《THE HOUSE OF HUNTERS [ILE ODE]》 THE OBSERVER 1 CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 01: THE OBSERVER 1 Behold from a distance standing on a grazed piece of land surrounded by robust lively trees with green fresh leaves with common grasses and weeds scattered around the forest with each unique properties that makes it poisonous or medicinal are two robust, vigorous, well developed, combatants standing 10 feet''s away from the other while engaging in an intense and unyielding staring showdown. Observing and waiting for a slight movement by either side to engage or retaliate. From a notable distance lay in waiting on a large and sturdy branch of a large tree is a boy that observes the ensuing showdown. he sits on the branch with a observant gaze and excited expression, remaining still and rigid as though he is the one experiencing the showdown. ''swish'' then without a premediated movement, one of the combatants vanishes and reappears just a few feet away from the other combatant and swiftly swings his right fist towards the ribs of his opponent but instead his fist is caught by the other combatant and gets stuck in his tight grip. The combatant holds the other combatant fist with firm confidence while with a sinister and mocking smirk visible on his face. both combatants stuck in this act, stare at each other while they each devised multiple streams of possible patterns ranging from attacks, defending, and counter-attacking. they calculated and envisioned various ways of winning and controlling the fight. As seconds turned to a minute the once tight hold had slightly loosened therefore allowing the other combatant to swiftly and forcefully retract his fist. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. The fight continues and embarks on a spiral of swift, accurate and repetitive punches and kicks thrown by the first combatant to attack while the other combatant struggles to dodge and endure the barrage of attacks. The second combatant dodges with masterful style and wise elegance although with struggle. His dodges are a wise mix of slight, precise but exhausting movements enabling him to handle the various, swift physical attacks that had great impact and damage without bearing the full force of the attacks. The repetitive moves of attacks and counters intensifies but then meets a sudden stop. ''''thump'''' As a loud, thump sound is heard from the ground below their feet''s. The swift combatant swiftly and instinctively leaps 7 feet¡¯s backwards, away from the other combatant without a glimpse at the cause or knowing the reason behind the sound. But from the far view of the boy. He sees a unexpected stomping of the left leg of the defensive combatant on the ground. This aggressive stomp of his feet causes the ground to quake violently as thought the now extinct African giant stomped the ground. The rocks of the earth, dust and sand of the soil rose violently from the ground into the air as thought gravity was nonexistent or better still beaten into submission. Then with a flex of supernatural strength and might, the once defensive combatant swings his left fist for a punch into the space. This action shocks the observing boy as he smiles with excitement. The seemingly foolish act of swing his fist at the air with nothing to hit was instead a terrifying flex of explosive, destructive, and practical application of surprise attacks. The movement of his fist spins the wind around into a submissive spiral therefore propelling both the wind around as an invisible force and the rocks and sand as projectiles. This force comes blasting as fast as a awakened hummingbird although surprised the other combatant accelerates his movement and reactive speed by threefold of the previous speed, enabling him to dodge and maneuver through the scattered attacks of rocks and sand. Although successful he is completely surprise to meet with another attack by the other combatant. Using the previous attack as a form of distraction he closes the distance and without any waste moment of time swings his left fist. The surprise attack comes in flying into the ribs of the swift combatant causing the attacked combatant to drop to his knees with a frown while the other combatant smirks. THE LESSON 1 CHAPTER 02: THE LESSON The boy continues to watch them with curiosity. His expression lit up with adoration and excitement as he questions himself. will they continue fighting? '''' I hope so.'''' The two combatants could be seen standing side by side talking and smiling. '''' let¡¯s have another showdown.'''' the strong combatant says with a serious face '''' Another time when we have no reason to restrain ourselves.'''' the swift combatants responds with a nonchalant expression. The strong combatant looked confused before his facial expression changes to that of rage. '''' Damilare is here.? '''' he says with rage. The strong combatant squats before leaping into the air just above the trees. He quickly glances through the surrounding ground and trees below him. With a few movements of his head, the combatant sees the boy now running away. As the combatant descends with the equal amount of speed and power, he used to launch himself into the air. He grabs a thick and strong branch of a large tree and swings off it to another tree. The force, agility and fast reaction he used to leap and swing of the trees surpass the skill level of an awakened 78-year-old African Chimpanzee, his grip strength was at levels above the mighty grip of a greedy Monarch. The boy notices both of the combatants as they got closer, approaching him with believable speed. The boy noticing that furious face of the strong combatant swinging from tree to tree like a furious monkey while the swift combatant is nowhere in sight. The boy musters all his strengths and dashes with his full might to escape from their pursuit even though it was a futile attempt with no possibilities of success. Within a few minutes and seconds of the chase, the combatants caught the boy and pinned him into a tree, while the other combatant reappears like a nasty ghost. The strong combatant calls out to the boy''s name while the boy struggles to no avail to free himself. '''' Damilare, why have you once again disregarded my warning.?? '''' Damilare responds while looking at both combatants face. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. '''' I just wanted to watch. Please release me brother. '''' The strong combatant then proceeds to release Damilare, and check for any external injuries before asking '''' Are you okay.? '''' Damilare responds with an excited and happy facial expression. '''' Yes! your fight was amazing. '''' The strong combatant smiles back but then without warning he swings his fist with a great force while targeting Damilare Abdomen but thanks to the swift combatant swift thinking and swift approach at managing to pull Damilare backwards just in time to prevent him from receiving the Full force and impact of the punch. Although Damilare didn''t receive the full attack. He received serious injuries such as damaged organs, ruptured veins and arteries, and thorn skin which all lead to internal, external bleeding and severe struggle in breathing. The swift combatant speaks with an angry expression. '''' Akinfemi! WHY! '''' The swift combatant screams while holding Damilare in his arms measuring the extent of his injuries. Akinfemi responds with a cold glaring expression and uncaring voice as he stares down upon his two brothers on the ground. one suffering in agony and the other tending to his injuries. '''' Abayomi, He needs to learn. Damilare let this be a lesson to you. DO NOT REPEAT THIS AGAIN. '''' Akinfemi says this with a calm but sterile tone, before turning away leaving both of them there. Abayomi rises up while carrying Damilare on his back and walks away from the forest towards their living quarters. after a few minutes of walking Abayomi enters Damilare personal chamber and proceeds to drop him on his bed but as he does, a young lady dashes into the chamber and checks on Damilare with a worried and sad facial expression. She then rises up, hurriedly leaves the chamber and reenters with an attendant. The attendant brings a brown colored cloth with various leaves and plants to which she mixed, and grounded into a greenish hue paste. she then proceeds to rub this paste on the external wound of Damilare body such as his thorn skin and bruises. Afterwards she stretches her hands forward laying it on his abdomen where is injuries are and closes her eyes. She then enters a state of concentration and remains as a still as a statue. From her hands a greenish, mist forms and glows with a dull green hue while she breaths in a controlled and measured manner called a breathing technique. the external wounds heal as the green mist and the paste fuses with the new skin of the boy and after sometime she breathes out heavily like a sigh of relief. She then checks to see if he is breathing properly and with ease before proceeding to feed Damilare a brown herb concoction in a small calabash. The attendant then rises up and bows with a nod before exiting the chamber. After seeing that Damilare is fine and recovering the young lady turns to Abayomi which she was ignoring when she was worried about Damilare well-being and asks a question with a worried and displeased face while looking at him. '''' I would like to know why my dear brother is this sad state.'''' but Abayomi turns away with a blank expression and responds '''' He is suffering for his wrongdoings.'''' '''' Wrongdoings.?'''' She mutters with confusion. '''' What wrong has he committed to be in this state.? '''' she responds Abayomi walks away responding '''' Speak with the oldest to understand.'''' she then proceeds to leave afterwards.