Chapitre 404: Creation of Iron Style.

In the backyard that was cleaned from the snow.

A black-haired youth stood in front of a tree while cold wind blew harder and harder.

Surprisingly, the black-haired youth wore only a t-shirt and sweatpants, not wearing any winter clothing.

Every inch of his body trembled because of the cold, but he had no intention of returning to the warmth.

From one of the windows.

Azura looked at the sight with confusion visible on her beautiful face.

''What is he doing?'' She asked, and she could imagine how Ichiro was currently feeling.

A hatred for cold has been rising inside her because of her previous living conditions, where she had to tremble in cold many times.

Seeing the scene currently in front of her eyes made her remember the pain she had to suffer.

''He is a dummy.'' But suddenly, a voice came next to her.

Azura turned her head and saw Ayako peeking outside from the same window.