Mizuki's heart twinges with guilt when she notices the fatigue on his face and the dark circles sagging beneath his eyes.
If not for his fringe, his lack of sleep would have been more obvious on his face. He's hunched over with a limp in his right leg as Mizuki noticed when she saw him hobbling around in front of his store. He isn't as old as his features make him out to be—likely in his late-thirties or early forties.
"Oh, I didn't come to get food. I brought the fish you needed," she says, and then holds out a Sigmane Sea Bass. It has died due to lack of air, either that or the world has immediately categorised it into an obtainable object upon being fished out.
"Are you the new fisherman that's supposed to supply us?" he asks, gently taking the fish into his hands.
