"Really?" The little boy blinked. "I just wanted to give it a try. Nothing's ever set in stone, right?"
"Ha! But some things *are* set in stone. The Druids have studied the fish here, and their diet doesn't include…"
Before he could finish, the boy's fishing rod twitched, and he immediately yanked it back hard.
"You can't just yank it like that! You have to fight it first, wear out its stamina, or the line will snap…"
Then, a 20-centimeter yellow sea bream was pulled out of the water.
Zog's eyes widened in shock.
'Wait, what? Why?'
'He can catch a fish like that?'
'Is this the legendary beginner's luck? If so, why didn't I get any?'
'We're even in the exact same fishing spot!'
'Luck. It has to be luck.'
'He'll definitely be just like me now—sit here for half the day and catch nothing.'
However, after the boy baited his hook with more bread and cast his line again, he caught another sea bream within minutes.
Zog couldn't believe his eyes.
