🌻 starter for @temperedphoenix
Contrary to popular belief, Kurogane knew how to relax. Theoretically. And fishing was one way he did that, not that there were many chances when one had a full time job protecting Shirasagi Castle from any and all threats.
Since starting his journey he’s had significantly more time to hone the craft, even if it really had just been grabbing whatever he can to make a meal for their party of four (Mokona firmly does not count in his mind, because if she did her appetite would equal at least two full sized human beings).
So actually getting to stretch a line out from the docks and just spend time entirely focused on the exercise has been… nice. Shame they can’t keep the things after the competition but he figures he can always come back after.
Besides. So far he’s been stuck with small fry. “Tch,” he grunts to himself as he reels in another tuna that could hardly make a mouthful. He turns to drop it into his pile and when he does he notices the man next to him and the grip he has on the pole in his hand.
Kurogane puts his own pole over his shoulder to watch. Whatever this guy’s going for is putting up some kind of fight that’s for sure. But the redhead ain’t half bad, well except for the clear opening he just missed.
“Come on, just go for it! Any more and the line’s gonna snap.”














