Extinguished Hope
Swoosh!
The calm waves by the Yokohama Port washed into the shore, creating an almost enchanting rhythm to those who were to hear it. From time to time, however, these gentle waves turn to something erratic, almost rhythmless, causing the calm to transition into chaos. A metallic object almost surfaced from the ocean, but it was sucked back before it could even break the water's surface.
Fifteen minutes, that's how long Splatoon had been keeping the submarines underwater. He had long since reached his limit and his body was running on pure adrenaline alone. His heart raced, and buckets of sweat freely flowed from his forehead, trickling on his back.