Underworld Tournament Begins!
Month later.
*Clank*
Ichiro was in his smithy doing last minute changes to his weapon. The sword's name hasn't changed, but Ichiro knows that it is much better than a month ago.
He was sweating buckets, but he has gotten used to it.
He carefully put the sword on the bucket and waited for it to cool down.
''Here.'' Azura came with a towel and offered with a gentle smile.
Ichiro took it and wiped his sweat.
''Are you sure you have to go?'' Azura asked with a sad face.
Ichiro stopped wiping his sweat— he sighed and nodded.
''It won't be anything dangerous— I will go check out my weapons,'' Ichiro replied with a small smile.
''I will miss you.'' Azura hugged Ichiro's sweat body and said.
Ichiro patted his girlfriend's head— she didn't notice the solemn look on his face.
He told everyone that he would go to Frozen Island one more time.
But he lied...
It was time for the Underworld tournament!