Rita had no idea she was being targeted. She was busy hunting for the rest of her lures.
It was not all that difficult. She simply skipped over the ones already surrounded by other fish and focused on those no one else hovered around.
The Blue-striped Bluru's ability was invaluable. Each time she teased a lure to the brink of coming loose, she shifted form and slipped through the hook, swallowing the bait in one smooth motion.
And by watching other students struggle to reclaim their lures, she realized the mysterious anglers on shore were not as invincible as they seemed. She had seen more than a few fish get hooked, only to thrash and tug against the line for a long while.
Yet so far, not a single one had chosen to rip their own mouth open to break free.
Were they too afraid of the pain? Not ruthless enough?
Impossible. Anyone who entered the Divine Game was no coward.
More likely it was simply not allowed. Skills did not work on the lines either.
