Blade of the North | RWBY x Male Reader |

Chapter One

I believe I should say this already, but this is a Legend of the northern blade x RWBY fanfic, but you don't need any knowledge on the series, as I'll explain the important plot points as the story goes on. Some things will appear a bit confusing at first, but trust me, you'll understand soon enough.

Enjoy!

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"Dammit...!"

Y/N cursed under his breath, as he was panting heavily. Everything was destroyed. His birthplace, the sect where many martial art masters train, has been completely destroyed by this demon.

Tens of meters away, stood an abnormally large man. His entire skin was gray, and he had minor injuries around his arm. He looked at his arm, dumb-struck.

Y/N pointed his sword at that demon.

Normally, all the wounds that demon has suffered would heal instantly, but this one didn't even stop bleeding. "You... You bastard. Your chi... is fucking weird!" The man let out a huge shout, as his killing intent began to manifest. It was so powerful, that his surroundings began to corrode, and turned to dust. A tornado began forming simply due to how powerful his killing intent was.

Y/N strengthened his grip on the short sword.

It was the first perfect sword he had made, and also the sword that had been stained with his own blood because he just withstood an attack from that demon.

VRRRRR!

The sword cried furiously, as if it had synchronized with Y/N's emotions. It is said that a master blacksmith, at one point after making a plethora of weapons, will be able to hear the cries of their sword. However, it wasn't limited to only blacksmiths, but master martial artists could hear them as well.

How long can I last? No, am I even able to fight this guy?

This was his first-ever battle, but the opponent was just too strong. The situation couldn't possibly get any worse.

He would have to be extraordinarily lucky to survive through today. Still, he believed in himself and refused to give up without a fight. This was the way he had always lived, and also the way he would live for the rest of his life.

Right now, this unyielding will of his was clearly reflected in his swordsmanship.

The Demon frowned, there was just something that irked him about Y/N. His aura, or chi, was pathetically weak, weaker than anyone he has fought against. And somehow, it made him feel restless, and had a feeling something horrible will soon happen.

Thinking the best way to get rid of that feeling is to smash Y/N to tiny pieces, the Demon let out a war cry and leaped hundreds of meters into the air, his demonic chi ran wild, seemingly so strong that the demon appeared as a large meteor, coming towards Y/N at blinding speed.

Y/N widened his eyes at the sight above him.

There's no way I can tank this, I'll be crushed!

Y/N thought to himself, before readying his blade. That monster's chi was so strong that before he had even made contact, Y/N felt like he was being crushed by a colossal mountain. Y/N didn't even think of foolishly facing that blow head on, instead opting to parry the strike.

'All my life in isolation and dread, I endured all of that in hope of becoming stronger, and kill the ones who betrayed my father. Am I really going to die here, wasting all that I've done? No. Chance.'

Strengthening his grip on the sword yet again, a gentle aura like flowing water began emitting from the sword, and there, he swung at this monstrous meteor of energy.