Fishing was unlike any other sport that the young men would expect, as it required a lot of patience, good timing, and fierce competition. It was also a great hobby for relaxation and pleasure. After several rounds of competition to see who had the most catches, the men created a bonfire by the shore to enjoy the fruits of their hard work.
"This is so good," Slater remarked as he ate the fish roasted by Hugo. "Second Brother, I didn't know you could actually cook."
Hugo smirked proudly, seated on the same log as his third brother. "No one cooks for us on the battlefield, in case you don't know that."
"Wow… I'm so proud of myself for choosing a better career."
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"But Second Brother, this is great! Good job!" Slater beamed as he continued eating the food his second brother prepared for everyone, a consequence of having the least catches.
