The daylight was dazzling.
The blue sea stretched afar, merging with the sky, delineating depths.
It was almost noon.
People crowded into the tavern's shade, drinking and chatting comfortably.
Some were staring at the coastline for a long time.
More and more people turned to look.
The sea.
Rolled up white waves.
A man with a long blade at his waist came riding the waves, surrounded by the sea.
Barefoot, he stepped onto the scorching white sand, slowly walking step by step, until he reached outside the tavern.
Silence.
"It's that Madman!"
Someone burst into laughter.
Then the entire tavern erupted in laughter, brimming with merriment.
Some beautiful and noble ladies were somewhat unclear about the situation.
Their male companions whispered in their ears, quickly recounting the tales of the Madman.
"Practiced the blade till he went mad..."
"...scared by a monster while completing a task outside."
"Bumming around this resort, refusing to leave..."
