TRAILING SHADOWS

And it would go down well, after all, Sunday would be far beyond the reach of the Elder should he leave Ilu Obatala now. And for all that could be said, nothing would get pinned on Ilu Ogun, thus the Council there would not only rid themselves of an idiotic dark prophecy, they would also have clean hands from the wrath of The Elder.

Killing two birds with one stone,

And he, he was the one that was going to be used.

"So, about the training." Tayo heard Niniola say, her hands on the shoulder of the other girl. "Don't worry, I am not going to let my champion just run off into Orun Apaadi just like that. Which is why we are going to have the classic mission on the run moves. Right, Sunday, you dig?" Niniola said fervently, throwing her fist into the air.

"Ugh!" Sunday scoffed, throwing his head backwards.

Just how worse could all of this go for him? First, he did not have the chane he had been looking for to show that idiot of a Wole how much he had grown stronger. Secondly, Niniola was busy fussing all over him like she was babysitting him.

"Come on. Towards the west is the route to the land of Thunder. And in so short a time, we can reach there. So, lets get ready because what is coming next is what you won't expect and I promise, it would be fun. We can even get to know ourselves more on the way that way, you know, not only about the personal info but the levels of our power skills and you know..." Niniola said, dashing into a blur as she took down the tent and the flames, balling everything tangible into a brown sack that she s.u.c.k.e.d up into her ring. After she was done, she dusted her hands, having a smug look on.

"The rules are simple. Guys and everyone must participate. No excuses and try to be nice. Its just going to be a ,match not a suicide game. So, don't fret." Niniola warned, trying to look as stern as she could. She tilted left to right, giving each of them hard stares so much that Ibiyemi flinched while Sunday rolled his eyes and Tayo scoffed.

"We race to Thunder. The first to lead must maintain his lead while tanking attacks from behind. The person who stays in the lead when we get to Thunder wins and that is not disputable." Niniola empahsized, pointing a finger at Tayo just as she saw the Irunmole frown with twisted lips.

"Are you serious? This?" Tayo asked, unable to believe the nonsense Niniola was spewing. If this went on, there might just be a sort of glitch in his plans. The journey would definitely take a bit longer and in truth, that would only make the time he had even more complex or at worst reduce it.

The sooner he could get done with the his mission, the better it would be for him to sulk out the rest of his life as penance for the wrong he was going to do to the one person he had called friend, once.

"Woo." Ibiyemi shivered with excitement. "This. This is just what I wanted all along. That way, I can..."

"Too late. I am in the lead." Niniola's voice trailed off as she flickered away, her outline vanishing into the distance, through the savannah grasses.

"What?" Ibiyemi squeaked, pointing a finger at Niniola's vanishing form. "She's in the lead? And she is already so fast that she does not even need to chant out a technique? Come on, guys... I don't think it is fair."

"You talk too much." Tayo scoffed, making two fingers guns cross each other. "

Law of War: Furious Fire." He chanted as a blast of fiery presence exploded about him, giving him an ethereal gigantic flaming version of himself. However, just as the visage of him appeared, it burst into fire, some of which flickered against Sunday and Ibiyemi.

Seeing this, Sunday licked his lower lips, dropping his upper body to the ground, his weight supported by his two knuckles on the grassy plains. 'Bane, let's smoke this.'

'Hm! Still relying on me, eh? No can do, Sunday.' The Wolf snorted in his soul space, flapping its wings and looking irritated.

Come on, give me a face. We don't have to fight about this.' Sunday growled.

Just then, Tayo snarled, giving Sunday the stink eye. Immediately, his body dashed forward, a gust of fierce hot airs flashing past him while his cloak, blue in color now appeared bleached in the fiery red aura that engulfed Tayo as he dashed.

And just as he did, Ibiyemi's eyes flashed as her body vanished from the ground and appearing airborne, her hands clutching to the fluttering hem of Tayo's cloak.

Seeing this, Sunday inhaled, letting his inner him feel for the massive amount of Agbara inside his Soul Space, the Agbara which was coming for Bane. Concentrating, he let himself feel for it and just as he made a connection, he pulled, forcefully extracting Agbara till all of his body glowered, shinning yellowy light so f Sage Mode washing over him from his c.h.e.s.t to the rest of his body.

BOOOOM!

Just then, a tugging sensation pulled at him from his soul, prompting him to look backwards.

"Don-t touch me." It was Tayo, his hands holding Ibiyemi in the air by her hands as he spun round and then...

FWOoom!

He flung her to him while dashing past, jumping on to a roof, and then to another roof, his speed increasing until he began to blur over the rooftops, big or small. Meanwhile, Sunday, in a movement of flight of fight threw out his arms, in the process, embracing Ibiyemi in his arms.

"Thank you." Ibiyemi smiled, just as she got to her feet, planting a kiss on his lips. Lovestruck, Sunday's body stiffened, leaning in for another kiss when Ibiyemi turned a quick360 and pumped a heavy fist into his face, resetting his thought process in a daze as he fell to his b.u.t.t.

"Ugh" Sunday huffed, seeing Ibiyemi fade off into thin air.

"I never knew you liked me that much that you want to kiss my illusion again." Ibiyemi's voice came from the rooftop, the roof where Tayo had jumped on to. "Sorry, I had to watch your reaction. It's cute." She winked at him and jumped away, her eye flashing.

"Ah!" Sunday g.r.o.a.n.e.d, getting to his feet. "When did she get all confident like this?"

'The only thing getting confident is Ibiyemi's fists in your face if you don't get going and best them. Hmm. I cannot believe my host to be a loser.' Bane snorted from within Sunday, prompting him to dash away.