Carve To The Last Fight

Multi-function protective clothing

"Satriya Take off your clothes and put on this" Mr. Joseph handed one of the clothes from his hand. He also did the same thing by taking off his clothes and changing them.

"What kind of clothes is this Mr. Joseph?" Satriya felt that the material used for these clothes felt different from ordinary clothes. Very comfortable and more attached to the skin and the color is similar so it looks like she is wearing nothing on her body. Meanwhile, Mr. Joseph wore black clothes.

"This is called a shield suit, in the form of a special polymer cloth made of polymeric carbon fiber, one of which is the same material as the material used to make kris in ancient times," said Mr. Joseph slightly explaining. Its function is as a protective suit commonly used by soldiers or special police.

“But it seems different from the protective clothing owned by the security forces, these clothes are much lighter, I've worn clothes that they usually wear. Did you make it yourself Mr. Joseph?” a little curious.

"Yes, that's it, but it took quite a long time to search and find the type of meteorite rock whose content matched the criteria I needed," replied Mr. Joseph casually.

"Of course, it can cost tens of thousands of dollars to buy the meteorite from the owner, isn't it Mr. Joseph?" Satriya tries to assess the range of clothes she is wearing.

"Why is Mr. Joseph's color dark or maybe these are two different types?"

"Not really, I got it for free without paying a penny. Yes, all because I have long had acquaintances and friends, most of whom have inherited the traditions of their ancestors. As a blacksmith and maker of weapons such as kris, from a direct lineage commonly called the Masters. Even though their existence is secretly hiding their identity, I managed to gain their trust to learn all the knowledge and skills they have.

Especially for the clothes that I designed and made myself, both have the same material, only what you wear has been added with dye and made with a nanotechnology system, in terms of performance both are almost the same." The answer.

"So the next step or what are we going to do now with this outfit?"

"Yes, as the title says, self-protection", so we will test the durability of this shirt by playing the game again," replied Mr. Joseph half laughing. He took out various prototype types of weapons from a large box on the floor. Then a black long-barreled gun with several boxes of rubber bullets. Mr. Joseph was seen filling them one by one,

Half shocked and unable to believe what happened, Satriya immediately approached to take a closer look and what objects or weapons would be used. Hasn't he had time to reach the place where Mr. Joseph suddenly?

"Bang...! Bang...!”

The sound of the explosion was deafening and what was more fatal was that Mr. Joseph deliberately aimed and aimed the weapon at him. There was no chance for him to escape. Only shock and screams escaped Satriya's mouth,

“Mr. Joseph Jangaaan...!”

Suddenly Satriya's body fell a few steps. The effects of the impact of the long-barreled weapon and the great pressure made the impact on his body seem to be jerked backward. Undoubtedly a moment later Satriya's body collapsed and fell to the ground, her hands were seen holding the part that felt hit by the weapon. Even though it contains rubber bullets, with such a close distance and with weapons that can be said to have very strong power, it will cause no small danger. But..?

"HA ... Ha ... Ha ..., How does it feel Satriya is enough to make you feel like floating?" loud laughter echoed throughout the gym. Mr. Joseph looks very, very excited after doing what Satria considers very, very dangerous and threatens the safety of his life. However, after re-examining the part that was hit by the bullet, there was no trace or the slightest wound on his body, this made him wonder again. Slowly his body returned to his feet and immediately approached Mr. Joseph.

"You have indeed lost your mind, Mr. Joseph," said Satriya in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Sorry…, Sorry my brother calm down… take your breath, deep….. and slow.” Mr. Joseph replied trying to lighten the mood.

"Damn ..., You are just a f*****g asshole, Mr. Joseph !" Satriya cursed back, but this time also laughed. Because it was only a sense of surprise and unpreparedness that made him like that.

"Enough of the fun now back to the original business, you put on this face mask along with the glasses, and I'll do the same thing, but the device I put on your body back so that it can be stored on the computer. This time by maintaining a standing position at the point I have marked.” Mr. Joseph's orders, he did the same and prepared to start testing with other tools.

The time has shown eight o'clock in the evening, the data collection has been successfully downloaded. According to Mr. Joseph, they still have to go through the editing process and project the data in the form of visual animations and even add some more real effect features along with other advantages. Although not understood, Satriya can only nod his head. The only thing on his mind right now was to return to his apartment so he could rest in peace on such a tiring day for him.

While making sure everything was done for his first job, Mr. Joseph again asked Satriya to at the same time bring some of his dirty clothes to be immediately handed over to the laundry which is located in the basement of this apartment.

"Please hand it over to the laundry section in the basement and give it to the officer named Lia, don't let the others," Mr. Johan's message reminded Satriya. When in fact the officer is referred to as Anastasya and even then is none other than his assistant, Satriya has done this several times and keeps repeating it.

By slightly dragging a large package specifically for laundry, Satriya asked permission to leave Mr. Joseph who was continuing his work. Meanwhile, Satriya, who has now returned to riding her bicycle, returns to her apartment which is an hour's drive away. The condition that night was a bit cloudy and windy made Satriya speed up her bicycle. Halfway through the phone, which was now in his jacket pocket, vibrated as a sign that a message had arrived. A smile appeared on his face because the message contained payment for the work he had just completed and this time with additional tips whose nominal amount made the tiredness felt today disappear.