Long ago, years after the events that changed the world, there was a tribe of people who had gained a very unique ability from the world ending event.
A tribe known to have very beautiful dancing even before the day of the Great Drop. Who were later seen as gods sent to save mankind from the plagues and diseases that that day brought upon the world. With their dancing now granting them the power to heal all injuries and diseases across the continent of Ichrak as their hair turns white with each step they took, the longer they danced to a particular rhythm the whiter their hair grew and the more powerful their healing powers became.
These people lived their lives healing all those who had suffered severely from the events of the day of the end. They moved from town to town and country to country dancing and healing those who were affected within those regions, either with diseases or with serious wounds.
Their hair was their power. The very dance moves they did turn their pitch-black woolly hair into a snow white colour and whoever that white hair touched gained wholeness to whatever disease or wounds they suffered.
Some people worshipped them as the saviours of the world, who use their dance to liberate the people from the plague of the end days. While others feared them as demons who had unnatural abilities that could be a threat to everyone if they weren't put under control.
As the years passed, they decided to hide themselves from the eyes of everyone and live normal lives as members of their tribe began disappearing by the numbers on monthly to weekly basis and then on a daily basis. The fear of being completely wiped out by the unknown made them hide their powers and their beautiful dance along with their hair.
A code was made within the last Tribesmen, no matter what never tell anyone who you are, never dance in public places and no matter who tells you they are of the tribe do not reply to them. But most of all, always help those who are really in need. This was a teaching that was drilled into every child within the tribe as they grew old, spreading themselves across the continent in order to protect everyone from being completely wiped out.
Till this day, no one knows where they are, who they are and if they are still alive. But those who know about them, how their powers work and how to refine said power into medicines and other things, have been searching for that power for years, tracking down and kidnapping members of the tribe, as they could not turn to a certain extremely unstable and dangerous group of people for help in taking control of the world.
And all for the sole purpose of gaining control of the power the people of Egwu held, these people have boarded the B.Z880 to capture an Egwu who had escaped from their hands a long time ago. Fearing no one as their goal to them is above all else.
"This is a surprise, I honestly did not expect you Venators to be bold enough to enter a Stad under the watchful eyes of the sky king. I see why Mrs. Kisasi told me to watch her. Ah, so much work and I'm not even on an official mission." Zaria said as he took his fighting stance.
"How did you guys hide your intentions from being read by the Zohak. Only we hunter trainees in our final year knows about that, along with the certified Hunters of the Empire. So, it's either there's a spy amongst us or there's someone amongst you who knows how to deal with the Zohaks. Which is it? Actually, scratch that."
He clenches the fist he placed behind his back, while twisting his left foot which he placed in front of his body to the right, as he did the opposite to his right foot.
"I'll ask you this only once, and you'll answer me truthfully. Where is She?"
The man of roughly six foot six inches and a broad body clenched his fists, taking a boxing stance, he smirked and replied in a deep voice. "Why should I answer an empire puppy." And began rushing towards Zaria
"Ah..." Zaria closed his eyes. "Wrong answer, fool."
"SOUND STEP."
"Boom."
A sonic boom echoed around the whole floor waking everyone up, as Zaria sent the large man flying down to the end of the hall with a single attack.
"Please remain in your room." He said to a lady who was opening her door to see what the cause of the noise was as he walked towards the man. "Listen here, I'll ask you one more time. I know that hit didn't really do any serious damage to you. After all, it felt like I hit something far stronger than Ganbo." {Ganbo is an iron ore found in the Ichrak empire with enough strength to withstand the destructive power of an exploding mountain}
"Haha, seems like you know a lot about my people." The man replied as he walked out of the room, he was sent flying into, with his shirt now completely ripped to pieces. "What is your name Ichrakian puppy? You seem worthy enough to be my opponent."
Both men now stood face to face, with Zaria looking up, as he watched what looked like liquid metal on the man's body sip back into his chest. They both took their stance.
With Zaria repeating his earlier stance, while the large man, retook his boxing stance but this time with the liquid metal slowly covering his whole body, with his fist having a much darker and thicker amount of the substance.
"SOUND STEP."
"OGUN."
Meanwhile on the second floor, within the third room from the stairwell, the rest of the group who participated in the kidnapping of Amara began switching out their clothes.
The baby who had acted as a distraction began transforming into a grown woman in her late twenties. Her body cracked and stretched as she groaned.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I never want to do that again. Tsk. My freaking back aches like hell and I'm completely exhausted." She said as she picked up her clothes from the bed.
"Well, you're the most skilled at using the Ogun amongst the five of us on this mission, so don't complain too much. You're just overqualified, haha." Said the woman who had pretended to be the mother at the port. She stood up from the bed at the end of the room and walked to the first to check on Amara who they had dropped there.
"How's she doing?" Asked the first lady
"Sound asleep. She should be that way for another three hours. So, we need to leave as fast as poss..."
"Knock. Knock."
The two women went silent, using their eyes to communicate, they switched off the lights within the room and took position, one next to the door, while the other went to open it.
"Who is that?" Asked the Ogun specialist.
"Room service for room 3E." A female voice with a very gentle tone replied.
"We don't need anything; you can go back. Thanks for your service." She replied.
"Actually. I'm here for the periodic cleanup of the rooms. So, you'll have to open up, please and thank you."
Turning the Ogun, she released on her right arm into a spiked ball and placing it behind herself, she slowly opens the door. "Please come in. It's our first time on the Stad, we didn't know that it was already time for the periodic clean up." She says with a smile.
"Actually, there's nothing like that." Replied a five-foot six inches tall lady in a black uniform similar to that of Zaria smirking, with a completely different voice from what they had heard just a few minutes earlier. "Also, don't do that, you who's hiding by the door." She adds pointing to the wall next to the opening of the door.
In that same instant multiple sharp black spikes burst through the wall and went straight for her head. Swaying backwards with her her upper half completely tilted, "I did say not to..." From above her came the spiked fist, doing a cartwheel she evades to the left, catching her hat which fell off her head.
"Do you Venators only think of attacking anything that goes against your plans?" She asks as she straightens her uniform and puts her hat back on, turning it to face front. "Well then, the name's Yára Kanije. Final year Hunter of the Ichrak Empire. And I believe you have a potential student of ours in your custody. Please release her and surrender to prevent any aggression from me." She adds as she stands at attention.
The two ladies walked out of the room, with the lady who had pretended to be the mother of the baby in a red dress, tearing it to give herself more freedom for better movement while extending the Ogun from her hands to form blade-like arms. While the Ogun specialist crouched down to a squatting position with spikes all over her body. "How did she know where we are and about the package?" She asked the other lady who had taken a Migi Ashi Karate Stance.
"She's probably making assumptions, let's just clean her up and get off this air ship. She's not a certified Hunter yet, just a pup..." Her eyes opened wide in shock as Yára stood right in front of her with her right fingers to her stomach. "Just a what?"
"SOUNDLESS PUNCH."
And without a single sound, the lady in red got flung straight into the rails of the stairs by Yára's one-inch soundless punch.
The other lady in fear immediately elongated all the spikes covering her body, forcing Yára to weave continuously out of the way until she was back where she was earlier, six rooms away.
"That's some insane range you got with that. You must be an expert at using the Ogun. Unfortunately for you..." Immediately raising her arms up to block, a pitch-black spike pierced straight through her left arm.
The lady in red slowly walked back to the side of the Ogun specialist, flowing her Ogun into her spine to straighten her broken back, as the spike of her right arm compresses slowly back into her body from where Yára stood with her blood on the tip of the spike.
"You dare write me off, child." She said with her face completely losing its beauty from her rage.
Yára stood there with her left arm completely rendered useless as blood flowed out of the whole created by the spike. 'Shit, this isn't an official mission. Zaria you'll have to treat me to a fine meal after this.' She said to herself grunting.
***
A few minutes earlier in a room on the right side of the Stad rooms, the four hundredth room on the second floor.
Within it sat Yára and two young females both dressed in Isi Agu, about to leave the room for their dinner.
"Boom."
Yára raises her brows as she turned around and looked up. 'Fuck.'