The two men stand, and exit the house one after the other, only to separate; Kenta headed for the town square and Hachi back to work.

He’s a workhorse, Kenta thinks to himself, glancing over at his friend.

…

Exiting the farm, Kenta makes his way to Akira’s fish stall.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever show up. Ahaha.” Akira chuckles, “As promised here is the rod.”

“Thanks, I really owe you.” Kenta says.

“Don’t mention it.” Akira says.

Taking the spare rod and the container full of slimey bait, Kenta turns around and sets off down the main road. Walking down the lonely path, Kenta sees a figure in the distance, a lady, and she’s walking in Kenta’s direction. Upon closer inspection, the perennial woman, was much older than he thought, her pale, wrinkly skin looked rejected. With her greyish-black hair covering her face, as she passes Kenta, he can hear her softly speaking, mumbling words of an unknown tongue. Kenta’s translate ability, couldn’t piece anything together, it was truly creepy. Walking a few more feet, Kenta stops and turns around, but to his astonishment, the old lady, was nowhere to be seen.

…Am I seeing things?

Kenta freezes and stands there for a minute, trying to process what just happen.

I can’t have dreamt that.

Leaving it at that, Kenta continues walking, after heading down the slim dirt trail, he makes his way to the regular fishing spot. Looking across the wide river, Kenta notices that the great tree, that assists in fishing, is missing one of its more prominent branches, causing a hole of light to shine through.

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Settling down by the scenic river banks, Kenta takes out the spare rod and container of bait. Upon opening the bait box, the fresh pinkish-brown wriggling earthworms come in to sight and Kenta picks one up by the tail, he slides it onto the metal hook, and casts it out into the middle of the stream.

Sitting patiently, listening to the wind brushing against leaves and the water bashing against rocks, he waits for a bite. After only a minute, Kenta feels a quick tug, and then again. He pulls, reeling the fish towards him, lifting it and dropping it on the ground. In only a matter of minutes Kenta caught the first fish of the day.

Must be my lucky day.

Casting it again, Kenta quickly catches another fish.

…

After a few hours fishing, Kenta caught a record breaking, 12 fish.

“Hahaha!” Kenta laughs, “You fish are no match for me, Kenta, professional fisher!”

Storing the fish in his pocket dimension, Kenta unsheathes his sword and starts practicing in the nearby environment.

“Yah! Yah! Yah!” Kenta sounds as he swings his sword.

“Hah! Hah! Hah!” Kenta yells as he thrusts his sword.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Kenta shouts as he blocks the invisible enemies. 

Putting down his sword, Kenta puts up his fist, and begins shadow boxing. With lefts, right, hooks and uppercuts, Kenta is dominating his invisible enemies. Finishing up the fight, Kenta punches a nearby tree, as hard as he can.

*Pow*

It splinters, forming a crater in the trunk. Kenta punches again but this time from the side, forming another indent. Repeating his actions Kenta does a full circle, punching a total of six times, nearly knocking it down.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kenta notices a figure standing in the bushes on the other side of the river. With a dark robe covering its face, Kenta can just barely make out some dark hair its face.

Seeing this, Kenta remembers the old lady he saw earlier that day.

No, it couldn’t be, could it?

As he intends to look back at the figure, he notices its gone. Looking around, Kenta can find no trace of the hooded figure, it vanished.

Sitting down on the banks of the river again, Kenta takes out the slippery fish he caught and puts them in a pile to his side, letting the fishy smell spread through the air.

…

Ten minutes later, Kenta hears some soft footsteps coming from behind.

*Rawr*

“I knew you’d show.”