The night had been long, much to Cassian's fortune, as it gave him more time with Cassandra. Now, after a refreshing bath and some rest, they shifted their focus to hunting for food to replenish the energy spent the previous night. Cassian stood in the middle of the river, his sword held steady in a poised stabbing position.
With swift, precise movements, he struck the water multiple times in the blink of an eye, his sword leaving faint afterimages in its wake. When he paused, there were five fish skewered on his blade, their bodies wriggling briefly before going still as blood trickled down the metal surface.
Satisfied with the successful hunt—each fish weighing at least a kilogram, enough to fill their stomachs—Cassian stepped out of the river, a triumphant grin on his face. "I caught some, Detective!" he called out, his voice carrying excitement as he held up his catch.