Chapter 67
The non-salty lake sea. The fresh air. The shining sun! What a hag of a day...
So, I’m at the beach. Why? I wanna know...
Things started yesterday when Firis’ group won a set of fishing gear, along with some other stuff. This made Firis wanting to try fishing, which Bearman gladly agreed to. Wait; fishing, and that all the liquor he has is honey-based... Bearman, you’re closer to them than just the shape?
No matter, the problem’s not that part. It’s that one of Firis’ classmates was the one who told her about a great fishing place they frequently visit, and they wanted to invite her to come along... a yup. You guessed it. The classmate’s a male.
As anyone could guess, Bearman, leading a mob of the strongest workers of the farm, accompanied Firis on her fishing trip, all of them acting like the incarnation of wrath. I attached the fallen angel to their group in case Healing magic is needed, but I fear for the young boy’s future.
Then, Ice-guy wanted to fish as well, but no way he’s gonna get a bite with the troupe of wrathful ogres close by. Mira jumped on the offer to join and dragged me along with her. Whyyy...
Armed with the new prize rod, Ice-guy’s old rod, and the one I bought in town before getting Waning-ed, we sat down on the rocky shore and started fishing. It’s mostly just small fish, except when we got a tire. Why a tire?!
Both Mira and Ice-guy stopped in their tracks when they saw the tire (that I got!!), but they kick-started again after they noticed something. Ice-guy got a bite. A biiiiig one. The rod’s starting to look >-shaped.
"Hey, stop that! Don’t break my new rod!" shouted Ice-guy to today’s big catch. Mira threw away her fishing rod and grabbed her greatsword that was laying on the rocks nearby instead, ready to face whatever Ice-guy’s got. I gave Ice-guy some [Thread Control]-support to pull his fishing rod. And heave, and a ho!
*SPLASH!*
Big!? A big, dark-brown fish, around the size of a moped, flew into the air. It looks more armored than shelly... uh-oh. Either I’m seeing things, or that thing glowed in a way that suspiciously looks like an attack skill... retreat!!