"Not in Baska, Oak, or Dahlia. I'm really losing hope, Shaba." It would take the young Savannian some time to get used the his companions new name. Jeremiah was already used to calling him Barunz, but apparently that wasn't even his real name. It was a false name that was given to Jeremiah as a means to hide his real one in case Jeremiah wasn't the man he wanted to commit himself to. The two beings walk through the town of Oak, the spring weather finally kicking in and giving them both a reason to simply enjoy what the day would bring them.

"Mwalimu, you cannot give up on your goal no matter how hard it may seem. One day we will find S.O.F.K, and when we do we will finally destroy them...together." The Dardian spoke smoothly, successfully calming down the Phantom Lord mage. Things were getting stressful for him again, much like they did before when he was first searching for the organization that destroyed his family. "Yeah." was his final reply before a being in the distance caught his eye. A short male with white hair and brown skin...this dude looked like...

Jeremiah's eyes widened in surprise as a series of emotions began to rise within him. With each step he took, the kid began to resemble someone he knew more and more, someone he held dear to his heart despite the circumstances his mother placed on their relationship. "This can't be real.." he whispered. Shaba turned his head towards his master and raised his brow, then his eyes shifted over to what Miah was looking at but the beast didn't quite understand. The slayer continued to move forward, slowing down as he approached the white haired boy. This was...

"Icarus?" The brother he failed to protect of the family he was failing to avenge...was alive.

Shaba the Guardian Dardian turned to face the person his master addressed. The beast watched the white haired boy, observing his features and realized that his features closely resembled someone he knew... Hakka... the beast thought to himself. Hakka of the Mwenzio family, the aunt that took Jeremiah in as her own after his mother died. This boy...

The Phantom stood as his cloak moved with the wind. Under his cloak, around his waist held his mask and on his back remained his Samehada. The sword squirmed a bit on his back, anxious for a fight like always. The Demon slayer watched as his little brother's hand moved to his sword and for a second Jeremiah didn't want to say anything. After all, the entire family thought that he lacked the ability to use magic but here he was with an extremely large blade. It was stupid of him to think that his brother died in the flames... fire was in their entire family's blood.

"Black flames..." he replied. There was only one way someone could utilize black flames and that was through the art of God Slayer magic. However these flames could simply be false and possible through the use of darkness magic. If he knew any better though, God slayer magic infused both darkness and an element, the exact opposite of his own Demon Slayer magic. The companion folded his arms across his chest as his cloaked moved with the waves of wind as well. "Mwalimu, this is... "

"Yeah." Jeremiah spoke coldly and if Icarus was smart and didn't attack he would begin to release his power just a bit. As mana poured from the Phantom Lord mage the area would grow heavier, and the temperature would raise. If he was at least tough you would be able to handle the pressure, Miah was curious to see just how strong his brother was anyway. Jeremiah's mana alone far surpassed most mages he's come across so yeah, he was a bit cocky when it came to his raw power - who wouldn't be? It was no secret that he was a talented sorcerer but how how talented was his brother?

"Did you forget the face of your older brother already?" A smirk grew on his face. Even if Icarus wasn't excited to see him or even if he didn't remember who Jeremiah was for some reason, the young slayer was excited to see his brother alive and well. Where had he been? Where did that sword come from? And his style... it resembles clothing from both Savannah and Desierto.