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_______________________________________The Undead grasp his helm and lifted it off reveling his face to the world, and the girls took in every detail of his face.
He had pale skin, short dirt blond hair that was messy and ungroomed bits of ash still clung to it, small stubby beard barely grown same fate as hair with little bits of ash in it as well, his eye's were of different colors with the left being blue and the other red of a crimson color almost looking as if a burning flame was deep inside it.
But what was most surprising was how young he was as most of them thought he would be much older them with the way he spoke sounding if he had live a full life and, was a bit deeper sounding than most.
But he didn't look much older than 17 or 16 so how was that possible?
All together he look a bit rough but not unpleasant to look at, the only troubling thing was how tired look he had look not physically more if he was mental fatigue that usually showed on very old Hunters.
"Huh? Thought you would be some 30 year man" Yang worded out loud "But you look like your a little bit older then us.
'Really' thought to himself he still look young? He should look like a old man by now, but what was age to a undead at least he didn't look hollowed, so he really did care all to much.
"Well are you satisfied now Lady Weiss? Wander question since it was her idea for him to show he's face.
"Umm... yes I am satisfied" Weiss awkwardly said while looking away from the Undead.
Ok weird?
"If that's all then" setting his helmet back on "Now where's that witch I grow tired of this place".
Right on cue Goodwitch had step in.
"For the last time it's Goodwitch" but with that she just let out a sigh she had a feeling he wasn't going to stop doing that."The ship's ready time to head home girls " Goodwitch said as the girls let out cheer for final getting this mission done with.
"I'm going to eat so many cookies when we get back" Ruby shouted.
"Can't wait hit the hay" Yang lazily yawned "It's been a busy day.
"Yes rest would be nice" Weiss agreed
"Good now everyone head to the ship"
Goodwitch ordered she still had a long night ahead.
____________________________The ship ride had been a bit more active this time with everyone being more talkative with Goodwitchs permission of course.
She instantly regretted it, as Miss Rose had been trying to question the Undead about himself and his current weapon.
"Wow that's a Old school katana I never seen one in such good conduction before it has to be rare" As Ruby geekout over the undead weapon "Does it have a name?"
"Actually it does Chaos Blade" the Undead answered, the Chaos Blade was one of the many weapons at his disposal he remembered Quelaag a being of Chaos, Daughter of Izalith God of life, she had stood guard blocking the path to the land of chaos and protecting what was left of her family and most important her sister.
.......
He did not know of this or her sister eternal pain, with the use of humanity to curve it at the time.
But all the same she died by my sword
using her soul to forge new life though the Chaos Blade, who knew the legend blade was the soul of a Chaos but maybe Ruby would enjoy the legend.

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Cutting the Strings
FanfictionWhat if the chosen Undead didn't light the fire or let the world go in darkness? What if instead, he made a different choice to change the world?