“Where am I?”
Fumi stepped forward cautiously.
“You are on land,” she said. “Welcome back to the world of the living.”
He stared at her, still processing.
“You saved me.”
She placed her hands on her hips proudly.
“Of course. You are welcome. Payment can be discussed later.”
He let out a weak laugh.
He laughed.
Fumi blinked.
Even in his condition, he laughed.
“I am Henry,” he said, trying to sit up.
Fumi quickly pushed him back down.
“Ah-ah, do not stand. Do you want to go back into the water?”
He smiled faintly.
“I will stay here.”
She nodded approvingly.
“Good decision.”
She crossed her arms.
“I am Fumi. Fisher by profession, rescuer by surprise.”
He chuckled softly.
“Nice to meet you, Fumi.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“You talk like a rich person.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“What does that mean?”
“You are too calm,” she said. “If it were me, I would still be shouting.”
Henry laughed again.
“I think I already shouted inside the water.”
Fumi burst into laughter.
“Serves you right.”
She sat beside him, studying his face as if she were inspecting her catch.
“So tell me,” she said, tilting her head, “how did you turn yourself into fish?”
Henry exhaled.
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