The last song of the ancestors

The trio of travelers were close to the base of the waterfall. The waterfall flowed from a stone wall more than three hundred meters high. At the foot, the water fell with force and formed a sheet of white foam. Surrounding it was a pool of black stones, pure and crystal clear.

That freshness brought an incredible calm to the body. The visitors felt tired, their clothes soaked in sweat. They were covered in accumulated dust. Spin Bomb looked at Akachi, who looked at Fadala. Without saying anything, they all responded. They quickly dumped their belongings on the banks. They removed their clothes.

Fadala stopped before jumping. Spin Bomb and Akachi were less perceptive. A white inscription appeared on a rock to their left. The pair of young men continued in the water, throwing water at each other. The hitman had no other reaction, he ran towards the guns and shouted:

"Get out of the water!"

"Huh?"

The water from the waterfall split in two. Out of the middle of the crevice emerged a man with a metal spear in both hands. He fell into the natural pool like a meteor. A wave came up, throwing water in all directions. The lancer stood in the middle of the natural pool, and only then did the water start flowing again. It hadn't hit anyone.

Fadala, with both pistols raised, fired a series of shots at the enemy. He hit all the projectiles without moving. The lancer turned his spear and pointed the blade towards the shooter. He gritted his teeth, spat on the stones and said:

"I should have aimed at you."

On the other side of the bank, facing the Ilê Apanyan agent, Akachi held Spin Bomb in his lap.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us so cowardly?"

"Hunf, you're the ones who invaded our refuge. I doubt you've come here to sightsee. You must be inexperienced mercenaries to act like this."

Spin Bomb blushed and jumped out of Akachi's arms, knocking him off balance. She pointed her index finger at him and shouted under her breath:

"YOU IDIOT! You come in like this, just like that, ruin our bath and you think that's going to be it? Go on, Akachi, kick his ass."

She hid behind the boy and looked over her shoulder at her opponent.

"Spin Bomb, wait a minute, don't keep provoking the enemy for nothing."

Fenyang appeared next to Akachi. He pointed at his opponent and commented:

"Bro, things are about to get tense. Get a grip!"

"Enough of this nonsense, Nyatui. Kill those bastards."

A woman with skin as dark as night appeared behind the lancer. She was tall, with a majestic build and an athletic body. She wore a long orange split skirt. Various pieces of silver and pewter jewelry adorned her body, especially the bracelets in the form of rings linked by chains.

Her bust was covered with two red bands adorned with dark seeds. Her face was hidden by a veil made of small white conches. Her curly hair was covered by a large triangular crown. She wore a long spear, the same color and shape as the one used by her medium Nyatui. The blade was shaped like a leaf.

Nyatui looked at her Ori Guardian and growled angrily:

"Stay out of this, you old hag! I'll do it my way."

"Your way is clumsy."

"Shut up, Mrs. Dalji!"

The lancer moved extremely quickly to a stock. He aimed for the boy's chest. Spin Bomb squeezed him around the waist, making it difficult for him to move. Without his Ori Guardian and his staff, Akachi was helpless. Only a miracle could save him from the attack. It came in the form of a bullet.

Before it could hit Adisa's son, the blade was deflected with one shot. The spear hit the stony ground. This allowed Akachi to pick up his friend and head for the other shore. Fadala looked at Akachi, the other confirmed that he hadn't been hurt.

Blimey! I got careless thanks to those two brats. I should be attracting less attention.

Akachi put the girl down. He picked up his two sticks and slammed them down. Fenyang knew what that meant.

"We're not your enemies. We don't need to fight. I came here looking for answers. My name is Akachi, I'm Adisa's son, Azekel's grandson. I've been to Chrome Hill, and I met your disciple Yasini. He taught me the mediumistic arts, and after the favela was invaded, he sent us here. They said they would help me recover my memories."

Nyatui listened to everything without saying anything. After Akachi had finished, he had an involuntary fit of laughter. He glared at the young medium and sneered:

"I doubt very much that you're the son of that traitor who gave up his entire country to save his son's life. Even if it's true, who says we're allies? Your father betrayed us all. He gave Ilu Nla on a plate to Ojwang. He gave away the secrets of the mediums to that usurping scoundrel. I wanted to kill Adisa and Azekel, but I couldn't do it. Since you've come here, whether it's Akachi or not, I'll take my anger out on you."

"Don't be an idiot. Yasini believed in you, I do too. My father was manipulated by Ojwang, I know that. We know who the real enemy is here. Look, I'm telling the truth."

Akachi pointed to his chest. Nyatui narrowed his eyes. He saw the shape of the spiritual key, with its pentagram wrapped around a rim. The Ori Guardian and her medium struck an attack pose:

"If you really were Yasini's pupil, that makes you my disciple indirectly. All right, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. If you manage to fend off my attack, or rather, if you manage to survive, I'll be willing to listen to what you have to say."

"You're making things difficult, aren't you?"

"Better get your spirits up, kid. I don't want to be unfair to you."

"I'll only sign my Ori Guardian if you sign yours too."

Nyatui took this as a challenge. He went after Akachi with all his strength and fury. The young medium let the air out of his lungs and concentrated his Axé on the sticks. He waited until the last moment for the enemy to approach. The result of his action was unexpected even for his opponent.