Hey, look who has a new story! I know I should focus on the ones I have, but I have ideas. For those reading Knight of Oppai you should expect a reboot by December for that story even though it's pretty recent. It's mostly because I wanted to try writing a pervy character and while it was fun it was also difficult to do that with Jaune so I'll redo it.

This chapters kinda short but I'll try and get the next one out in the next couple of days. Now onto the story so tell me what you think in the comments.

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The Blond Swordsman

Ch. 1

A man stands alone in a bleak white room. He stands nearly 6 feet tall with short green hair and a scar over his right eye. Another scar stretches across his torso from his left should down towards the right side of his hip.

"The hell? Where am I?" The unnamed man ponders to no one. Looking around he notices that there's nothing in the room except for a door with a light over it. Soon the light turns green and the door opens.

The green haired man looks in the door and thinks for a few moments. "Nowhere else to go I guess." With only one way out he walks through the door into another room like the previous one. The sole exception being the pale man with short blond hair sitting at a desk in the center.

The pale man looks up from his paper work makes eye contact with his visitor. "Ah, you're here." He smiles at the green haired man before looking back towards his paper. "Give me just a second. I need to finish this." Before the visitor can ask any questions, the working man puts the paper back down and gives him his undivided attention. "Now then, how can I help you?"

"Where am I? I don't remember coming here. So that means you probably kidnapped me." The aggressive man moves his left hand to his right hip as though to grab something. He feels around only to find nothing. "What's going on? What'd you guys do with my swords?"

The pale man puts his hands up defensively to try and calm the angered swordsman. "I haven't done anything with them. They weren't with you when you came here."

"And where is 'here' anyways?" The unarmed swordsman calms some as he questions the unknown man.

The unknown man gives a small chuckle at the question. "Well, that is a good question, isn't it? This place has been called many things before. Tell me, what's the last thing you remember?"

The swordsman ponders for a moment as he tries to recall recent events. Everything seems fuzzy, but as he thinks more one thing does come to mind. "I died, didn't I?" He receives a nod from his strange acquaintance in conformation. "Tch, of course I did. I suppose that means that this must be the afterlife."

The pale gentleman nods again to confirm. "You're correct. I'm glad to see that you're accepting this easy. Most become hysterical or deny it."

"Does that mean you're God? Don't seem like much to me." If the pale man was offended by the swordsman comment, he didn't show it.

"No, no. I'm not God. The Great One has bigger things to do then deal with every individual soul. I'm what you may call a secretary. I deal with those who've recently died and send them to the correct place."

The swordsman hums at the news. "Then you must be here to show me the way to Hell. Well, let's get on with it. No point in wasting time."

Again, the secretary waves his hands in front of him. "I'm afraid if you were expecting to go to Hell then you're going to be sorely disappointed."

"I'm not going to Hell?" The revelation causes the swordsman to be mildly surprised. "You saying I'm going to Heaven? Doesn't seem like the kinda place for someone like me."

"I can understand why you'd see it that way." Another laugh escapes the odd entities lips as he picks up some pieces of paper. "While you have done some rather nasty things, your good actions greatly outweigh them. You and your friends achieved many great things in your adventures that saved many people. As such it has been decided that you have escaped the fiery pit."

"Alright then. Send me on my way. I hope you guys have good alcohol in Heaven."

"I'm sure we'll be able to satisfy you." With a snap of the secretaries fingers a new door appears. He points to the door as it opens down the new hallway. "Walk down that hall. Go until you come to the door at the very end. You'll be in Heaven in no time."

Walking towards the door, the swordsman walks past it and says his goodbyes. "I'll be seeing you then, Mr. Secretary."

With a wave, the secretary bids the swordsman farewell. "I hope you enjoy the afterlife, Roronoa Zoro."

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Entering the hallway, Roronoa Zoro sees that it's like the rooms. Bleak white as if made of marble. The only difference is that there's clouds floating higher up maybe 10 feet or so. "Yep, this seems like the Afterlife alright."

Further down the hall, there seems to be branching paths. For what, he has no idea. Zoro starts on his path to Heaven as he walks down the hall. He continues walking for another minute or so until he notices one of the branching paths on his right. 'He said to walk down this hall until I see the door. There's no sign of it yet so it must be further down. There's probably a short cut down this way.'

And with that, the swordsman's path to Heaven takes a wrong turn. Who would've thought. Another minute or so passes until he notices a door at the end of the hall. 'That's probably it.' There appears to be a sign over the door, but a cloud covers its name. 'Doesn't matter. This is the only door so this has to be it.' He walks though the doorway and becomes enveloped in a blinding light as he passes through.

After he enters, the cloud above the door moves out of the way. It reveals the name on the sign. "Reincarnation" in big bold letters hangs over head with a digital board that seems to be changing. The board comes to a stop on the destination of the new arrival. "Remnant"

And so begins the story of how a boy would one-day chase after his goal to become the greatest swordsman in a word dominated by women, and how he would change the very shape of it as he made his journey.

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On Remnant

In a hospital within the city of Vale, a very pregnant Isabelle D. Arc was currently in the middle of one of her most trying moments of her life. The birth of her fourth and fifth children. Even this great Huntress is no match for the horrifying pains of child birth.

The doctor on call is trying her best to assist with the birth, but with the fact that the mother is a very accomplished, and very strong, Huntress she can do little except direct her in fear of the lash out that might come from her.

"Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to push! You're almost there!"

"I'm trying!" The exhausted mother continues to try and push the child out. Eventually, after much cursing and promises of pain to the father, she's able to finally bring the newborn child into the world.

The doctor holds the baby up to her chest to see the sex of the child. "It's a girl." The announcement causes the mother of four children now begins to weep slightly. Until another sharp pain knocks her from the happy moment. "AAAAAHHHHHH!"

Quickly the doctor hands the newborn to a nearby nurse and checks the pained woman. "The other child's on the way!" Like before they assist as best they can get the other life into the world. A few more seconds pass before another head crowns out and slips into the waiting doctor's hands.

Another check in the light she announces the sex. "It's a boy."

With the birth of the final child, the mother can finally rest. She holds her arms out to hold her children and see their beautiful faces. Tears begin to pool in her eyes as she looks them over. Both have bright blond hair and deep blue eyes that shine through whenever they aren't crying. "They're so beautiful. Aren't they dear?"

Next to her the father, Michael Arc, looks at his two children's wailing faces. "They sure are. Do you have any names in mind?"

The wife and mother nods at the question before returning her attention the children. "Of course. For the girl, I was thinking Marron, and for the boy I was thinking of naming him Jaune."

Michael gently caresses the newborn's heads. "Those names sound nice. I'm sure they'll grow up to be great people."