He'd bought this silly fishing rod and hadn't even taken it out to use it yet. Mainly because he'd been more concerned with the fact that a giant Kyogre and then a giant C0D13 had managed to destroy parts of the island. But, weirdly enough. There was some sort of floating tidepool that seemed deep enough to fish in and he wasn't about to complain about that. He'd seen shadows moving around in there which meant there had to be some sort of Pokemon floating in there. Hiking up the skirts to his outfit  a little he waded in, not caring too much if he got wet but not wanting to drag around heavy skirts that were soaked for as long as it took them to dry.

Once he found a spot that seemed agreeable... Albeit still in the air... He cast the line carefully. He'd been fishing once or twice with his grandfather but once he died his dad had been too busy to take him. Something that hadn't bothered Inari too much since he much preferred playing games or reading comics anyways. He'd only agreed to fishing because he liked making his grandpa happy. An old man who had somehow been more accepting and kind than his own parents. Despite how much older he was and what generation he was from.

He missed his grandpa most days. Maybe now more than ever. The old man would have let him come back home. If he was still alive.

There it was. The weaker tug that he had been looking for in order to make sure the fish was actually weakening. He had it now. At least he thought he did. Maybe it would be easier to tell if the water hadn't been stirring up so much. But nonetheless he could feel the fish slowly coming around and coming closer. Against better judgement he waded just a little bit further into the water. The hems of his cloak actually hitting it now. He could deal with the wet feeling later. Giving the fish a little bit of slack tended to make it want to come closer. To think it was winning this fight when really it was Inari winning the war.

And it worked. The fish began to cease its pulling. Ignoring the fact that there was in fact a hook in its mouth as it swam closer to him. Creating less of a distance. And that was when he struck. Pulling hard and reeling fast on the fish before it really had time to react to the change in movement. After all, Magikarp weren't the smartest of fish around. And that was why they were all over the place. So he gave another quick tug to try and force it onto the floating rocks where he had set the rest of his gear.