The Legendary F Rank

Chapter 129: All Aboard.

"Finally. I thought I was going to have to wait all night for this thing to show up." Haru sighed as the train came to a stop along the tracks. The doors suddenly opened and a man wearing a suit stepped out onto the platform. 

He looked over at Haru and then blew a whistle to get his attention. Haru turned to look at the man that was waving at him before figuring that he had probably better go and talk to him instead of just boarding the train as he had planned to when the doors first opened.

Haru picked up his bags and then walked over to the man who was waiting by the door to one of the many carts. As Haru approached the man began to smile. 

In the dead of the night, Haru seemed to be one of the only people waiting at the train station so that added to the thought that the man wanted to speak to Haru.

"Hello young man, May I see your ticket please?" The man asked and then held out his hand.

Haru looked down and then placed his bags on the ground before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his ticket and handing it to the man. 

"Oh, You are riding in first class? You don't get many young people riding in first-class these days. You are in for a treat. I promise you won't be disappointed with our service. I can help you carry your bags if you need any help?" The man asked and then bent down and grabbed onto one of Haru's bags. 

He tried to lift it but it wouldn't budge an inch. It was like it was filled with bricks. 

"Sure I could use some help but you had best try the other bag. This one is a little heavy. I wouldn't want you to injure yourself on my behalf." Haru smiled and then picked up the bag the man struggled to lift like it was nothing. 

'Suyin really went overboard. I told her this much stuff would be useless.' Haru thought about the contents of the bag he was carrying. It was filled to the brim with stacks upon stacks of paper, pens and notebooks. Suyin didn't know the meaning of restraint when it came to spending money. 

They walked across the platform to the front of the train and then stopped at the door of one of the carriages. 

"Here we are. This is the first-class carriage you are in cabin number twelve Oh, that Is lucky. You are right next to the bar carriage. You can head there to socialise with people if you get fed up of sitting in your cabin all night. We also have a menu if you want to order breakfast in the morning. Just let one of the staff members know." The man began to explain. 

He then took the ticket that Haru had handed to him previously and put it into a machine that he had tied around his neck and with a snapping noise the machine punched two holes into the top of the ticket and then the man handed it back to Haru. 

"Here you go. Make sure you look after it, we do inspections each morning to make sure nobody has sneaked onto the train during the night. I hope you have a fantastic evening." The man said and then made his way back down the platform to help someone else after leaving Haru's bag by the door.

"Haru boarded the train into a corridor with doors on all sides. Each door had a number on them descending from one at the very top of the carriage. He walked down the carriage before stopping at the one marked with the number twelve. 

"This is it?" Haru asked himself before dropping one of the bags and opening the door. It was a whole room to himself. The room was around five square meters. On one side of the room was a twin size bed with pure white sheets and on the other side was a sitting area with a table and couch. And in the centre of the room was a tv on the ceiling that swung down to be viewable with the push of a button. 

"Oh, This is pretty fancy." Haru thought out loud as the sounds of the wheels scraping against the steel tracks beneath him resounded throughout the whole train. He then brought in the bag that he left outside and placed them next to his bed.

He then turned to look at the door and he noticed a small key that was stuck on the inside of the room. 'That is useful. I was hesitant about exploring the bar carriage but it makes things easier if I can lock my door.' He thought before taking the key out from the door. 

"Now it is time for exploring," Haru said as he took off his coat and lay it on the table in his room. He then left the room and made sure to lock it behind him. He then stepped back out into to corridor. 

He looked around for a moment at the doors of the rooms. All of them had signs asking the passengers to remain quiet at all times so people wouldn't be woken during the night. So he made sure to keep as quiet as possible before locating the sign pointing toward a door labelled as the bar carriage. 

He gently opened the door and stepped in as quickly as he could since the sound of the wheels of the train were much louder inside the connecting room. It was just a small room with rubber sealed walls and articulating floor to help the train turn around corners.

There was another door facing him. This one was glass however and he could see into the carriage. And sure enough there it was. It was filled with sitting areas and had a circular bar in the middle. There was a woman who looked to be in her early twenties stood behind the bar distracting herself by washing glasses in the sink.

Haru opened the door and stepped into the carriage. He felt the atmosphere was a little tense as he entered as he gained the stares of other people in the carriage. 

There were around thirty people in the carriage. Some of them had gathered together in one corner but the others had spread out across the whole carriage but the one thing they had in common is that they were all wearing formal clothes. The men were wearing suits and the woman dresses. 

Haru on the other hand entered in shorts and a t-shirt. 'Suyin was right. I feel pretty out of place right now. But at least I am comfortable' He thought before smiling without a care in the world. 

He then made his way other to the bar and sat down on one of the stools.

"What can I get for you, sir?" The woman asked politely. Her eyes were less judging than the people who were seated in the carriage and she spoke in a friendly tone. She didn't let the look of Haru change her attitude at all.

It was surprising, to say the least. His hair almost touched the ground as he sat down and he was dressed like a normal person. He was half expecting her to refuse to serve him but that wasn't the case. 

Haru thought for a second. 

"I will take your best scotch please," Haru said as he smiled and then looked up at the whiskey shelf. There was a Golden bottle sat on the very top. 

"The best? I'm sorry but I can't serve that bottle in portions. If you wanted to drink it then you would need to buy the whole bottle." She apologised and then waited for him to change his mind. But he didn't.

"That's fine. I will take the bottle then. You accept cards right?" Haru asked and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet that contained his credit cards.

"Are you serious?" The woman doubted him for a second but then saw his expression when he looked back up and held out his hand holding a black credit card. 

"Ah Of course, we accept cards. Hold on a moment please." She said and then turned around grabbing both the bottle and a card scanner from the table and then handing them both to him. 

"Thank you," Haru said and then typed in his pin number after inserting the card into the scanner. Before handing it back to her and then putting his wallet away. 

"Oh and here." The woman then slid a glass across the bar toward him. 

Haru stayed seated as he opened the bottle and poured himself a glass. The scent of the whiskey floated around the carriage and overpowered the smell of everything else. 

He then held up the bottle and began to read the label. It was a forty per cent proof sixty-year-old single malt scotch in a fancy gold plated stainless steel bottle. 

'I probably went a bit overboard with this. I bet it wasn't cheap at all.' Haru thought to himself. But he had a fair bit of money saved up so he didn't have to worry too much about it. 

The sound to the door echoed out as the feeling of fiery Qi entered the room. Haru didn't take his eyes off the bottle but he felt the Qi throughout the room as the woman who entered searched for any sign of Qi. The spiritual sense searched the whole carriage trace amounts of Qi from everyone in the room. 

Apart from one person. The boy with long hair sat at the bar had no Qi lingering around his body. Just like if someone was concealing their Qi. It was the sign of a cultivator. 

The clacking of high heels sounded out as they made their way closer to the bar before the sound of scraping metal across the floor as the stole directly next to Haru was pulled out from under the bar.