Y/n has spent all of his life being treated like worthless trash, barely worth the oxygen he breathes. But after escaping an abusive home Y/n finds himself with a desire for revenge and a death wish. A wish that a certain witch is making come true...
Y/n watched them from a distance as they hopped off the airship. They both looked so excited to be attending Beacon. How arrogant. Y/n's scroll buzzed. It was a message from Roman.
Have you arrived?
Yes.
Y/n thought about Roman for a minute. How he had taken him in that fateful day at the lake. How he had seen potential in Y/n and trained him. How he had asked Y/n to attend Beacon so he knew how to kill huntsmen.
The last bit was still floating around in Y/n's mind when he saw the sisters and the rest of the students filter into Beacons Auditorium. He quickly followed.
Y/n looked around at all the students in their various uniforms and with their unique weapons. He looked at himself.
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He looked as good if not better than the surrounding huntsmen in training. He double-checked to make sure he still had his weapons.
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His sword, Eternity's edge.
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And his Paladin pistol.
As Y/n was double-checking his weapons, Ozpin walked onto the stage.
