Martial Arts System

356 Road.

A crowd of people was still on the terminal, waiting for their planes to arrive.

Ichiro was walking past the busy-looking crowd of people who were either going to buy tickets or going to the gates, which would lead to their plane.

Currently, the airport was still in a state of alarm, and all flights had been delayed, which caused a lot of displeasure.

During his walk, he heard the words of displeasure coming from the people around him, and Ichiro didn't want to be around when the news about all flights being canceled arrived.

At the moment, the report about missile strikes must have reached the ears of higher-ups that work in the airport and in Flight Control.

They won't let any flights leave when there might be a threat of another plane getting hit by a missile.

Because Lucas and Rick owe Ichiro their lives, they didn't mention that the missiles targeted him.

Ichiro reached a place where people waiting for their flights were sitting.

Behind the seats were window panels that showed Glazeland's beauty.

He sat down on a seat that allowed him to see the sky better and could see snowflakes about to start descending.

The snowstorm that struck Coldland was about to arrive on Glazeland.

'Wait till morning… Or leave right now and maybe arrive a few hours earlier…' Ichiro debated, but it wasn't even a debate because he knew his answer.

'Why the fuck would I wait?' His decision was made, and as quick as he sat down, he stood up as quick.

He glanced at his own outfit, which was pair of winter jackets and pants.

He received winter clothes from the airport's personnel only moments ago. Even the terminal was cold, and they gave him the clothes so he could stay warm, but they had no idea that he was about to leave the airport.

After putting the winter jacket's hood over his head, his features were nicely hid, which allowed him to hide from the surveillance cameras.

Soon, he reached the glass doors that led outside the airport.

He put his palm on the glass door and pushed it open, which allowed him to take the first step out of the airport.

Instantly, the cold wind assaulted his face, making his hair underneath the hood flutter around.

''Haahh…'' A puff of cold air left his mouth, causing almost transparent smoke to appear right in front of his face.

He has gotten used to cold, but it still doesn't change that he genuinely hates cold.

''I will definitely move to Summerlight…'' Ichiro muttered while rubbing his cold hands, ''With Azura, of course…''

Azura hates cold as much as he does, maybe even more. For a long time already, she has been fighting against cold, endless battles, which she couldn't win no matter what.

Ichiro looked around and didn't see taxis or any transportation vehicles. Not far away from his position, there was a road that led out of the airport and went straight to the Glazeland.

''Huff… Time to leave.'' He put his hands on the jacket's pockets and soon entered the road that leads straight towards the Glazeland, which was only a few kilometers away.

At the same time.

A certain black-haired young woman left the streets and entered a road that goes straight to the airport.

She could see the airport in the distance, but she had a long walk ahead.

Behind her, the buildings, civilians, and cars driving were seen.

The surroundings around the road mas mostly snow hills and mountains.

Azura's steps halted, and she saw a sign that said [Glazeland's Airport - 2 Km]

''2…'' She bit her lip and felt emotional after traveling. Who knows how far and only 2 kilometers remained in her journey.

She took a quick glimpse behind her and saw a few individuals looking at her. She knew that they followed her out of worry after seeing her almost fainting in many instances.

One of them was the middle-aged woman, who wanted to ensure that she would reach her destination.

She was surprised to see the black-haired girl's unfathomable willpower, many in her position would have quit a long time ago, but she never showed any signs of stopping or regret.

''You can go home.'' Azura said towards them, ''I-I will be fine.'' Her body staggered to the side and only barely managed to stay standing.

''Why are you in such a hurry?'' The middle-aged woman asked and walked towards Azura with her daughter, ''Shouldn't you rest? Whatever makes you hurry can wait.''

''No…'' Azura shook her head, which caused her untidy hair messily to fly around her head, ''He is waiting for me… I know it…''

''He?'' The middle-aged woman frowned, ''Is he worth to suffer a torture?''

''Yes… He would do the same for me…'' With heavy and sluggish steps, she walked past the sign.

The middle-aged woman and her daughter looked at each other without uttering even a single sound.

Today, Azura made an impression to them that will never fade away.

They didn't know who she was or who he was, who caused her to go to such lengths, but this experience was something that never will leave their minds.

''Haahhh…'' Each step by her made her take a deep breath.

She had three different phases after every step.

Moving her leg, a deep breath, and the pain that followed after such simple movement.

Not many could know the pain she was in, but it was the second worst pain she felt; the only pain that was worse than that was hearing the news of her dad's death and the possible death of her boyfriend.

She would still choose her current pain over the pain she felt only a few days ago, and that pain has still not faded away.

She could feel it clearly; inside her heart, she feels the pain of loss, which will continue haunting her for years to come.

The pain will either increase or subdue, but to do that, she needs to see it with her own eyes.

Did he survive, or did he die?