It was said that this usually came up when a soul was about to experience futher baptism in the Aspectual law of his/her patron Orisha. And in his case, Light Energy, which was the Aspect of reality that King Obatala, was based on.

The more one was baptized in the law, the more he or she evolved up into higher cla.s.ses and the more powerful the soul grew. A strong soul meant he could withstand the effect of using Law imbued attack.

And that was his aim. Despite the feeling of strength he had on him, he knew deep down that it still wasn't enough.

'I need to get stronger. Too weak.'

'Stronger...'

'Stronger...' He mused, his feets in a patter along the street.

Soon, he arrived a junction and stopped short. His eyes widening with excitement, as his body trembled, phsyical exhaustion from all that had happened reinforced on him.

He felt like resting but now was not the time. Now,..

Now was time for shopping. Sunday grinned, as he observed the open market and tapped at his ring, a sense of security seeping in.

He walked into the adjoining street stepping feet into the open market, his mind going ablaze on what to get. He needed to get stronger.

But depending only on essence for the time being as going to limit him in so many ways, since Elites were really nothing so special on the power chart.

What made the hold out however was the fact that Elites were naturally inclined to move in large groups. Added to that , their resilience.

This two factors made the Elite cla.s.s the safest, most populated Cla.s.s of Irunmole. There were even instance of people refusing to advance down the cla.s.ses and content with just Elite Cla.s.s. After all, Changing Cla.s.ses was not something so easily attainable.

Sunday walked through a bustling crowd. He shoved in-between two Irunmoles who seemed to be having a discussion as they carried their luggage. Das.h.i.+ng off to the other side of the road, he almost got hit by a caravan of Pegasus, The Irunmole Coach yelling at him to watch were he was going.

He smiled. Not that that mattered. But because he had seen just what he was looking for. A 'Specials' Shop. One that specialised in selling artefacts to others.

Who said he had to depend solely on essence to get strong? Whoever did surely had not seen of artefacts.

He walked into the shop ignoring the strange stares he got from pa.s.serbys. He wasn't going to let anyone judge him by his age. After all, he wasn't so young.

Stepping in, the gla.s.s like doors vanished allowing him access . Until he stepped in, did the doors appear. Standing a while, he marvelled before starting at the shop and observing some items on sale.

Noting a sickle like weapon, another gla.s.s box revealing a set of soft glowing orbs. A little apart from that was a pair of rather large golden gloves.

'Uh... Who can have bighands like that.' Sunday scowled.

"Yes, Ewo lo fe(1)?" The shop attendant spoke , noting the disapproval on his face. "That is a Gregarious Guantlet. A gauntlet that let's you absorb energy from each hit you get and then rechannels it to boosts whatever attack you make. So far , the original impact had landed on the gauntlet.'

"Hmm..." Sunday thought for awhile. "But why would have to have to wait to be attacked first before I can use it's potential?" He asked, hand on chin as he studied the rather flashy artefact.

"Well, you can try Obsidian Bow if you are looking to deal damage first. And it's not expensive either. Affordable." The attendant spoke, patting his fila as he stood, pointing to the Obsidian Bow.

"Hmm... " Sunday sighed, looking warily at the attendant.

"You do realize that high Cla.s.sed Irunmoles actually don't need artefacts, you know?"

"Well, what's your choice sir? Obsidian Bow or Gregarious Gauntlet?"

"Ah ah..." Sunday lower jaw dropped. " I haven't even made my mind yet and you are trying to force my choice."

"Look, mister, make your choice..I have other customers in here that muist attend to."

Sunday heaved.

"Okay okay. Do you have masks..." Sunday chirped in.

" What... Is this some opera shop or theater? Didn't you read the sign on my shop. It says SPECIALS... NOT THEATER MATERIALS!!!..." The attendant blurted out, coming into view from behind the counter.

"Well, I was just trying to politely tell you that I am not buying your..."

"GET OUT... YOU!!... " He screamed, pointing his hands to the exit.

"You really should be nicer to your customers, you know." Sunday replied, unpertubed.

"Oh, and YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE YO TELL ME THAT???!!"

"Ino Agbara: DISTURBING LIGHT..." The attendant yelled.

Immediately, a small ball of light appeared in his raised right hand, floatinv just above it.

THOOM...

The ball of light suddenly began chaotic, spirals of light spreading around like tendrils.

"AWAY WITH YOU..."

THe ball was hurled towards Sunday. It blurred as it came to him, tendrils condensed behind it to form a blazing propeller of white light.

He simply sidestepped.

It was going to take simply more than just that to get him out of this shop without his own volition.

Wait... I spoke too soon...

The wisping ball of chaotic light that s.h.i.+vered past him suddenly attached tendrils to his arms and legs and tugged. Jerking him forcefully off the ground towards the outside of the shop , moving on an impetus of violent energy as it crackled.

Sunday suddenly felt weightless, his own body betraying him as he swept off, after the disappearing chaotic light ball.

'd.a.m.nit, how am I supposed to strike a bada.s.s pose in front of this rude attendant if a simple move like this can kick me out.

Aaarghh...

Need to think fast.'

His hands flaied in the air, grabbing onto two pillars that supported the shop. Withstanding the force of the light ball move while it dissipated.

Whilst Disappearing light wasn't a powerful move but yet, when unleashed on surprise, even Prime's could be banished to wherever the Irunmole wanted. The only side effect was that it tended to dissipate and lose it's impetus as it flew farther from it's origin. Meaning a person could buy time simply by withstanding the chaotic ball of light for just some time and then watch it diminish and dissipate.

However the shop attendant was not going to take that lying low.

"INO AGBARA: FLAILING WHIPPPPPP..." HE growled as a metre long whip of pure light energy formed in his hand. He Drew backwards Abit before letting his hand fly

The whip lashed against Sunday's hands, gouging into them as his Essence oozed slightly from the gouges.

Yelling, he let go as he tried to dodge another whip. Only to be pulled violently outside the stall.

"d.a.m.nit... That guy had to be an Omni Cla.s.s. He's strong. But I'm stronger. I have a soulbond. What does he have..." Sunday puffed up, after picking himself up from the ground.

Irunmoles walked past him, busy with their affairs. And from their actions, he guessed that he was just one of the regular sights in the Open Market.

'd.a.m.nit, I can't come here alone for the first time and leave such an impression.'

'Your arrogance will be your downfall, Young one' The wolf steel tone cut into his thoughts.

He heard himself, and Dashed.

'Yes, right... If only you can be more supportive and stop your criticism'

He dashed, bas.h.i.+ng into the entrance unabated.

"I knew you would come back. Ino Agbara.." the attendant spoke, disdain filling his eyes.

'what? He's not even giving me a time out??!' Sunday's eyes widened.

"INO AGBARA; LESSER LIGHT SPEARS..."

The air sizzled, becoming heated as turbulence ripped across it. That same instance, 6 Spears of white heat appeared in the air.

"Oh boy.." Sunday gasped.

For the second time in his life, The sense of now or never urgency hit him since the time of the p.r.i.c.kled Bane Winged Wolf battle. Adrenaline or the equivalent of that for Irunmole rushed through his body in multiples, his breathing becoming ragged and hurried.

'What?? I warned you, didn't I? Anyways, you dying means our contract can be broken soon. So please have a good death, Sunday.' The Wolf snickered.

'OhG.o.d! Can't you be of any more use than seating down there and being a s.a.d.i.s.t?.' Sunday queried mentally.

He could see the wolf in his mind now. Immediately, his view s.h.i.+fted as he transported his attention into the mindzone.

Just then, the burning heat of the Spears reached for him, chruninv up the his of his skin.

' Actually I can...'

Sunday heaved out in relief, eyes burning with excitement.

'But I won't,'

"Heh...whaaa..."

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Meanwhile,

Ibiyemi,slashed her left hand in a semi circle, throwing out a Saarin at the Elite who held Toyosi at Bay. She had being a.s.signed to create a diversion for them to get closer to disable an orb.

And she was getting right into it.

However, not entirely because of the mission, but because of Toyosi who had just been caught. She threw another one, making two in descent at the Irunmole as she dropped from the tree.

Thud!

The Elite looked back, pulling out an Imole Mo in one hand, his eyes wary with caution. In the other hand, he gripped Toyosi fiercely by the wrist.

"Ah, so you are not alone here, boy."

The Irunmole leapt backwards, avoiding the two saarins that dropped just where he stood previously.

Instantly, Ibiyemi twisted and turned, flipping over to Toyosi. From the pouch she pulled two b.a.l.l.s out, flipping them into the air.

BOOM

BOOM

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Thick gases exploded into the air, creating a whirlpool of mists and dust. That hid her from sight. Promptly, she worked her hands on the lock resting on Toyosi's chest.

She did have some skills with picking locks and in less than a second, the lock fell apart, dissipating into s.h.i.+mmering energy.

Just then, strong vice like hands clamped on her neck, pulling her into view, out of the mist.

"What do you think you are doing here? This place is out of bounds." The Elite who had avoided her earlier attack, spoke glaring at her.

"Well... What do you know?" She replied, a grin forming on her face. "NOW... GOOOOO..." she screamed. One to her team perched on the tree, and the other to Toyosi who just getting himself after being unlocked.

Ahead of him, heads turned as to the source of the commotion. One of which was Captain Moyo, an averagely heighted Irunmole with thick clothing of leather coats and boots.

His hands met each other as he smiled.

"Academicians. Watch me break your spirits." He grinned, drawing his head aback.

"Ino Agbara, Clamping Grip" "Step aside , Soldier!" He muttered as a ball of light exploded in the air, a gigantic fist transerved the waves of air as it reached for the trip.

The Irunmole holding her up in the air, upon hearing the order, promptly dropped her down. But in that fraction of time, Toyosi rushed, adrenaline pumping through him as he willed his body ma.s.s, plummeting into the Irunmole.

He rushed forward, tapping the ring that sat on his left middle finger. Still running, he withdrew his right hand , a golden gauntlet, embedded with cracked lines and gems following it.

A flash of light exploded into the air as the gauntlet instanteously fitted into the hand that pulled it. And then, Toyosi leapt, pus.h.i.+ng his weight on as he bore the heavy strain of the Gregarious Gauntlet.

He moved into the attack line , putting himself between Ibiyemi and the cras.h.i.+ng fist.

"Thank you!" He said, taking a quick look at her as he Drew back.

And shot forward, his gauntlet cras.h.i.+ng into the oncoming fist.

"Yo...you... You have an Artefact?!" Ibiyemi's eyes widened as an eruption of miniature shockwaves exploded into the air.

"Hahahahahaha.. who said I was moving to attack you, Children. I only want you to follow the normal messenger ranks. Besdes, it's fun doing that the normal way."

The hand suddenly flattened, clamping the fisted Artefact. Immediately, the hand retracted, pulling Toyosi along with it.

"Gosh... Just be fast guys... Take the s.h.i.+eld down already." Ibiyemi ga.s.sed , still trying to catch her breath.

But not for long. She quickly rolled over, as a metallic spear tore into the earth.

"My G.o.d! Why does he have to go all out on me."

The spear drove down again and she rolled further, quickly rolling to her knees. With two saarins out. And this time, two glowing orbs at the end of the Saarin.

She quickly looked about, noting that the other soldiers in here were turning to look their way. And that was definitely not going to be good. She only had two saarins left and a pair of lesser concussion orbs with her. Beside that, she was down to nothing.

Even at that, her weapons and items would do little to no damage when taking on Irunmoles who could mould Ino Agbara I to what they so desired And even worse, they could infuse Agbara into their physical weapons, adding a dangerous tone to their already powerful frames.

She knelt, panting as she was exerting her self, pus.h.i.+ng her weak body to the extremes as she threw her hands in front of her, forming an X.

She was cornered. But that didn't mean she was going to let herself get captured and crippled from levelling up.

Just then, her Cla.s.s Insignia on her arm beeped twice.

A signification that she had levelled up.

Ibiyemi Smiled.

Now, this was going to be easier than she thought.

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1. Which do you want?

(A/N)

Uhm... Well well... Thanks for reading this far.

Like the update schedule noted, today is the day for the next release. I probably would do more bonus releases but for now, let's just keep to regular updates.

If you notice, this book is beginning to have Greek terms like Pegasus, and even some borrowed anime concept from Naruto. This is because, there is basically no limit to anything in the Heavens.

Even your imagination is a regular occurrence over there in Orun. So seeing a couple of basic Cla.s.sed Irunmoles facing Elites should be too overkill or copy and paste right.

After all, the regular Irunmole is a Kick-a.s.s Warrior. That's their genetic make up.

Anyways , the Yoruba language being spoken here is getting more and more infrequent. This doesn't mean that the story is from an English point. It's a Yoruba themed story but I really don't know much Yoruba. So I'm limiting it to contain only Yoruba names of some techniques and the speech of Prime's and all that.

Please vote me up. Gimme power Stones. Next update is on Friday. Bonus chapters may come up though, depending on the activities in the comment section. So drop in down there and comment like d.a.m.n...