Muichiro stood firm amidst the ferocious snowstorm on Mt. Kutomori, his blank and neutral expression barely registers the harsh conditions around him. The cold wind was blowing madly past him, but he remained unfazed.

His breath came out in mist in the cold winter air as he kept walking. Suddenly, the distant sound of a scream tore through the woods. Muichiro flinched at the sound, turning his attention in its direction. "Way to ruin my moment," he muttered under his breath.