The Pacifying Huai Army! Personally appointed by the Da Shun Human Emperor, jointly selected by the six ministries of Personnel, Revenue, Rites, War, Punishments, and Works from across the rivers, lands, lakes, and seas of the realm—a ferocious, battle-hardened, outstanding, wise and divi... ahem, in short, an incredibly, incredibly formidable underwater special forces unit!
The Pacifying Huai Army was extraordinarily elusive, appearing and vanishing like ghosts, coming without a shadow and leaving without a trace. Its leading general's pair of fleshy palms had been stained with the blood of countless fish.
In the Jiang Huai Great Marsh, who knew how many fishfolk had silently vanished beneath the waters, only to end up on shore as a great pot of fish head soup.
Sprinkle on some scallions, and it was fresh and delicious.
Such a delicacy.
It might have been you, me, the fish-parents of us all, or our closest friends...
Fat Catfish spoke in a low voice, his gaze solemn and stern. His twin whiskers danced as he pointed at the fish one by one.
Though they had no idea what forming an army had to do with the Ministries of Rites, Punishments, and Works, the moment they heard "fish head soup" and "sprinkle scallions," the pufferfish could not help crying out. Those touched by the long whiskers shivered endlessly, wagging their tails as they backed away by a body length.
"A pair of fleshy palms? Why palms?" Spiky Head interrupted, raising his own short fin in confusion.
Tie Jun lowered his gaze.
Spiky Head shrank his head back.
Spiky glanced back at him. "Let Black Pig finish."
Fat Catfish cleared his throat.
What Brother Spiky Head had said was precisely what he was about to explain.
The reason it was called a pair of palms rather than a pair