Takaguchi would make his way over towards the beach and be carrying his tackle box, and fishing rod. He would take his usual spot on the beach and it would be late at night, though the fish themselves probably never sleep. He may even get quite the species at this time of night, and he would get to setting up. Using a quilt given to him, he would lay it onto the sand and begin to open his tackle box where he would be presented his tools. "This night's going to be a blast~" He'd say with glee as he'd rummage through the box.[1]

Placing bait onto the fishing line, he would stand up and go near the shoreline and take a breathe. As the waters were still, he needed worry about his line possibly getting tangled up in itself and he'd sigh. Reeling back his rod, he would then cast his line out to the sea and there he would wait for his catch. It was calming fishing out in the moonlight as this were to calm most of the Bostar's troubles. The line would be nudged, and the male would begin to reel it in slowly as he would place the successful catch into a bucket.
He would think on how today he made a friend from a recenty feared individual...and he'd raise his hand towards his chest and sigh. Many events unfolded today and it would leave the boy in a daze on how he was trying to conquer his mishaps with Lowfyr. The line itself would once again tug into the water, and another catch would be reeled. Dropping the medium sized fish into the bucket, he'd reel back and cast once more and the whizzing of the reel handle would break the night silence.[2]

Nights like these werent very common in themselves, but it seemed this one were different as the Bostar had a lot on their mind. His brother one of them, and his plans for the future as he seemed a bit...lost. Sure his brother was the to-be head of the family, but where would that put him...in his shadow, or just a bystander. He'd be shaken out of his thoughts once more by a simple tug and he'd slowly reel in the catch. It'd seem to be a mere baby fish and he'd lower his cupped palms to place it back into the water. Sighing as he streak of useable fish would be broken, he'd cast his line out to see once again.[3]

There was so much for him to think about, yet he hasn't made any plans or resoultions. It felt like he was met with a giant wall, but he honestly didn't have a right to say that. He didn't climb the mountain like Dai and his brother, Song has. Closing his eyes he would relax himself, envisioning what he himself could be, and how he could support his brother. There was no doubt that Song himself was probably carrying that nervousness along with him..especially with what he asked the king.[4]

"Song...ah.." He'd be snapped back to reality as the rod would -nearly- be taken from his grip and he'd immediately reinforce his grip. Telling by the strength of the grip, it seemed as this bass would perhaps be the catch of the night and the Bostar would regain his footing. Grunting he would then begin to heave with all his might as he would turn the reel handle and the would slowly make it's way to shore. Takaguchi would make sure to keep his breathing in check as needed to calm himself during this intense moment.[5]

What felt like forever, it would seem easier...and easier for the Bostar to reel in the fish that he's caught until it would be atop of his fishing rod. It's scales would glimmer in the moonlight as it would swish from side to side idly and the boy would be impressed with himself. He'd probably even get a bonus...but that wouldn't matter to him, as he himself needed this outing. It gave him time to think upon himself and what the future itself may have in store.

He'd pack up and begin to make his way towards Chugoku.