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In a world that magic attributes started appearing along with mystical creatures called monsters. Then guilds were formed by the strongest mages and they took on these monsters for money fame and honor. Japan was the only nation that looked like it was made out of magic. Everything looked nice and clean. There were sturdy and tall buildings with things that the rest of the world never knew. Japan kept this secret to themselves. Japan also was the homeland the the strongest mages that were ever born. 1539 years after 'The Great War' Someone was born in Japan that was attributeless and he was outcast led to flee somewhere else. Follow him on his mission to become the strongest mage.
There is a man with long black hair and crimson eyes, his arms filled with scars and his face of those that have been tortured. He is wearing a white T-shirt and black jeans with a pair of black shoes his name John. He is currently on a beach full of junk. The waves tinted a faint gray with rubble floating in it, as he looks out to sea. The people living in shacks and broken run down buildings full with various insects and bugs, while vegetation slowly eating away at the town.
*Crackle crackle*
John heard this sound and speculating on what could make such a sound he reluctantly moved forward as the waves crash against his feet. The sound began to intensify, then he suddenly felt a huge heat wave. John saw a man with long unkempt light gray hair, old ragged clothes, silver white eyes and sharp teeth. In front of the is a immense concentration of energy emitting heat.
John:"I-is that a flame?!"
???:"Mind your own goddamn business."
John:"How can there be fire without a magic attribute in use? What is causing it, what makes it keep growing and moving so irregularly?"
The man was already frustrated and John questioning him wasn't helping, he was getting more and more annoyed by the passing seconds. He moved his hand in a sharp and swift movement, his eyes lit up with a silver aura surrounding him. Steal pillars began to rise from the ground, metal began to rip off of the surrounding junk. He swiped his hand through the air with a loud thrust and pointed at John's head.
???:[Lock on.]
*Clank, clank, clank*
John:"What-"
*Swoosh*
The iron scraps began to spin violently and fly to around John's body with immense speed, cutting him several times all over his body.
*stop*
The metal scraps now shaped into a dill head stopped right before John's face.
???:"Shut up."
John:"I-i'm sorry I just wanted to know how the flame was still going."
???:"Why would you want to know that?"
John:"Ever since I was a kid I was mistreated and misjudged for being attributeless. Everyone always treated me like shit and it was insufferable."
???:"So you're attributeless?"
John:"Yes, but that won't stop me in my endeavors to become apart of a great guild."
???:"Those are some pretty ballsy words kid you sure a worthless piece of shit can do anything!? You are jut one of those people that think they can do everything, you are just a empty shell of a person begging to be filled by something that doesn't exist! Your type should learn to stay at the bottom and be the slaves of society!"
The man was even more aggravated and annoyed than before. John could scene his immense anger and frustration. John knew everything the man said was true, what use did he have? He was just a attrobuteless idiot, truly a worthless person. John knew this deep down and knew that his dream was just that nothing ore then a dream. Even so John still wanted to show the world that attrobuteless people can be useful to.
Idiot 1:"Hey kid, we heard your attrobuteless."
John:"Ya, what's it to you."
Idiot 2:"Oh we got a big mouth on this one, lets teach him a lesson hell never forget!"
Idiot 1:[Gust of wind]
*Swoosh*
Idiot 2:[Water bullets]
*Splash*
Idiot 3:[Blinding sand]
*Whoosh*
TO BE CONTINUED
