Alright, Yamamoto knows what he has to do. He has to stop thinking about how he is going to do this. He has to do it. For a moment the swordsman stands there, taking several deep breaths. He crouches into the water, weighting his balance between his legs and hips to keep himself from falling over.
He closes his eyes, lets all the thoughts go out of his head, dips his hands in, and holds them there calm and still. He lets the first few things that brush his fingertips go past. He may well be harassing an alien and not know it but his instincts usually steer him right so he is going to trust in that.
Then he feels it, this is it, his gut tells him and he snaps his hands around a wriggling mass with his eyes still closed. Pulling it from the water, he may surge some up and away from him as he raises his body just as quickly.
"I got one!" It is fish-shaped, all the right pieces are there as it flops in his grasp. Except for the eyes, when they look at him Yamamoto is disconcerted, those are very lively looking eyes for a fish.
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He closes his eyes, lets all the thoughts go out of his head, dips his hands in, and holds them there calm and still. He lets the first few things that brush his fingertips go past. He may well be harassing an alien and not know it but his instincts usually steer him right so he is going to trust in that.
Then he feels it, this is it, his gut tells him and he snaps his hands around a wriggling mass with his eyes still closed. Pulling it from the water, he may surge some up and away from him as he raises his body just as quickly.
"I got one!" It is fish-shaped, all the right pieces are there as it flops in his grasp. Except for the eyes, when they look at him Yamamoto is disconcerted, those are very lively looking eyes for a fish.