They're not blood-related？

"Splosh!"

"Splosh!"

Two splashes bloomed, as light pierced through the clear water surface.

Slapping the water, swimming swiftly, the figures moving through the water resembled two mermaids.

The shattered droplets reflected the sunlight before falling back into the water, repeating the cycle in front of Sam's eyes.

This was Ava's daily routine on the school swim team.

From the moment she joined, she was the center of attention, not just for her looks and physique, but for her innate talent.

She knew how she had gone from slightly awkward beginnings to becoming the ace of the swim team.

She also knew she hadn't become complacent or lazy because of her talent; instead, she had put in more effort than most.

She had even promised the swim team's coach to win the junior championship at the New Arcadia state swimming competition.

It was her pride and her undeniable confidence.