Rita had no idea what traits the other rare fish had, but as for her? She couldn't be happier with Blue-striped Bluru's.
She swam toward the harbor, occasionally leaping from the water the same way the Bluru itself once had.
When she was less than two kilometers from shore, she stopped. From here, she could clearly see the wooden piers lined with all manner of beings. They held fishing rods, tackle beside them, chatting or sorting their gear instead of casting lines.
Her eyes landed at once on White Bear and the black-robed Death Eater. Not only the eight citizens of Old Town were here—there were animals, humanoids, all sorts.
Rita sank lower, fading into the blue.
Other contestants had arrived as well. But no one attacked. Everyone spread out, biding their time. It wasn't the moment yet.
