
"…something's weird."
Arga stiffened.
"What do you mean?"
Bimo shifted his weight.
"…my legs."
"What about them?"
"I can't… keep them still."
And then—
he moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
He bolted out of the classroom.
"HEY—?!"
Arga and Sinta were already on their feet.
No hesitation.
They ran after him.
The Field
Bimo was already there.
Running.
Not normally.
Faster—
then faster.
The wind wrapped around him like a storm.
"What is he doing?!" someone shouted.
"He's insane—look at him go!"
Students stopped.
Watching.
Sinta's voice dropped.
"…this is bad."
Arga nodded.
"This is like me."
A beat.
"…but worse."
Bimo completed one lap.
Then another.
Then another.
He wasn't slowing.
He was accelerating.
"Bimo!" Arga shouted.
No response.
"He can't hear you!" Sinta said.
Arga clenched his fists.
Think.
"His body's moving on its own…"
"Then we stop him!"
"Wait—no."
Sinta froze.
"What?"
"If we grab him now, he'll crash."
Her expression tightened.
"…then what do we do?"
Arga inhaled slowly.
"Match his speed."
Sinta blinked.
"…you're serious?"
Arga nodded.
"I'll slow him from the front."
"And me?"
"Guide him. Keep him from hitting anything."
Sinta didn't hesitate.
"…okay."
First Coordination
Arga stepped forward.
The energy inside him responded instantly.
He ran.
Faster than before.
The world blurred—
but this time—
he controlled it.
Not just speed.
Direction.
Balance.
"Slow down…" he whispered.
His breathing steadied.
His steps adjusted.
He reached Bimo.
Bimo's eyes were wide.
Panicked.
"I can't stop!" Bimo shouted.
"I know!"
Arga moved ahead of him.
"Follow me!"
"What?!"
"JUST DO IT!"
Bimo had no choice.
He followed.
Arga reduced his speed—
slightly.
Then again.
Carefully.
Sinta ran alongside them.
"Left! Turn left!"
Bimo turned—barely.
"Again!"
Step by step—
they guided him.
Slower.
More stable.
More controlled.
Until—
Bimo stumbled.
And stopped.
Silence fell.
He dropped to his knees.
Breathing hard—
but not exhausted.
"What… was that…?"
Arga stood still, chest rising steadily.
"We're not normal anymore."
Sinta nodded.
"…yeah."
Bimo looked between them.
"…you too?"
Arga opened his lunch box.
At the bottom—
the symbol glowed.
Bright.
Alive.
Sinta inhaled sharply.
"…mine too."
For the first time—
they understood.
This wasn't just happening to one of them.
They were connected.
The Arrival
GRRRRMMMM—
The sound cut through the moment.
An engine.
Low.
Heavy.
All three turned.
A black vehicle rolled through the school gate.
Slow.
Deliberate.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Students quieted.
Teachers paused.
The door opened.
Several people stepped out.
Neat.
Too neat.
Uniform-like.
And one of them—
carried a large box.
Marked:
MBG
But—
something felt wrong.
Arga froze.
His body reacted instantly.
Not warmth.
Heat.
A warning.
Sinta felt it too.
"…that's not right."
Bimo stepped back slightly.
"…I don't like this."
Arga stared at the box.
Same label.
Same shape.
But different.
Cold.
Empty.
Wrong.
His fist tightened.
"…they're not from the school."
And this time—
he was certain.
This wasn't coincidence.
This wasn't random.
They had come—
for them.