Reflections: The Bully Beatdown
Ijinle Orun, the training academy which stood as the headquarters of all Training academies in Ilu Obatala towered in the distance. It was white and huge and magnificent, its wall, containing scars of different training sessions in which people had fought and fought to achieve the top status that they were in.
It was the prerequisite to get a fit Irunmole into the demon countering form. And those who shied from attending, often lacked the basic knowledge of their capabilities as Irunmoles. And such, these ones often ended up at the bottom of the tier.
Save for just a few.
Aside from that, this was where the grading system was implemented. And one needed to be graded so as to determine the soul class of such a person with the intent of knowing if that person had levelled up or not. A white band, it was, placed on one side of the arm.