In a much calmer ocean a few minutes ago, the surface fully reflected the moon and stars above almost like a mirror. And even through the darkness that veiled the night, one could see how immaculate the shore was— its beach, white and almost like powder.
And a little more beyond the beach, Tempo was there, seated and relaxing in front of his house and killing any mosquitoes that dared to even fly within his range; his arm, almost like a whip as they let out a loud snap every time they completely obliterated a mosquito.
One would think that one of the most popular superheroes in the world would live in a more extravagant and luxurious house, but no. Tempo's house was completely made of wood, bamboo. If anything, it was more akin to a giant cottage.
He made the house himself, and even the chair he was relaxing on.
