I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 103: First home (1)

After those strong wounds had completely healed, yielding energy out of a common meal was far easier. Thanks to that fact, the little hero woke up after about 6 hours of sleep and felt better than ever, although tad hungry.

As he was chewing through a bit of tunafish just to restore what little hunger was lagging behind, he only became angrier. The prime reason behind such emotion that was enveloping in his subconscious was the soul fact that he had enough energy to think a bit better compared to yesterday.

Marlo is dead but the hero was yet to accept that fact. It just seemed too bizarre although the rules of survival always warn about death, nothing seems to add up.

One moment everything was okay in the den and when he got back, bodies lied on top of bodies and there was nothing he could do to reverse the said damage.

It almost forced the little boy to stop eating, but no he wasn't going to push valuable food away.

Instead, rage piled up in his subconscious bit by bit and started behaving like a damn that was about to blow, calmness was almost erased as an option.

The hagfish's body isn't here either, and considering how it was severed, the tribes-fish have likely dumped her remains down in the mist that's about 300 meters away.

He doesn't want to believe that such a seemingly immortal enemy, could recover from that defeat, but in another way he wished that she would. Because in that way, he could face that bastard of an anglerfish and deliver some damage of his own ~ all with the aims of letting out some steam.

But then, an idea scrolled right through his mind and he took the raw emotion to try and form it into a plan. "There still are a couple of animals I could hunt down for revenge."

That thought continued to bloom after he swam away from the bits of tuna he was eating, "We dropped the mission earlier because of the disaster. We didn't go out to hunt and kill that bastard, Harold."

Swimming towards the exit, he saw one of the dungeness crabs guarding the tunnel. Happy that they still are eager to protect this place, the boy just nodded at them with a smile they couldn't see, and made his way up the long tunnel that connected the outer world to the hidden den.

Originally, a lot of strong fish would have chased and killed the enemy all together but after those losses, Timmy does not want to include anyone else in this battle.

Normally, he would give in all work to go and find an enemy who could possibly be in hiding. In most cases, the arrogantly brave hero was directed to danger itself. But this time, he knows exactly where to go.

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Just near the point where the reef connects with a semi flat-land of sand, there was a home that was stolen from a weaker soul in the beginning portions of this whole adventure, that reincarnation managed to offer.

Normally, Timothy would pay a bit more attention to his surroundings. The young boy would stay closer to the coral just to avoid attention and a possible slaughter itself.

But today, he wasn't feeling like doing so. Rage was stomping forward stronger than the fear of death itself. But for once, he was also well informed and the base of such confidence was common sense.

He had left behind friends and family who were deep in slumber. Likewise, it meant that now was the break of dawn. This is the time when the weaker are asleep and strong predators normally fall to sleep after a night of hunting.

This helped the little man to feel confident that no predator would engage in a chase. Along with it, this time of the day gave the feeling of superiority over the target.

He stalked the little den for a while and a bit of memories struck back. The yellow coral that spread down like a river through the very ceiling of the home, caught most of his attention - solely because it was unique to see.

Timmy couldn't help feeling a bit better thanks to seeing his first ever home again, but the prime emotion was still dominating.

Peeking down, he saw a figure that seemed all too familiar. The fatness that enveloped on the enemy's body was a key characteristic that was difficult to forget.

What feeling of joy he managed to build up just a little bit earlier, became eradicated once he spotted the enemy he loathed the most in this life.

Unwilling to hold an unfair battle, Tim felt confident enough to yell out. "Wake up fat ass!"

"Huh what who?" The enemy mumbled and slithered left and right a tad bit, and afterwards emerged higher towards the wide exit.

Once he noticed just whom had bothered the deep slumber, Harold couldn't help but laugh for a few seconds before he inevitably threatened. "So the meal has swam all the way here. Are you feeling suicidal, boy?"

Knowing what to say once peeking amongst the enemy's face, feeling even more confident now, the stingray poked. "Big talk for a guy who got his eye molested last time we met."

In a split second, the enemy's face shifted to an ugly one and he immediately charged forward with no warning whatsoever.

With a large slap against the water, Timothy swept up and avoided what could have easily been a deadly bite and heard those awful jaws clap after a quarter of a second.

He didn't have enough time to launch an attack but wasn't eager to get killed either, this wasn't an attempt of suicide.

It was easy to predict that fighting in a secluded area wasn't a good idea at all, so the revenge led hero had swam away from what used to be his home.

And then welcomed the 1 meter long enemy to battle, yelling out. "This is the end for you, Harold!"