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/N: Check my last 'Chapter' out, if you haven't already. Decision's will highly impact the course of the story. In this chapter, there will be two references, let's see if you can find them. Enjoy!
No one's P.O.V.
There was a blue sky above the prestigious Beacon Academy. At the top of the Academy, the Beacon Tower, Professor Ozpin and Bartholomew Oobleck were talking about important matters.
"So i would hope that... Mr. Ozpin, are you listening?" The Hyperactive Doctor asked, looking at the Headmaster with a questioning glare.
Professor Ozpin stood up and walked over to the Window. He then looked solemnly at the Sky.
"Is something wrong?" This time, the Doctor sounded more worried.
"...It's just that... It's a terrible day for Rain." Ozpin responded to Oobleck's Question with a gloomy tone.
"But... it's not Raining." Ozpin then turned around with a Sad look on his face, and stared at his Monitor, which was showing a young Boy, clinging to a lost soul's last remnant.
"It is..."
Sol's P.O.V.
I was staring at Y/N, crying and alone. He left out a powerful Yell, that made my bones shiver. I noticed that Grimm started to gather around him, attracted to his Negative Emotions. I pulled out All-for-Naught and tried to reach Y/N, but my body wouldn't move.
I looked at Y/N, who stopped sobbing, and slowly started to get on his feet. He transformed the Staff he just got, holding it in his left hand, into... a Scythe? It looked a lot like his, only Blue instead of Red. He must've been close to that Kazumi. His aura swirled around him, but... it wasn't F/C, it was Black with red swirls in it. I was struck by fear, and i didn't know why. I only knew one thing: That isn't the same idiot form before.
He opened his eyes, but they weren't Silver, thy were E/C, with Red shimmering in it.
A/N: If your eyes are Red, imagine there being a Fiercer, glowing red in them.
"Hōfuku ōbādoraibu!" The aura around him whirled around him, centering in his right hand. It manifested in a Dark Scythe, which had Mist emerging from it. It was dark and the blade glowed red.
Before i could do anything, the grimm jumped into Action, lunging at him all at once. He took the Red Scythe and swung it, tearing through the Beowulf like they were nothing. The few who survived were swiftly cut down by his other Scythe. Next came the Ursa, who started rushing him. When they started clawing at them, he dodged each of them and jumped in the Air.
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