I Have Too Many Choices

"Let's go," Virala said as he grabbed Orakha and jumped out of the house, leaving behind a shockwave as he increased his speed, uncaring if he caused chaos. After all, the resulting chaos would be Inala's headache, not his.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't angered by the fact that after all that setup, the one that greeted them was a puppet. 'And he purposefully behaved like he was after our data to make us assume he's the real deal. As always, he doesn't stop even when a disguise is perfect but has to go beyond.'

He retracted his Tratham armour except for the shoes, generating psychokinesis as a force upon the water as he landed on its surface. This force spread wider across the water surface, allowing him to stand on the water. With a kick of his leg, he sped across the ocean.

Upon running for a few kilometres, his expression widened in shock, "So, that's how you detected that he was fake, Orakha."