Saturday morning.
Professor Garcia woke up as usual.
As the professor of Fishman Language, he possessed an unmatched advantage among his colleagues—his Fishman identity—but this also meant he bore a pressure other professors of foreign languages did not have to endure.
For instance, dealing with remarks about a Fishman's appearance, a Fishman's scent, and even some well-meaning but hurtful questions from young wizards like, "Can Fishmen perform magic too?"
Thus, every single day at the First University, Professor Garcia worked diligently to make his preparations.
He got up early, polished his scales with Colorful Stones, soaked in a medicinal bath to eliminate the characteristic fishy smell, applied layers of Malsoil Essential Oil to mask his scent, donned his heavy black robe, affixed his brooch, cufflinks, and badges of all colors, striving to present himself as a respectable wizard.
