Zero_Things

Haru was the best mage in the Japanese army. Building up a amazing reputation before deciding to give up his life in the military and settle down.

 His plans were cut short as he found himself in the body of a baby.

 He taught himself magic again from scratch before finding himself in a dire situation whilst on his first school trip causing him to give up on magic and take on the art of Chinese cultivation. 

His master was a soul fragment of an ancient cultivator who placed his soul inside of a golden ring in the shape of a dragons body.

 What kind of mysteries did this ring hold?

 And who was this cultivator who saved Haru from the brink of death?

The Legendary F Rank

As Haru walked outside he felt something soft brush against the skin on his arm. It was at that moment that he realised the ground was covered in white and he could see his breath pouring out of his mouth like steam. The snow beneath his feet squashed down with each step he took. Creating a light crunching sound.

'Snow? I guess it is around that time.' Haru sighed and then waited for Zen to come and pick him up. He stood outside the main entrance of the hospital for around twenty minutes. Occasionally getting worried looks from people who saw him stood out in the cold wearing just shorts and a t-shirt.

He dismissed the looks of worry with a smile and the people went on with their way. But he felt that wasn't the only reason they were looking at him. It wasn't every day that you saw a Japanese person with blue eyes. That had to be drawing some of the attention.

Reunion.