Lunga Academy

HUNTER In a room, sit two men. One was about thirty years old, while the other was a seventeen year old teenager. They looked at each other with an even expression; it's just that their eyes gleam seriously. “Mister Legard gave me an assignment, but I believe you are more suitable for the task,” the grown man spoke up. “So?” said the teenager. “Of course Mr Legard agreed. Therefore, I ask you: do you want to accept it or not?” “Just tell me, Dad, what's the job. Don't beat around the bush. Dad knows I'll take it.” The father smiled proudly. His son just rolled his eyes in boredom. “This task will not be difficult, I assure you. It's just that you can only carry out your mission after graduating from middle school. That means soon, right? Mr. Legard gave you a mission as usual, this time the target is someone who will go to the same school as you. I think you'll enjoy it.” The son looked at his father who smiled in surprise, but then muttered in understanding. “Okay, here's the information file for your mission next year… or right now, if I may say?” the father chuckled to himself as he handed a thin blue folder to his son. “By the way, your target is called Red Armadon.” “OK,” was the son's only reply. However, for the father, the word was already very satisfying. •∆•∆•∆• DESTROYER A pair of boys rested their elbows on their balcony. Their eyes looked at the Axon Forest which was some distance away. Both seemed to be busy with their own thoughts, until finally the youngest brother spoke up. “Gosh, Bill, I almost forgot about it!” he exclaimed suddenly, slapping himself on the forehead. “Isn't Mom going home today?” Bill chuckled and turned to his lil' brother. “You senile!” he scoffed. “Did you forget it just like that?” The brother snorted. “Why doesn't Mom want to be picked up?” he said exaggeratedly. “I'm getting impatient!” “Just call—! Hey, that wasn't Mom's taxi, was it?” Bill exclaimed in surprise. The brother glared happily. “Of course it's Mom, you i***t!” They laughed and ran wildly, trying to get ahead of each other. “Mom! Mom! You're finally home!” the screams blared, until the mother was shocked and laughed amused. “Holy cloud!” said the mother pretending to be fierce as the two teenagers scrambled to hug her. “You guys have grown up, you're both in high school! Act like any other high school kid!” They all laugh. Bill and his brother carried their mother's suitcase into the house. “The high school boy is Bill,” the brother suddenly objected. “I'm a boarding school boy! Uh! Why do I have to go to boarding school when Bill doesn't? It makes us unable to go to school together anymore!” Their mother smiled patiently. “You chose to go to LBS yourself, didn't you? Don't blame Mom, please!” Those who were spoken to were sullen. “Bill should have moved to LBS!” Bill rolled his eyes. “You know what? Boarding school is no fun.” His brother didn't want to lose, of course. “Boarding school is fun! We can meet our friends anytime anywhere!” They kept arguing about it until they were both gasping for air up the stairs, because the suitcase they were carrying was not as light as a pillow. A few moments later they arrived at their mother's room, and put the suitcases in front of the cupboard. Bill's brother snorted as he pretended to be sweating from his forehead; in fact, sweat does come out, but only very little. It was hard for Bill not to sneer. “What a boy. You're just doing this anyway, but it's as if it really makes you exhausted.” “Even if I did, but I'm not spoiled! Ah, right, you are a spoiled child,” replied the younger brother mockingly. “Aren't you?” Bill snapped on target; his brother fell silent for a moment. “Enough already!” their mother interrupts. “Bill, I want to talk to you.” “Yes, Mom.” Bill nodded his head. “I'm leaving!” Bill's brother grumbled in annoyance. “Bill sucks!” “You should have left, considering Mom just wanted to talk to me,” Bill sneered. His brother snorted and slammed the door shut. He grunted as he continued to walk towards his room. Moments later he was lying on the bed, closing his eyes. However, not long after, his eyes opened again. He felt his mother's behavior was a bit strange. Usually, when she got home, she would immediately take her two sons to a restaurant or watch a movie, or whatsoever. In other words: quality time with family. However, that one earlier….  Kinda suspicious.  The boy got up and immediately walked with brisk steps towards his mother's room. As soon as he got close to his mother's door, he slowed his pace and started sneaking around like a thief. “… not what I imagined!” Bill's brother heard his mother say. “You should have killed your brother long before I came home!” The boy who had overheard was glaring in surprise. His heart sank. What the hell? Could he be dreaming? “Mom, I told you I didn't want to kill him! He's my brother and, if you haven't gone mad, he's your son too!” Bill argued. There was a loud slap that startled the eavesdropper who was pinching himself. It hurts. Seriously. This is not a dream, period. “Don't you remember what I used to say, Bill?”  And what Bill's brother heard next was something that made his heart no longer the same. •∆•∆•∆• PROTECTOR “Gosh, what are you doing?” The thirty-one-year-old woman's voice echoed in a simple two-story house. The guy who was reprimanded didn't stop his activities either. A few moments later, he stood up and came out of his bathroom which his mother had forcibly opened. His lips pouted. “Mama already knows what I'm doing!” he replied irritably. “Why are you still asking?” The mother growled in frustration. She sighed angrily, and then emphasized each word, “Do not. Do. That. Again. In. Our. House!” “Then where?” said the son very annoyed. “On the street?! Oh, Ma!” “The forest is safe too, don't you think so?” “I don't want to soil myself with dirt and all that!” “RED!” “It's up to Mama! The point is, I don't wa—!” “Just watch, after this you're really going to do it in the forest!” The boy named Red snorted. “Why are you so sure?” he asked in a light tone, already feeling the most victorious. “You will continue your schooling at LBS!” Red almost chokes on empty air and glares at his mother. “NO!” he growled angrily, feeling disapproved. “I do not want to!” “Well, that's the problem!” exclaimed the mother happily. “You have to be willing, no matter what!” The mother raised her eyebrows, teasing her only son. Red Armadon groaned. Even though he was so angry and irritated, for some reason he couldn't rebel against his mother's decision. Not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to disappoint the mother he loved so much. Seeing her happy is one ofthe most beautiful things she can have. Thus began his lousy days.