Ichiro unmounted the bike and used the keys to turn the engine off.
Once his feet landed on the ground, they got buried in the snowy ground, which caused him to look around the yard and saw the ground being filled with snow.
He felt the snow about to creep on his socks and make it very uncomfortable for him, but then, the wind blew and pushed the snow away from his path.
Each step he took caused the snow around him to get pushed away while he put his hands on his warm pockets and went straight towards the Martial Arts building.
After reaching the building, the first thing he noticed was five black cars parked right in front of the building in rudely manner.
''Hmm...'' Ichiro hummed and thought, who could be so arrogant on the High School of Fighting, which is the cornerstone of Winterlight and the only school that can fight for the championship.
He didn't enter the building; instead, he stayed outside and looked inside the building, where familiar-looking individuals were currently training, and five men with black suits were shaking their heads with disapproval.
They were sitting on chairs while Michael, Sariel, and Rafael were training with the wooden floor creaking every now and then. A dozen training dummies were broken into smithereens and littered the ground in broken wooden pieces.
''You are doing it all wrong!'' A grey-haired man with a stoic-looking face shouted. His black suit outlined his skinny stature, and the gold watch on his wrist told everything that was needed to be known.
Michael, Sariel, and Rafael stopped training and looked at the man with frowns.
''Sir Irwing, what is wrong?'' Giron asked with a twitching eyebrow with obvious sarcasm on his tone, which was somehow unnoticed by the men in black suits.
Irwing snorted and pointed at the Kings rudely, ''All wrong! Their stance, techniques, footwork, everything!''
Michael, Sariel, and Rafael narrowed their eyes with clenched fists.
Giron looked at everything and knew that there was nothing wrong.
He sighed and respectfully said, ''Sir Irwing, maybe you are mistaken? I didn't see anything wrong.''
''Hah!'' Irwing did a short laugh until he roared angrily, ''That's why we haven't won any tournaments for a long time, because incompetent coaches like you!''
Giron didn't change his expression, but his thoughts were far different, 'Fucking Government dogs, you can't even tie your shoelaces by yourself, and you dare to lecture me about Martial Arts...'
The other men in black suits nodded their heads with approval and completely trusted Irwing's judgment.
''Hahaha...'' But then small laughter came from outside the building, which caused everyone to snap their heads towards the sound.
They saw a black-haired young man covering his mouth with his hand, but his eyes were brimming with tears, and his face was becoming redder.
A small peal's of laughter escaped his mouth, and it looked like he was desperately trying to hold in his laughter.
''Who are you, and what's so funny?!'' Irwing screamed with a red face.
Giron saw the young man and paled after he recognized him.
''Ichiro!'' Michael, Sariel, and Rafael exclaimed with relieved smiles after seeing him.
Irwing and other men with black suits looked stunned for a moment, before Irwing became even angrier.
He stood up and stomped towards Ichiro with an enraged look; once he arrived in front of him, he pointed at Ichiro with his finger, which was almost touching his face.
''You hooligan! You dare to be late when we call you, and now you dare to laugh at me?! I can send you to Secondary High School of Fighting where the rest of the trashes are located!'' Irwing screamed until his voice became hoarse, and he had to take a few coughs to recover his voice.
Ichiro ignored the screaming monkey and looked at Giron; he did a small bow and asked, ''Coach, I thought bringing animals to the school premises was forbidden?''
Giron looked confused at first until he widened his eyes in shock after finding out what his words meant.
The men with black suits also looked confused until realization dawned in, and their faces became red in anger.
Irwing's finger trembled as his breathing became rough out of rage, ''B-B-Bastard!'' He squealed with enough volume to make everyone's ears tinge in pain.
Michael, Sariel, and Rafael were biting their lips, trying to resist their laughter, which was becoming even harder after seeing Irwing raging like a monkey in a zoo.
Ichiro was over one head taller than Irwing, and he had to lower his gaze enough to make his neck feel uncomfortable.
But, in the eyes of everyone, it looked like Ichiro was looking down on him, and they weren't wrong.
Irwing stumbled backward after seeing Ichiro's grey eyes, which started slowly transforming into two endless pits of darkness, and instantly he felt his whole body freezing and felt every sense, every nerve, every fiber on his body screaming to escape from him!
But soon, Ichiro's eyes turned normal after seeing Irwing almost pissing himself, which would make the whole Martial Arts building stink, and it isn't easy to get rid of that small, so he did a favor for janitor's.
Ichiro took the first step inside the building and removed the rest of the snow from his boots. He untied the shoelaces under intense gazes of everyone in the building and took the shoes off.
He saw Giron, Michael, Sariel, and Rafael also having their shoes off, while Irwing and other men with black suits had their shoes on, which instantly dirtied the wooden floor and could make others slip or injure themselves in other ways.
''Remove your shoes. Did your parents not teach you manners?'' Ichiro asked with sarcasm and slowly went to the changing room.
After he left, Irwing angrily pointed at Giron, ''I-I-I want him gone!''
Giron glanced at him and smirked, ''Oh?''
''Y-Yes, he must be gone by tomorrow, or I will call my boss and stop sponsoring this school!'' Irwing screamed with a face full of hate.
Michael, Sariel, and Rafael grimaced and wanted to plead to change their minds, but then they heard Giron's laughter.
