Crash——Crash——
The sound of the waves ebbed and flowed, like the city's deepest, most lingering breath before dawn.
On the beach dyed by the night, a solitary figure blended into the darkness.
He bared his robust upper body, wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, with bare feet on the cool, moist sand.
Allowing waves to surge and swirl, washing over his ankles.
The figure seemed motionless, yet his punches were already poised to strike.
A swift right Straight Punch tore through the air in front of him.
Pop!
A sharp sonic boom, like a sudden release after extreme suppression, sharp and abrupt.
Mingled with the roaring, endless sound of the waves, yet not out of place.
Immediately followed by a second punch, third punch...
The sound of sonic booms began to densely ring out.
The figure fully stretched out.
At times, swift as a boxer, stepping nimbly.
A flurry of jabs, Hook Punches, Swing Punches quick as phantoms, each punch creating distinct ripples in the air.
