A day had passed since the midterm assessment, and after the elite division students were assigned missions, the seven teams took off the next day.
In the middle of the sea, a blue ship sailed across the area at a rather steady pace.
"There is nothing more beautiful than the sea," Xavier exclaimed with a smile on his face as he stared at the sea that was buzzing with its dormant strength.
The smile on Xavier's face continued to widen as the palpating pulse of the sea became even more steady and peaceful.
Xavier suddenly turned towards the middle-aged man who was steering the ship they were on, and said, "What do you think? Isn't the sea so amazing and delicate?"
When the man heard Xavier and felt Xavier's hand on his shoulder, his body shook violently and beads of sweat gathered even more on his forehead. The man suddenly lost his balance, and the ship drifted in the wrong direction.