Splatoon: Old Hatreds

Counterproductive

Guerilla camp, Octo Valley

Having already gotten used to getting up early, Inker was awake before any of his friends.

Inker expected the same Octolings from before to show up and do someone over the top to wake them up, so he remained awake while letting the others rest.

It would probably be difficult for Kal and Sky to adapt to waking up this early, as for Neon, Inker thought that since she was always so full of energy she could probably pull an all nighter and still be fine.

The clock struck six and Inker could hear the lair coming to life as all the Octarains in the base woke up.

This time however, nobody barged in and assaulted them or anything.

Strange...

'Well we shouldn't keep the Octarians waiting.'

Inker gentily woke up his friends, somewhat glad that Kal and Sky wouldn't have to go through what he and Neon did during their first night here.

Once they were up, the group went for breakfast, where Inker was once again on the lookout for any Octarians trying to pull something.

Nothing, no nails in their seats, no shoulder bumps or anything.

What was happening here?

Actually it looks like the Octarians around them were getting fewer in number.

Inker spent the rest of the day on guard against anything the less friendly Octarians might try to pull but they didn't try anything.

Which meant that Sky and Kal had a peaceful first day in the lair.

Everything here was new to them.

Kal and Sky found the room where the Octarians marched in formation while singing their songs.

"What are those Octotroopers and Octolings doing?"

"Parading or something, not sure why though." Inker replied

Sky tried to think of a reason why the Octarians would need to practice moving together like that but just couldn't, he felt that it was not important, but since he didn't know a thing about combat and kept his mouth shut.

Kal and Sky also passed by a group of Octolings playing what appeared to be soccer, except they used a live Octoball as well... The ball.

As it was kicked about, the Octoball left trails of ink on the ground.

"That looks painful, did you ever try that." Kal asked

"Nope, I don't think I could without hurting myself."

Unless Inker could become dark magenta like the Octolings and Octoball, he could not join in such a sport.

Or he could just find them an actual ball.

Sky took a wild guess that maybe they were using the Octoball as the ball so that it wouldn't feel left out, but as usual he kept his thoughts to himself.

Plus he had already seen all this via Inker's hero suit back then so it wasn't so surprising.

When they travelled to the firing range they immediately noticed that the Octolings had started using Rollers again.

A line of Octolings moved about trying different ways to use the Roller.

Even though a Roller was a new concept for them, they seemed to be more adept in using it compared to Sky.