The last song of the ancestors

Jomo passed close to Nyatui's head, which he narrowly avoided by centimeters. He didn't come out of the attack entirely unscathed. Waitimu turned the spear and the tip burst into flames. The medium tried to dodge, overbalanced and fell backwards onto the ground. The kikuyu pointed the weapon at his opponent and gestured for him to get up. He wouldn't attack a defenseless enemy.

The ex-sage stood up. He moved away from the wall and set himself up as a base of attack. His opponent nodded. With enviable speed, the two engaged in a sequence of blows. Nyatui's spear smashed into his opponent's shield without doing him any damage.

Waitimu shook Jomo and applied a cross blow. The medium defended himself against the attack. However, his opponent made the blade burn once again. An explosion of flames hit Nyatui's left temple. Part of his face was injured. He rolled on the ground and put out the flames with his bare hands. The burns burned with excruciating pain.

He stood up once more. He ran towards his opponent and landed a horizontal blow. The other put Jomo upright, blade up. Nyatui lowered his head. With the strength of his arms, he threw the kikuyu away. Waitimu pointed the spear in the direction he had been thrown to stop his body.

Jomo's flames increased like a rocket turbine. It propelled him forward. With his shield in front of his body, he struck Nyatui. The medium put his spear on the crossbar and planted his feet on the floor of the ring so as not to be thrown backwards. His opponent realized that this alone would not be enough. He increased the intensity of the flames. He leapt into the air and prepared a knee strike to hit Nyatui's neck.

" Measuring Value: Evaluation…"

The psychic grabbed his enemy's shin with one hand. He spun around and threw the enemy spearman in the opposite direction.

"'Negation of Value."

Waitimu slammed his back against the wall next to the screen. The audience, who had been excited by the fight, rose from their seats and celebrated as if it were a goal. The kikuyu stood up with Jomo's blade burning furiously. He realized that his opponent had recovered from his injuries.

"Come on, Mr. Trent, don't let the crowd get bored."

A drop of blood dripped from under his mask. Despite being weaker than at the start of the fight, Jomo's fire was even more intense.

"I recognize your value as a warrior, Waitimu, but I can't let you win. There's an even bigger reason why I'm here."

"If the fight is fair, that is, if we fight with everything we've got, I don't care what the outcome is. The fire of Jomo burns according to the spirit of its bearer. The greater the flames of Jomo, the more determined the warrior is in pursuit of victory."

"This fight has gone beyond personal interests, hasn't it?"

"Yes, now we're trying to prove to each other which soul is hotter."

The kikuyu raised his spear above his head. He drove it into the ground like a hammer, flush! A wave of flames spread across the ground. Like a volcano spewing lava, several waves of flames were emitted around Waitimu. Only the one-meter diameter where the spearman was standing was not hit by the fire.

Everything burned, the floor of the ring and its walls softened by the heat. They looked melted. The atmosphere became heated. Sweat poured down the kikuyu's body. To his surprise, Nyatui was nowhere to be seen. He raised his head. He was startled. Clutching the spear stuck in the ceiling was the medium. He had escaped the fire.

"It's not possible⁈"

"It was close, Waitimu. Now I have to put an end to it. Queen Dalji who wields the spear that destroys armies. Lady of war who has extended her dominion over the four cardinal points. Show your mastery to those who have not witnessed your greatness! Firm your spirit."

Part of the ceiling burst. With her Ori Guardian incorporated, Nyatui descended with her blade pointed at her opponent. The kikuyu placed his shield in front of his body. The tip of the ex-sage's spear pierced through the defense and hit the enemy's ribs on the left side. His weapon hit the ground.

"You used your shield to deflect my spear from your vital points."

"Hohoho, don't play dumb. I think you missed on purpose to spare me."

"Don't underestimate yourself so much, Waitimu."

"Why, you…"

He held Nyatui's spear with both hands. It rippled through the muscles of his body. Little by little, he suspended his enemy in the air. With the muscles in his arms creaking, and using his ribs to support some of the weight, he supported the medium with one hand and with the other, he grabbed Jomo and struck. Despite his efforts, he was unable to hit his opponent. The ex-sage dematerialized the spear, which knocked Waitimu off balance.

Nyatui held the enemy weapon under his armpit. With his free hand, he reshaped his spear at Kikuyu's neck. Everything seemed to have ended there. Waitimu hadn't given up the fight.

"You shouldn't hold something that burns."

Jomo went up in flames. Nyatui released her and kicked her enemy in the stomach. The kikuyu was thrown away. The impact wasn't enough to defeat him. He turned the spear several times and a flaming sphere appeared on the blade. He applied several thrusts in the air. It was like glowing embers leaping out of a fire.

Countless fireballs were thrown in the medium's direction. With his gun, he batted them away or cut them down. The fireballs hit the wall and emitted flames like fireworks. Waitimu changed his strategy and concentrated his fire into a huge burst. It was as if a high-magnitude flamethrower was being used.

The blast became a whirlwind of flames. In the center of it, Nyatui spun the spear from side to side, as if it were a propeller. This caused the flames to be redirected. Finally, they were extinguished.

Waitimu took two steps back. Few occasions had forced him to use his full potential. No one had ever resisted Jomo's power. But that warrior standing in front of him seemed oblivious to his power. The ex-sage set off, and with a spear blow to the kikuyu's neck, he won the fight. To everyone's surprise, the attack had not been deadly. Instead of striking with the blade, it hit him with the handle. Enough to knock him out.

With sweat dripping from his face, a drone declared Trent the winner. The crowd gave him a standing ovation, it had been an excellent fight. The cubic ceiling was raised. Nyatui climbed out of the ring. A medical team entered the arena and attended to the kikuyu. The winner walked over to Akachi and Fadala. Adisa's son congratulated his partner.

"Don't get too excited, you'll be next. They're taking this very seriously, and it's good to do the same."

He turned to the screen; the new fighters had already been chosen. Akachi would be fighting the beautiful Hawa, a Massai archer.