The daylight was blinding.
The blue sea stretched into the distance, its shades contrasting with the sky.
It was nearly noon.
Everyone crowded into the shade of the bar, comfortably drinking and chatting.
Someone gazed toward the coastline for a long time.
More and more people turned to look.
The sea.
White waves rolled up.
A man with a long saber at his waist came treading over the waves, surrounded by the sea.
Barefoot, he stepped onto the scorching white sand and walked slowly, step by step, until he reached the bar.
Silence.
"It's that lunatic!"
Someone burst out laughing.
Then the whole bar roared with laughter, filling with a merry atmosphere.
Some beautiful, distinguished ladies did not quite understand the situation.
Their male companions whispered in their ears, quickly recounting the lunatic's story.
"He went mad practicing with his saber..."
"...Monsters scared him while he was out on a mission."
"He refuses to leave this resort..."
"Wanders aimlessly every day, like a vagrant."
"..."
Amid the rustling whispers.
The man walked toward the bar.
Several children running about crashed straight into him.
The cakes in their hands instantly smeared cream all over his clothes.
That made the scene even more comical.
Even the most ladylike of ladies covered their mouths and laughed.
Under everyone's gaze.
The man stopped, crouched down, took a few coins from his pocket, and handed them to the children, who were already frozen with fright. Saying, "Go buy yourselves more cake," he patted their heads, stood, and continued on.
Before long.
He entered the bar, stopped at the counter, laid out a few more coins from his pocket, and said:
"The usual. Draft beer."
The bartender set a glass of beer on the counter and teased:
"Don't get drunk."
The man drained the beer in