I had just realized after posting yesterday that I lost the chance to make a birthday special for the twin's special birthday. This may be a day late but it's not that far off! Happy belated birthday for Byleth (and Sothis)! Enjoy the 2 chapters and just think of them as 2 separate chapters for last week and this week since I was too lazy to write last week. Hope you enjoy the chapter and if you have any review or questions regarding this chapter and/or previous chapters feel free to tell me and I'll try to pull something from the depths of my shallow mind.

Ch. 9 Birthday Bass

The time was 3 AM. Jeralt had just woken up from his bed and was on his way towards the bucket of water in the corner of the room to wash his face. He didn't bother to wash any of the gunk on his face, his main concern was jolting his eyes open from the cold water. With his face now washed and ready he put on a white shirt, a pair of cargo shorts, and grabbed a set of fishing gear, baits and all. As he opened the door there stood a pair of familiar faces. The twins had been waiting for him in front of his room and they too were garbed in similar clothing.

"Well aren't you two excited," Jeralt said with a smile and a small chuckle.

The two nodded and they all took off from the faculty's living quarters. They took a wagon filled with buckets and set out onto the wilderness. Jeralt was driving the horses while the twins were prepping the fishing gear inside the wagon. The trip was relatively quite as they were no strangers to the road. Though usually they would all ride on individual horses rather than a wagon like this. The three had reserved the day for a day off and Rhea had been kind enough to provide them a free wagon, as long as they come back with it in one piece.

The group arrived into a lake high up on the hills. Around them were thick pines which grew for years without human intervention. Nobody was around except for them. They arrived at about 5:30 AM just as the sun was about to rise. The body of water was surrounded by a mountainous area full of green lush. Shrubberies of berries dotted the land here and there exposing red and black fruits which would be feast for the wildlife that lived there. Jeralt and Bereto unfastened the knot on the boat and carried it towards the lake while Beresu carried the group's fishing gears.

After rowing to the middle of the lake they all casted a line and went silent. There were no sound except for the chirping birds and the blowing of trees by the wind. The calm clear water showed them what would eventually be their prize but would sometime be distorted by the fishes' movements or the blowing wind.

Jeralt was the first to break the silence, "are you guys sure this is the only thing that you want?" he asked considering that this was not just any occasion and would only happen once a year yet this was the only thing that they do every single year without fail.

Bereto furrowed his eyebrows, "hush, I sense a bullhead coming," Bereto hushed his father which Jeralt replied with a chuckle and a gentle knock on Bereto's head. Bereto flinched at the bump on his head and rubbed where Jeralt had hit him.

"It's okay, we like fishing," Beresu said without moving her sights from the bobbing sphere indicating that no fish had fallen for the bait, "besides, it's one of the things that we all three like and can spend time together with, besides fighting of course."

Jeralt was surprised with Beresu's answer. He had never thought of it that way, he thought they were forced to go fishing because he would just take them since he doesn't know what to do besides that and fighting. Jeralt sighed a breath of relief and smiled.

"Happy birthday kids."

"Thanks Father."

"Thanks Dad."

And they all went back to their poles in hope of snagging a whopping breakfast.