When only three Main Ball Ships remained at sea, everyone noticed that the clubs' attitudes had clearly changed.
Fat Goose stood on the deck, staring in astonishment at the Dark Cloud Club that gently struck a ship away. "What's going on?"
Maple Sugar swept her gaze across the sea. "That's the last even-numbered Main Ball Ship."
Only Ships No. 1, No. 7, and No. 16 remained on the field.
But just as all the apprentices thought the White Cloud Club would attack the odd-numbered Main Ball Ships next, the Dark Cloud Club did not vanish. The cloud shadow behind the waterfall "watched" the ordinary little boat sliding toward the hole.
That ordinary little boat had no skill capable of changing the situation and was helplessly knocked into the hole.
The cloud shadow raised its right hand and waved, then lifted the Dark Cloud Club again and aimed it at the sole remaining odd-numbered Main Ball Ship.
Fat Goose said dryly, "So... the White Cloud Club really is on our side, right?"
"Looks like it! But only after the Main Ball Ships have been reduced to the last one can this mode activate, where knocking ships into holes lets it keep striking indefinitely." Motorcycle had already begun searching for tools, trying to restore the remaining 80% durability as much as possible.
If this was the mode they were dealing with, then 80% durability would probably not be enough at all!
But Fat Goose still had a question. "But from the way It looks, It doesn't seem particularly heartbroken over that ship either."
The apprentices on that odd-numbered Main Ball Ship did not even have time to make repairs before they had to prepare for the second strike.
All that could be said was that the hitter did not want to destroy