Morning dawned bright and sunny, and Fuyuki City enjoyed another peaceful day.
With nothing better to do, Samael left Angelica to watch the house and slipped out of the Dollhouse for his usual stroll to aid digestion.
Walking along the famous Mio River waterfront, the ancient serpent had barely gone a few steps when he spotted, beneath the shade of a riverside tree, a fisherman in a plaid shirt with a blue ponytail. Squatting on a little stool, he scattered bait and cast his line, his red eyes fixed intently on the float, his face tense with anticipation.
"Bang!"
Filled with malicious mischief, someone concealed his presence and carefully crept up behind the fisherman before unexpectedly slapping the ponytailed man hard on the shoulder.
"Yo, morning, Doggie!"
The hammer-like "friendly" blow from behind, along with the enthusiastic greeting that exploded beside his ear like thunder, made the fisherman by the river stumble. He nearly plunged headfirst into the water.
Fortunately, the Son of Light of Ireland had quick reflexes. At the last moment, he braced himself with one hand, twisted back, and narrowly avoided an involuntary river bath.
The instant Cú Chulainn turned around, his furious gaze met a certain shamelessly grinning face. His mouth twitched, and he exploded on the spot.
"You bastard, why are you shouting so loudly first thing in the morning?! I finally got my bait bed ready, and you scared all the fish away!"
"Uh..."
Seeing that the Son of Light of Ireland's first concern was not becoming a drowned rat, but his bait bed, Samael was briefly cowed by the Fuyuki fisherman's soaring resentment. Feeling a little guilty, he hurriedly put on a familiar air, hooked an arm around Cú Chulainn's neck, and consoled him with shifty eyes and a broad smile.
"They're just