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... Meanwhile, the two of them seemed to be engaged in an unspoken competition.

They swiftly glided through the water.

Yukima Azuma watched the two agile figures.

Dressed in sleek black diving suits, they looked like mermaids straight out of a fairy tale.

With astonishingly graceful movements, they glided effortlessly through the water.

Every motion was fluid, like a dance beneath the ocean's surface.

Whether it was coral reefs or underwater rocks, th ...

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