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A little light from the outside shone into a cottage as an elderly man holding something in his hand walked through the door.

This man was Tu Zhang, and that something was a wrapped up Shura in a brown fur cloth.

He placed Shura on a small bed in his cottage.

The bed had a name stitched on the cotton filled pillow that name was Tu Rain.

Glancing at the name stitched unto the pillow Tu Zhangs eyes began to get misty. Tu rain was his son he was killed mysteriously on a trip to the Royal capital on a carriage holding fifteen people and his mother Tu Zhangs wife Muraine.

The carriage was found on the way to the capital by some wondering adventurers there was no survivors in the accident.

All what was left of them were shredded corpses.

Sigh...

Closing his eyes, a for a while. Tu Zhang turned his attention back to Shura.

Noticing that he was asleep Tu Zhang went into the room next to the room Shura was in.

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Inside a starry skied space, a young man with white hair sat in a meditative position with his eyes closed when suddenly he opened it causing ripples to appear in the starry sky.

Sigh..

A light fog was expelled from his mouth.

'So it seems I have to become stronger or suffer by this clan' he thought.

Shura knew of everything said inside of the meeting hall but he wasn’t angry because he was already thankful that they took him in .

'It seems I need to start magic training the minute I get a chance but it won't be easy.'

'I also need to learn how the magic levels are categorized'. He thought