Alir Teronpi vs. Doraeme Manta

The next morning arrived like a storm of excitement. Today was the day—the beginning of the Master of Heroes Competition, the biggest event of the year. The huge fighting stadium was packed with students, teachers, heroes, and even normal people who came just to watch the battles. The energy in the air was unbelievable.

At the very top of the stadium, two commentators sat in a broadcast room, ready to speak into their microphones.

The crowd roared below them like a sea of noise.

1st Person:
“Hello everyone! Welcome to the grand contest to decide the next Master of Heroes! Today, our brave heroes will fight to prove their skills. The rules are simple, so listen carefully!”

The stadium became silent as everyone paid attention.

1st Person:
“Rule number 1: Heroes can use their powers and weapons, but they MUST NOT kill their opponent. If anyone tries to kill, they will be disqualified immediately.”

2nd Person:
“Rule number 2: You win if your enemy surrenders while you continue attacking.”

1st Person:
“Rule number 3: If the enemy does not want to surrender, you can still win by knocking them down. If they fail to stand up within 5 seconds after falling—then YOU win!”

2nd Person:
“Winners move on to the next round. And round by round… we will find our next Master of Heroes!”

The entire stadium erupted in cheers.

2nd Person:
“No more wasting time! The referee is already waiting below. So let’s get started!”

Fireworks exploded around the stadium. Drums beat loudly. Excitement filled every corner of the place.

In one of the waiting rooms, Sengkan and Jirsong sat together, laughing with evil confidence.

Jirsong:
“Hehehe… no one can defeat us. We already have our plan.”

Sengkan:
“Yeah. We will destroy everyone one by one.”

They fist-bumped each other, full of overconfidence.

1st Person (shouting):
“Now, let’s welcome our first player—Alir Teronpi!”

The stadium exploded with cheers. People waved their flags and shouted her name.

Alir stepped onto the battlefield, her long hair tied back, her eyes filled with determination.

2nd Person:
“And her opponent… Doraeme Manta—the Electric Girl!”

Doraeme walked out from the opposite side, sparks of electricity crackling around her hands. The crowd gasped at the sight.

Referee:
“Both fighters ready?”

Both nodded.

Referee:
“Fight!”

Without wasting a second, Doraeme created a glowing electric ball in her hand and threw it straight toward Alir.

ZAP!

Alir jumped aside just in time.

Another electric ball came.

ZAP!

Alir ducked.

Another.

ZAP!

Alir rolled on the ground.

2nd Person:
“Oh no! Alir is completely on the defensive. Doraeme keeps attacking without stopping!”

Electric sparks filled the battlefield like fireworks. Alir kept moving left, right, jumping, dodging, rolling—but she couldn’t get close to Doraeme.

Alir (thinking):
She keeps attacking… how do I defeat her?

More electricity came flying toward her.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

Alir barely dodged.

Then suddenly…

Alir (thinking):
Wait… rubber! How did I forget? Electricity’s weakness is rubber!

A small smile appeared on her face.

Doraeme prepared a bigger electric ball.
Zzzzzzzzztttt!

She threw it with full power.

But this time, Alir reached into her belt pouch and quickly put on her rubber gloves.

The ball hit her palms—

—and nothing happened.

The entire stadium gasped.

Doraeme:
“What?! How is that possible?!”

Alir smirked.

Alir:
“Electricity is weak against rubber. How did YOU forget such basic knowledge? You fool.”

Without wasting even one second, she turned the attack around and threw the electric ball back at Doraeme.

It hit the ground near Doraeme.

BOOOOOOM!

The explosion shook the entire stadium.

Smoke rose.

Silence.

Then the smoke slowly faded…

Doraeme lay unconscious on the ground.

The referee raised his hand.

Referee:
“Winner—ALIR TERONPI!”

The crowd went WILD.
People screamed her name.
Some students even climbed on seats in excitement.

Alir jumped happily, waving at her supporters.

In another room far away, Ayon punched the chair angrily.

Ayon:
“No! Doraeme lost?! That’s impossible! Ughhh!”

He kicked the wall, frustrated.

Serdihun and Serdihun 2 watched the broadcast through the TV screen in their room.

Serdihun:
“Good. Alir won her match.”

Serdihun 2:
“Great! …but, wait… where is Buddhist? I haven’t seen him since yesterday.”

Serdihun shrugged.

Serdihun:
“I don’t know. Maybe he is practicing again.”

Serdihun 2 looked slightly worried.
There was something about Buddhist that made her heart feel heavier today.

2nd Person:
“The competition will continue! So, my friends… don’t go anywhere! More exciting fights are coming soon!”

The crowd cheered again, stomping their feet, ready to watch the next battle.

But somewhere in the background…

A storm was coming.

A storm named Buddhist.

And soon, everyone in the stadium—including Sengkan, Jirsong, and Irfan—would face the true power of the boy they called weak.

The boy they insulted.
The boy they laughed at.

They had no idea.

He was not the same Buddhist anymore.