Chapter Five

I cannot believe that guileful Redshirt and that codependent disgrace of a Tokyo resident; Hanger-On, for forcing me to participate in such a barbaric activity as fishing. Fishermen and hunters are downright inhumane to begin with. When I even managed to make the first catch, they belittled me so, happy with only having to repent for one sin, I did not continue to participate in their murderous schemes. Luckily this trip hadn’t been a complete waste of my time as for I learned a couple things like my predecessor having been taken advantage of but of course the 2 friends thick as thieves hadn’t elaborated more leaving me in a state of confusion and reassurance that I, of all people, couldn’t and wouldn’t be taken advantage of. Their vagueness did entice a feeling of sadness deep within me. Kiyo would have never laughed at me for a mere couple of questions being asked on behalf of my perplexity.