Sakuramoria

Perhaps, right now, all the green-haired ancestors of Leila, whose fates were undoubtedly closely intertwined with the sea, were looking at her with eyes full of disappointment. Maybe some Sheas and Ivas swam like axes, as if imitating their favorite weapon, but the Taimanian herself wasn't far behind them. But they weren't from the glorious island known for its beaches, they weren't from Taiman. So they had more excuses for such results, while Leila herself could only attribute such results to her own overconfidence. And a couple of drowned men, who somehow ended up in her class, probably carried there by the current.