Ever since Kapunohu’s youth, he had been looking for the perfect spear, whether he traded, found, bought, or even got people to make him spears. He never could find the one he had wanted.
So one day, when he went out to the playing field to test his newly made spears, another spear zoomed past his face. When he looked closely, it seemed perfect: perfect length, weight, balance, and cutting edge. When Kapunohu turned to find the owner, his stomach chilled, seeing that the owner had no footprints. It was a spirit! Kapunohu offered ten of his finest spears for it, but the spirit Kanika’a refused. Then, finally, a truce was made that Kanika’a would be Kapunohu’s aumakua, and the spear would be theirs. So began a strange partnership - man, spirit, and the perfect spear.
Kapunohu went home to his brother-in-law Kukui-pahu’s, house. He was the chief of the Kohala district who had been so jealous of Kupunoho and his spear that when Kapunohu invited himself into their dinner, Kukui-pahu had said that he didn't invite Kapunohu, and asked if anyone else had invited him. All of the people present said no, and giggled.
In anger, he ran away and with one thrust, cast the spear through eight hundred wiliwili trees. He went until he reached the smaller section of the Kohala district of Chief Niu-li’i. There, he offered his services, since these two parts of Kohala constantly went to war.
When Kukui-pahu attacked again, three hundred of his men had fallen, himself being one of them - with Kapunohu’s spear through his heart. But the war was not over, for a great warrior named Pa-o-pele led the remainder. So Kapunohu took the challenge of fighting Pa-o-pele alone, which was said to have a war club reaching the mists of heaven to the depths of the sea. It was said to take four hundred men just to lift it. Kapunohu’s stomach once again chilled as he walked up to the giant warrior. The great Pa-o-pele had said to run away or he'd be squished like a bug! exclaimed . Kanika‘a, the spirit, came and said, that he was all thunder, and no strengh, and the plan was for Kanika‘a to jump on his back and bite him, when Kapunohu would then throw his spear. When Pa-o-pele dropped his war club and reached over his shoulders, Kapunohu threw it with all his might, and killed the warrior instantly.
Kapunohu now needed more of a challenge for his new and great talent. So rumor spread of a man in Kauai, the beautiful island in the western sea. A man with a sling shot could shoot a rock five miles with another as it rolled. Kapunohu then cried out scornfully, for that was only a children's toy to him.
When Kemamo, the sling shot warrior, and Kapunohu met, they gambled their lives for distance of their weapons. Kemamo’s rock shot through the valley, across the plain, into a coconut grove, and out again. Over a ridge at Anahola it flew, totaling six miles on a beach nearby. Kapunohu then through his spear through the valley, across the plain, into a coconut grove, and out again, but it was flying too low to pass over the ridge in Anahola, so Kapunohu whispered a prayer to Kanika‘a With faith, the spear broke through the ridge, and landed ten miles past Kemamo’s rock.
The hole in the ridge on Kauai can still be seen today and two mountains still stand, one representing the fallen warrior, Kemamo, and the other being his wife Waialeale, the mountain being named Wai-ale-ale. It is the wettest spot on Earth, and this represents her weeping over her husband’s slain body.