Chapter 62: Where does sande from?


    Carefulness as a middle name, the party of 2 slipped out of their hiding spot and gave a short moment to check the perimeter for any potential threat.


    The first thing that blessed their vision, was a pair of patty blue lips, far crossing the border of personal space.


    Perceiving it as a threat without a doubt, Osira charged like a spooked bull and smashed against the other side''s head.


    A momentter, they heard a feminine tone shout. "Fuck!"


    And with a softer volume, the same tone continued. "That hurt a lot. Why did you do that for?"


    "I thought you were an enemy." Osira was quick to answer but by just having a look at this fish, it was easy to determine that she wasn''t an enemy.


    Racial preferences don''t nearly y a part here, it''s just that this fish was far too small to pose any actual threat. For fuck''s sake, it''s only 10 centimetres long, shorter than Timmy if such a thing was possible!


    "What are you?" The stingray asked, drowsy enough to build an improper sentence although offending wasn''t his motive.


    This fish had a very interesting string of colours. The main one being light blue and a faded shade of greenid out here and there. But there was also a further interesting characteristic, the name said it all.


    "Bluelip parrotfish." Thedy answered proudly, sounding like a new adult by tone. "We used to be prettymon in these corals before the sharks attacked for 6 months."


    "Oh... sorry for your losses." Osira stated, feeling tad sad that she was young enough to first hear about the existence of these fish.


    Slipping towards the topic that interested her most, the bluedy recited. "I''ve been hearing a lot about youtely. Just a while ago, a group of tunafish were looking for you. I don''t know what you did to them, but good job. I hate those jackasses."


    At this point understanding where this was going, Timothy indirectly agreed to the question. "Let me guess. You want revenge on some fish?"


    Strangely, she contradicted with a term that he had not yet heard ever since the reincarnation. "No, I want revenge on some humans."


    Such a demand was shocking enough to shake away half of the sleepiness away from the boy, it was just too bizarre!


    Trying to sugar coat the fact that he can''t kill a full grown human, Tim weighed in. "What? That''s not a good idea. I can kill fish but... killing humans isn''t easy for me right now."


    Painfully direct, the blue lipped one started shouting like a dictator. "You don''t have to kill them, they don''t even need to understand who sent you there. I just want to hurt the humans, they have to feel pain!"


    Feeling that this task could be a lot easier, the boy nted a seed of motivation for himself just by asking a sadlymon question. "So they killed your family and stuff?"


    Calming down by a hunch, the light behind those eyes that unleashed anger, had dimmed. "Yes. After me and my family survived the shark attacks, we went out to hunt for food but my brother got hit with a big spike or something and my mother was caught with some weird t thing that had holes."


    Knowing that term better than anyone else at this point, the sea pancake corrected. "Nets, she wasted."


    "Whatever that is, I don''t care. My family is dead and the humans have to feel pain now as well." It''s nice to have fish around whom get straight to the point, the boss here enjoyed it.


    Leading this usible task as if grabbed by the tail, the blue fish continued. "I know where to find them, some even swim underwater and a few are on the shores. You will hurt all of them."


    Seeing one w with this whole n, Tim wanted to point it out before such a life threatening situation was put under motion. "That''s nice and dandydy but as a payment for all of that, we need you plus any other friends you have, to join our tribe."


    "I don''t have friends..." She answered, although hesitant for the first time.


    Seeing no major or at least a mild benefit at this point, he stated. "Then sorry, I can''t help you."


    As the group of 2 swam away, silence bing heavily awkward, they heard that new adult tone shining in desperation. "Wait! You have a tribe right? Tribes have dens. I have 17 rows of teeth, so your ce will always be spiffy because I eat all the junk. And..."


    Turning around after swimming 2 meters away, the boy asked. "And?" While Osira did not want to intervene in such business.


    A hunch more confident, the blue one felt happy to chirp out. "My teeth are strong enough to chip coral, my species has made all these underground dens you know."


    Absolutely shocked to the point of losing a bit of bnce, Tim shouted. "What!?"


    Possibly ruining this bustling moment, thedy across them felt proud to present. "Where do you think sandes from? We eat coral and then we poop out sand."


    Wanting to ignore how he had swam in fish poop for so long, Timmy stuck to enthusiasm. "That''s insane! Let''s go hurt fleshy humans!"


    "Okay, thank you for helping me get revenge." She answered, a slight joy shone in her tone but afterwards dimmed thanks to dipping this conversation into further detail. "About an hour from here is where humans go underwater to hunt fish, we will go there first... I want that one to feel the most pain!"


    FIUUUN!


    They heard a strange tone scarcely hurting their ear canals and a secondter, some weird fast moving fish pierced the water near them.


    It seemed slim, yet long which formed abination that in no way seemed natural.


    The strange fish slipped just a couple of inches below them and bashed against the coral, almost hitting the parrotfish.


    Giving a better look at the strange fish, Tim could see something that he did not fail to recognize, regardless of being a stingray.


    It was metal, pure enough to shine and long enough to cause fatal damage, making Tim shout. "It''s a spear, swim away!"