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... in the air that was gradually becoming more violent. This was the scent the Fishmen loved; in this increasingly peaceful campus, it had become more and more rare.
"Ugh, it stinks! Iseni, keep your tribe away!" Andrew pinched his nose and suddenly moved closer to the side of the young Fishman, loudly complaining.
The surrounding voices were very noisy; if he didn’t speak up, he worried that the Fishman’s small ears wouldn’t catch his voice.
Iseni glared with his pallid ey ...
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