"Hey! This is cheating, isn't it? This doesn't seem very kosher, right?"
Three Five Battles and a few other anglers were a bit conflicted, but the Holy Master, worthy of his reputation as an outstanding warlock, rasped solemnly:
"In a duel between anglers, victory is everything. Unless you're willing to bear the shame of defeat, to be mocked as flying an empty squadron, then going all out for the win is the first rule of an angler."
This is a war! Gentlemen.
In war you end up using any means necessary..."
With that, and with everyone else tacitly acquiescing, the Holy Master quietly tossed a talisman into the water beneath the fishing spot. The effect was instant—Half hanging brother, who had been reeling them in nonstop just now, suddenly got nothing for several casts in a row, while the Holy Master's side kept landing fish and started making a racket.
"Damn! Going dirty on us, huh?"
