Nature's Challenge.
The sky on top of Glazeland started getting darker, with more and more snow beginning to fall down.
The snowstorm finally arrived, and it made visibility extremely poor.
The streets were emptied, families ran in a hurry to their homes, and cars disappeared before it was too late.
But, currently.
A young man with heavy winter clothing was walking in the middle of the snowstorm!
Every time he blinked, the visibility became even poorer; he barely could see his hands, let alone see in front of him.
His walking didn't seem to be smooth; he was limping forwards, which made it apparent that he must have had an injury of some sort around his right leg.
''Urgh…'' Ichiro grunted in pain after a sudden blast of wind pushed him to take a step backwards.
''Force of nature is indeed terrifying thing…'' He muttered under his breath, but every time he opened his mouth, snowflakes entered his mouth, making talking and breathing more difficult.