The old Fishman Clan Leader handed his staff to another, the implication was clear.
"Clan Leader, sir!" the trusted Fishman at his side exclaimed.
The old Clan Leader gave a bitter smile to his fellow tribespeople, apologizing with a voice heavy with the weight of years, "I am truly sorry, everyone, I am indeed an incompetent chieftain."
"Our homeland was lost under my watch."
"I knew full well that my daughter was kidnapped by the enemy and subjected to brutal torture, yet I was unable to act immediately."
"In order to save her, I did not hesitate to deceive our allies, betraying my faith and principles."
"Having the opportunity to fight to the death for my redemption is an extraordinary stroke of luck for me."
"Before the battle, I had already drawn up my will."
"Just do as the will instructs."
"Clan Leader... Wuuu." The Fishman around him began to choke up and cry.
