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Yves King quickly assembled his gear, including a face mask, breathing apparatus, flippers, and a small waterproof utility pouch strapped around his waist. The slightly thin wetsuit clung to his well-defined and muscular body, delineating every contour. Once everything was ready, he disgustingly struck a signature pose, smugly proud like Michelangelo's statue of David.
Observing the reaction of everyone around, Aegis busied himself with his own tasks, turning a blind eye to Yves's antics. Venom's gaze, warming with ire, kept changing intensely, causing Yves to feel a chill in his heart. Yves waved his hand, let out a few dry laughs, and, daring not to linger any longer, performed a graceful somersault into the sea.
"Running off so fast, does he think I'm a shark that'll bite him?" Venom muttered under his breath toward the direction of Yves's disappearance, chuckling to himself while simultaneously retracting his eager gaze.
