I'm a Stingray?

Understanding what this situation was leading to, the man holding the bra or differently called, bikini. Shouted out in italy's own respected language. "I didn't take this! I found it!"

A few seconds later, he was pounced by more than a few men while women followed along after, some surrounding the lady who lost her bikini to provide coverage.

Throughout this massive hassle, the bikini was tossed high in the air, which gave Timothy absolutely no other choice but to follow.

About 5 meters high above water, the young one began to struggle left and right with aims to break free from these soft shackles.

Thankfully he wasn't jagged in there too harshly and it took about 5 rapid speed tail movements to break free, even though he had to puncture holes through the bikini.

But the momentum and muscle of that tail was strong enough to toss the bikini about half a meter away from where the boy was falling too, which made the said cloth land over another young lady's head.

While Timmy... well, he landed over a man's head, one of which was giving the accused one a good beating.

Feeling the uncomfortably soft and slimy thing on his head, the man rushed to grab it, hoping it's not a big bad seagull poop.

"Porca putana!" The italian man shouted out as a sharp pain captivated the palm of his hand.

By instinct, the man in his early twenties flung his arm clock-wise under a split second, craving to check out and hold the spot where pain illuminated.

Thankfully, Tim wasn't stuck on this one so that fling projected the boy about 5 meters away. Him being only 0.3 kilograms heavy, aided to reach such a distance with ease.

He landed right in the middle of 5 or so humans, but the area was far less crowded here so the sea pancake faced a belly flop and then sunk in water.

After a couple of curses, he sank deeper in the waters with a couple of harsh slaps against the salt waters, and targeted a pair of feet, landing a blow on one of them before he slipped between the legs, making a dash for it.

...

"That was incredible!" Stacey shouted after the hero blessed their vision. "You were there for a blink and boom boom boom, they all started screaming!"

Wanting to ignore and completely eradicate that he stripped a lady off her bikini by accident, Timmy answered proudly but yet casual. "Well that's what bosses do."

Through his thoughts, the boy cited. "I'm glad this task didn't hurt me, the rest so far always bit me on the ass. Now I'm happier about this task cheating me out of system points."

[We have to remember, you took this task willingly. System did not assign you too.]

[As for your growing embarrassment, don't forget that I can read your mind as well. Likewise, you don't have to be embarrassed. The only thing female about me is my tone, I don't have a body form or even emotion that relates to any specific gender, I am specifically neutral.]

Although the system said to not be embarrassed, everything just backlashed as now he felt even worse and such tangled emotion made him dictate the root of stupidity itself. "Don't worry system, I would never take your bikini."

Still casual in expression and emotion, the system answered. [You can't, I don't have a physical form.]

[I'm literally living in your brain right now. Fair to say, it's not so roomy in here so let's hope you can buy the intelligence upgrades faster.]

"Right right right right." The boy spoke out in that little mind of his, half ignoring what the lady had just said and turned to his friends. "Okay now we need to go."

"Go where?" Osira asked, half confused but also wanting to figure out just how hard the next task will be.

Trying to remember as much as he could, the boy took about a minute before he answered. "Uh some old lady yapped something about a spot being dangerous to swim in, it's full of sharks?"

Living here through her entire 1 year or life, Osira most definitely understood the surroundings here. "Oh I know what you mean but... there is no life there apart from sharks, why go there?"

"I have ideas." Tim spoke out and only shed light towards this cloud of blooming confusion by turning to the light blue fish and asking. "You're a fish that can make big fancy dens, do you know where all the dens are?"

"I do, even the ones that are supposed to be secret. We share information with friends and family, nothing can escape us although we work in small separated groups." At this point this lady went on a bit too long, bragging is a button that can't be deactivated easy.

But it proved what the boy wanted to figure out, bluelip parrotfish know their way around.

So he immediately asked, "If there are hidden dens where sharks can't get in to, then maybe there is life in those dangerous waters."

Unsure but yet still talkative, Stacey explained. "Probably yes, but I wouldn't know that. The 6 month long shark invasion wiped out most fish and we don't really know now where fish live and how many of them are there."

"Because it's hard to go and check." Osira added, sealing the description.

A bit more enthusiastic about it, as they were swimming away he pitched. "Okay well we aren't so many fish so we can sneak our way there and find more recruits, we didn't nearly get enough yet."

Thinking that these are words a loser would say, Osira contradicted. "I wouldn't say that, I mean those dungeness crabs are the strongest ones you ever recruited, not so many in this reef could fight them and win."

"But Alba has recruited more, not to mention the tunafish are bigger than any fish we had recruited, her group is more powerful and I don't like it at all." Such a statement is heavy to comprehend but yet it proved that the boy can use that little brain of his. "That many fish along with the hidden village's location, can't be trusted on her fins."