As the first light of dawn filtered softly into Astraa’s room, it stirred a chorus of groans from the beds. Lykaa and Amara, their heads pounding with the weight of the previous night's indulgence, stirred reluctantly from their slumber.

  "Astraa, for the love of mercy, close the window screen. My head feels as though it’s splitting in two," Lykaa muttered, attempting, with great effort, to sit upright. Amara, equally afflicted, murmured her solemn vow to never again partake in alcohol.

  Astraa, however, found herself in a playful mood. A mischievous smile danced on her lips as she observed her friends’ plight. "The window screen, you say? Is the sunlight truly too much to bear?" she teased, pulling the screen wider to flood the room with even more light.

  "Oh, Astraa, not this again. You truly have a heart of stone," Lykaa groaned, exasperation evident in her voice, while Amara, seeking any form of escape, burrowed beneath the safety of her blanket. Astraa, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, found herself quietly entertained by the hangover-induced theatrics of her companions.

  A sudden knock at the door interrupted the morning's spectacle, and in stepped Vysag, his presence as cheerful as the sunlight that now flooded the room.

  "Good morning, ladies! I bring you salvation," he declared, holding out a large jug of water.

  "Hydrate yourselves; you'll feel better soon enough. I just came from Flanco’s room—he’s in much the same state as you. Drink plenty of this, and then come down and join us for breakfast."

  Lykaa, her face still buried in her hands, groaned miserably. "I can’t even fathom the idea of leaving this room. I think I'll pass on breakfast."

  Amara, equally disinclined to face the world, murmured her agreement. "Yes, I believe I’ll remain here as well."

  Vysag, resolute in his mission to aid his beleaguered companions, offered a few wise words. "I’m no expert on alcohol, but Akagoan always swears by the curative power of a hearty breakfast. It’s the surest way to recover."

  "Akagoan?" Astraa’s interest was piqued, her expression inquisitive.

  "Yes, he’s already returned to Sir Filic’s cabin," Vysag confirmed. "So, Astraa, bring these two along, and I’ll tend to Flanco."

  Astraa, nodded and turned to her bedridden friends with a no-nonsense air. "You heard him. Time to rise, both of you." With firm yet gentle hands, she set about coaxing the reluctant Lykaa and Amara from the refuge of their beds, much to their dismay.

  Astraa led the way, gently ushering the groggy Amara and Lykaa into the familiar and comforting confines of Sir Filic's cabin.

  Inside, Flanco was already seated at the long, wooden dining table, his face betraying the lingering effects of the previous night’s indulgence.

  But what caught Astraa’s eye was Akagoan, sitting beside Vysag, his expression warm and inviting as he greeted her with a sincere smile. Astraa, unable to resist, returned the gesture with a subtle, friendly smile of her own.

  As Sir Filic set the table with a hearty breakfast, the conversation naturally drifted toward the revelry of the night before.

  With a knowing smirk, Sir Filic remarked, "I hear you young ladies enjoyed yourselves quite thoroughly last night." His words, while lighthearted, were met with a mischievous smile from Akagoan that Astraa couldn't help but notice.

  Meanwhile, Flanco, Amara, and Lykaa, still feeling the weight of their indulgence, could only rest their heads wearily on the table, the mere thought of food seemingly too much to bear.

  "Come now, eat up, my boy—and you girls as well," Sir Filic urged, his tone both fatherly and firm.

  "A good meal will set you right." His words, though gentle, carried the wisdom of experience, meant to rouse the wearied trio to take nourishment and hasten their recovery.

  Seizing an opportunity for conversation, Astraa turned her attention to Akagoan.

  "You seem remarkably well. Were you not drinking even before we arrived last night?" she inquired, her gaze unwavering as it met Akagoan's.

  Akagoan responded with a somewhat sheepish smile, but before he could speak, Sir Filic erupted into hearty laughter.

  "Ah, Akagoan here is built like a beast," he explained, his amusement evident. "He can drink all he wants and still rise fresh, provided he gets a decent night’s sleep.

  It’s one of the many reasons why Lady Sila disapproves of us drinking together."

  "Enough!" Lady Sila interjected with playful reproach.

  "It’s not Akagoan I’m concerned about. That boy can drink through the night and still sail the seas alone the next day. But you," she pointed at Sir Filic, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "you need a full week to recover from your indulgences."

  Her jest drew hearty laughter from Astraa and Vysag, both clearly entertained by the banter.

  Meanwhile, Akagoan, though he wore a gentle smile, seemed somewhat withdrawn, avoiding prolonged eye contact and keeping his attention fixed on his meal.

  Astraa couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in his demeanor, though she chose not to dwell on it at the time.

  With her usual wit, Astraa steered the conversation back to Akagoan. "Akagoan," she began with a sly smile, "you did promise Lykaa and Amara that you’d train them, did you not?"

  "Yes, of course, I remember. I would be glad to assist," he said, though his gaze rarely lifted to meet Astraa's before he quickly resumed his focus on his breakfast.

  Lady Sila, her warmth contrasting Akagoan's quiet withdrawal, chimed in with a teasing remark.

  "Ah, so he promised to train you, did he? It seems our dear Akagoan has finally made friends." Her playful tone brought a smile to Astraa's lips, though the quiet shift in Akagoan's behavior still tugged at her curiosity.

  Lykaa, her voice weighed down by the remnants of the previous night's revelry, spoke up.

  "Akagoan, I truly appreciate your offer to train us," she began, rubbing her temples lightly. "But might we delay our session until tomorrow? My head is pounding, and I fear I’d be of little use today."

  Amara, who appeared equally burdened by the aftereffects of their revelry, added, "Yes, Akagoan, we are most grateful for your offer, but this headache seems to have claimed me for the day."

  "Of course, we can begin tomorrow. Rest and recover; I will be here when you are ready."

  Despite his kind and obliging words, Astraa could not dispel the sense that Akagoan was holding something back. There was a palpable shift in his demeanor since the previous day when they had spoken privately. With subtle intent, she sought to uncover the cause of this change.

  "Concerning your fishing," she ventured, her tone measured, "won't training Lykaa and Amara during the day interfere with your usual routines at sea?"

  Akagoan's reply was immediate. "No, it won't be an issue. I fish during the night, leaving my days free. I can manage both the training and my fishing without any difficulty."

  Astraa found herself unable to unravel the mystery behind Akagoan's sudden change in demeanor. She had seen him interact warmly with Flanco upon her arrival and even exchange sincere smiles when Sir Filic jested about Lykaa and Amara. Yet, when it came to conversing with her, an inexplicable distance and unease seemed to shroud him.

  Though still puzzled by Akagoan's altered behavior, Astraa chose to set her concerns aside for the time being.

  Lady Sila, inquired, "So, Vysag, what plans have you laid out for your friends today?"

  "I had intended to take everyone out to sea on my boat today. However, considering the condition of Flanco, Amara, and Lykaa, I doubt they’re quite ready for such an adventure."

  Astraa’s eyes brightened with excitement. "Wait, you were planning to take us to sea?" she exclaimed, her tone quickly turning to playful reproach as she addressed her companions. "Why did you all have to indulge so heavily last night?"

  Flanco, Amara, and Lykaa seemed less enthused. Flanco, in a lethargic voice, replied, "Relax, we can go tomorrow. Let’s just rest today."

  Astraa, clearly unsatisfied, retorted, "You may rest, but what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

  Sir Filic, interjected with a chuckle. "Come now, Vysag. Astraa is eager to go. Why not take her today, and you can bring the others along tomorrow?"

  Vysag hesitated before speaking. "You see, I rely on the help of a few fishermen to take my boat to sea, and they’ve generously offered their assistance today without charge. However, if I seek their aid now, I doubt they’ll be inclined to come again tomorrow when Flanco, Amara, and Lykaa are ready for the trip."

  Astraa, hearing this, shot a sharp glance at Lykaa, Amara, and Flanco, clearly frustrated that their revelry had cost her the chance to experience the sea.

  As she sat at the breakfast table, her disappointment was unmistakable.

  Lady Sila, ever attuned to the emotions of others, gently placed a hand on Astraa's shoulder and whispered comfortingly, "Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll see what can be done."

  Turning her attention to Vysag, Lady Sila spoke with a tone both firm and kind. "Just because you can’t take the boat out without assistance doesn’t mean Astraa should be deprived of her adventure."

  Sir Filic couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the unfolding turn of events. "Indeed, she’s right," he said between chuckles. "We have someone right here who could easily manage a boat on his own without breaking a sweat."

  His eyes glinted mischievously as they settled on Akagoan, who remained seemingly indifferent to the conversation.

  Vysag, puzzled by the sudden shift, remarked, "Wait, but Akagoan’s boat is quite small, only built for two."

  Lady Sila, her smile contagious, responded, "Well then, it seems fitting. Only Akagoan and Astraa shall set sail today, while the rest can enjoy their adventure tomorrow."

  She then turned to Astraa with a warm, inquiring look. "Does this arrangement suit you, dear?"

  Astraa hesitated for a brief moment before answering, "Yes, but..." Her gaze shifted to Akagoan, eagerly awaiting his response.

  Lady Sila, attentive to Astraa's feelings, promptly interjected, "Do not concern yourself with him. Akagoan, you will be her guide, will you not?"

  Astraa observed Akagoan closely as he replied, "Yes, I will ensure she is well taken care of. I have no objections." Though Astraa sensed a hint of reserve in his demeanor, she felt a wave of relief that he had consented to accompany her on her maritime adventure.

  Vysag then commented, "Well, it seems Akagoan will be your guide for the day. I hope you find joy upon the sea; it is the lifeblood of Tadu afterall."

  "Thank you, Vysag. I shall endeavor to learn all I can about the sea and its significance to your people," Astraa responded earnestly.

  "Akagoan, lead her forth and reveal the true splendor of Tadu," Sir Filic declared, giving his blessing to their excursion.

  With that, Akagoan guided Astraa to his modest cabin where his boat lay moored.

  "Here, take my hand," he instructed, assisting her into the boat before remaining on the dock himself.

  Astraa, somewhat perplexed, inquired, "Why do you not join me?"

  Akagoan responded with a smile, "Well, someone must push the boat off, don’t you think?"

  Feeling a tinge of embarrassment for her earlier question, Astraa offered a sheepish grin. Akagoan then proceeded to push the boat until the waves embraced it, and only then did he board, joining her in the vessel.

  While the waves near the shore were of a gentle and placid nature, they grew increasingly tempestuous as they ventured farther into the open sea. Akagoan, stationed at the stern of the boat, exerted his strength upon the oars, his presence a steadying force amid the mounting swells. He advised Astraa to clutch the sides of the vessel with unwavering resolve.

  "It may appear daunting at first," he murmured with a soothing tone, "but once you accustom yourself to its rhythm, you shall come to behold its true majesty."

  Astraa, however, grappled with her composure. She clung desperately to the boat’s edge, her heart pounding with every surging wave that tossed the vessel in erratic fashion.

  As a particularly formidable swell crashed over them, inundating her with a torrent of briny water and leaving her drenched and breathless, Astraa turned to Akagoan with a mixture of exasperation and awe.

  "Will our entire voyage be like this..." she began to ask, but her question was interrupted by another immense wave crashing over them. Emerging from the deluge, Astraa was left soaked and disheveled, her typically resolute demeanor replaced by one of stunned disbelief.

  Akagoan, in stark contrast, found amusement in the spectacle and laughed heartily.

  "This truly isn’t amusing," Astraa retorted, her voice tinged with frustration. "I thought that wave might well have been our undoing. This is far from what I anticipated."

  "Hold on," Akagoan replied with a trace of incredulity, "you were aware of the Valendeya seas' fierce reputation, were you not? Were you not forewarned?"

  "I was indeed," Astraa responded, her voice tinged with resignation. "But I reasoned that, given your frequent ventures upon these very waters, the experience would not be so dire."

  She continued with a grumble, "I must lay the blame squarely upon Vysag. 'Enjoy the sea,' he said. 'It’s a thing of beauty,' he said. Yet here I am, grappling for survival." She clutched the boat's rails with renewed fervor.

  "Astraa," Akagoan said with a voice as steady as the waves he mastered, "the sea may indeed strike fear into those who perceive it as a vast, cold abyss, yet it is also a domain teeming with infinite possibilities."

  He extended his hand with a gesture of unwavering assurance. "Come, place your hand in mine."

  Astraa, still trembling from the tumultuous waves, made her way cautiously toward him. With great care, Akagoan drew her close, helping her to sit beside him with a gentle, reassuring touch. Her movements were unsteady, her nerves clearly frayed by the storm’s relentless embrace.

  "Reflect, if you will, upon your initial ambitions to become a warrior," Akagoan continued, his voice imbued with a deep, resonant calm.

  "You must have been beset by countless fears and doubts, yet you persevered with unyielding determination. Look upon yourself now—a formidable warrior in the making. The sea, to us fishermen, mirrors this journey. It may appear terrifying, but the more fiercely you grapple with it, the more abundantly it bestows its rewards."

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  Astraa found a measure of solace in Akagoan's encouraging words, but her moment of calm was abruptly shattered as another colossal wave crashed against their boat. Startled, she let out a shriek, much to Akagoan's amusement, who erupted into laughter.

  "I never imagined the fierce Astraa would produce such a cry!" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

  "I did not scream," Astraa replied, her expression one of indignation, "you must have conjured that sound amidst the cacophony of the waves."

  Akagoan’s grin widened, mischief dancing in his demeanor. "Ah, so you would not object if I were to regale your friends with a tale of your fright?"

  "Do not even think of it! That would be your undoing," Astraa declared, her irritation evident.

  "Very well, then. Hold my hand," Akagoan instructed, drawing closer.

  Astraa hesitated, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What… why?"

  "You would prefer not to embarrass yourself with another shout, would you? Thus, take my hand," he urged gently, intertwining his fingers with hers.

  A colossal wave, more formidable than any they had previously encountered, reared menacingly on the horizon.

  Astraa’s breaths grew shallow and rapid, her heart pounding with the ferocity of the tempestuous sea. In her growing trepidation, she gripped Akagoan’s hand with an ironclad hold. As the towering wave loomed closer, she shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the impending deluge.

  Yet, to her astonishment, the anticipated torrent of water never came. When she dared to open her eyes, she beheld a most wondrous sight—Akagoan, with an expression of serene assurance, had summoned forth his healing barrier. The formidable shield shimmered with an ethereal glow, effortlessly deflecting the wave’s thunderous onslaught.

  "Fear not, Astraa," Akagoan’s voice rang out with a soothing confidence, his smile imbued with warmth and sincerity.

  "I pledged to Sir Filic and Lady Sila that you would remain safe, and I have no intention of breaking that vow."

  As he released her hand, the intensity of the storm seemed to recede in the face of his calm resolve.

  Astraa, her heart lightened by his protective gesture, returned his smile with one of heartfelt gratitude. The storm raged on around them, but within the sanctum of the boat, a newfound sense of security had taken hold.

  Astraa, her gaze sweeping over the tumultuous expanse of the sea, inquired with a genuine note of curiosity, "Is this the locale where you undertake your fishing? It seems exceedingly perilous just to stand here. How do you manage, especially given that the others typically operate in groups?"

  "Fish here? No, indeed. This is the domain of other fishermen who cast their nets. My fishing expeditions lead me far beyond these waters," Akagoan elucidated.

  "Are we venturing to those more distant and treacherous areas?" Astraa's voice conveyed a trace of apprehension.

  "Is that the voice of the indomitable Astraa quavering with fear of the sea’s embrace?" Akagoan teased with a hint of amusement.

  "What? No, it’s merely a matter of not wishing to be a burden to you," Astraa responded hastily.

  "If it is I you are concerned about, rest assured I am quite capable," Akagoan continued with a playful inflection.

  Astraa muttered with a touch of dramatic resignation, "You’ve resolved to bring about my demise, haven’t you? Well, at least I shall not face this fate alone."

  Akagoan's laughter rippled through the air, clearly entertained by Astraa’s reaction.

  "Astraa, we have arrived," he declared as he guided the boat into a haven of relative calm upon the sea.

  "Is this truly the final destination?" Astraa marveled, taking in the serenity of the waters after their tumultuous journey. "You were right, Akagoan; this tranquility is quite soothing."

  A glint of mischief sparkled in Akagoan's eyes. "Ah, Astraa, you are mistaken. This is merely where the other fishermen cease their labors. Our expedition has only just commenced."

  Astraa’s eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait, what?" she began to inquire, but before she could complete her thought, Akagoan resumed his vigorous rowing.

  "Astraa, hold fast. The waves ahead are most treacherous," he warned with an impish grin.

  "Wait, no!" Astraa cried out, her instincts driving her to grasp Akagoan’s arms with desperate fervor. A menacing series of waves reared up ahead.

  "Akagoan, if I meet my end here, I shall hold you solely responsible!" she lamented, her voice trembling as the waves drew near.

  "Close your eyes and trust me," Akagoan advised with calm assurance, his hands steady as he invoked his healing barrier. Astraa obediently shut her eyes, while the cacophony of the waves battering the boat and the relentless assault against Akagoan’s shield filled her ears.

  Her grip on his arm tightened with every jolt of the boat.

  At last, after an extended tumult of sound and sensation, a soothing quiet enveloped them.

  "You may release my arms now," Akagoan said, his voice laced with playful reproach. "I asked you to hold on, not to rend my limbs from their sockets."

  Astraa shot back with a huff, "Well, it’s your fault for putting me through this ordeal!" Her pout was unmistakable, though it was tempered by the lingering thrill of their adventure.

  "Cease your pouting and behold the sea now," Akagoan instructed with a gentle tone.

  Astraa, her curiosity piqued, slowly parted her eyelids to reveal a scene of unparalleled tranquility. The sea stretched out before them, bathed in the soft, golden hues of the setting sun, while a tender breeze whispered across the water.

  "This is simply mesmerizing. It defies description," Astraa exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine wonder as she rose to fully immerse herself in the breathtaking panorama.

  Her eyes drank in the serene, boundless expanse of the ocean, and she could hardly contain her awe.

  "Wait, this is the extent of our journey, is it not? We shan't venture any further, I trust?" she queried, casting a hopeful glance toward Akagoan.

  "Indeed, this is the end of our voyage," Akagoan affirmed, his smile tranquil and reassuring. "Recline and savor the splendor before you."

  Astraa, enchanted by the serene beauty surrounding them, mused aloud, "This calmness is beyond my expectations. I had not anticipated such serenity at this depth of the sea."

  "Many fishermen shy away from the risks of venturing this far, daunted by the treacherous journey. Yet, what they fail to grasp is that the rewards are profound. Here, the fish we capture are rare and the waters are far more tranquil, making their harvest far more bountiful."

  He cast a contemplative glance over the serene expanse, as if revealing a cherished secret. Astraa's curiosity was thoroughly aroused, her eyes bright with anticipation.

  "It’s quite amusing," he remarked.

  "What is?" Astraa inquired, leaning forward, her hazel eyes sparkling with intrigue.

  A mischievous grin played upon Akagoan’s lips. "It’s simply that, of all the fishermen in Tadu, you are the sole individual besides myself who has ventured this far into the sea."

  Astraa's lips curled into a smile. "In that case, I’m rather pleased, given the trials you subjected me to," she said, her tone laced with playful reproach. Both shared a lighthearted laugh, savoring the unique adventure they had shared.

  As their laughter waned, Astraa regarded Akagoan with earnest, shimmering hazel eyes.

  "This side of you is quite endearing. You should allow it to shine more frequently."

  Akagoan, intrigued by her words, replied, "You’re aware of the reasons behind my previous brusqueness, are you not? We discussed it last night."

  Astraa shook her head, her chestnut hair cascading softly around her face. "I wasn't referring to you how you were just now. I meant the demeanor you’ve shown this morning."

  "Today?" Akagoan inquired, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "You refer to this morning at breakfast? Wasn’t I the same then?"

  Astraa's gaze softened as she elaborated, "No, you were not. You appeared somewhat aloof, responding only to inquiries as though you wished to be left in solitude."

  Akagoan leaned back, a lighthearted grin gracing his features. "You have known me for but two days, and our exchanges began only last night, yet you speak as though we share a lifetime of familiarity. I must confess, I am far from a morning enthusiast, and having shared so candidly with someone I’d only just met, I must admit there was a certain awkwardness in encountering you over breakfast this morning."

  Astraa couldn’t suppress a chuckle. "You, sure can be rather weird."

  Akagoan arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "Weird, you say? Do you know what weird fellows like myself might do?"

  Astraa, indulging in the playful banter, leaned in with a sly smile. "Do tell."

  Without warning, Akagoan began to gently rock the boat, prompting Astraa to cling to the sides with laughter.

  "Well, for one, they might engage in such antics," he declared with a wide grin.

  Astraa’s laughter bubbled forth uncontrollably. "Cease this at once, Akagoan! I apologize—you're not weird, truly."

  Akagoan's laughter mingled with hers before he sobered slightly.

  "You can be a real fool sometimes," Astraa remarked, her frown betraying her amusement.

  Leaning in closer, Akagoan's eyes locked onto hers with a teasing warmth. "Ah, an impertinent fool, am I? One whom, it seems, you have grown quite fond of."

  Astraa, her vexation dissolving into mirth, retorted with a playful smirk, "At this very moment, you are the most irksome individual in all the world."

  Akagoan, ever ready to continue their light-hearted exchange, grinned mischievously. "Oh, is that so?"

  Astraa's laughter burst forth anew, and she quickly sought to amend her words. "No, no, I am sorry."

  A broad grin spread across Akagoan's face as he reveled in the shared jest, embracing the rare camaraderie amid the vast sea's undulating embrace.

  "Shall we return to shore?" Akagoan inquired.

  Astraa gazed out over the tranquil expanse of the sea and sighed wistfully.

  "Just a while longer, if you please. It’s not as though I can make such a voyage every day, you know?"

  “I comprehend your longing to relish this rare experience. However, you may return tomorrow, for Vysag will accompany your friends on this very journey.”

  Astraa contemplated this for a moment before responding, “I doubt I shall venture again.”

  Akagoan, his curiosity piqued, inquired, “And why is that?”

  Astraa explained with a hint of exasperation, “Firstly, I would have to endure those tumultuous waves once more. Moreover, despite that ordeal, we would not reach this far into this serene expanse with Vysag, rendering the trip rather pointless.”

  Akagoan nodded thoughtfully, his gaze returning to the serene sea. “Very well, Astraa. Take as much time as you wish.”

  He then retrieved his pipe, lit it with a practiced hand, and inhaled deeply, his eyes transfixed on the peaceful horizon as he luxuriated in the solitude and tranquility of the moment.

  In the stillness of their surroundings, Astraa inquired with genuine interest, “What compels you to pursue your fishing exclusively under the cover of night?”

  Akagoan, leisurely drawing on his pipe, took a contemplative pause before he answered, “The night possesses a certain allure. The moon casts its silvery light over the boundless sea, and it is just me, enveloped in its vastness. After securing my catch, I find solace in the night sky, enjoying a solitary bottle of ale. At times, I even find myself drifting into slumber upon the boat. When dawn breaks, I return.

  Though you now appreciate the sea's beauty, it is under the nocturnal canopy, with stars shimmering upon the waters, that it reveals its most enchanting spectacle.”

  Astraa observed him with a blend of curiosity and admiration. “You find joy in the serenity of nature and the simple pleasures of existence.”

  Akagoan, with a contented smile, continued to savor the tranquility of the moment, his enjoyment of the quiet beauty around them evident in his demeanor.

  As the sun cast its golden farewell upon the horizon, Akagoan and Astraa remained aboard the boat, embraced by the gentle lull of the sea. A glimmer of curiosity ignited in Astraa's hazel eyes, prompting her to break the serene silence.

  "We have been adrift for quite some time," she remarked, "and though I am no seasoned fisherman, I have yet to glimpse any of those rare and exotic fish you are known to catch ?"

  A playful grin curved Akagoan's lips. "Ah, Astraa, that is because you need to look much deeper," he replied enigmatically.

  Intrigued, Astraa peered into the depths below, only to find a multitude of the more common fish swimming about.

  "I see none of the rarities you speak of," she confessed, her brow furrowing in perplexity.

  “Look harder,” Akagoan instructed with a knowing smile. Before Astraa could respond, he nimbly shifted her aside and plunged into the sea with remarkable grace.

  “AKAGOAN!!!” Astraa’s alarmed cry resonated across the waves as he vanished beneath the surface. Alone upon the boat, Astraa's voice trembled with anxiety.

  “Akagoan, emerge this instant! I assure you, I will be most displeased,” she called out, her words fading into the vastness of the sea with no reply forthcoming.

  As her concern grew into a palpable dread, she shouted again, “Akagoan, cease your games and return at once!” The sea remained unresponsive, its calm surface undisturbed.

  Suddenly, a colossal fish surged from the depths, hurtling toward her. Astraa recoiled in shock, collapsing onto the boat. When she managed to collect herself, she discovered a blue-crowned fish writhing beside her. Recoiling in horror, she watched as the creature continued its erratic, almost comical struggle on the deck.

  "Frightened by a mere fish, are you?" Akagoan’s voice, rich with amusement, floated to her as he emerged from the water, shaking his damp hair free and reappearing with an air of nonchalance behind her.

  "You truly are a trial," Astraa chided, her vexation unmistakable. "One moment, you're the epitome of serenity, and the next, you're entirely unpredictable."

  "Ah, but you sought to learn the secret of my catch, and I have merely presented it to you," Akagoan replied with a roguish smile.

  "This is my offering—take it with good grace."

  "I have no desire for it," Astraa shot back, which only served to amuse the playful fisherman further.

  With a frown, Astraa continued, “Cease your laughter, Akagoan. You cannot simply vanish without a word, leaving me in such a state.”

  Akagoan, unrepentant, replied, "I had no choice in the matter."

  "Had no choice?!" Astraa's exasperation was unmistakable in her voice.

  "Precisely. Had I forewarned you, I would have deprived myself of the delight of witnessing this charming expression upon your countenance," he remarked, relishing the moment.

  “Silence, Akagoan,” Astraa countered, though a hint of a smile revealed her concealed amusement.

  Unfazed by her retort, Akagoan casually removed his shirt, using it to dry himself against the edge of the boat.

  "Ah, that was a splendid swim," he proclaimed with an air of satisfaction.

  Astraa averted her gaze as Akagoan remained shirtless. Her momentary discomfort gave way to curiosity as her eyes were drawn to a prominent scar upon his chest—a mark she had noticed upon their initial meeting. Despite her intrigue, she refrained from broaching the subject.

  "Astraa, shall we make our way back? Your friends might be growing concerned for you," Akagoan proposed, gently interrupting the reflective silence.

  "Yes, certainly," Astraa replied, her eyes avoiding direct contact with his. Her thoughts lingered on the enigma concealed beneath that scar as they prepared to return.

  As Akagoan skillfully guided the boat back to shore, Astraa, seated behind him, found her gaze drawn to a series of scars that adorned his back. A stir of curiosity ignited within her warrior instincts, urging her to uncover the origins of those marks. Yet, the decorum instilled in her as a young woman rendered her uneasy about examining a man's physique in such a manner. Nevertheless, the warrior within her longed to unravel the tales behind those scars.

  Upon closer inspection, she noticed a particular scar on his back that mirrored the one on his chest, suggesting a piercing encounter. Astraa found herself caught in a conflict between her desire to inquire and her discomfort with the subject, leaving her in a state of hesitation.

  Enveloped in her contemplation, Astraa was unaware of Akagoan’s subtle shift until he, with a swift motion, draped his shirt over his shoulders. The realization dawned upon her, and she was left blushing with embarrassment, remaining silent for the remainder of their voyage.

  She muttered to herself, chiding her inadvertent scrutiny.

  As the boat finally touched the shore, Akagoan turned to her with a deliberate grace.

  Breaking the silence with a measured tone, he addressed her. “Astraa,” he began.

  Startled by his sudden address, Astraa responded promptly, “Yes, Akagoan?”

  He offered a candid smile.

  “You might think that I brought you to the sea solely at Sir Filic’s behest, but the truth is, I found great pleasure in it myself.”

  Astraa's expression softened into a relieved smile as she responded, “Thank you, Akagoan,” .

  A brief pause ensued, the silence brimming with anticipation until Akagoan spoke once more. “Well…”

  Eager to learn more, Astraa prompted, “What is it?”

  Akagoan’s voice took on a gentle, inviting tone. “Since Vysag will be escorting your friends tomorrow, would you care for a tour with me instead?”

  Astraa’s eyes sparkled with playful intrigue. “Truly? The infamous Akagoan, playing the tour guide?” she teased, to which Akagoan responded with a genuine and warm smile.

  “But indeed, I would cherish that opportunity,” she added, her anticipation of exploring more of Tadu with Akagoan growing.

  As Akagoan skillfully navigated the boat to a gentle halt upon the shore, he extended his arm with grace to assist Astraa in her descent.

  Yet, Astraa hesitated momentarily, a fleeting thought crossing her mind. Her sly smile hinted at a mischievous intent as she bent down to retrieve the sizable blue-crowned fish Akagoan had caught for her.

  “Did you truly believe I would leave this behind?” she said playfully, her tone light and teasing. Akagoan met her jest with a knowing smirk, delighting in her spirited nature.

  As they ambled along the shore, they were struck by the unusual desolation of the area.

  They had anticipated at least Vysag to be present to greet them, especially given that Lykaa, Amara, and Flanco were likely engaged in recuperating from the previous night's revelry.

  Astraa’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she proposed, “Permit me to take this opportunity to surprise Amara and Lykaa with this splendid catch.”

  Her wicked grin spoke of the delight she envisioned in startling her disheveled friends with such an impressive specimen.

  She made her way toward the cottage, though the unwieldy fish obscured her line of sight and proved somewhat cumbersome.

  Observing her struggle, Akagoan offered his aid with a hint of amusement. “Allow me to relieve you of this burden,” he suggested, stifling a chuckle at her comical efforts to navigate with the oversized fish.

  Yet, Astraa was resolute in her desire to claim the glory of the moment. “No, this triumph is mine alone!” she declared with a touch of pride, her diminutive figure rendered almost comical beneath the imposing fish as she advanced with determined strides.

  Upon arriving at the cottage, Astraa rapped gently upon the door. After an extended silence, she deduced that her friends remained ensconced in the depths of slumber.

  “These girls are still abed,” she remarked, a mischievous glimmer illuminating her eyes. “Allow me to enter and rouse them.” She returned the fish to Akagoan with a playful admonition, “Do not dare to abscond with it, Akagoan,” a warning he acknowledged with a nod and a faint frown of disappointment.

  After a spell, Astraa reemerged from the cottage, her brow furrowed in perplexity. “There is no one within,” she declared, her confusion palpable.

  “These girls claimed they would not venture to the sea due to their throbbing headaches, yet where could they have gone?” she murmured to herself, grappling with the mystery of their absence.

  Akagoan suggested, "Let us venture forth to Flanco's cottage." Yet, upon their arrival, they found it devoid of life; Flanco appeared to have mysteriously vanished.

  "It seems they have recovered, and Vysag must have whisked them away to some destination," Akagoan mused.

  "Let us return to Sir Filic's cabin; he may possess some knowledge regarding their whereabouts."

  Astraa, ever playful and eager to brandish the fish as a trophy, extended her hand with a flourish, declaring, "Bestow it upon me."

  Akagoan, however, wore an expression of mild annoyance as he responded, "I shall retain possession of it until we arrive at the cabin. You would only hinder our progress." Astraa trailed behind, her signature pout firmly in place.

  Upon arriving at Sir Filic’s cabin, Akagoan and Astraa were met with the sight of the door ajar. Setting the fish gently at the threshold, Akagoan advanced with measured steps into the interior.

  As they crossed the entrance, Lady Sila emerged in a hurried flurry, her face a portrait of relief as she embraced them both.

  "Oh, thank the heavens you are safe!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with gratitude.

  "Pray, what has transpired?" Akagoan asked with urgency, his brow furrowed in concern. "Where is Sir Filic?"

  Lady Sila, her breath still coming in ragged bursts, recounted the events with palpable anxiety.

  "Not long after you departed and Flanco, Amara, and Lykaa withdrew to their rooms, Vysag set out on his customary stroll towards the city. Shortly thereafter, one of Vysag’s acquaintances, a fisherman of his circle, arrived here in great haste.

  He brought news of dire straits: Vysag had encountered trouble with some Rhanda warriors. Sir Filic, upon hearing this, acted swiftly, but I implored him not to venture forth alone.

  Thus, he took Flanco along for aid. It seems Lykaa and Amara, having caught wind of the situation, must have accompanied them. Yet, an inordinate amount of time has passed, and there is no word from any of them," she detailed, her voice trembling with concern.

  "Where were Vysag and his company last seen?" Akagoan pressed, his concern mounting.

  "Near the tavern," Lady Sila replied.

  Akagoan, his determination unwavering, addressed Lady Sila with a steady voice, saying, "Do not fret. I shall bring them back. Astraa, remain here with Lady Sila."

  However, Astraa, unyielding in her spirit, countered, "Not a chance. I shall accompany you," her declaration resolute.

  With a resigned sigh, Akagoan murmured under his breath, "Why do I even bother?"

  As they made their way toward the city, Lady Sila observed their departure, her heart a blend of anxiety and gratitude for their steadfastness.