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“Oh no,” Hundred was stunned upon seeing the gunfishes leap in and out of the pool, heading straight toward Lirzod. He priorly told Lirzod that the fish could fly, but Lirzod thought that Hundred was saying these fish could jump out of the water like dolphins, but he was wrong. These gunfishes were literally flying. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lirzod’s eyes froze at the sight of what was unfolding. He held the spear in two hands and started to spin it, creating a circular wall in front of him. All the gunfishes that came lusting after a piece of his meat got thwacked away by the spear. “Wow! That's decent spear-work!” the audience began to clap and root for him. “He’s spinning it like it’s a quarterstaff. If the spin was any slower, the fish would have made a meal out of the spear and the spear-holder.”

On the twentieth deck. A group of four men was sauntering down a crowded street, but the others made way for them. “Boss, those guys from the Knuckle Hounds guild have been too overbearing on our men,” a bruised guy was dropping words in the ears of a reddish-skin man. “Just because of their top three members, they think no one can touch them. If we don’t retaliate in some way, those punks would even dare brand us as buffoons.” “Mm, it seems like we’ll have to fight them sooner or later if we wish to rule this deck. But let’s take things slow—”

    Everyone except Beren was being taken out of their cells for free labor wherever it was required in the hall. This action lessened one’s prison time by a little, so everyone was willing to participate irrespective of their injuries. If Beren was a year older, then he, too, would have partaken. Whether or not he would have gone was an entirely different thing, though. Thanks to a senior trainee who got assigned to tag alongside Lirzod, he was allowed to enter the wooden cell after Hundred secretly handed the trainee a few coins. Beren was perplexed by what Lirzod was up to, but he pretended as if he wasn’t bothered by another person’s presence.

“Why are you not retorting?” the blonde youth couldn’t help but step forward and ask for all to hear. “Mm?” Lirzod glanced at the blonde youth before beaming out an ephemeral smile. “There isn’t much a lion can do in the midst of flies.” All the mean mouths in the vicinity shut without question.

At the Drill Hall. “Wow, so many people are dressed in white here,” Lirzod said, pressing his hand against his chest a bit. “Are you okay?” Hundred queried, brushing the sweat off his forehead with the forefinger. “You looked uncomfortable since we left the clinic.” “I’m good, and I’m surely not thinking about her,” Lirzod assuredly said.