Swish~
A silver-scaled fish leapt out of the water, its struggle against the icy grip of winter visible in its frantic movements. It tried to break free from the bond in its mouth, but there was no opportunity for it to return to the water. A slender, powerful hand had already gripped it. Only then could one see a string extending from the fish's mouth, connected to a bamboo rod.
"The third one, today's harvest is good!"
The fisherman chuckled as he tossed the silver-scaled fish into his basket. He deftly baited his hook and with a flick of his wrist, cast the line back into the thin layer of ice that had formed on the water surface. He was clad in a straw hat and a waterproof cape.
"You've sat on the bow for more than three hours to catch just three fishes. How can you be smiling?"
