The Beautiful Knave [Coming Soon]

chapter 1

Jaune: "How did all this start? Well, I was born unlucky. I don't have any natural talent. My father refused to train me, and my mother... she hates me. It was like I was a cursed child. It's not my fault I was born this way. I used to believe I could be like my twin sister, but as time went by, no matter how much I trained, it felt like I couldn't catch up to her. In the end, no one supported me or helped me. I just wanted someone to tell me that I could do it, but the reality was that my parents hated my existence all because I didn't have a semblance or aura.

On that day, they became aggressive towards me. By the time I was 12 years old, they did everything in their power to stop me from training or even escaping. On that day, I realized they didn't care about me, so why should I care about them? In that moment, my mother disowned me. I was shocked and angry, but she raised her hand and sent me flying towards the wall. My head was bleeding a lot. She even told me I disgusted her. When I looked at my seven sisters, all they did was look the other way. It was like they really didn't care."

Jaune paused, his eyes reflecting the pain of his past. He took a deep breath and continued, "That night, I decided I couldn't stay there any longer. I packed what little I had and ran away. I didn't know where I was going, but anywhere was better than that place. I wandered from town to town, surviving on my own. I trained in secret, hoping that one day I could prove them all wrong."

[One day but this is just the beginning of the story]

Jaune:You see

My grandfather was a man of great valor and strength, had once been my beacon of hope. I yearned to follow in his footsteps, to be a warrior of renown, but my dreams crumbled under the weight of reality. They were mere ideals, fragile shields against the crushing despair that threatened to consume me.

After my grandfather death, the light in my mother's eyes dimmed. She, too, had been a warrior, fierce and proud. But grief twisted her heart, and she turned against me, her own son. My sister joined in, and together, they would unleash their fury upon me, a relentless storm that sought to break my spirit.

They locked me away, confined me to the shadows of my room, where I was left to wither.

[Aka jaune receive the worst beating of his life]

The beatings, the scorn, the utter disdain-I bore it all. It was a cruel testament to my weakness, a constant reminder of what I lacked.

Yet, in the depths of my despair, I wanted nothing more then to off myself from this fuck up world we live in I hate it more then anything

But Locked away in the dim confines of my room, I often pondered if my aspirations were a fool's errand. Was it wrong to dream of emulating my grandfather, the great warrior of the past? His tales of valor and strength had been my lullabies, his legacy my only solace in a world that saw me as nothing.

Yet, here I was, semblance-less, aura-less, a stark contrast to the man I yearned to become. My family's disdain was a heavy chain, a constant reminder of my perceived inadequacy. But it was Jeanne, my sister, who bore the deepest contempt for me.