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Do you know how to fish, Commandant?
While doing mission work in the snow, Rosetta suddenly throws a question at you.
Kinda sorta...? Which means you should learn how to properly fish. Grab your fishing pole, Commandant.
We've had a few mishaps so far, but at least we managed to start a fire and set up camp.
Next up, time to learn about how to secure food.
That's not really in accordance with nature. Plus, fresh fish is loads better than the rations from Babylonia.
Yup. The Forest Guards live in accordance with nature, so fishing is one of the ways we do that.
I have all the necessary tools ready this time. Commandant, we just need to find a good place to fish.
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30 minutes later—
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Rosetta's silence speaks louder than words. The fishing bucket is sloshing around in the liveliness of pure sea water.
In other words, not so much as a nibble.
Today's not my lucky day... Can't help it...
As if taking a blow to her heart, Rosetta picks up a rock and hurls it after a long exasperated sigh.
Special summon!
Instantly, you realize Rosetta's nefarious plans. However, you are helpless in stopping the tragedy from unfolding.
The special-summon rock skips for over twenty times before sinking into the sea.
Silence fills the air, then compresses into tension. Rosetta fixes her eyes on the shore, waiting for the fated arrival.
But her expectant gaze is only met with the reticent and gentle waves of the sea. The watery ritual did not summon the furry bionic; the air is absent of his signature roar.
Which is to be expected. After all, even coincidences have its limits.
Oh. Just saw you two from afar and decided to come ashore early.
Huh!?
Why do you look so surprised? No, wait! The last two rocks might have been accidents, but this time, you're definitely tryna land it!
Well... I only know how to summon you this way.
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So you want me to help catch fish this time, aye?
Yeah. No bites so far, no choice but to catch fish directly. But Commandant does not have diving gear, and I'm also not built for underwater operations.
Think you could help out? We're about done for today, so I want the commandant to have a taste of the Arctic flavor if possible.
Yeah, yeah... Y'know, you rocky horrorshow kinda rubs me the wrong way, but seeing you here with an empty bucket all day does make me feel kinda sorry.
Alright then, I'll give you some of my fish.
What? Got a problem with that?
I think Commandant is wondering why you're "giving" us fish, instead of catching.
Pah. Then I'll have to get my fur all wet again.
Pfffah, just be grateful is all.
With that, the bionic bear opens up his tummy and a refrigerator compartment appears before your eyes.
...You have a fridge for your belly? You bionics are just like Swiss Army knives, aren't you?
There's like ten other functions or so, which are all highly practical. Alright! How about a roast fish for the human right here on the spot? You can trust your bear's grill!
The bear treats you to a delicious dinner.
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It's already night, huh... I went fishing some more after that, but no luck.
I'll keep trying, but it seems like fishing still takes luck after all.
Yeah. If we still can't get any bites, let's do so.
With that, Rosetta looks up at the sky.
Only one last area to survey...
Just... my lucky day.
