Before dawn, they hurried out of bed and got to work. As they pushed the boat out, only a faint purple glow touched the horizon, and silver light still filled the sky.
Everything was ready. As they began fishing, a crimson streak rose from the earth and suddenly lit up the entire silver canopy. Rosy clouds filled the sky, awakening the day and bestowing countless colors and vitality upon all things.
It was October, and the river had begun to give off an unwelcoming chill. Sitting in the wooden boat, they could still feel the dampness creeping up through the keel beneath them. Fortunately, there was no wind today; otherwise, an ordinary person risked catching a cold after fishing out here for an hour.
Vise and Aibo had not come today and were probably still sleeping in. After all, what was a rare sight for the three of them was merely an everyday glimpse to those two.
There were still plenty of people at the ferry landing today. Though it was not packed as it had been yesterday, the crowd was far from small. From here, they looked like a vast dark mass, and the three could clearly hear the assorted clamor drifting over.
But none of that interfered with their fishing. After yesterday's first attempt, their states of mind had fallen into harmony, and it took them only a dozen or so minutes to become fully absorbed. By then, they could no longer hear the noise from the ferry landing or the vendors calling out at the riverside market.
They had thought such concentration would help them detect a Spirit-Possessed Purple Fly. Unfortunately, an hour passed, and they still had nothing.
Under the brilliant sunlight, sorrowful disappointment showed on all three faces. They began to doubt whether this method