章 400: Christmas Church.

Inside Ichiro's room.

A black-haired youth with muscular build and well-defined facial features was sitting on a wooden chair with desk in front of him.

In the desk, a brand new notebook was open with empty page.

From the window, Ichiro managed to see cheerful little children playing with snow, while cars drove back and forth, some parked in one of the yards, while others left the neighborhood to go somewhere.

On his bed, a beautiful black-haired young woman was lying flat on her stomach while an old-looking comic was on her hands.

She seemed interested while turning pages and few of the pages even made her mouth to go wide open.

Azura was reading Ichiro's old Martial Arts comic that was published few decades ago.

The art style was quite antique, but the scenes are very vivid and Azura could almost feel the impact of the punches.

Ichiro sighed and tapped his chin with the pen.