A young man was trained in the arts of the sword. His price? His vision. As he train in the arts his vision became clouded, until all he can see is darkness and the aura of people. The aura draws what the person looks like. This made him glee with joy. Sadly, luck was never on his side. "A sword is never dull. Its sharpness just depends on the wielder." This is just a test run. If the first chapter gets a lot of stars and reads I'll consider making it into a real book. RWBY belongs to rooster teeth Pictures and videos used belongs to their respectable owners Story plot belongs to me
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