Ichiro walked in the streets with his hands in his pockets.
Around him, the excited younger generation was walking with no goal in mind.
There were even family members of the younger generation with them.
The streets that were entirely empty only yesterday were now quite bustling.
Ichiro didn't have any specific location in mind and decided to look around.
Most of the Chosen Ones left to their living quarters to rest after an exhausting night.
They stayed awake the whole night, and that was already very difficult for some.
But Ichiro wasn't feeling tired, but exhaustion was still kicking in.
After walking for a few hundred meters, he walked past a restaurant and then came to a stop as he saw something in the corner of his eyes.
He turned his head and saw a large one-floor building, which resembled a lot of dojo.
Inside the building, young men and women, who were wearing different colors of robes, were training.
