A lone monk in a hooded robe was hurrying through the hallway of a monastery in a small seaside town.
The sermon has already started but his duties kept him from attending it on time so the sound of his sandals clapping on the stone floor was both loud and hasty.
Something he would definitely be scolded for if he was caught red-handed.
Still, he didn't run because actually running would be deemed an even greater offense to the sanctity of the walls and he would have to...
*WHOOOOM*
Before the monk could turn the corner, a black-haired boy dressed in casual clothes that were covered with ice armor emerged from the puddle of darkness on the ceiling...!
*WHAM!*
"Ugh...!"
...and dropped right on the monk's head, taking down the unsuspecting man with a full body slam that gave out an unpleasant sound when the two of them slammed into the ground.
"Ooww... the recoil is still too large... that's barely any better than stone armor..."
