Chapter 4

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A half-hour elapsed before I opened my eyes. Now, let's try it. Sômbwa!


                                     ~ General Information (i)~

                                                 [Compressed]

                                                   ~ Status (i)~

                                                [Compressed]

                                          ~ Ngùdis Bwindèa (i)~

                                                [Compressed]

                                          ~ Inherited Ngùdis (i)~

                                                [Compressed]

6 °|Sômbwa (i) (Level 0/Next level: 0%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]                   ** Inactive ** —> ** Active **

| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|

| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% —> 0.4% of Total Wùsù and Éwolè every second|

Activated: 0 —> 1 Time

                                                [Compressed]


Remaining Wùsù: 47.362% —> 46.974%

Wùsù Consumption: 0.388% (0.4% - 0.012% of natural Wùsù recovery [Penalty: usual recovery rate will return in 14 Hours 32 Minutes]) of total Wùsù per second


Remaining Éwolè: 100% —> 99.6%

Éwolè Consumption: 0.3% (0.4% - 0.1% of natural Éwolè recovery [Penalty: usual recovery rate will return in 14 Hours 32 Minutes]) of total Éwolè per second


My body quivered as the mùdinòlò sallied in a whorl of light through my hand...

                                                                               *


The ngùdi |Sômbwa| gained one level!


Despite having a subtle shortness of breath a minute later, I felt it.

A childhood in abject poverty, a dusty haunt reeking of booze and dried miondo, living with an abusive mother, her insults crying through his ears while he nursed a throng of domestic wounds across his body by twilight.

His day berated by unempathetic teachers for his low grades at school, his head and mien sinking into deeper lows.

However, a chance meeting with "Three Knives" Makalà Ùyakòn allowing him to join their group, and the fighting experience gained under his training.

The joy of harvesting his first lombìdià on his own, his mind pooling with pride when he strutted with his head and a gait held high while wearing Mùkèdi clothes and arms.

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