"You are special, but you just do not see it yet."
"What do you mean?"
"You were destined to be a huntsman from the minute you were borne to this world. You were destined to correct your father's mistake, and finish what he tried to do.
"Father? Wha...
Time has passed, and the incident with Roman has slowly disappeared from your memory. And, life as a student slowly turned into normal.
There hasn't been any news of crime activity ever since Roman's breach too, which really lifted your spirits. And, you were also growing in knowledge.
But, on one specific night, you began to dream.
A dream, that showed you the future.
---------------
...
"Huh...?"
"Where... am I?"
???: Rah!
Alert, you whirled around to see where the grunt had came from. It came from a teen, no less a year older than you. You then took in your surrounding, and one glance was imminent that you were in a forest of some kind.
The boy had raven black hair and eyes as red as rubies. His clothing though, was the most eyecatching feature.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(Shoutouts to Brickhammer for allowing me to borrow his OC.)
"Who... is that?"
Curious, you walked over towards the teen. But, a whoosh from your left grabs your attention, and when you glanced over, it was the faceless man.
Y/N: It's you!
???: The ancients have given you a blessing, child. This... shall be your opposition.
You see the boy's weapons, holstered at his sides.
Y/N: What... do you mean? Why am I seeing this?
Man: This is your destiny, child. You shall meet these warriors as you go, and from there, you will see your path. But for now... Why don't you sit back and watch the show?
Right on queue, the bloodthirsty growls of the Grimm howl the air. And as the boy unleashes his weapons, a pack of Beowolves appear from the treeline. He then lets out a chuckle and spins his twin axes.
But, as he scouts his enemies, he looks shocked to see 2 more waves of Beowolves appear from behind.
Y/N: There's more!? There's no way he can win this by himself!
???: Just watch, child. Observe.
Glancing back to the brewing fight, the teen chuckles louder as he tightens his grip on his weapons. And, on queue, 5 Beowolves charges against the boy.
