This is the Story of Y/n. A boy whose semblance is one of a kind. He is going to change remnant and everyone's lives. Accompany him on this journey, of hardships, fun and pudding. What happens to him, is for you to decide...
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A few days after the talk, the Huntsmen/Huntresses-in-Training were seen standing in Professor Glynda Goodwitch's class, watching one of their friends fighting the School-Bully.
Cardin Winchester with his mace perched on his shoulder and Jaune Arc opposite him with Crocea Mors drawn, leaning on his weapon as if exhausted, in the spotlight shining on the Beacon Academy auditorium stage.
Jaune looks at Cardin, who is laughing at his opponent's tiredness/weakness. Jaune gathers his strength to charge forward and swing his blade at Cardin, only for him to jump out of the way. Jaune looks back, surprised, as Cardin's mace sends Jaune's shield, and Jaune, flying back. Now only armed with his sword, Jaune continued to try and attack, but is blocked by Cardin's mace's hilt. Their weapons lock, Cardin forces himself up, towering over a struggling Jaune.
"This is the part where you lose."
"Over my dead-"
Jaune is cut off as Cardin knees him in the gut, making Jaune drop his sword and fall to the ground in pain. Cardin raises his mace and is about to slam it down on a worried Jaune. You saw Ms. Goodwitch about to stop it, but just before she could even stop the match, you shot Lightning towards Cardin's hand, hitting his hand and making him drop his mace. He stares at his electrocuted Hand, and looks up to you with an angry glare, which you returned with a grin.
"Mr. L/N, thank you for looking out for your friends, but i had everything under control." Cardin gives you one last glare before he relents and walks away as Ms. Goodwitch comes onto the stage, tapping her tablet. "Students, as you can see, Mr. Arc's Aura has now dropped into the red. In a tournament-styled duel, this would indicate that Jaune is no longer fit for battle, and that the official may call the match."
While Jaune still lays on the floor in defeat and Pyrrha Nikos looks sad, Glynda turns her head to look at the beat-up Boy as he pulls out a small tablet with his low, blinking stats and the rest of his team.
"Mr. Arc, it's been weeks now. Please try to refer to your Scroll during combat. Gauging your Aura will help you decide when it's appropriate to attack, or when it is better to move to a more... defensive strategy. We wouldn't want you to be gobbled up by a Beowolf, now, would we?" There was a hint of menace in her voice.
"Speak for yourself..." Cardin commented.
"Got a Problem, Cardin?" You stood up.
"With an extra like you? No." He laughed.
"What's your point?"
"You don't wear the School's uniform. Heck, you don't even have a Team!" You shot daggers at him, lightning surrounding your right arm.
"I mean, he has a point with the Uniform." Sol interrupted.
"Yeah, Ms. Goodwitch, why does he get a different Uniform?" Ruby asked the teacher, who looked ready to stop you and Cardin.
"Because-" Cardin was interrupted by an deep voice.
"Because, he is my Student." Everyone in the room turned to look at the White-Haired male who entered the room.
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