358 Meeting at the Shack.

On the opposite side of the road.

A black-haired girl was also making his way over.

Well, barely.

The wind that was targeting Ichiro was much stronger, but Azura's body kept staggering back and forth because the wind was moving erratically around her.

Sometimes, she gets pushed back and sometimes to the side.

She had an arduous journey ahead of her, and she could still hear the sound of cars behind her, which means she hasn't moved far away.

The sound of wind and snowstorm already made a deafening sound, and Azura wondered if she had managed to even cross a hundred meters yet.

But, her looks never lost their glamor.

She knew what she needed to do, and a mere snowstorm won't stop her.

''This is nothing…'' She took a long stride forwards and felt her body shaking uncomfortably as she was trying to keep standing while the wind was trying to make her fall down.