The Weakest Hunter In Nigeria

The following day, Olutola woke up feeling refreshed. The previous night's relaxation had done wonders for his mood and energy. He knew he needed to prepare for the upcoming raid, but he also wanted to enjoy a bit more of what Lagos had to offer.

After a quick breakfast, Olutola decided to visit one of his favorite spots in the city—a small park where he could sit and watch people go by. It was a place where he often found inspiration and clarity.

As he arrived at the park, he noticed a group of hunters gathered near the entrance. They were talking animatedly, and Olutola caught snippets of their conversation as he walked past.

"Did you hear about that guy who took down a beast single-handedly?"

"Yeah, but I heard he's a bit reckless. Smoking Igbo during a fight? Not exactly standard protocol."

"Reckless or not, he's got skills. I'd like to see what he can really do."

Olutola smiled to himself, knowing they were talking about him. He found a bench under a large tree and sat down, enjoying the shade and the view. As he relaxed, he noticed a young man struggling to carry a large bag of equipment. The bag looked heavy, and the man seemed to be having a hard time.

Without hesitation, Olutola stood up and approached him. "Need some help with that?"

The young man looked up, surprised. "Oh, thank you! Yes, please. It's heavier than I thought."

Olutola easily lifted the bag and carried it to a nearby table. "What's all this for?"

"I'm setting up for a training session," the man explained. "My name's Tunde, by the way. I'm a hunter-in-training."

"Nice to meet you, Tunde. I'm Olutola."

Tunde's eyes widened. "Wait, are you the Olutola everyone's been talking about? The one who took down a beast alone?"

Olutola chuckled. "Guilty as charged."

"That's amazing! I've heard so much about you. Could you give me some tips? I really want to get better."

Olutola thought for a moment. He remembered his own struggles when he was starting out. "Sure, I can give you a few pointers."

They spent the next hour going over various techniques and strategies. Tunde was eager to learn and absorbed everything Olutola taught him. As they trained, a small crowd began to gather, watching them with interest.

"Look at that! It's Olutola!"

"He's giving a training session? This is a rare opportunity."

"Man, I wish I could join."

After a while, Olutola noticed Ada among the onlookers. She waved at him, and he waved back. When the training session ended, she approached him.

"Hey, Olutola! It's great to see you again."

"Hey, Ada. What brings you here?"

"I come here sometimes to clear my head," she said. "It's a nice place to think."

They sat down on the bench together, and Ada handed him a small package. "I brought you something. It's a lucky charm. I thought you might like it."

Olutola opened the package and found a small, intricately carved wooden pendant. "Thank you, Ada. It's beautiful."

"I hope it brings you good luck in your upcoming raid."

"I'm sure it will," Olutola said, putting the pendant around his neck. "Thank you."

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That evening, Olutola returned to his apartment, feeling a sense of fulfillment. He had helped Tunde, made a new friend, and received a thoughtful gift. He rolled another joint of Igbo, lit it, and took a deep drag. As the familiar sensation of everything slowing down washed over him, he reflected on the day.

"Life is unpredictable," he thought, exhaling the smoke. "But it's moments like these that make it all worthwhile."

He put on his Bluetooth speaker, selected a mellow playlist, and let the music fill the room. As he rolled up another joint, he felt a deep sense of contentment. The upcoming raid would be challenging, but he was ready. And with friends like Ada and eager learners like Tunde, he knew he wasn't alone in this journey.

With a satisfied smile, Olutola leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the music and the Igbo take him to a place of calm and clarity.