章節 270: Departure.

In a specific room in the stadium.

A black-haired young man was sitting on a chair with a wooden desk in front of him. There was a notebook lying on the desk while the young man was holding a wooden pencil with his thumb and middle finger.

A black bag was lying on his bed with all his stuff inside. He has finished his preparations, and he can leave at any moment.

But, Ichiro didn't seem to be in a hurry. He was writing on the notebook with his face crunched into concentration.

Soon, he tapped his well-defined jaw with the tip of the wooden pencil and pondered what to write.

He was writing a diary of the Underworld tournament because Azura wanted to know everything he did with every detail.

He even added who he killed because she doesn't seem to mind it as long it will ensure his safety.

Sometimes, he had a hunch that Azura might be slightly an obsessive girlfriend, but he shrugged it off as his imagination.