It has already been 4 years and 3 months
since Ogunleye started his training.
Ogunleye was in his pushup training
when a massager brought him a
massage.
The massager bows as he speaks.
"Sir, I was sent down here by the
patriarch to deliver a massage to you."
Ayodeji Standup on his feet,
cleaning sweat from his face.
"Ok, I am all ears."
"In 12 months, there will be family martial
arts competitions, and you should
practice diligently while maintaining your
physical health.
This was the message I was told to pass
down to you. Young master." The
massager said
"Ok, I understand how many participants
are participating." Ogunleye asked.
"To be precise, there are six participants,
including you." The massager replied.
"Thanks, you can take your leave."
Ogunleye said as he continued his
training.
The massager takes his leave as
Ogunleye starts his pushups all over
again.
Three months have passed since the
massager came. Ayodeji, who received
the news, was nervous.
He was thinking about what to do since
he doesn't have any technique.
"Why don't I create my technique?"
Ogunleye thought to himself.
He started to research how to develop
his techniques as he observed the flow
of energy.
Today marks the day of the family martial
arts.
Every member has started taking a seat
to watch the youth martial arts
competition.
Somewhere around the arena.
"Young master Ogunbode, the victory is
already yours; everyone knows that in
terms of martial arts, no one is your
match." From the first fellow.
"You can't say that; there are a lot of
geniuses in the family.
So don't exaggerate things." Ogunbode
said it hypocratically.
"As expected of a young master, not
looking down on people, you are sure, a
typical example of a good seedling." The
second fellow said.
They were on this topic when Ogunleye
passed in between them as if they were
invincible.
"Hey, can't you show some respect to the
young master?" The first fellow said:.
"Who are you? I can't see you."
Ogunleye asked as he smiled.
"Hey, Ogunleye, who are you to say that
when all you have done is rely on your
father? You useless trash." Ogunbode
said it angrily.
"People listen to you; we take you
seriously, as if you do not also rely on
your poor father." Ogunleye said.
"You, watch what you say to other
people." The second fellow pointed at
him.
"Hay, don't waste your time bootlicking
and take your life seriously.
I know people like you always have a
pitiful death." Ogunleye turn away.
Ogunleye leaves them as they rain down
cause on him.
Ogunboden clenches his fist, as he has
already killed Ogunleye thousands of
times in his head.
"Today is the day everyone has been
looking forward to.
My name is Ogunwasiu, and I will be the
referee for today's martial arts
competition.
There are six sticks in the cylinder
container; those who pick the same
number, we compete with each other., so
all six participants should move forward
to pick their stick." The instructor
directed them to the cylindrical container.
After two minutes of selecting their
sticks, the matchup was revealed.
Ogunleke vs. Ogunabewo
Ogunleye vs. Ogunonire
Ogunbode vs. Ogunmase