CHAPTER 22

Hamza's mind was still grappling with the newfound system as he navigated its intricate interface. He delved deeper into the system's capabilities, discovering that it categorized his skills into different levels, from beginner to master, in various aspects such as vocals, composition, and instrumental proficiency. Additionally, it provided insights into the genres he could excel in and even offered a selection of songs within those genres. His composing abilities were charted, and while he had never danced before, the system indicated a blank slate in that department. Hamza couldn't help but wonder how he had earned a level two in acting.

Instrumental skills were well-represented, with his guitar prowess standing at level eight, Kambali at level five, and the flute at level four. The Performance Points (PP) metric intrigued him, as it appeared to gauge the level of attention and emotional resonance his music could generate. It was as if the system could quantify the impact he had on his audience.

While Hamza explored the system, Zara entered the room, her curiosity piqued by her brother's enigmatic smile and focused demeanor. She couldn't resist asking, "Hamza, what's putting that smile on your face? You look like you've got some exciting news."

Hamza laughed softly and replied, "Nothing too serious, sis. Just feeling good this morning."

With a nod of understanding, Zara shared another piece of information. "By the way, Nurudeen mentioned that the ceremony is scheduled for tomorrow. You should be prepared," she said, placing Hamza's meal beside him before taking a seat.

"Thanks, sis. You're the best," Hamza expressed his gratitude before diving into his meal. Just then, Shamshudeen entered the room, offering a warm greeting, "Hey, bro, how's your morning been?"

"I'm doing well, bro. How about your night?" Hamza inquired.

Shamshudeen answered, "It was good. I came to share some news. I've decided to join the military, and I thought you should know."

Hamza was taken aback by the unexpected revelation. Numerous questions swirled in his mind, but he decided to offer his support instead. He shook Shamshudeen's hand and said, "That's great to hear, bro. I wish you all the best on this new journey."

As the day unfolded, evening descended upon the camp, shrouding everything in the gentle embrace of twilight. Shamshudeen turned his attention to Hamza, noticing that his friend had yet to step outside for a breath of fresh air since his recovery.

"You know what, Hamza?" Shamshudeen suggested, "Why don't we go outside for a while? I've met some fellow soldiers, and it'll be a good chance for you to get acquainted with them."

"Okay bro lead the way," Hamza said standing up