The old man disappeared into the side room attached to the martial arts hall. Until now, Ray had assumed it was a restroom due to the noxious odor that constantly wafted from beneath the door. It turned out to be a storage room instead. For ten minutes, Ray waited idly, listening to the occasional grunt, curse, and the unmistakable sound of something shattering—likely something of importance. Then, the old man burst through the door, holding up a pair of large gauntlets.
"Ah, here they are!"
The gauntlets were red, adorned with a turtle-like pattern. Their fingertips were pointed, black-tipped like small daggers.
"Finally, I knew I still had these lying around. You can borrow them for now. Heck, you can even keep them if you pay what they're worth," the old man said, handing them over.
