[System] My fish is not so fierce

Chapter 15 A cannon fodder attack?confession

My name is... Forget it, it doesn’t matter what my name is. After learning about my setting in this novel, my already sad mood is even more uncomfortable. It’s the same as the title, please call me cannon fodder.

The first time I met him was two years ago. At first I didn't know he was a man, after all, he has such a beautiful face and soft skin.I can still remember his attractive, flat-chested figure with his long, wet black hair.

As I later learned, he had only just come ashore, and the ship which had brought him appeared to have been shipwrecked.Yes, he is a mermaid.

When I got home at night, my mind was full of his figure slowly coming up from the sea. Against the background of blue-black sea water, there was a sense of coldness and rupture, but it was fatally attractive.

A lonely beauty is dangerous in the chaotic night of Dolo.

I still regret why I didn't bring him home in the first place.

Well, I did have such thoughts at the time, but when I looked into those piercing blue eyes, I couldn't deny that I was also intimidated by a 'female', and by the time I realized it, he had already left the beach .

This annoyance lasted until the next day, and by the grace of God, I actually ran into him again.

But this meeting obviously did not leave a good impression on him.

A bunch of thugs were molesting him, I knew them, a bunch of troublesome thugs, but no one dared to mess with them.

Five punks surrounded him, first they teased him verbally, and then they started to touch him.At first he seemed unresponsive, as if he didn't understand at all.

But after those punks touched his chest, he looked very angry and confused.

I think he may not be able to speak the common language of the mainland at that time, which is the fault of all mermaids.

I also knew at the time that he was a man.

Those punks obviously realized this fact after touching his chest. I was shocked but slightly relieved, so that the punks might be able to let him go.

But what I didn't expect was that those little gangsters became even more excited, and the filthy words made people extremely ashamed.

He was still angry and confused, but from the expressions of those punks, he clearly understood what was about to happen.

Even across an alley, I could feel his anger at that moment.

He immediately fought back, much stronger than the mermaid imagined.

But even a man in his prime couldn't be a match for five rogues at the level of a fighter.

The sea-blue eyes are extremely clear, but the sharp and angry eyes make people want to ravage|destroy even more.

Those five people had an attitude of teasing the little wild cat, violating him with their eyes and words.

Although he could only receive eyes, he was already extremely irritable, and on the contrary, he followed the wishes of those rascals even more.

I was so cowardly at the time that I dared to scratch the wall silently outside the alley, even if I went to call for help!

And later, after he took out a knife and scratched a scoundrel, I didn't dare to go, because those scoundrels were obviously enraged, and they took out their weapons one after another. This is no ordinary molestation!

He has very good fighting skills, but because of the mermaid's delicate body, he doesn't play well.

He was injured. I had never seen so much blood, and I didn't know that the mermaid's blood was so red.

The wound on his shoulder stuck to his long hair, and his face was splattered with blood.

But he doesn't care at all, how can you not care? !Even now, when I recall the scene at that time, I feel sorry for him.

I don't want to describe the process, except for the blood, what impresses me the most is his pair of tyrannical sea blue eyes, which are both attractive and frightening.

The later result was completely unexpected to me. He killed five fighters with his physical skills!It would be unbelievable if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes.

But he was also seriously injured at that time, half of his face was covered with blood, his arms trembled slightly, his steps were stilted, and the blood spread along his legs and left long traces on the ground, just like Shura, but those blue eyes were like that. clarity.

I staggered and ran over to help him, but he slammed him away and pointed a knife at me warily.

I could only stand there in a daze, like a fool, watching him leave slowly.

He must not have a good impression of me, no... maybe he has no impression of me at all.

Later, following the instinct of the body, I often ran into him, well, Howe is not ashamed to say, I was indeed following him.

I found that he is actually not as cold as I imagined, and even a little simple and cute.

He went to the church’s free college to learn languages, and he would consciously eat the meals distributed to the children who came to study. Although it was a small portion, there were still people who found fault, and then he would eat more in silence, When others are angry and want to fight with him, beat those bad boys hard, and then next time he still eats a small portion, no one will find fault at all.

Well, please don't complain, I know that now I find him cute everywhere, don't hear some logic from the idiot's mouth.

He drew some daily necessities on the wooden board, and took out the wooden board directly when buying things.

I have been misunderstood as dumb many times, even if I am really dumb, I still think it is cute!

When he met those rascals, he would beat them once. It was completely unnecessary to fear that he would be retaliated by others.

I even saw his smile.

He smiled after he knocked down the rogues and took the money from them.

You don't know how charming he looked under the glow of the sunset.

It was a really good time, but it didn't last long.

He was kicked out by people from the church, I know it was those scoundrels who forced him, and he was charged with theft!

His sea-blue eyes were full of anger, and then he said the first words after landing, the tone was a bit stiff, but the voice was as good as the legend said, "It's really annoying!"

I was not impressed by his tough look!

Then he fought those people again, and this time he wasn't as embarrassed as he was at the beginning. It turned out that he had become so strong before I knew it.

There is still something lacking in strength, but the skill completely makes up for it.

Those five people were completely abolished this time, their hands and feet were completely disabled, and I am afraid that even the strongest priest could not save them.

But I know that even if these five people are not dead, the gang behind them will definitely not give up.

The bishop of the church was not scared away by him like the others, but said something to him, probably words of encouragement.

Then he was gone, slipping into the shadows with his black hood.

I thought at the time that if I didn't help him, maybe he would really be alone.

With the mentality of dying, I followed him and stopped him for the first time after watching him for so long.

God knows how nervous I was. He was still covered in blood, and even his soft sea blue eyes were full of tyranny.

I was stuttering and didn't know what to say, I roughly expressed my desire to take him in.

But after I said it, I regretted it.

Having just suffered from the darkness of the world, how could he casually accept an invitation from a stranger?

Just when I was panicked and didn't know what to say.

He spoke again, he said "thank you" and he smiled "but didn't want to burden you." Then he turned and left.

How could he be so gentle, that voice, that picture, I can't forget it, even if it is deeply engraved in my memory, I don't think it is enough!

The mood at that time is hard to describe, even now, every time I recall that scene, my heart beats faster and it is difficult to breathe. I remember his clear and clear voice, the curvature of the corner of his mouth, and the shadow cast by the sun.Even so, after each memory, I always feel as if a piece is missing in my heart...

Forgive me for being so greedy, wanting to ask for more tenderness, I continued to observe him secretly, but I no longer had the courage.

Seeing him being misunderstood, I would be angry, why no one found out that he is such a good person.But on the other hand, he is shamefully proud. It turns out that only I know his other side.

I paid attention to him with complicated emotions, but felt even more lost.

He had had partners, but they had all died one by one in the fight with the gang of five rogues.

There was a haze in his clear eyes, which was the pain of loss.

It has been more than a year since he landed, and he is still alone, but I would rather he always moves alone because of language problems like in the beginning.

Because it is more painful to be alone after losing than to be alone all the time.

I can't give him any help at all, and I'm not even qualified to step into the sun to comfort him.

I can only secretly put the messy turkey I baked into his little house before he comes back. How can I get in, you ask?If a slum house has a good door... I don't think it will be too long before it breaks.

Watching him eat the turkey that may not taste very good in surprise is the most satisfying moment for me.

Thanks to him, my turkey roasting skills are getting better and better.

It sounds a lot like a brainless nymphomaniac who has a crush on a male god, okay... I admit that although I say shame on my mouth, my body feels unexpectedly pleasant.

Because, it's nice to see his smile.

After that is the last thing I want to see, he embarked on the road of revenge.

It was a group of about 500 people and had a considerable status in the slums.

And he was alone.

I don't know how he did it, there was no trace of him at that time.When I found him occasionally, he was also injured.

I worry about him all the time, but at the same time I hate my cowardly self so much that I can't help him at all.

By the time I caught him again, the legend of the 500 people in the slums no longer existed.

I don't know what he has experienced, and I will selectively forget the heaviness he has experienced, because I saw his clear sea blue eyes again, and that is enough.

Isn't it selfish, so... I can only stand in the shadows.

It has been two years since he went ashore, and I have followed him for two years. He... is really a very gentle person.Whether he found me, I don't know, and I don't care.

I'm getting married in two months, with a girl who also has blue eyes, although not as exciting as him, but full of enthusiasm.I heard that the girl also suffered from unrequited love, and had always liked a wandering elf to no avail.

Falling in love with them is not our fault, but they are too beautiful to be real.

He may never have known that such a cannon fodder looked at him deeply with such a mood.

Such an ending...not bad at all.

Well, thank you for listening to my story, I hope that girl and I can have a bright future, and I hope they can also find their own happiness.

Goodbye.