Ichiro's Birthday - Age 17.

Five.

Months.

Later.

A black-haired youth strolled in the streets. He was going over his pockets, trying to find his keys.

Soon, a pair of keys appeared in his pocket.

The nearby young women had hearts in their eyes as the handsome young man passed by them.

*Clank*

A flashing of lights came from the direction of nearby citizens trying to take pictures of the legendary individual right in front of their eyes.

Ichiro brushed the strands of hair to the side and casually walked forward. The same scene was every morning, and he had grown numb to it.

However, while walking, an uncommon notification popped up.

[Happy Birthday, Kurogami Ichiro!]

[Age: 16 -> 17!]

[One year till the age of growth!]

''Oh… Right.'' Ichiro stopped in front of the two-floor building with a slight smile.

A smile that made nearby women's hearts beat rapidly, almost exploding out of their chests.