Fukami and Samekichi understood each other. It wasn't obvious, and there wasn't a chance they would ever make it so. But it was there. While the outer image of Fukami hating the other familiar remained, there wasn't anymore dark anger showcasing in his eyes whenever he directed his piercing glare into Samekichi's. The shark himself wouldn't bare his pointed teeth at his octopus frienemy, nor would he puff up like he had used to. The mutual understanding that had once again begun to take root between them after the Sea of Death had attacked the kingdom was deeper than it had been before.
Deeper than before Princess Tosatsu recieved that letter and filled their kingdom with loud cries of "Bun!".
Deeper than before Samekichi was falsely accused of treason and left them.
Deeper than before Fukami, Memoca and almost everyone else believed those accusations and hated him for what he'd not done.
The octopus familiar mentally slapped himself when he heard what had happened between Samekichi, Wadanohara and Sal. Mentally slapped himself for believing that Samekichi, who was so obviously in love with Wadda, would betray her and the place she held so close to her heart. Mentally slapped himself for having trusted Sal, who just a few hours before had emerged with a sadistic smirk on his face, asking if Wadanohara was afraid of him. And soon after that, physically slapped Samekichi for, however unwillingly, having bowed to whatever Sal had said to him.
Of course, he couldn't reveal the reason behind the sharp bap he had given the shark (he had an image to keep up), so his answer to the surprised (and somewhat angry) inquiry had ended with the same glare he always wore, a curt "No particular reason." and a vague hope that he would understand. Samekichi uttered an estranged "Huh?!" at first. Then his mouth stretched into a thin line, before dissolving into a barely noticable smirk. That was all that was needed for Fukami to see that he had understood, and he mentally smirked back at his once again fellow familiar. Wadanohara nervously and confusedly at them both for several moments, waiting for one of them to start a fight, before shaking her head in exaspaseration. Dolphi looked away nervously, muttering about scary friendships. Memoca smiled brightly before suddenly remembering about the matter at hand, starting the adventure up once again.