Afar.

The black tide beats against the short embankment.

From the cloud, the white foam at the head of the black tide quietly shattered.

Is this my heart?

Or is this Isa Mara's heart?

The silent Scati stood in front of the short embankment, holding the greatsword that had been replaced but the standard had not changed, and wondered if the greatsword could restore the tenacity of the real material.

Looking back, she knew she wasn't a silent person.

She had family members to miss, and she also had comrades she trusted immensely, although she was reluctant to make friends on land because of the danger of her work, and because of this, she was so silent that she forgot how to communicate with people normally.

But she finally ushered in friends who could stand side by side with her, and even her former comrades-in-arms have returned one after another.

At that point, she had already found her old self.

Scati, the hunter of the depths, came alive in the eyes of her former comrades, until the fact that she was called Isha-mla was re-revealed by the Forerunner (the first creature of the sea to speak the human language), until the truth that she had not yet realized was before her.

Even if she refused at the time.

Even her actions were simple, as if she had not been bewitched in the slightest.

But when she's alone, when she's facing a physical exam, when she's looking into the mirror......

I always feel a little awkward and strange that I can't get rid of.

Does she really take this kind of issue seriously?

She didn't think so.

She doesn't think about this kind of problem all the time, and can even divert this attention through some entertainment means, making it seem like a late-night emo that appears often, but not worth telling.

But does she really not care?

She wanted to say yes, but when she was quiet, she did start to feel more and more, a thought that didn't belong to her occasionally popped up, accompanied by a tone that made her feel a little unfamiliar, but it did belong to herself.

He is calling.

He was expecting.

He is longing.

To this day, she occasionally hums a few lines of song that can make her unfamiliar.

There are more and more times of silence, and the time of silence is getting longer and longer.

Especially in the face of that Omer. Lin Ton, she could barely say a word, and relied on the shark on the side to explain the current situation for herself throughout the whole process.

Because she felt the restless heart so intuitively.

I want to invite, I want Him to come closer to Him.

I want to be close, I want Him... Become your own blood relative.

Throw away those red tapes, blend into the sea together, and manifest the truest appearance.

No...

Should I speak?

No......

Should I reach out like this?

Wrong.

Why are you looking at me like that? Why are you talking to me like that? Am I not Scati? Shouldn't you be more warm and kind to me?

Wrong...!

What is a foreign body? Is that what you mean Isa Mara? I'm so happy, he thinks it's a foreign body, right? Invite... Ah, he said I invited him, and I wasn't impressed. How long has this been the case? What for how long? Is this something peculiar? I'm very concerned about him... Unusual attention... Spring is coming? Spring, what does it mean? Should I ask? I seem to have missed it.

Missed the opening, but should it be said? said that he didn't pay that much attention to him.

Got it? What did he understand? Isa Mara resuscitated inside me...... Erode... yes, I'm eroded.

Twist? Where is the twist? What is this woman talking about? Caught in a contradiction between men and women? Omer. Linton? Lover? Husband and wife? If you approach Him in a female way, will She be united as blood relatives? Right? What should I say? Should I ask him, did I ask him, or did she ask him?

Await? It's going to be a long wait, right?

What's going on......

Wait, it's boring, I should take a look at my phone, right? The shark was always playing with his phone, but he would look at me from time to time.

Why are you looking at me with such concern? Because I'm vulnerable? Is something bad happening? Ah, the screen, it's the screen, it's the other me, Isa Mara, and she made it.

Should I do that? What should I do? Can the crowd be like that? Shut up!

He's coming back, he's coming back, and he says there's no need to worry about it, and Isa Mara needs her own approval.

Isa Mara... He admitted, this is close...... Should it be recognized? Should I face it?

Both the third and second captains said that once they admit that they are sea heirs, they will become sea heirs, an irreversible process.

But they're all different, they've all undergone surgery.

Why can't I have surgery? It's because of Isa Mara, right? If Isamara can be transferred to another sea heir, I can continue as Scati...... Meet, interact, fight? Fight, this is good, I want to fight.

You can see it, you can touch it, you can beat it... Is He still helping me, or is he helping me...?

Wrong... Wrong...... Wrong!

Don't take that thing, she's going to lose! I'll win!

Don't pass, don't, don't win her.

Raise your head and straighten your back... It's really like combat training, we're so close, don't you really want to go any further? I've waited so long for you, and you're still ignoring my call, why?

Put on the device and turn on the machine to step into the battlefield? It's like a tactical video simulation of Rhode Island, but I don't want to simulate, I don't want to fight.

Don't put it on.

Don't put it on.

Don't put it on.

Don't come here.

You're going to die! He's lying to you! Scati will disappear!

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Torrential rain and strong winds.

The sudden change made her sober.

The cold raindrops, the manic currents, fell on her face, hands, shoulders, and thighs that exposed her skin, making her feel clearer than ever.

There are no jumbled thoughts, no words that are not prioritized.

She stood there, lifting the jet-black greatsword in her hand and looking at the other her in the distance, who was standing above the head of the Jiao-shaped sea heir, who was singing.

The song was so manic, so hateful, it was an expression of emotion that she could not believ, and felt that Hai Hei should not be able to do it.

But what does it matter?

She stood on tiptoe, leaned forward, leaped, and threw herself into the tide.

Immediately, roll up the tornado and break through the storm!

——

"Will she win?"

In reality, next to Scati, Laurentina bowed slightly, looked at the comrade-in-arms wearing a helmet with a calm expression, and turned to ask the young man on the side.

This question somewhat surprised the young man, and his expression became a little subtle: "I think you know her better than I do." ”

"If it's a whale, that's true, but you know Isa Mara." Laurentina simply replied.

The words were so powerful that Omer, who was still looking at the wavelength of the instrument directly connected to the screen, looked back at her: "Do you really think that Scati and Isamara should really fight each other?" ”

“… What do you mean? Did you trick her into wearing the device? ”

The saw blade was not treated a second time, and at this point, Laurentina's first instinct was to look at the device.

"There is no intention of cheating." Omer shook his head.

"It's just that I think if the war is always won or lost, then why not end it here?"

"Whether it is time to retaliate or to give in, no matter which step is taken, there is no turning back, and it needs to be intervened from the outside in."

Dr. Rorschach said, facing the representatives of the two deep-sea hunters.

"You need a signpost, a light to guide the way."

"There is only the choice of not getting lost again, becoming a salvation for yourself, and that's the attitude of Rhode Island."