Hearing this, Twelve Arms hurriedly waved its limbs and rejected, "Blood is bad, don't fight. Seven Arms, you can't be the new leader. It'll be better to give the position to the peace-loving one-eyed octopus. You'd be better off as a soldier. You can act if the tribe is in danger."
The seven-armed octopus' mouth fell open. A look of disbelief was etched on its round head.
It wanted to opposite, but after comparing their body sizes, it withered away decisively.
One-eyed was overjoyed, and it said happily, "Brother Twelve Arms really is fair. Indeed, if Seven Arms were to become the leader, how many octopuses would die? My idea is better. As long as every octopus has a jar to live in, it will be peaceful in the sea."
"He he, you really are naive. If you hide in a jar every day, when the moon falls down, you'll have nowhere to hide…" The black cat Tom shook its head and pretended to be worried.
