I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 125: Brown coating

"A president? That sounds important and I still don't understand why I should give such a title to you." The last thing he would want to do is give a higher privilege to a shrimp who just heavily opposed him.

But considering the stupendous confidence, this geezer immediately gathered up enough facts to argue. "The contributions my tribe offered in the last battle should make me a grand president. What sacrifice could be greater than death?"

Right now, the young stingray began considering the consequences. Another geezer had made a great warning earlier solely based on if or if not this community takes losses through the travel. When that fact is taken under thought, it would be a tremendous mistake now to cause even more drama with this specific tribe who by claim, has faced the most losses in this recent battle.

So to win a favourable image in this community, he had to give this old man a higher rank. But it would be dumb to rush this, therefore Tim questioned. "Tell me who you would have the command over as a president?"

"My command isn't battle related. When we settle down, I can make the decisions between how the working force is split and where they could be sent." After allowing for the king to ponder that fact, he felt an urge to add. "Trust me, it's way better if I have control over the work force. Your lead will cause a mass starvation."

Taking a peek at the guards around the old man, a pressuring vibe unleashed that forced the little one to make a demand. "Do you second his words? Do you approve that he is right?"

Most of them don't seem to understand the stingray language, but one did and answered. "I second his words."

Once it was translated, the rest shared an evidently confident tone. "We second it as well."

It felt like the best time now to stretch silence, that way most of them would fix their gaze towards the king, enough for him to imprint a phrase in their hearts. "Good. If these words are proven wrong, I will kill all of you. Only a moron would think that this is a bluff."

Afterwards the group thankfully had moved away, the geezer was happy and that flowery mood would likely be taken back to the entire community, therefore it would become widespread by an inch more. This can lead to these shrimp having a more favorable view towards the new king, because right now they are hating him more than that arrogant hot-shot who had likely tortured a few of them.

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After a bit of relaxation, they began moving once more towards the reef. Timothy was still hungry but at those moments, no fish had passed by whom he could feed on. So right now he had to swallow the fact that the hunger bar was at 6/15.

It took 2 more kilometres of travelling but they finally had made it to the reef without encountering another problem. It felt somewhat satisfying to spot the reef from a long distance before, his original vision was limiting but there was a sense of joy to see a heavily blurred out reef.

In some sense, it felt like a comfort view. Through most of the points the reef was far away but it was still there, it kept reminding the boy of the goal for this community and helped to push on further.

The main problem now was that his health stood dangerously low at 1/15. It felt dangerous but with the reef here, it will only be a matter of time for hunger to be cured because even though the reef doesn't have much life, he knew where to go for food.

Right before the journey was about to ascend deeper towards the reef, a shout echoed from the other side of the platoon and its roar managed to infect everyone around ~ ultimately leading to the entire community sharing the same words.

Giving a peek at the problem, it was difficult to identify it as a massive blur appeared. The problem was over 300 meters away and his vision was unclear once the 20 meter mark was crossed.

A smaller shrimp came along and pinched him on the bum, but thankfully it didn't cause any damage. Peeking down, he heard a scolding female tone shouting out. "Go that way, go go go! We are under attack!"

It was still difficult to determine what the problem was but the only guess stood as the platoon being under attack. So towards the direction that the shrimp pointed, he lunged forward and began following the route at the entire speed that he could build up.

This led to leaving the reef behind and following the flatter pieces of sand just to be included in whatever problem was ascending on the other side. The more he reached towards the problem, the more he could notice shrimp heading towards the same direction - which itself was a great sign of where to find the problem, ultimately making the lack of vision a problem not worth worrying about.

Peace was something he swiftly forgot and the growing anxiety wasn't the main factor to such cause, but the continuous shouts that only grew stronger. It felt as if his hearing senses had been shattered into uselessness, the only way that helped assure that his hearing holes were still working, were the screams.

The journey of 300 meters felt like eternity and a half, his hunger being low aided as a setback because energy wasn't a perk that could be used right now. josei

Finally reaching the scene, the first thing that caught his entire vision was a coating of brown clashing with the community and indulging in a war that had already tossed body parts around.

Obviously these were enemies whom had arrived for a battle, but thankfully they weren't large enough to prove truly troublesome individually.

A razor sharp thought was that these species were life-long enemies to this community. A single focus on them helped to determine that they didn't seem too different from the shrimp that Timmy had governing power over.

The only difference was colour. These enemies struck brown in colour and their first platoon appeared 7 times smaller. The battle here was close from being over, but...

On the not-so-far distance, he could see another patch of brown approaching for a corpse craving battle.