The Weakest Hunter In Nigeria

Olutola walked through the bustling Hunter Association, feeling the weight of countless eyes on him. He knew his performance in the evaluation had made an impression, but it was clear that he still had to prove himself to many.

As he passed by a group of hunters gathered near the mission board, he overheard their conversations.

"Did you hear about that new guy? 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."

"Maybe he's just lucky. One good fight doesn't make a great hunter."

"I don't know, man. I saw him in the evaluation. He's got some serious moves."

"You think he'll join a guild or go solo?"

"Who knows? But I wouldn't mind having someone like that on my team."

Olutola couldn't help but smile slightly at the mix of skepticism and admiration. He moved towards the mission board, where new assignments were posted. Adebayo joined him, a look of approval on his face.

"You made quite an impression today," Adebayo said, scanning the mission postings.

"Just doing what I had to do," Olutola replied, his eyes scanning the board for a suitable challenge.

Adebayo chuckled. "Modest as always. But you should know, respect is earned with each fight. You've got a good start, but there's a long way to go."

Olutola nodded, understanding the wisdom in Adebayo's words. As he looked at the missions, one in particular caught his eye: a high-level dungeon raid scheduled for the following week.

"This one," Olutola said, pointing to the mission. "I want to join the dungeon raid."

Adebayo raised an eyebrow. "That's a tough one. High risk, but high reward. You sure you're ready?"

Before Olutola could answer, a voice from behind interrupted. "He's just trying to show off again."

It was Ibrahim, flanked by a few of his fellow hunters. The group laughed, clearly enjoying the chance to mock Olutola.

"Ibrahim, give it a rest," Adebayo said, annoyance creeping into his voice.

Ibrahim smirked. "Just saying. Some people get a little fame and think they can take on the world."

Olutola faced Ibrahim, his expression calm but his eyes cold. "I don't need to prove anything to you. If you have a problem, we can settle it in the field."

The tension was thick, and a few hunters nearby watched with interest, ready to see if a confrontation would unfold.

One of Ibrahim's friends, a tall woman with braided hair, stepped forward. "Why don't you both join the raid? Let's see who comes out on top."

Adebayo sighed, knowing this could either diffuse or escalate the situation. "Fine. Both of you join the raid. Prove your worth where it counts."

Olutola and Ibrahim stared at each other, a silent agreement passing between them. This raid would be more than just a mission; it would be a test of their abilities and resolve.

As the crowd dispersed, Adebayo turned to Olutola. "Keep your focus. Don't let him get under your skin."

Olutola nodded. "I won't. This is about more than just proving myself to him. I need to get stronger, for what's ahead."

Adebayo clapped him on the shoulder. "Good. Now, let's get you prepared. This raid is going to be a real test."