Infinite Mage [Remake]

Standing by the window, Shirone watched the late autumn leaves whirl chaotically between the mountains.

Three years had passed—he was now fifteen.

Though traces of boyishness remained, his face had grown strikingly beautiful, enough to turn heads.

"I’m heading out, Mom."

"Don’t overdo it. We have enough firewood."

"Winter’s coming. Better prepare early."

The cold air stole his breath as he stepped outside.

Seasons arrived faster in the mountains, and snow already crowned the peaks.

"If I want to be back by sunset, I’d better hurry."

But Shirone wasn’t one to fear the cold.

Three years of Spirit Zone training had forged mental endurance beyond most adults’.