Pitter-patter.
Ambrose sat on the veranda of the dojo, watching the falling rain. Luckily for him, there was shelter on top of the veranda, protecting him from the rain. He had been sitting there for some time, lost in his own disorganized thoughts.
Splash—he suddenly heard a loud splash. Turning his head to the left, he saw a little girl walking in the rain, dressed only in a crimson dress without carrying any protection against the rain.
Her black hair was so long that it almost touched the puddles on the ground. Her face was cute, like a porcelain doll with round eyes and a small mouth. She was standing on a puddle, looking towards the sky, with rain droplets falling from her hair onto her face.
'A little girl? I haven't seen a player that young before.' Ambrose stood up and looked at the falling rain. 'Why is she outside? I don't think you can get sick here, but still.'
Clap, clap!
A loud sound of clapping came inside the dojo.
