A few hours later.
Ichiro entered the gates of the Fortress, where dozen people were already waiting for him.
''Ichiro,'' Peter said with a smile. He rarely does genuine smiles because he has to kiss his superior's asses, so he learned the art of fake smiling, but only with his wife and daughter he can genuinely smile.
But, this time, he smiled after seeing the black-haired youth coming back safely.
''Peter.'' Ichiro nodded and shook his hand.
Peter instantly widened his eyes in shock. With only a handshake, he can feel Ichiro's strength.
'Martial Commander!' Peter thought, and his face almost turned into worship.
Ichiro entered the fortress, leaving shocked Peter behind.
He entered his living quarters and took a shower first time in a few weeks.
After that, he brushed his teeth and washed his face.
It was time to leave the Frozen Island, he came here to reach Martial Commander, and he did that successfully.
