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

"Two more? It's been quite the week down here, hasn't it? You seem to bring another one every single night. Lock them up and put them in a cell. We will make sure that they don't get any food all night." One of the muscular mask-wearing men said with a sadistic tone. He seemed to find pleasure in locking people up.

"Yeah, you would be surprised how many of them have started to be disrespectful towards me lately. I guess it's newfound confidence since there are tensions of war." The bloody sergeant said with a smile as he looked at both Haru and Private Orin.

"It's not funny now you're in the dungeons, is it?" He asked and then pushed Haru's shoulder.

'What the fuck? I didn't sign up to the army to be put in a dungeon. I'm not dealing with this shit. I'm going to talk to Major Samson. I bet he will be understanding.' Haru thought to himself as The bloody sergeant failed to move him even an inch after shoving him.

Geneva Conventions.