It truly was a wondrous sensation.
Ruger marveled inwardly. Actually becoming a fish, even one this large, felt rather different from what he had imagined-or from what most people would imagine. Water surrounded him on every side, enclosing him at every moment. That ever-present water enveloped him, yet he was constantly breaking through it. The surging water near the surface made the fish's body tilt, which was only natural, but to his senses, it was like walking along a road that never stopped moving.
Gradually, the scene before him grew clearer. This was what he had been waiting so patiently for. This round-headed fellow counted as a sea beast, and its eyes were better than those of an ordinary fish.
The round-headed fellow was chasing prey.
Ruger quietly observed through its senses, finding it quite fascinating. Its prey was a creature that could leap out of the sea and fly briefly. It was also a hefty specimen, but its body was already wounded.
He also took advantage of the moments above water to examine his surroundings.
Without his noticing, they had already traveled far from his little island.
The pursuit continued. Every time the creature finished gliding through the air and fell back into the water, the gap narrowed. Its dodges and turns displayed considerable intelligence. Ruger did not intervene to interrupt this lengthy hunt. Since he had arrived here, the round-headed fellow had undergone considerable changes. It spent most of its time eating, and its physique had inevitably changed as well, though not drastically. These were subtle, gradual changes. Taking things slowly was a kindness to the host, as well as an approach rooted in symbiosis.
Sometimes Ruger let his awareness drift, and sometimes he exerted a little influence. After all, he could not let the round-headed fellow wander