Crash—Crash—
At five in the morning, the darkness of early summer's dawn had yet to fully retreat.
The sea breeze carried warm humidity, rolling up layers of white foam, crashing onto the empty beach.
The receding tide washed over the shell-covered sand, leaving damp traces behind.
Occasionally, two dazzling headlights would flash on the coastal highway in the distance, as heavy trucks sped past.
The dull rumble of tires crushing the asphalt was torn apart by the sea breeze, drifting intermittently.
The silhouettes of city buildings further away still lay dormant in the darkness.
Only a few sparse lights twinkled in the night, making the beach far from the city district seem even more desolate.
On the pitch-black beach, a tall and upright figure was moving with the sea breeze, practicing Air Attack.
His upper body was bare, wearing only bright red sports shorts, his feet creating rapid sounds on the sand.
