The Weakest Hunter In Nigeria

Olutola's sleep was restless. Nightmares of Malik's attack kept him tossing and turning. He knew that Malik was a formidable opponent, and he needed to be prepared for the worst. When he finally woke up, he decided it was time to unlock more of his potential.

He stepped out onto the balcony and took a deep breath of the cool morning air. It was time to train his Shadow Army.

Summoning his generals, Olutola watched as the dark figures materialized before him. These weren't just any shadows; these were the elite, the strongest of his army. Each had been handpicked and honed to perfection.

"Let's get to work," he muttered.

The morning was spent drilling his generals. Olutola commanded them with precision, testing their limits and pushing them to their breaking points. He needed to know that they were ready for anything Malik might throw at them.

As the training intensified, Olutola realized that his army wasn't just a collection of shadows; they were an extension of himself. He could feel their movements, sense their thoughts, and guide their actions with a mere thought.

The bond between them grew stronger with each passing moment, and Olutola knew that his army was becoming an unstoppable force.

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Meanwhile, Malik was growing impatient. He had heard rumors of Olutola's growing power and knew that he needed to strike soon. His team was ready, but Malik wanted more information.

"Find out everything you can about this new hunter," he ordered his men. "I want to know his weaknesses, his strengths, and his every move."

His men nodded and quickly dispersed, eager to carry out their leader's commands. Malik watched them go, a wicked smile on his face. He was confident that his plan would succeed, and Olutola would fall.

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Back in Ikoyi, Olutola decided to take a break from training and explore his new neighborhood. He strolled through the streets, enjoying the sights and sounds of the upscale area. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about his past and how far he had come.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter. Looking around, he saw a group of children playing soccer in a nearby park. Their joy was infectious, and Olutola couldn't help but smile.

But his smile quickly faded when he noticed a group of men harassing a young woman nearby. They were demanding money, and she looked terrified.

Olutola's blood boiled at the sight. Without a second thought, he stepped forward. "Hey! Leave her alone!"

The men turned to face him, their expressions turning from surprise to anger. "Mind your own business, pal," one of them sneered.

Olutola didn't hesitate. He summoned a shadow, and the dark figure materialized behind him, looming menacingly. The men's eyes widened in fear as they realized they were outmatched.

"Get lost, before I make you," Olutola growled.

The men didn't need to be told twice. They bolted, leaving the young woman behind. She looked up at Olutola with a mixture of gratitude and awe.

"Thank you," she said, her voice trembling.

Olutola nodded. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, tears of relief streaming down her face. "Yes, thanks to you."

"Be careful," Olutola advised. "And stick to well-lit areas."

As the young woman walked away, Olutola couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was making a difference, one step at a time.

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That evening, Olutola and Zara decided to have dinner at one of the upscale restaurants in Ikoyi. They dressed in their finest clothes, enjoying a rare night out. The restaurant was elegant, with a stunning view of the city skyline.

As they enjoyed their meal, Zara leaned over and whispered, "You're becoming quite the hero."

Olutola chuckled. "Just doing what needs to be done."

They laughed and talked, savoring the moment. It was a welcome break from the constant training and battles. But even as they relaxed, Olutola couldn't shake the feeling that something big was coming.

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Later that night, as they returned home, Olutola felt a strange sense of unease. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew that trouble was brewing. He decided to stay alert, just in case.

As they settled into bed, Zara snuggled up to him. "Everything will be okay," she murmured.

Olutola kissed her forehead. "I know. We'll face whatever comes together."

But deep down, he knew that the road ahead would be anything but easy. He had enemies lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And he would need all his strength and cunning to survive.