₦airaland Forum

Episode III - Clans


The nightmare never fails to get that frightful reaction each time he realized it was a horrible dream.

It mirrored everything that got him on this journey of his and each time he woke up, he cursed his luck and cursed his fate.

you should give up this mission of yours, come on, let me go, for how long do you think you can keep me a prisoner, I the mighty death king and demon lord, let me go samurai

"Shut up!" Genkei replied turning to stare at the half blood sword, the same sword which had tormented his life, the same sword that held the demon king captive, the same sword he hoped to destroy.

you are getting slow, they will find you, if no one occupies the throne then it will be chaos all over again, chaos which I have managed to keep still for hundreds of years, this is above your Petty sentiments swordsman, Killing me will not bring you any relief, let me go swordsman!

Aperagos anger burned deep inside the sword.

"Enough! I will destroy you just as you destroyed my family and my people, you shall pay for what you did to me!"

listen human, do you really think that's all we are about, we demons need humans to exist, even though we have our differences but...


"Shut up!!!" Screamed Genkei , deciding to take his leave, it was these little arguments that had tormented him for years now.
Somehow when Isha sealed the demon king, the demon kings presence had left a part of himself inside of him.

There was only one way to get rid of the voice in his head, only one way to silent Aperagos forever, only one way to have his revenge and that was to destroy the sword.

deep down, you know I am right, let me go swordsman, free me from this prison and let me go, my destruction will only bring you humans chaos and death

Genkei hadnt bothered to reply but merely took a walk out of the stables where he had been allowed to sleep the previous nights, somehow he had to continue his journey away from dukai, it was important he never stayed in a village for too long, he would find something to eat, wash and then continue his journey.


come back here, you puny human, come.back here, I am the demon king, you must listen to me

Aperagos barked at Genkei as he left the stables.


Elsewhere...


Amongst the bodies which laid dead in the field were the twins and other skilled warriors, for Surika it was a waste interrogating them, they had proved to be useless as the humans they were, thankfully she had made them suffer before there death came.


now she thought about it, Hilde the path dealer could in fact be of use to her, she had made deals with the path dealer that had given her leads over the others, certainly worth a try if only he gave her a fair bargain but this was hilde - the demon whose only loyalty was to himself.

"You called me!" Hilde suddenly appeared out of nowhere behind Surika who didn't bother to look.

"I didn't call you, you wretch!"

"But you were going to..." Hilde replied eyeing the corpses that laid around the field oozing with demon chi enough to feed him for the morning.

"They are yours for the taking but I need a favor from you!" Surika replied easily catching the wandering eyes of hilde.

"You know that isn't how it works, you lay the offer and I decide what it's worth"

"Do you want the ...fine! I need help finding the swordsman, My guess is that you have sold the same information you sold to my lord to the other two heads, its a game of time and I intend to get to swordman first for my lord" Surika said.

Hilde gave a crooked laughter and disappeared only to reappear on top of a pile of corpses for a quick snack of demon chi.

"You only touch them when I have what I want!"

"Oh please, we both know no one can track the swordsman, the demon king's sword annuls any form of demon tracking magic..."

"Then find me some sort of dragon magic that can track him, there has to be some thing out there to give me the edge over the others" Surika replied again.

Hilde seemed to have given it a thought, truly since dragon magic was the opposite of demon chi and considered superior to some extent, there must be something that could help track the swordsman since he has in his possession a powerful source of demon chi.

"Hmmm that is actually true, I will get back to you in a jiffy, It will of course cost you more than a few dead bodies oozing with demon chi, I will have what you need in a few hours"

"And you had better keep this between us or I will reap you to shreds painfully and slowly" Surika warned to which hilde merely laughed at before disappearing.

It was impossible threatening a demon like hilde but it was necessary hr knew her displeasure over his breech of contracts.



Surika's demon form was appalling and frightful, her many years of hunting had found her a perfect disguise.

She changed her appearance into a young beautiful girl known as Ki and decided to explore odo until that wrench reappeared again.



To be continued.

Continued



Elsewhere...



Deep in beneath the dark plans, The so called Demon world has never been in much chaos as it is at the moment since Demon Lord Aperagos was slain by a mere mortal as factions try to Scrabble for power it is inevitable that the three heads of the demon paths, Kujah, Sakawa and Hyomi who represent the paths of fear, lust and Pride go head to head.

Yet it is Kujah The Demon head, the one who had fought with Aperagos more times than anyone that anxiously searches for answers.


That day they had fought, he could have swore he had had the death king and had it been he hadn't been reckless he would have ended there long lost battle of supremacy but a fool had summoned the death king and the death king had disappeared just like that out of the battle arena only for the news to reach them later on that he had been defeated by a swordsman.


It's been a decade and by reason of demon laws no one can truly make a throne to the crown except defeating the reigning king or its successor - a mere mortal ; Genkei Senshi.


"My lord...."

Hilde the path dealer hadn't said much as he vanished into demon palace before Kujah had grabbed his neck and pinned him to the nearest wall.

"I told you not to show your face around me!"

"My lord...my lord, its import...genkei senshi..."

"Where is he, speak or loss your throat!" Kujah replied but this time, reducing the power behind his grip.

"A bounty hunter was killed in battle, my sources believed she was one of those tracking Genkei, we think..."

"Where is he, where is Genkei Senshi?"

"Her battle took place in a village called odo, from my own personal investigation t seems fit like the place a wanderer like Genkei would hide in, if you allow me I could..."


"Take your leave before I relief you of your head, dealer"

Kujah had released his grip finally and turned his back on the demon path dealer.

"My lord, I brought the news because I know you are the only one capable of ascending the throne, I only hope your animosity towards me is forgotten when you ascend the throne due to my many favors I have done for you" Hilde said before vanishing into thin air.


How he hated that trickery, no good demon who had no alliance, of course it was true he must have told the other two, it was now a matter of time - time he couldn't spare.

He walked up to the demon throne where the crown was carefully placed on the throne, he had sat on so many times but that crown would murder him if he dared put it on.

"Surika, I can sense your presence, come out here it seems you are in luck to prove your loyalty to me!" Kujah said without turning back, he had smelt the demon hunter long before hilde came with the news.

"My lord, I mean no..." Surika began to appear out of thin air up above the walls of the throne room.

"You heard everything didn't you, bring Me the swordsman Genkei Senshi and kill anyone or anything that stands in your way, do this and claim your right to sit by my side." Kujah commanded.

"As you will my lord, I will not fail you!" Surika said.

"You had better not!" Kujah added.

THE END.

continued




Ichi found the secret path that led him to the meeting ground but something was wrong, there was no one waiting for him.

"Hey, I am here, why don't you come out and let's discuss business, the clan is under attack sooner or later it will be over run, I am pretty sure you guys have won the war already, I have the boy so where is my money?"

Ichi said as he strolled around the bushy path, there was some shuffling in the bush and then someone walked out.

"Oh good, why did you keep me waiting..." Ichi eyes dilated with fear, upon closer recognition.

The Izuo soldier was trying to prevent his neck from spewing more blood after it had been cut.
"Help...help!" The soldier seemed to say stretching one hand out to ichi for help before collapsing on the ground.
Clearly behind him was someone in the Shadows, ichi had no time to wait, it had to be a demon of some kind.

He took to flight in sheer terror immediately, dodging a shuriken aimed at his chest.

He ran back to the cave where he was certain to have more cover and security.

Carefully hiding himself in between two rocks, he must have been shell shocked to realize the cold dripping of blood running down his head.

"Aarrgh!"
He felt the tip of the blade through his head and out through his throat, death came unexpected.

Hyoushi Kitomi retracted her blade and turned her face towards her primary objective, she had done the hard job of getting the information out of the royal family before slaughtering them about the whereabouts of the remaining member of izanagi's family.

She found the blind boy and went in for the kill but there it happened again only this time, it stayed longer, just one moment of hesitation, where her morality seemed to come to play, just that moment where she battled With her own demons.

"I have to kill him!" She said painfully unconvincingly, drawing her blade closer to the frightened little boy's neck.

"Please don't kill me!" The little boy begged.

Again she seemed tormented about the raging battle going on in her mind.

None of them must be speared, they all have to die, they will pay with their blood and that of their children, she had vowed.

The war between the capital and the clans that revolted against it was the perfect cover, she had carried out her personal mission of revenge ,killing those she that were responsible for the death of her family.

She had spilled more blood than she could remember, going from clan to clan, families to families, going toe to toe with some, poisoning others and killing the rest in their sleep.

Now she stood over the defenseless kid, why did she seem bothered.

She had noticed a scroll in the boy's hand and had tried to take it away from the boy who did his best to hold on to it - she did take it away from the boy and opened it.


"If you are reading this dear friend, then I must surely be dead or captured.

You must know I had no other option than to find a way to reach you, the boy must be protected at all cost, his life will determine the course of this bloody war.

We must not let what happened to Hyohi, what happened to our people happen again, Izuo , Isaka and Murokai have joined forces against the capital and the emperor, I had hoped I would stand by my brother but something has led me to take my stand against the other clans, the boy is the key, he must return to the capital, I once saved your life now its time you repay the favor by saving his.

Your last known location was the little village of Dukai, he alone can find you but I will have accompanied by a guard who will deliver him to you to take to the emperor himself, the boy is the key.

Yours faithfully - Grand Patron Izanagi Uwa"

could this person who this letter was addressed to be the one she had been looking for all this time, the one who murders her family that cold night?

"I won't kill you, who is he and how do we find him?"

"I don't know but I can try, I have this?" The little boy produced a little golden dagger from his robe, she had reached out for it only to be blinded by a bright light emanating from the boy's hand and soon again it went dark.

"What did you do?"

"I just tracked him, this belonged to him, I can use it to track him, he is in a village called Sakuja but he is moving , he won't stay long when we get there I can trace him better , I have to find him, father says he will take me to the emperor"


"Oh sure, we will find him now, I promise you!" Kitomi said wickedly.

It was imperative she kept the boy alive for now, she had lost all hope of finding the real culprit but now this little boy had been delivered to her.

Her ultimate revenge was just around the corner.



To be continued.

EPISODE II - Ties



"Its bad, Grand Patron Izanagi has been badly injured in battle and his forces depleted, he escaped capture and has sent words to you, he asks for immediate evacuation of his family and kichiro's journey to the capital should begin with no further delay, he fears Izuo clan may have known of the boy's secret and might be on their way here"


This message could have changed everything if it had reached Commander kao three days ago, but the messenger had been stroke by a poisoned arrow as he made his way on horse back by Slave traders.

Now, Kao and his other men did their very best to hold off the surprise attack by the Izuo clan yet it was his paranoia that had ultimately saved the day - not win the battle but carry out the wish of his master, Grand Patron Izanagi for a few hours before the ambush attack , he had sensed a need to carry out a plan B.

Sending his master's family away with three of his best swordsmen and the boy - of course the boy, the reason why his master had made a u-turn on his decision to side with the capital and the emperor against the other clans, the only thing that stood between peace and a total blood shed that would forever hunt Japan's history.

Icha had kichiro had started their journey much earlier and before this scoundrels broke down their defenses, they would have crossed the bridge - but what if?

"No, it can't be" Kao cleared the thought of his mind, that bridge was a secret pathway that made escape by members of the royal households easy and undetectable by enemy forces for years, no one must have figured it out yet.

Unfortunately, this was a totally different case one meant by betrayal by Ichi who had the duty of delivering the blind boy to the Izuo clan forces.

"Hide here, I will go check out the road ahead, make sure it is safe, young Prince" Ichi said with a smirk on his face, sizing the bag of silver coins he would get off the blind boy once he had handed him over to them.

He left the young blind prince on the outskirt of the cave exit and wandered into the surrounding towards the agreed point of the Izuo clan forces.



Elsewhere.....



"Where am I?" Asakai asked painfully as he tried getting up to no avail of course.


The room was dull and only little rays of the morning sun filtered through its closed windows.

"Oh good you are awake, That is very good!" A female voice came calling for him through the entrance door of the room.

"Where... Huh, it hurts!" Asakai could not deny the throbbing gut wrenching pain below his abdomen, wait- last night he had been stabbed by a demon- Genkei!

"Where is he? Where is the swordsman?" He asked impatiently.

"Swordman!? What swordman? Was he the one who asked them to bring you here?! they found you lying on the side of the busy road leading to the market place, they said someone was with you, he paid people to bring you here, its all thanks to him, you wouldn't have lasted a night out there you see,"

A lady came forth with some food on her tray for him.

He only managed to sit upright after he was able to see the large bandage wrapped around his stomach.


"How long!?"

"How long!?...how long you have been here!?"

"Yes, how long has it been!?"

"Two days, you have been unconscious for the past two days, I personally have never seen a cut such as that, the people say it must have been a demon but I don't think so!?" She continued placing the tray before him.

"Really, why don't you think so?!"

"You see demons killed my parents and my sisters while we were at home, someone had made a deal with a demon to wipe my family off the record over a piece of farm land...."

She stopped and drew the handle of her blouse down revealing a scare in the place her heart was supposed to be at.

"I escaped with my life only because when it drove its sword Into my chest as a young child my heart wasnt in its rightful place, just a bit lower, I guess I should be thankful for that, don't you think" she asked with a curious stare.

"So you think the demon wanted me to live?"

"I think if it was a demon you wouldn't be living at all, you would already be dead!" She explained curtly.


She took her leave and left the swordman to his thoughts.

He had seen his son and his wife the very moment he was impaled, he had seen them calling out to him to join them but he had been afraid, he didn't want to go to them just yet, it was in fact his first time of seeing a real demon and he stood no chance, that thing was unlike any beast or monster he had fought, such power and viciousness, he stood no real chance yet Genkei stood undisturbed and unperturbed by its presence, that damn swordsman, he would heal and find him again, he would get his rematch no matter what.


To be continued

https://www.nairaland.com/6767637/he-talks-swords-genkei-senshi#111782446


Demon swords man is ongoing the title has been changed though

Continued




"Himorah is a powerful demon bounty hunter, she is vicious and won't hesitate to kill you if she has the slightest opportunity, you should let me handle her, you may not be using demon chi but you have used a lot of energy already, let me handle this"

"You should shut up and let me handle this, Its just a demon, I will take care of it all by myself"

Genkei had replied the voice in his head- well not the voice in his head exactly.

You will die a painful death swordsman, You think you can get rid of me and live a normal life after?
Your people and my people will hunt you down for the rest of your natural life, you are growing old and slower, sloppy and weaker, you are making mistakes, how soon will it take for someone to put their sword through your heart?


"Shut up, you accursed being!" Screamed genkei to himself.

"Who are you talking to?" Asakai mumbled as he gained more ground but himorah got to him quickly impaling him with her bladed fingers.

"Whooo!" Her hands went in with so much force.

"I forgot to thank you for leading me to my prize" Himorah smiled wickedly retracting her hand from his stomach, letting asakai collapse to the ground in a pool of his blood.

Himorah turned to stare at Genkei who had taken a stance in anticipation of her attack.

She laughed arrogantly again, she couldn't understand how such a frail weakling of a man could have garner such a reputation in the demon world, killer of demons, slayer of the demon king, demon swordsman.

Not many had faced him and lived to tell the tale but not many were like her, himorah the demon bounty hunter and this bounty was her tonight, she would seal her place as a head in the demon order once she brings them his head.

She stretched out her bladed fingers so that they covered the distance between her and Genkei who parried the attack and leaped out of her reach.

But she was good, she teleported just behind him for a sneak attack but only managed to delivered a kick to him, for he avoided her bladed fingers reach for his head.

"I must say you are good but not good enough!"

She screamed, teleporting for a perfect space to deliver the killer blow yet genkei parried perfectly never once letting his guard down for an attack.

"I will kill you swordsman!" She unleashed red lightning from her palms , enough to wipe the entire scene out of history but genkei had deflated with the white dragon serpent, protecting him from the effect.

Himorah unleashed more and more sending spikes of demon lightning with little precision and patience.

She was never a patient demon again no demon was ever patient, she got sloppy going berserk as genkei parried her attacks and just when genkei had left an opening she had taken the bait in a bid to seize his head from his body.

"What are you doing, you have given her an opening, she will reap your head off your body you fool!"


Himorah came in for kill blow but This was just a bait to lure her closer.

She got in too close and Genkei delivered his sword through her heart.

"Hah! You're....."

She hadn't completed her statement before burning up into bright red ashes and dissipating into the air .

Genkei replaced his sword into its sheath before he heard Asakai calling out for help.

"Help me, please help me, anyone..."


you should let him die, he is a hunter you know that, he will keep coming for us, let him die , his death is an honourable one, we have to get out of here , we don't need anything slowing us down, just put your sword through his heart and let him die properly"

The voice said but genkei had other plans, the swordsman's voice was weak and without power yet Genkei had decided to help him.

He carried him out on his back and continued his journey.


THE END OF EPISODE I

Continuation



"Genkei Senshi!"

The name had struck a nerve as genkei stopped finally, ever since he had left the arena he had sensed he was been followed but now he had been found out it was only only normal he applauded his mysterious follower for been as discreet as he was - maybe a grand sage swordsman or a grand sage path user/dealer or maybe both? He wondered as he turned around to stare .The moon shone brightly above but the man must have been opened an invincible path for he was nowhere to be seen - sneaky.


Genkei gave a frown, he could sense the path dealer had lots of demon chi and that was a problem not because the user could be a threat to him - of course no, he was genkei Senshi but rather it was certain what such Chi usually attracted to him.

"It was hard tracking you here (laughs) who would have thought the grand sage swords man of The Iost village after so many years would forget the simple rule of trying to hide from his enemies, never visit a place too often, or was it despera..."

Out of nowhere and only guided by pure instinctive move, genkei dodged Ichinomi' s blade which cut in half, his hat revealing his long dark unkempt hair covering his face.

"Look at that, I have been searching for four years now, I want the sword..."

Again another strike came close to taking genkei's head off but once again the veteran had dodged it this time more experience based than just raw instinct.

"Is it true what they say about you, that you defeated the demon king Aperagos and you have in enslaved in his blade? is it true you have killed more demons than anyone else..."

Again the asakai's sword came from nowhere only this time genkei had anticipated it letting him deliver a powerful right kick to the asakai's chest, breaking his chi pendant of invincibility.

"(Laughs) incredible! I don't care about the sword, I have trained for many years in the forbidden arts of various swords techniques, I have slayed demons as well in fact ...eight of them, I want to be known as the one who defeated genkei Senshi the demon king killer"

He laughed wickedly as his eyes glowed green unleashing one of his four paths of grief - Ikugoma - the death illusion.

Which allows him to multiply his sword by a thousand each imbued to fight the opponent with a different sword technique, it left nothing of his opponent to be buried once they swooped in, Ikugoma was a 99% fatal attack and unlike the foolish twins, he enjoyed unleashing his most powerful arsenal as soon as he could.

for one can even at their best defend try and defend against a hundred strikes , a thousand meant no resistance at all, surely not even genkei Senshi the fabled demon king killer could figure out a counter.


Genkei gave a dull smile drawing his white serpent out, impressed at the sight of Ikugoma been unleashed.
There was only one way to counter a strike based on numbers and that would be speed but he was a non dealer and possessed no magical artifact, yes he had honed his skills and technique to move in a bleak of an eye but this technique....

"Unleashing second path of grief - Ragonagan welded fire!"

This time Genkei took a step backwards, surely this swordsman wasn't joking around about his resume as a swordsman.

Unleashing two paths simultaneously was done with good mastery of demon chi - a lot of it.

Now a thousand swords glowing in red hot flames circled him just like the twins.

There was no chance he was going to making this work but he had the white serpent and it was only necessary he tapped into its powers - the powers of white dragon serpent.

"Attack!!!"

The swords swarm in on genkei like a swarm of angry bees from every direction, blinding asakai's view as sparks of metal clashing rented the air.

"What is he doing?!" Asakai's expression betrayed him.

He could sense the amount of broken swords as his own sword began to crack where he stood for not many knew how the death illusion path worked, break a thousand steels and the user's original copy would shatter to pieces and one more look at the sword told asakai, genkei was doing just that.

"Impossible, he is defending against a thousand sword strikes all at once!?" Asakai asked himself baffled at the mere thought of it.

"Kplah!!"

His sword broke into pieces of metals sending a wide burst of demon chi throughout the surrounding.

"The fight is over, you have no weapon, go home!" Genkei ordered as he returned his sword back.

Combining Isukomi - the martial art style of prediction with Kikorumo - the white dragon magic of sight had worked perfectly, predicting each attack even before a swing was taken and slowing time to the point where the flaming swords stood no chance to strike him.

"That's what you think, I am just getting started...."

The stench - oh no, the stench, he had read about it, oh no, he had read about this stench.

"Its a demon, a strong one, you should go now, demons don't like Interference" Genkei said calmly drawing out his sword once again.

This had been his fear all along, powerful demon chi attracted demons and who was the most wanted by all of the demon empire and its heads over the last eight years- him, genkei Senshi.

"I don't run from a fight swordsman, I will stand and fight like a man!" Asakai boasted.

"Ka-toom!!!"

Came an outburst of violent red lightning touching the earth between both men followed by a crooked and vicious laughter.

In the dusty atmosphere two menacing red glowing eyes sat on Genkei.

"Genkei Senshi of the lost village, the heads will be pleased with your death at my hands, prepare to die!"


To be continued

Episode I - Paths



Murokai and his twin brother Susake circled the lone swordsman in the battle arena like vultures eyeing an easy prey.

8 months in the pit had given them the time and skills to boost such arrogant confidence as such displayed at the moment.

With an air filled with drunken outburst of laughter, boos and gibberish and wads of silver stones and coins, they sure would have a great time once they had dealt with the stranger.

The stranger they call him, was a lone swordsman who happened to walk into Odo's village every three months to fight in the pit; usually he left with a big bag of silver coins and the reigning champions title, but since the last three months the brutal twins had seized the opportunity and gained popularity amassing tons of wealth from more than forty three victories and the title of duo champions of Odo's death arena.


Now there biggest test laid before them, the almost invincible and undefeatable stranger, no name, no face to recognize with his heavy disguise and a bamboo mat that covered his face and no known swords or paths for he never used his weapons even when he seemed to carry three on his back or used any known paths - too bad for him, Susake thought, the most brutal of the twins.

They had perfected the Noma- gan-sen martial art form of the Irukoya Clan merging it with their duo paths Lust and Greed to create an almost inevitable attack force that had in the past gained them victories over their opponents even before the fights started but it hadn't come to that yet, by status they were martial arts masters and swords Masters, surely this stranger had to be thought a good and painful lesson.

They came in from opposite direction, landing their kitanas with deadly precision that screamed "Death" but the stranger seemed to dodge their attack relatively easily - wait, he seemed to be toying with them, no hesitation, no false movement, such calmness and arrogance befitting only of a grand sage master - was he predicting their moves?


Murokai got a bastardized powerful punch to the neck and his brother got a kick to the jaw, sending both of them in opposite directions and for a moment as the crowd went wild.

The stranger seemed awfully bored as he took his seat in the middle waiting for the twins to get back up and at him again.

This time they came with more power - more demon powers accustomed to paths of lust and Greed.

shan-senogan (berserk) of the lust path and Murogami ( Speed ) of the Greed path , giving both brothers the power to reach close to the speed of sound and the power to crush over a 1000 tons.

Murokai went berserk and went low as planned and Susake went fast and went high, and for the first time in the arena the stranger drew his sword.

"A white serpent?!" One of the onlookers cried out.

"it can't be, there was only one existing and it belongs to the mad swordsman who was killed by the demon king Aperagos, this is nothing but a cheap imitation"

Another concluded as they watched the fight grow intense yet with only one swordsman edging the fight.

The stranger exhibited fine mastery of a variety of sword techniques never seen or easily traced to a particular clan, deflecting speed attacks and strength attacks with dreadful ease.

Again choosing to go defensive and delivery punches and kicks that threw them back for a time seemed to annoy the twins who figured it was easy to unleash their ace before they exhausted their demon chi.

Noma-gan-sen


They withdrew and performed the Noma-gan-sen martial art style as the crowd went wild.


"Oh he is finished now!" A drunk cried out.

"He is surely done for, the twins don't mess around with that much power!" Another cried out in sheer anticipation.

"Why is he not attacking, he is just waiting for them to attack, this guy is insane, he stands no chance once they unleash their attack!" Another dropped in with mouth wide open.

"Ka-toom!!!"

Went two spikes of deadly energy lasers of destruction merging at the center to form a singularity of red energy blast aimed at the stranger.

"Gbooom!!!!"

"Oh no!!!!"
"Its over!!!!!!!!!"

Some cried as the shock wave sent the arena shaking reminding everyone while the twins had been undefeatable over the last three months and as the dust began to settle once more amidst the cheers and chants for the twins basking in the glory of their win, one curious onlooker sites the unusual brightness of a steel blade inside the cloud of the settling dust.


"Whaaaat!"
"It can't be!!!!"

The onlookers cried out as the twins went dumb seeing clearly the impact of the Noma-gan-sen on the stranger-nothing, not even a scratch.

" Let's hit with another!" Murokai cried out but understanding Demon paths chi is quite a career choice for many non users too bad for those who actually are dealers.

For instance, a user can only use as much as his body can carry even though he has access to unlimited pool of demon chi.

For instance, Murokai is a lust path dealer, naturally he is the more stronger of the two in terms of demon chi with an insatiable lust for anything and everything but his twin brother has the more stronger body, so while one has more power but weak body the other has strong body but weak power.

Demon chi has been known to reap its users to shreds if they exceed their limit fortunately the stranger knew this.

He came quicker than a user of Murogami, bridging the distance in a bleak of an eye, delivering deadly and bone breaking kicks to the brothers in vital chi areas and in a second, they laid unconscious on the ground.


The stranger took up his earnings and walked away unknown he had caught the attention of someone who had been watching him all this time with keen but deadly interest.


To be continued.

Purple braid girl isn't seeing her date any longer - how does bishop take the news

CHPATER TWO I



Bishop dashed through phils office, red fiery eyes that spooked Phil out of his thoughts.

"What the bloody hell did you tell Cordelia yesterday?"

Now he remembered, he hadn't spoken to bishop about how well he dealt with the issue but was it really all well, he wondered.


"Bishop calm down, I took care of it, she won't bother us..."

"You mean she won't bother you right? I have been suspended for lying to cover your ass, damn it!"

Slammed his fist to the glass table angrily as phils watched.

"Am sorry, I didn't know..."

"Yeah you didn't know, I and joy are off the job for two weeks, no pay no nothing all thanks to you..."

It wasn't really phils fault, was it? Cordelia was eventually going to get a scape goat to show her total control of everything that happened in the company, at least the big contract was safe and secured and in the next two weeks he was sure to be back, two weeks really wasn't so bad, he himself had been craving for a day off and now he had two weeks.

"Listen forget about it, you did well, I will take care of joy just make sure you can handle everything here and ..."

He paused and stretched a piece of paper out of his pockets out to the glass desk.

"Her name is Sharon, she is a secondary school drop out who works part time striper and part time fuel attendant and she is 21, can you believe that by the way, that's her number, whatever you intend to do please don't get me involved, its your funeral not mine"

Bishop walked out, there was no hesitation, no hold back as he grabbed the piece of paper, last night had given him sweet beautiful dreams all because of her, her thoughts had given her peace so he needn't wait.

"Thanks, thank you very much, just let me know anything I can do to help,"

"Haha, maybe when you decide to do something about Cordelia and this damn firm, you can really be of help to me"

Bishop laughed hard yet his eyes raised suspicion about his seriousness.

There were never any words that described the bloody feud between bishop and Cordelia but obviously bishop's father decision to hand over shemach construction firm and every other family business to his brother's daughter was nothing but an icing on top of the bitter cake.

They had grew up together after Cordelia's parents and her younger brother died in an auto crash.

At just four and same age with bishop, Cordelia had proven to be special and quite the prodigy capable of doing so much academically and mentally, proven quite the best numerous times when they were both compared.

Bishop the black sheep of the family , despised and hated by his father and Cordelia the sweet, beautiful prodigy destined for greatness.

Bishop had become a shadow even before the age of 13 especially when his mother passed away due to cancer.

He was sent to study medicine and Cordelia , the pride of his father had been guided to take up the family business.

But bishop hadn't studied medicine, he had taken up civil engineering but got deported after engaging in a violent gang clash which was swept under the carpet thanks to his father's influence.

Bishop was unceremoniously welcomed and remanded at the back of the family business and not only until his father's death and his will read did he get a chance to work.

"He is only to work under Cordelia or whoever Cordelia sees fit to run the company and at where she chooses..."


Among other terrible things, his own father had carefully put in his will.

Bishop had gotten nothing out of his father not even a dim as read out by his father's lawyer.

Seven years away from that, both have been nothing but kerosene and water.


'Hello?'

"Hello, who is this?"

'You called me so who am I speaking with?'

"Eh, my name is Phil...no am sorry, my name is femi..."

'Femi who?"

"Femi Johnson, are you Sharon?"

There was a slight pause.

'Yeah so what can I do for you?'

"Can we meet, somewhere, if you are not to busy today, maybe at 3 0'clock, I would really want to talk with you"

'Where did you or rather who gave my number out to you, I don't know any femi Johnson'

"Listen, we met at...well"

How was he to say it, bishop had warned not to get him involved somehow if he ever came clean he would be doing that.

"I collected your number from a friend at your work place"

Again there was a silence and then she responded.

'Okay, where do you want us to meet?'

"High Stakes Club, its somewhere around..."

' I know where it is, okay am working at the moment, we will talk better when we see ,is that right?'

"Yes, yes we will"

The receiver hung up and meh was he feeling on top of the world, it was her alright, her voice was reminiscent of her soft sensual moan, it was her and he was going to see her for real.


The phone rang and instinctively he picked it up, was she calling him, he thought.


"Phil please tell me you have the contract papers with you?"


"What contract, bishop what are you talking about?"


"we have a big problem, the commissioner is dead, his vehicle ran into a truck, he and his driver are dead, please tell me he gave you the damn papers already!"

Bishop's voice went up a notch.


"Oh no,"

"Damn it phils, we are in deep soup, get your ass over to the ministry of works immediately, if that contract falls through, we would not only be worried about 150 million gone to waste but also another bidding war and God help us it's not Mrs. Oboli taking over, she is going to screw us up, go now!"


He lept out of his chair like the sudden realization that a nightmare had come to life, indeed a nightmare was just around the corner, he could see it now, it was Mrs.Oboli Cynthia.


CHAPTER ONE II



Bishop had called for the seventh time while he made his way to the ministry but there was no need to pick, obviously bishop was going to scream his heart out.

Damn it, how could he have walked out without the papers that cleared the contract as shemach's contract, how would Cordelia react - no definitely, she was not to know about it, no matter what, it was not impossible except Mrs. Oboli had already been cleared to run the office - no too soon, definitely, she wouldn't rush into the office just yet, she would never do anything like that, that would put her under suspicion but knowing Mrs. oboli , he could bet his life savings that woman had everything to do with the commissioner's death.

Years ago, his company was at the verge of collapse or rather a harsh takeover by the government through the deliberate actions of Mrs. Oboli the then minister of works, not the saint everyone thought she was.

She was no different than Cordelia except Cordelia was a billionaire with more connection than the president himself.


Cordelia had bought his company and like a mystery Mrs. Oboli had suddenly become the focus of embezzlement and fraud within the ministry, she had sworn to deal with him probably while she pulled enough strings to get her reinstated within the ministry, no doubt she alone had the spine to take over.


"Is she in the office ?!"

"There is no one, am sorry but the commissioner, you have heard about the news right?"

Secretary Mike asked but Phils had no time to spare, those documents would still be in his office.

"I need to get into that office, I have got contract documents that are lying around , mike can I get in, I won't take your time"

"Sure, just let me get the keys"

Mike returned to his desk and begun the frantic search which seemed to take forever but he did manage to get the keys.

They moved inside swiftly, Phils made way for the top drawer where the commissioner kept such things, many times in the office had given him a vivid idea of where and what he was looking for.


He went through the lumpy sum of documents as Mike watched , skeptic yet willing to let Phils do whatever he wanted.


"Yes, this is it!" Phils said with a smile of relief on his face - too soon perhaps.

The door swung open as three policemen followed by Mrs. Oboli walked in.

Short, robust , dark lady she was , a Yoruba lady with more prestigious awards than anyone he could remember.

There was a sudden pang in his heart as they came face to face.

"Mr. Phils Adeyemi, its a surprise I am seeing you here"

She was a bloody liar of course as she had planned this whole drama.


"Well, I am..."

"I would have thought you would be at your office or at your business partner's house showing how much he meant to you but no, you are in his office or wait you are in my office ravaging through various federal government documents, an offence I could easily get you arrested for..."

She paused and turned to Mike and then to the police officers.

"Take him a way"

Mike was dragged out quickly, Phils shouldered where he stood, this was not what he expected, he had been foolish to walk in here , bishop was better suited for this kind of things, now he was at her mercy.


"What are you doing here and why is the osuka bridge contract file in your hands, if u remember its yet to be announced for formal bids from reputable construction firms, so tell me why the do you have in your hands, don't tell you have become a thief yourself"

"Listen you..."

"No you listen Mr. Adeyemi, I believe you have a lot of problems to expect in the following weeks, a formal investigation has been launched by the federal government into my predecessor's activities whilst he was in office and trust me, this time I am going yo get you, tell Cordelia that I am coming for her , you and her firm, mark my words"

She walked out of the office.

"Damn it!" He exclaimed angrily, two things were certain, he was going to spend the whole day in his office trying to work out oboli's plans and how much threat they were to him.


Cordelia couldn't know about this, he would be back in the streets begging for his next meal, he had to work this out himself.

He dropped the contract file and walked out dolefully.

oyah where do we start?

Chapter ONE VI




"What is this, where is this coming from?"

"Are you talking to me?"


Even he managed to question himself about where the hell he was getting the boldness to go on the offensive on Cordelia, Talia feigned to cleared her throat and walked out.

"All I have ever done was do whatever you wanted me to do, fine, you want to know what I was doing, yeah, I was drinking, its been ages since I had a bottle so I decided to go out and have a drink, I happened to meet bishop there, that's it, he had nothing to do with this, I have been working my ass non stop for the last three days, barely slept or ate which you are aware of so I can land this contract and I did, certainly I deserve..."

"Get out and let this be the last time you go against my order, I specifically forbid you to drink in the public and you are not going to go against that ever again"

Cordelia's words snuffed his few seconds of braveness out again but he felt relieved now, a few seconds ago he could have kissed his life's work goodbye.

"One more thing, what bar did you goto?"

"Oh its Rennes Bar, around park 25, mosun street"

"You can go"

Phils took a breather once he was out of the room, Raymond owned Rennes bar; his friend who would cover for him as he used to do back then before Cordelia decided he was not to have any drinks outside, but somehow it was response that sweetened the whole experience.


He turned around and caught Talia starring at him and almost scarred the shit out of him, there was no need talking to her, he met her gaze and then walked away aware Talia was still watching him even when he had climbed the stairs, he could tell Talia was still watching him somehow.

Nights were always long and dreary but tonight was different for a Long time he hadn't had a proper night but the purple braid teenager had given the night some spark, who really was she, would he see her again, surely bishop could find her somehow, yes he had to, he needed to see her again, he wanted her once more and maybe a little bit more.


CHAPTER TWO I-V 10/12/21

Wahala be like detective Cordelia

Chapter ONE V




She sat there , a bottle of champagne by her side and a book titled "HOW TO DEAL WITH BETRAYALS"

could she be more demonic he wondered nervously as he met her gaze.

Beautiful, seductive with her long dark natural hair which she was said had never been fixed ; a fact she was always proud to speak of.

She was a black beauty with a perfect hour glass shaped body that used to send his blood pumping downwards.

"Talia, excuse us" her voice was steel cold and without any expression.

He had seen this look so many times within the company and at home, it was the 'There is a problem look'

'Where were you after the hours of 10 and why are you coming at 1:09 am? Explain yourself "

"Well uh, you see baby..."

"Go on, am listening"

"Well you see, you know the contract, well we had more than we bargained for, there were figures we needed to get right and we need the chief accountant..."

" since when did the firm start working on figures rather than the actual plans for the contract and why on earth was bishop given power to run this set up, he has no right to set up meetings, his department is welfare and security need I remind you or are you getting too dull to know that?"

"No it's just that ,well I am sorry..."

" save that sorry for someone you think cares about it, now why were you really late?"

Her hardened eyes went on the offensive like a lion smelling its prey , ready to devour it.

'Calm yourself and grow some balls' he pinched himself hard.

"That's the truth, joy had to step in for us since it was getting late,"

"Joy, who the hell is joy?" She flared up.

"That's bishop's p.a, she does finances as well and as readily available to help us work what we needed"

"And this joy was there with you two and everyone else hmmm okay...Talia!"

Talia appeared again as if she had been expecting her call but this time she had a pen and a paper which she handed over to phils.


"Name of location for this meeting, those involved as well, I want names, let me have it, philson"

Cordelia asked sternly.

Chapter ONE IV



"what the hell are you still doing sleeping man! , wake up and get going, she called your phone for God sake!"

Bishop was obviously upset and frantic as he threw phils clothes at him.

Drained and washed up was Phils whose attempt to stand up or even get a hold of himself was futile, three and a half hours had since passed he took his visitors away from the crowd for his private pleasure.


"Man, get your shit together, Cordelia called you damn it, I had to lie you went to the rest room but I swear on my left ball she thinks something is wrong"

The words snuffed his confusion right out of his body.


"What, what do you mean something is wrong..."

He paused and realized he was almost stack naked apart from the boxers he managed to out on when the girls took their leave - wait, how long was he out?


"Three hours man, the meeting was set for 2 hours , that's one hour more you have to explain how or what the hell was happening"

Bishop sat by his bedside going through his watch asher it would tell him what to do but he was indeed thinking of a way out.


"Oh no, oh no"

"Don't panic, its the contract, you had to take some extra time to persuade the guys, she doesn't trust you nor herself but I bet she would trust you were out due to business"


" you clearly don't know your niece, she is a paranoid bit*h, she is going to know , oh my God, this was stupid of me, I should never have done this, I should never have..."


" shut the f**k up man and grow some balls,it's just a missed call, I called her back and..."


" Cordelia is going to find out, we are screwed!"

"We are not screwed, damn it, what the f**k did she do to you man? Listen this is what you are going to tell her, you had to deal with some inflations on the numbers presented to you, you needed the chief accountant present to help sort this out but he wasn't around, so you had to take joy my p.a who also does finance for my department, don't worry I will work on her, its nothing and remember if you screw up you screw us both, Cordelia thinks I am a waste , a by product who should never had been given a role in the family business, she won't hesitate to kick me out, for the both of ourselves, get your shit right and act like a God damn man, she isn't interested in your words, she is interested in how you say it"


Phils said nothing, merely a nod like the coward without a spine, easier said than done.

Cordelia would sniff treachery from a kilometer away, it was better todirty admit outrightly but damn it, he had more to lose if he ever did that.

'Get it together philson, you can do this' he encouraged himself.

"There was a girl, fair with dyed purple braids, who is she?"

He asked as bishop stood to leave.


"It doesn't matter now that's the idea of the masks, no one cares about identities, besides everyone left like some thirty minutes ago"


He remembered her still, she was the loveliest and prettiest thing his hands had ever laid hold on.
Even now while he was afraid of the consequences , there was something else deep down in his heart, something ignited by the young girl's touch on his body, her warm kisses, her caress and the feel of her warm milk in his mouth when he wrapped his lips around her hard nipples.

He could fantasize about all the dirty things she let him do to her and even more how much she seemed to genuinely love each moment - who was she he wondered as he hurriedly got into his dress.


"Don't f**k us up, I don't plan to retire an old man in this company, Cordelia has no retirement plan for me nor my family, this contract is just about right to help me settle some debts I owe her..."

Bishop voice became mild.


"You owe her? What are you talking about?"


"its family business, you have your graves to dig, I have mine to dig as well, just don't screw us up, stick to my story and you can fantasize about the young chick of yours all night"


Bishop took his leave momentarily as did phils, once the big gates rolled open with a little creak like it always did which reminded him of a some terrible sea monster opening its mouth to devour him except the real monster was inside this abyss.

Talia was standing by the door side, that life size creepy robot for a p.a was as terrifying as her boss.

Talia was Cordelia's live in personal assistant, nurse, therapist, friend, business partner and house maid if you will except she never did anything around except run whatever errands Cordelia wished her to do.

She was mystery herself, one day he came home and found her there, Starring at him.


She never said anything except she was asked to and never showed any expression except a stern creepy look he hated.

Cordelia had especially warned him to never talk out of turn to her or order her around, she was hers alone and no one else's.

"Good evening sir, madam wants you, she is in her studies" She said and dully strolled away.


He could hear his heart thump with every step he took, sweat rolled down his face as he followed her inside.

ashatoda:
Betrayal of the highest order that will even make Cordelia look like a saint

Hahaha but the thing is Cordelia can never be a saint, she is about to go Crazy .

Meh the story is taking shape gradually but don't think you know what's coming phils way for now.

Chapter ONE III


The drive through town was a little bit smoother than he had expected but the address was such a dilemma to navigate such that he had had to call bishop a few more times and asked around to find the place.

Bishop by birth should have been a explorer, a rich kid with the heart and brain of the street hustler, a damn sweet talker who had slept with almost anything and everything in skirt within his department and outside it, this was his own lifestyle years ago before Cordelia clipped his wings.


Lips thrill Hotel and Resort stood at somewhere no one would think of purchasing a land yet it was in it's prime, neon lights and fancy decorative ornaments scattered around its exterior provided the feel of a secret get away for the rich and truly it was.


Neatly arranged and ready to be delivered was a white suit and a mask handed over to him by a waiter who said nothing but rather gave him a well timed mannered bow, two key cards and the dress.

He was led to the interior and an stair case that looked the genius plan of a psycho, intricate and definitely expensive; expensive enough he did thought of having such in one of the new branches soon after he had ascended the staircase.


A big red carpet laid between two rows of electronic doors only accessible by keycards, his key cards numbered 1 and 5 gave him the idea of what he had to do next.


He got into the first door and realized it was a big dressing room filled where he changed into the dress bishop had ready for him and t then he left for room 5.


This was definitely one of those parties, he had heard about filled with all the things he only guts to dream of, he felt blood ran down his pants as he let his card slid down the electronic machine which gave a green light for the door to slid open.


It had been 4 years noe since he walked into a place where no one paid him any attention.

Of course it was because of his mask but everyone was wearing a mask even the fully nude hot ladies had some sort of facial covering on.

This was one of those parties he grinned to himself, a sex party.


Surely, this was a big mistake he thought to himself, if someone recognized him here he would be done for but no one gave him the slightest gaze.

"In here, no one knows who you are except me of course, take a girl or two or three , you can have your fun here or take them into one of the inner rooms, enjoy yourself tonight phils, Cordelia can go rot tonight in her loneliness"

Bishop's voice came from behind him, he turned around and found a bishop hiding behind a monkey mask unlike he , who wore a rabbit mask.

Bishop didnt give him any chance to object, a soft whistle was all he needed to make before six young beautiful girls walked up to them.


"They are very young, i have seen the cache of your browsers and how much you enjoy the
acts of the younger ones, don't worry this is our secret, we all know the younger they are the better, trust me you won't forget tonight so easily, take your pick and go have fun"

Bishop said before disappearing, he did cursed himself for such taboo he had found quite fascinating online but there they were , 16,17 definitely 16 he nodded to himself seeing how young they were.


He made a finger gesture and took three with him, truly, Cordelia could go f**k herself tonight, bishop certainly knew how to celebrate he smiled happily to himself as he disappeared with the three young ladies.

Chapter ONE III


The drive through town was a little bit smoother than he had expected but the address was such a dilemma to navigate such that he had had to call bishop a few more times and asked around to find the place.

Bishop by birth should have been a explorer, a rich kid with the heart and brain of the street hustler, a damn sweet talker who had slept with almost anything and everything in skirt within his department and outside it, this was his own lifestyle years ago before Cordelia clipped his wings.


Lips thrill Hotel and Resort stood at somewhere no one would think of purchasing a land yet it was in it's prime, neon lights and fancy decorative ornaments scattered around its exterior provided the feel of a secret get away for the rich and truly it was.


Neatly arranged and ready to be delivered was a white suit and a mask handed over to him by a waiter who said nothing but rather gave him a well timed mannered bow, two key cards and the dress.

He was led to the interior and an stair case that looked the genius plan of a psycho, intricate and definitely expensive; expensive enough he did thought of having such in one of the new branches soon after he had ascended the staircase.


A big red carpet laid between two rows of electronic doors only accessible by keycards, his key cards numbered 1 and 5 gave him the idea of what he had to do next.


He got into the first door and realized it was a big dressing room filled where he changed into the dress bishop had ready for him and t then he left for room 5.


This was definitely one of those parties, he had heard about filled with all the things he only guts to dream of, he felt blood ran down his pants as he let his card slid down the electronic machine which gave a green light for the door to slid open.


It had been 4 years noe since he walked into a place where no one paid him any attention.

Of course it was because of his mask but everyone was wearing a mask even the fully nude hot ladies had some sort of facial covering on.

This was one of those parties he grinned to himself, a sex party.


Surely, this was a big mistake he thought to himself, if someone recognized him here he would be done for but no one gave him the slightest gaze.

"In here, no one knows who you are except me of course, take a girl or two or three , you can have your fun here or take them into one of the inner rooms, enjoy yourself tonight phils, Cordelia can go rot tonight in her loneliness"

Bishop's voice came from behind him, he turned around and found a bishop hiding behind a monkey mask unlike he , who wore a rabbit mask.

Bishop didnt give him any chance to object, a soft whistle was all he needed to make before six young beautiful girls walked up to them.


"They are very young, i have seen the cache of your browsers and how much you enjoy the
acts of the younger ones, don't worry this is our secret, we all know the younger they are the better, trust me you won't forget tonight so easily, take your pick and go have fun"

Bishop said before disappearing, he did cursed himself for such taboo he had found quite fascinating online but there they were , 16,17 definitely 16 he nodded to himself seeing how young they were.


He made a finger gesture and took three with him, truly, Cordelia could go f**k herself tonight, bishop certainly knew how to celebrate he smiled happily to himself as he disappeared with the three young ladies.






He envied him every now and then when Bishop talked about his dealings

Chapter ONE II



"What did I tell you man, that ass goat is nothing but a bloody thief like the lots of them"

"And you decided to f**k him up terribly, he won't be happy with you, you know he can decide to make things harder for us with his successors"


"Rubbish! He will do no such thing bishop, go get the bottles, we should celebrate this, 1.5 billion and the popularity this draws to us would skyrocket this firm to the heavens,"

Phils blew hot with smiles, it had been an hour more before he reached his office with the good news, bishop had tried to call whilst he was still on his way but like his father said "sweet food must not be rushed" so he hadn't picked now he could see the expression of wild happiness on his life long friend and second in chain of command at shemach constructions.


"Oh no, we aren't doing that in here, come on we are not that old to celebrate with a stale bottle of expensive wine sitting in the fridge are we?"


There was that wild grin mixed with some suspicion that made phils heart to thumb harder, Bishop was always the crazy one, good looking, proper Yoruba demon who knew how well and good to have fun even while they were in secondary school.

Tough, intelligent, crazy, handsome, tall, bulky, scary when he needed to be and brutal as a business partner of his whose influence had gotten him his job and his wife many years ago.


"What do you have in mind!?"


"Well we have been working and scheming and its all come together, I think we should celebrate my way, tonight at 9, I will send you an address, dress casual and don't for get to hold some papers"

Bishop winked with a sly expression hanging on his face, this was enough to give phils and erection, he had heard of the secret crazy parties bishop held every now and then but hadn't had the mind to ask for an invite, certainly Cordelia would know of it and he would be kissing all he had worked for goodbye labelled in a bag filled with lawsuits, enough to make a day old baby turn a septuagenarian.


"Don't worry about C.O I know, I had my p.a disburse a fake dinner meeting invite for our partners tonight, its tight sealed for a fake invite even God would think its real, you have no idea how thrilled I am and I know how bad you need a way out on my niece, she is one hell of a woman, so tonight, you are going to have your wildest dreams come to life and that is how we celebrate, what do you say, you are in or out?"


"Hell yeah, I am f**king in, thanks man, your niece...she is...."


"A bi*tch and a fucking narcissist who wants her fingers deep into everything and everyone that surrounds her, she is an egomaniac and deserves everything that has happened to her, I know you know that I know, there is nothing else to talk about it you know sometimes I wonder how you put up with her, I would have..."

Bishop paused and starred at phils face who said nothing perhaps he was way out of his depths.

"F**k my niece, tonight its all about you and I, look at how much we have accomplished without that dumb b*tch bossing us around, so just keep to time If not you might lose out on some juicy sh*t going down tonight"


That was Bishop exit speech, he fluttered out of his chair and walked out, humming a song to himself as phils looked ahead.


No one had ever said it better than bishop about how he truly felt.

"I would have killed her myself if I had the chance" he murmured to himself.

It was people like Cordelia that made him hate his life.

He never made wrong choices until he accepted her marriage proposal but what was he to do, his construction company was about to be wiped out under allegations of fraud and corruption, she had worked it out for him but like the offer of the devil, it came with the price of his life and all he had worked for.


That bastard was the devil with a varginal who played God with his life and his fortunes, a damn deceptive woman who made a laughing and miserable man out of him, yes she did deserve to be crippled for life but she wouldn't let him be even at that.


The thought of going home every day sickened him, the thought of eating her food was his misery, lying on her bed was his nightmare.

Outside he was the boss, successful, influential and a bad ass business man but within those walls of Cordelia he was nothing but a pawn, a pauper, a fool and a coward.

Tonight, he could feel free once more just for a little time and that for now was a lot not to indulge in.

-Chapter One I-



No one ever appreciated the extent of luxury Femi Peter, the short fat greedy and nasty politician turned commissioner of works did put into his office.


Maybe because every discussion any potential business partner or firm ever came upon whilst seated in what could best be described as a presidential suite always had the talks of the fancy gadgets and techs invested in the office.


But not Adeyemi Phils, Aged 36, A self made millionaire and business mogul and general overseer of Shemach Construction Firm, One of Nigeria's and Africa's finest and best construction firm.


That cold Monday morning when Adeyemi Phils walked into the office, it was business, the same business that had kept him awake for the last three days quite odd for Shemach construction firm never had to worry about issues like the one that had Phils running to the commissioner's office.


"If its about the Osuka Bridge Project, forget it Dear boy, am sorry the federal government wants to try...."

"Don't sell me that shit commissioner, talk about the biggest construction contract worth 1.5 billion and you want to take your biggest partners off the table?"

Phils was never the patient type perhaps Bishop was quite suitable for such talks but this needed the easily volatile, aggressive and calculative genius who stole the manamah sea port construction right under the nose of Oxtema Construction Firm even whilst the contract was already sealed.


So when he countered the commissioner throwing the bottle of Baron-Derly 1789 over the table; an expensive favorite of his so called business partner, he did it in the manner that he had never done, without regards.


"We have been friends commissioner, business partners for five years, of course this should be our contract, the contract of all contracts if I may add, you owe us!"

Phils added with stern eyes that could see the greed in the commissioner.


"Its yours if you want it as always but dear boy, next year is election, a new set of dumb old men have already been selected for each and every f**king post in the system, if I am lucky I get my retirement package and that's it, nobody cares...."


"Spare me the monologue commissioner, how much do you want, we have always made payment upfront, say it and let's get this contact under wraps I have to start making contacts with my teams"

Again Phils went on the offensive giving no room to the commissioner as he prepared for a hard bargain, this and many more he learned from the greatest business man he thought ever lived; his father.


"Hah bishop would have gone for the smooth talks...no wonder he is nor here,"
The commissioner paused and grinned.
"450 is my take on this one, its my one opportunity as things are at the moment, my proper retirement package"


"That's not going to happen commissioner, project of such magnitude needs us to put a lot of..."

What was the opportunity discussing logistics and figures with a dull brain whose only care in the world was the fee he could take away.

"200 is my offer, no one would offer you more than that commissioner,"

There was a sudden pause between the two, even the air seemed hot as they passed glances at one another.


"I am sorry 200 won't work anything, I mean that contract is worth a lot of money 1.5 billion naira not to talk about the addons here and there, if you look at it 450 is not a lot,"


"Listen commissioner, even a single penny less from every contract sealed is a worker getting under paid, a material without quality, a sub standard equipment, do you have any idea why my construction firm...."


"Your construction firm?"

The commissioner retorted.

There was a brief hesitation but of course it was natural, true that Shemach construction firm have made more deals with the commissioner than any other construction company but seating right where he sat at that moment wasn't always the Case, that spot belonged to his wife, the heiress of Shemach construction firm, his boss.


"What does it matter commissioner? That's my affair, I am going to add in 50 for the nice retirement story you tried to sell me, 250 is more than a generous take, its a bonanza fee, take it or I can help you get Oxtema and the little Boys or...."

There he saw it all in the old, fat fool's face.


"You have already sold this out to them and none of them is hitting , are they?"

"I will take the 250..."

"Oh no commissioner, my offer has changed, 150..."

"You can't do that Phils, that's not...."


"We had an agreement, a deal made in. Heaven, we and only we got the juicy offers but you broke it and now I am taking a chunk of our price, 150 or look for someone else if you will ever find someone else , no maybe the Indians...."


"No Indians, never, no Indians, I am sorry, my age must be telling on me these days, 200 seems like a rational rate, let's hold it there,"


"I will have to think about it and first Cordelia must hear about this,"

"Oh no you don't have to involve your wife in this, we can sort it out, in fact I will hand you over the documents right here and now once we can conclude something...."


"Then it is settled, 150 million it is, expect a transfer within the next few minutes,"


Every other discussion could have been a smoke screen for the victory over the commissioner's greed.


Chapter 1 II - 08/12/21-

Chapter One


Principal Emeka Akpasibor, stood no higher than 5feet, a fair skinned,beefy man whose grey hair were as visible as sands on a desert, round fat eyes with little pupils that denoted his saint hood a big nose that laid in between two equally big lips.

His sense of fashion was appreciated only by folks of his age rank, sleeves that threatened to swallow the entirety of his hands and trousers that never seemed to hide his ash colored stockings dipped in cheap leather sandals.

"Good morning everyone,"

His usual ritual came with a pause after which he cleared his throat and took a sinister and quite threatening stare at the senior students who never seemed to be in order on the assembly line; the
real miscreants of Osejuh High School if you will.

"Good morning sir,"
"Good morning stamp"
"Good morning ma"

The degradation of what would have been a reply could go on if allowed but Principal Emeka never gave room to such.

"...Good morning students, How are you all doing, as you all are aware, Teacher John has left us for some weeks now owing to a visible and physical disturbance to the rhythm that has produced quality and superb students,"

He paused and noticed the silence which was unusual especially from the senior sides but again this were the same set of students who had shocked the entire teaching staff over the positive influence Teacher John had impacted on them, the same set of students who won the state's quiz competition, the very action that brought Oseju village to lime light and into prominence, the very action that earned them their just concluded road project by the state's government.

The rumors had been true, Teacher John had returned back to the city and Oseju had suddenly and returned to its dark days, under staffed always, over populated and inadequately trained staffs had been the proverbial bone stuck in his throat.

But last weekend had brought quite unexpected news, good news if you may call it.

"I am pleased to announce to you, we are having a new teacher to fill in the void left by Teacher John..."

He paused and swiped his head like a lizard would towards the direction of its interest which also, did the senior students.

His eyes communicated his confusion as he waited for something - someone who had suddenly seemed nonexistent.

He rubbed his clear shaven jaws to show his bemusement, Teacher John's replacement had already been informed over the weekend, it was essential that this introduction was done as ceremoniously as it could - it had to, it was the icing on the rock solid sour tasty cake which of course was the announcement of the village elders latest decision on school fees payment.

Now he thought about it, he hadn't seen Eze in school at all.

But there was no time for small talks or thoughts.

Broomh....Broomh........Broomh!!!

The deafening sound of Eze's motorbike made a gun shot sound like an alarm bell even more confusing was the misdirection of where exactly it was coming from making a few students scamper for safety even Principal Emeka had dived down the elevated stone slab for safety.

"Make una no vex oh, nor vex!!!"

Came the dry coarse voice that killed the sound of the motorcycle coming to a rest form somewhere within the school's compound.

He stood 6feet, black as coal and ominous sharp red lips that stood out even from the distance.

He wore a brown polo on blue jeans with sandals.

Slim, Dry skinned, clean shaven head that reflected the morning's sun rays , a long slim nose , small eyes and heavily moustached jawline.

"Who is that?!"

"E be like say na teacher oh"

"Idiot, Its a lie, I think he is a post man"

"Shut up and listen, Na teacher this one go be, see as poverty dey show for e body, na teachers dey dry like this"

The discussion between Biggie and Kamah, the two accursed empty heads of the ssII had quickly recovered from their hiding position to dismantle the mystery that was the newest and latest teacher.

Will he be good, will this teacher be troublesome, would he do something better than his predecessor.. Only time will tell.




copyrights @2021


The comedy-drama is in its entirety a fiction and do not In anyway portray real life people, events and places.

Sharmeenator:
An agency is in need of a script writer that can write on comedy and lifestyles. Comedians are also needed.

If you are a comedian or a script writer or both, please share your contact details onn this thread or send a DM ASAP

I am a professional script writer kindly reach me on afehenry@gmail.com

Disclaimer©

This is a work of fiction. Although its form is that of an autobiography, it is not one. Space and time have been rearranged to suit the convenience of the book, and with the exception of public figures, any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. The opinions expressed are those of the characters and should not be confused with the author’s.



Synopsis

Bad luck comes in all shapes and sizes for a young man who begins to see a divine purpose to his
consistent failures while trying to find himself.


Richard Obi Harry " Its not that I am a failure, I just haven't had an opportunity to not fail"