The schoolyard slowly returned to life.
Teachers gathered around the fallen student.
Students whispered in uneasy clusters.
Some kept staring—unable to look away.
But for Arga, Sinta, and Bimo—
everything had changed.
They stood near the far edge of the field.
Away from the crowd.
Away from the noise.
For the first time—
they weren't reacting.
They were thinking.
"…we can't ignore this anymore," Sinta said quietly.
No one disagreed.
Bimo stared down at his hands.
"…I almost crashed into him."
"You didn't," Arga replied.
"But I could have."
Silence followed.
Because it was true.
Arga drew a slow breath.
"The problem isn't just the power…"
He looked at both of them.
"…it's that we don't control it."
Sinta nodded immediately.
"Then we learn."
Bimo blinked.
"…learn what?"
Arga glanced toward the empty part of the field.
"How to stop."
The First Attempt
They moved farther out—
behind an old storage building.
No one around.
Quiet.
"Okay," Arga said, more steady now.
"Bimo. Try running again."
Bimo frowned.
"…you serious?"
"Yeah. But slower."
"That's the problem—I can't control it."
"Then don't start fast."
A pause.
Then—
"…okay."
Bimo stepped back.
Took a breath.
And ran.
At first—
normal.
Then—
faster.
Then—
too fast.
"Bimo—slow down!" Sinta shouted.
"I'M TRYING!"
His speed surged again.
Wind whipped around him.
Dust lifted from the ground.
He was losing control.
Again.
Arga stepped forward.
"Watch me!"
Bimo's eyes snapped toward him.
Arga inhaled—slow, deliberate.
Then moved.
Fast—
but controlled.
His steps weren't wild this time.
They were measured.
Intentional.
"Match my pace!"
Bimo tried.
Failed.
Tried again.
Step—
step—
step—
Still unstable.
But better.
"Don't fight it!" Arga called out.
"Guide it!"
Sinta observed from the side, eyes sharp.
"…it reacts to intention," she said.
Arga nodded.
"Yeah."
"Then stop thinking about speed," Sinta continued.
"Think about stopping."
Bimo gritted his teeth.
"…stopping…"
His steps faltered.
Too much.
He nearly tripped—
but Arga caught his arm.
"Not all at once!"
Bimo staggered.
Then—
finally—
he stopped.
Silence settled around them.
He bent slightly, catching his breath.
But he wasn't exhausted.
Just shaken.
"…okay."
He looked up.
"…that was better."
Sinta gave a small nod.
"Still messy."
"…but better."
Understanding the Power
Arga stared at his hands.
"The energy…"
"It's not random," he said slowly.
"It responds."
Bimo blinked.
"…responds?"
Sinta crossed her arms.
"More like it follows."
Arga nodded.
"Your body moves first."
"Your mind has to catch up."
Bimo scratched his head.
"…that sounds complicated."
"It is."
A brief pause.
"But it's possible."
Sinta's Turn
Sinta stepped forward.
"My turn."
She bent her knees slightly.
Focused.
Then—
she jumped.
Higher than normal.
Too high.
"Careful!" Bimo shouted.
She landed hard—
but didn't fall.
She adjusted her footing quickly.
"…too much force."
Arga nodded.
"Try again."
This time—
she breathed first.
Centered herself.
Then jumped.
Lower.
Controlled.
She landed smoothly.
A faint smile appeared.
"…okay."
Bimo grinned.
"Now that's cool."
Realization
They stood together.
The three of them.
Different abilities.
Same source.
Arga opened his lunch box.
At the bottom—
the symbol glowed.
Not violently.
Steady.
Alive.
"…it's connected to us," he said.
Sinta nodded.
"And it's evolving."
Bimo swallowed.
"…so that means…"
Arga finished the thought.
"…this isn't over."
Somewhere Else
Inside the black car—
the man in the hat stared at a glowing screen.
Three profiles.
Three signals.
Stronger now.
More stable.
A faint smile formed on his lips.
"They've started adapting."
A pause.
"…faster than expected."
He tapped the screen once.
"Prepare phase two."
Outside—
the city moved as usual.
Unaware.
Unchanged.
But something had shifted.
Three ordinary students—
were no longer just reacting.
They were learning.
And soon—
they would be ready.