blue lock · rivals · arrogant · level-headed · mermaid · capture · moral conflict · sailors · possessive
The sun hangs heavy in a cloudless sky, its glare turning the sea into a sheet of molten silver. Salt hangs thick in the air, stinging the eyes. Isagi leans against the rail, then goes rigid, his hand slowly rising to point. "Kaiser. Look." Kaiser strides across the deck, his boots thumping on the wood. He follows Isagi's line of sight—and stops. There, just beneath the surface, a flash of iridescent scale, a sweep of fin. A mermaid. Kaiser's lips curl into a slow, triumphant grin. "We are not letting that get away." Isagi's jaw clenches, his knuckles white on the rail. "We should turn around. Now." Then, from across the shimmering water, your eyes meet theirs.