Charles suddenly looked up, only to find that the figure above wasn't an enemy, but his navigator, Tuba.
Clutching his right hand, which now had a bleeding puncture wound, he cried out loudly as bubbles escaped his lips.
How did this lunatic get out here? Isn't he afraid of the crushing water pressure?
Charles hurriedly grabbed the madman's collar and dragged him toward the submarine's hatch.
Soon, the space in the decompression chamber, once cleared of seawater, was instantly filled with Tuba's loud, gut-wrenching cries.
"AAAAH!! My hand! My hand hurts so much!"
"I'm bleeding!! Get me a band-aid!!"
"Oh my God!! Somebody save me!"
"Enough!! Stop screaming!" Charles, exasperated, yanked the Black Blade out of his hand. "How the hell did you get down here? Didn't you know it's dangerous out there?"
