Memoca, a seagull, zipped through the vast expanse of the Blue Sea, carrying an oversized green bag filled with packages. Despite the weight of the parcels, Memoca was determined to deliver everything on time. She flapped her wings with great effort, pushing herself forward through the air, trying to ignore the ache in her back from the heavy load. As Memoca struggled to deliver the packages, she was growing increasingly frustrated. She was supposed to have help from Nekoyama, her fellow seagull, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, that lazy seagull was likely loafing around, shirking his responsibilities. Memoca couldn't help but feel annoyed. "Ugh... Nekoyama, you useless loaf..." Memoca grumbled to herself as she heaved the heavy green bag over her shoulder. "Always leaving me to do all the work."

As Memoca arrived at the next house, she quickly placed the small package at the doorstep and rang the doorbell. Then, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she took flight, flapping her wings as fast as she could as she ran away. It was a little game she played with herself—how quickly could she get away without being seen by the resident? It was similar to ding-dong-ditching, but with a more innocent intention, as she was just a delivery seagull. Regardless, it added a bit of excitement to her otherwise monotonous job. Memoca continued to laugh to herself as she successfully snuck away from the house, her grin widening with each step. However, her laughter slowly faded as she rifled through her oversized green bag to pull out the next package. Suddenly, her gaze landed on someone—an octopus, to be exact. Memoca's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight. He was imposing, with a delinquent-y aura that sent shivers down her spine. His rough edges made her instinctively take a step back. What was he doing here...?

Then... She had a sudden realization: this intimidating cephalopod would make the perfect addition to their team! With Wadanohara being alone for so long after Samekichi's departure, an added layer of protection was needed. With a determined flap of her wings, Memoca stumbled forward on her two feet and approached the octopus. As she got closer, her heart pounded with a mix of nerves and excitement. What was she doing? "H-heyyy!" she called out, trying to sound confident. "You look strong!"