“Do you see that octopus?!” Tōga bellowed, the wind carrying his voice down to the ship where Ghost navigated through the swelling waves. Their recent duel had opened a window into Ghost’s mysterious past, revealing a man timeless yet amnesic, his life a puzzle missing crucial pieces except for his uncanny ability to wield the arcane forces within him. This same prowess now guided him as he steered through the ocean's caprice, his silhouette a steady force against the aquatic behemoth they pursued.
Their mission was clear, yet daunting. The colossal creature before them was the key to fulfilling a quest that promised not only reward but also the vital resources Ghost needed to reclaim his lost identity. Tōga, driven by camaraderie and the thrill of the hunt, had eagerly agreed to this venture, albeit from a different vantage point—aloft, where his stomach could withstand the journey.
“How’s the ship handling the waves? Can you see over them?” Tōga called out again, his concern palpable even from his lofty perch. The sea was unforgiving today, its waves mountainous and menacing, challenging even the most seasoned of sailors. Tōga’s unique perspective from the air offered him a view of the looming threats and the undulating vastness that surrounded their quarry. Though he longed to be more directly involved, Tōga knew his place was in the sky. His battles with motion sickness were well-documented amongst his comrades, a trait humorously at odds with his otherwise formidable nature. Fortunately, Ghost’s posture on the deck spoke volumes of his ability to weather not just the physical tumult but the responsibility of their mission.
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