"Sorry sorry. Excuse me- uhhh huh. Almost there... and...." Kiria's father pushed through the crowd of standby Lowesians who had gathered to witness the incident that was dire enough to interrupt the ritual. For it was known amongst the Lowesians that for if there was any interruption within a cultural ceremony. Its cause and result would be eradicated without leaving a single trace of it. Take for example a mad man interrupts a tribal or ethnic ceremony he and his 'entire' family will be executed privately not publicly and as for the result of that might be a participant or object to be used will also have been eradicated simply due to the imperfection it holds as a ruined result.
After a while Mr. Kiria made it to the front and as soon as he did his darted from left right as he scanned his surroundings for any signs of his son. But all he could see was utter-
"Where is he?"
Chaos.
Kakisa mused with a murderous glee as his eyes slowly scanned the rubble that pilled below. His eyes slowly searched and at the corner of his left eye he caught a glimmer of something that-
"Found you, brat," caused him to mutter something only an insect could hear as he then lifted up his humungous right leg and effortless stomped down on the rubble like as if he were merely taking a step forward but unfortunately he did not need any force to flatten out this mess of a plie. For the mere of his bone alone was enough to crush the rubble beneath his feat as if it were simple soil that could be flattened and shaped with ease. He then lifted his foot from where he stepped on and saw that it was bead that had caught him off guard.
"Kakisa!" A masculine voice called to him as his head snapped in the direction from which the voice came and what he saw...
"Tsk, why you?" Made him click his tongue in retortion. "What is it Kakia?", he responded with a hint of disgust and irritation. "M-my son he came for the ritual... have... have you seen him by any chance?" Mr. Kiria responded with hesitation laced around what sounded a hope thread if hope in his tone. But- unfortunately for him, "No brother. I have not. Please forgive me for my misconception on the whereabouts of your son," Kakisa replied as his gaze then focused itself on the crowd that was being held by what looked like royal guards as he then said, "And to you all! Know that this interruption is being accounted for and deltbeith right now as we speak. With accordance of the World Law I uphold responsibility for Law number 5 section b and will account for clause correction ii as in accordance with them." After his announcement all mummurs within the crowd had ceased. And Kakisa's eyes unconsciously turned to look at his brother but before he-
Zuuuuu! A dreaded mass of deathly aura loomed over all those who sense it. The pressure that had quite close yet oddly distant feeling to it. Like as if its source was teasing at the crowd about its whereabouts.
Chief Kakisa's head snapped to his right but he saw nothing and then to his left but still nothing. And then up and down and diagonally even as he gritted his teeth at this discovery and took a step forward as he then equally retorted against this mockery of an attack that had equal yet unbalanced effect to it. And as he did so the pressure that had enveloped the area had suddenly collapsed. Leaving those in the crowd who were able to feel it dazed in a sweat. A few others on their knees as they wondered what the true meanings of their existences were. And for those who couldn't feel well, most were un affected all accept.
'What.. what just happened he.... flinched no he trembled all of a sudden. Why?' Kakia thought as he looked at his brother with the pure shock and bewilderment of what was yet to come. And indeed.
"Huk!?"
It came.
"Gyeheheheeee! Surprise bolder boy!"
Bam, boooom!
"Ahhhh!"
"He-hey what was that?"
"Ah hell now I'm with this fam."
A flash, a smile, a shiver and a devious boy appeared and happened in the blink of an eye as we finally see the MVP of this contrasted game reappear. Duba Kakera. To those who recognised him in whatever way they could. And those who knew him otherwise...
"K-Kiria?" Were just honestly baffled and terrified by what they saw and what they saw was....
"Ahhhh," pop, "That took way longer than I excepted you know.... finding the necessary tools and time to perform this little magic act of mine." Duba saud as a grin twisted at his face with his gaze fixed on the indifferent darkness within the once brilliantly lit shrine.
And as he awaits for the return of Kakisa we get to look at a quick flashback jf what happened just moments after Duba had effortlessly slammed through the walls of the shrine that were connected to the entrance to its right side.
We see his body fall more slowly and confusingly rather than in the rapid deadly succession it should have fallen in as the rubble settles along with him. And as the rubble then finally settles we see his face contort into a furious grunt that quite didn't escape his mouth as he then curses at how useless and burdenful this boy's body was. Although it had a refined durability to it due successive fusion with spiritual essence that quite literally makes up the outer shell of one's soul body, he did not possess any emolin. This which was essential to all heritage warriors or emolits as we call them.
*Form of special energy that gives birth to an emolit's chord alignment, Emo-technique and skills. It is comprised of spiritual essence, soulin and emo-energy. It made in the heart and refined by the CV when used in the body.*
And he more importantly needed the emolin in order to have access to B teir common technique which he further called the RRT or Re-rush technique in full. Without he could not be able tk heal the damaged taken by this frail although sturdy body because he knew the sturdier it is, the harder it is to fix.