"Uraa! Uraa!"
Balmund swung his massive hammer at the flying sharks trying to pierce through the ship. With a single swing, a shark's head was smashed to smithereens.
"Hahaha! Is that all you can do, you smelly fishes? Come on! Try harder if you want to hurt me!" He laughed loudly.
Suddenly, someone slapped him on the back.
"What are you doing, dumbhead?! I don't care whether they can hurt you or not. What matters is stopping them from making holes in our ships. You don't know how to swim, do you?" Nurin glared at him while rubbed her hand in pain after the slap. Balmund's head was unbelievably hard.
"Tsk! Fine." Balmund clicked his tongue.
He then turned toward a figure sitting quietly nearby. The young man sat cross-legged on the deck with his hands resting on his folded legs, showing no interest in the battle around him. He was covered from head to toe in a black hooded outfit that concealed his face.
