The sea stretched endlessly ahead, blue and sparkling under the morning sun. The Triton, Son of Poseidon, rocked gently with the waves as Kenji adjusted the sails. Sora stood at the bow, wind in his hair, eyes wide with excitement.
"Papa Kenji… look! The water is so clear here! I can see fish swimming below!"
Kenji smiled, feeling the pride and joy of this moment. "Yes, Sora. We've gone beyond the familiar shores. This is where the sea teaches us the most. Observe carefully—the currents, the fish, even the clouds above. Everything is connected."
Sora crouched, pointing. "Over there! A school of silver mackerel! Should we cast?"
Kenji nodded. "Yes, but gently. We want to guide them into the net, not scare them away."
A Rare Catch
Sora directed the net with surprising precision, intuition guiding his movements. Kenji braced, helping him haul in the catch. When the net reached the deck, they gasped—among the mackerel were two glittering golden sea bream, a rare prize even seasoned fishermen spoke of with reverence.
Sora's eyes shone. "Papa Kenji… the sea really likes me! I told you I was blessed!"
Kenji chuckled softly. "Blessed by courage and heart, Sora. Remember, we still need patience. But today, you've proven your instincts are invaluable."
Riku's Interference
As they celebrated, a shadow loomed on the horizon. A small boat, fast and sleek, approached quickly. Kenji squinted.
"Riku," he muttered. "He's come… to interfere."
The rival fisherman's voice carried across the waves. "Well, well, Kenji! Sailing the sea like you own it? Let's see how long your luck lasts!"
Sora gripped Kenji's arm. "Papa Kenji… what should we do?"
Kenji took a deep breath. "Stay calm, Sora. We won't fight recklessly. We'll use skill and teamwork, not anger."
Riku attempted to ram the Triton, but Kenji deftly steered aside, the boat gliding smoothly. Sora instinctively dropped the net in the water at a precise angle, and the school of fish slipped into it before Riku could interfere further.
Sora laughed triumphantly. "Papa Kenji! The sea helped us again!"
Kenji nodded. "Yes, Sora. Always respect the sea, and it will guide you—even in danger."
Afternoon Haul
With Riku momentarily repelled, Kenji and Sora focused on fishing. They navigated a series of small inlets, discovering new schools of fish—silver sardines, small tuna, and a rare bluefin that Kenji carefully handled.
By the end of the afternoon, the Triton's hold was full. Kenji sorted the catch meticulously, saving the rare fish for the village's special orders and selling the rest at the market.
📜 Kenji's Earnings (Updated)
Previous balance: 94 copper
Day 15 sales: +80 copper
= 174 copper total
Sora cheered. "Papa Kenji! We're getting better every day! Soon, we can upgrade the Triton even more!"
Kenji smiled, tired but proud. "Step by step, Sora. Every haul, every lesson… it all adds up."
Evening Reflections
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, Kenji and Sora anchored near a small island. They cooked a simple meal of grilled fish over a small fire on the Triton, sharing laughs and stories.
"Papa Kenji…" Sora said quietly, "do you think Riku will give up?"
Kenji shook his head. "No, Sora. Rivalry like his doesn't end with a single failure. But we'll be ready. We've learned patience, caution, and how to rely on each other—and the sea. That's more powerful than anger or jealousy."
Sora yawned, curling against Kenji. "I'll always help you, Papa Kenji. No matter what."
Kenji stroked his hair gently. "And I'll always be here for you, Sora. Together, there's nothing we can't face."
The Triton rocked softly, the sea calm now, as if rewarding them for their perseverance. Above, the first stars appeared, hinting at endless adventures yet to come.