Mardinal: The Assassin's Adventure
Chapter 3: Exploding

A bright morning in a high school building in the town of Planet Urdalin. The wind blew quietly blowing gently the leaves of trees around the courtyard, the clear blue sky decorated with thin clouds. Very quiet atmosphere, suitable for doing various school activities.

One of the classes in the High School building, precisely in the 11th grade of Science C1, is ongoing teaching-learning activities. The atmosphere was so calm, the students were busy paying attention and copying all the explanations explained by a teacher.

One of the students so solemnly copied the notes on the blackboard into his book. The student looked geeky, neat black hair with large round glasses on. Typical easy targets for bundled.

His learning activities were disrupted because his head was pelted with lumps of paper from behind.

“Aduh.”

The geeky student complained very slowly so as not to be heard by the teacher. While stroking the back of his head, he looked back a bit to the left side. His face immediately realized that the paper thrower turned his face to the side as if he did not admit that he was the culprit.

The geeky already knew who always threw him paper every time the lesson took place. He was a delinquent student, but always showed a sweet expression to people. The most striking of his appearance is a long Mullet-style red hair with a little blond strokes in some parts of the strands.

This one student does like to look strange, his behavior is also known to be unique by many students. But that's where the attraction that makes it liked by many people.

“Mardin...,” hiss the geeky with an irritated face.

Realizing he was stared at irritated by the geeky, the redhead named Mardin just stared back at him with a sweet smile like a plain child. The geeky did not melt at all, he was still irritated by Mardin's annoying actions.

But if Mardin throws him a wad of paper, there's usually something Mardin wants to talk about. The geeky picked up the lump of paper lying beside the chair, opened the lump under the table so as not to be caught by the teacher, then read the writing.

“Dimas, Mr. Luke was very clear long ago. Bosen studied the problem of sculpture philosophy. When are we told to understand the meaning of the statue? Thought to be a shophouse boutique mannequin, so?”

Cheeking Dimas tried to hold back the laughter. That is the nature of Mardin. There is a course of behavior if it is about the nyinyiran people, even though the teacher himself narrated.

Dimas turned back, only retorted by sticking out his tongue for a moment, then refocused on learning. Mardin could only glare in surprise, but he ended up laughing while leaning his body on the back of the chair.

Mardin and Dimas, although they have different traits and appearance, but in fact they are close friends. When Dimas wanted to get the other students, Mardin would protect him. Likewise, on the contrary, Dimas will help Mardin do pr school if his best friend is not understanding.

Anyway, they're best friends who help each other.

“Loh?”

“Hah?”

“What happened? How's geter?”

“Geter-gini meter, make billable, you know.”

“Uwaaah!”

The entire class was confused and startled by the vibrations felt throughout the class. In addition, they also heard a loud noise some distance away from the school. When they looked out, several explosions were seen in the city. The explosion drew closer to the school.

Suddenly a danger alarm sounded. The entire student was immediately panicked. The teacher tried to calm down and tried to instruct them all.

“Kids! Immediately go take refuge in the school! No one comes out of there or from this school building until there is further news from the school!”

In a panic, the students and students immediately ran out of the classroom. Mardin was still standing still in the classroom, watching the explosions through the window with both blue eyes narrowing sharply. After that, he went after the other students at the very back.

….

Students from all over the school building run to the school grounds to take shelter from the possibility of a mysterious explosion. Mardin-class first-mates also began to descend the stairs to the lower floor.

Mardin did not come down, instead he was flirting in various directions as if looking for something.

“Mardin, here!”

Mardin finds Dimas calling her from behind the door of one of the rooms. He also came in after his best friend.

Apparently, the room they entered was a swimming pool room commonly used for swimming sports practices. The atmosphere of the room looks very quiet. There was no one there but the two of them.

Mardin somewhat ran over to Dimas who was trying to grab something from behind the school locker.

“Kok can get here first?” mardin asked Dimas. “Jelmaan dedemit you, yak?”

“Internally!” Dimas glared for a moment. “I'm still human. You were the late one. Here!”

Dimas threw some stuff at Mardin and caught it easily. The items are a unique black skateboard with a neon blue pattern, a black jacket with a neon blue stripe decoration, and also a special belt with a magnetic attachment behind it.

“I brought a change uniform, kok,” replied Mardin. “Entar if others have been taken out, immediately wait for me in the back yard of school.”

“OK. Careful, fellas!”

“Yo’i!”

Mardin exited the room while riding his skateboard. When he went down the stairs, he slid through the top of the ladder fence, then plunged when he reached the bottom floor. He immediately exited the lobby door of the school building, sliding past the front yard.

While riding a skateboard about to get out of the school area, Mardin saw the gate was closed tightly. It certainly did not hinder his intention to come out.

Incidentally there was one board lying on its side of the road to the gate. Mardin raised the speed of the skateboard, got closer to the sloping board, then glided over the board until he floated high.

“Yiiha!”

Mardin floated through the gate. His white shirt and strands of red hair moved dramatically in the wind. His smile signifies he really enjoys the attraction of riding this skateboard.

He landed, immediately slid quickly leaving the SMA building towards the city streets that began to look lonely.

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“Bwahahahahah..!”

The entire streets in that part of the city were deserted by the panicked residents of the impromptu explosion. Debris fell, asphalt cracked, some of the unsaved residents lay lifeless there. This attack from one person had already caused quite a lot of losses and casualties.

The perpetrator was a man in his 40s, big in body wearing a thick coat, thick mustache, and strands of hair was white. The man walked leisurely while carrying an iron backpack behind him. He laughed loudly, excitedly, while throwing several grenades and bombs in any direction, making buildings destroyed, causing thick smoke around him.

“Hahahah! I'm Boomer! Fear me, residents of Kamaju City!” boomer shouted loudly. “I am a great Rogue! In a moment, I am ready to tear down the Guild that leads your city, the Jaguara Guild!”

“In time, I will gather a lot of Rogue to make my followers. With all the weapons I have, I will defeat your Alpha and take over the Guild and the city. And after that, I will conquer the Assassins Alliance, making myself a Sigma!”

“No one can beat me!”

He threw ten bombs at once behind him.

“Boomer!!”

Right he shouted loudly, the ten bombs had exploded behind him, causing a colorful fire explosion that looked eccentric to someone as ambitious as him.

“A-aaa…. To-please, Sir. A-pardon me...”.

Boomer turned his head, staring intently at a young man who was kneeling in fear while hugging a skateboard. His face was not clearly visible because it was covered by his black hood. He seemed to tremble, afraid and it was hard to get up in order to run away from him.

“Heh, there are still snot boys left, huh?” Boomer ledek accompanied grin. “You're lost, son…? Need help saving your pathetic ass..?”.

The young man was scared. “Sa-I beg, Sir…. Forgive me and leave me alone, sir…. My leg abis wound over concrete, can not be used road...”.

“Cih!” Boomer. “That's your creed! A weak person like you can't last much longer on this terrible planet. The average population across the planet is a formidable killer. If you weren't a killer, you'd just be a scorn, or your organs could be used for sale outside of planet.”

Boomer reached into another grenade from his pocket, preparing to remove the trigger hook.

With a terrible wide grin, Boomer said, “Your weak body alone is useless for the use of its organs. So, I'd better just destroy it as my own entertainment. Seeing a human explode is my pleasure, young man.”

Boomer threw the grenade at the young man. But to his surprise, the young man was able to get up on his feet, hitting back a grenade using a skateboard. Luckily, the grenade did not hit Boomer, but almost hit Boomer's side head, shot past him and exploded behind.

The man pecked on the spot, dumbfounded by what he saw. The young man who he thought was weak and helpless seemed to be able to stand up and fend off his grenade using only a skateboard.

The young man stomped the tip of the skateboard to the ground, standing firmly full of confidence. But his head was down with his face still not visible due to the protection of the hood of the jacket.

“Meh~ Too bad. Missed, huh?”

The young man began to shake his jacket. Now it is clear that the red Mullet hair was deliberately randomized to make it more eccentric. A pair of dark blue eyes stared straight at Boomer with a friendly smile.

However, behind that friendly smile was stored his rotten nature.

“Padahan, I would love to see your head explode...”.

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