The protagonist was reincarnated into the body of Jaune Arc with a powerful Semblance that can create anything as long as he pays with Aura or Magic.
A little heads up, English is not my first language.
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"That's what I'm talking about, Jaune." Noir comments in a tired tone. "Since the accident, you have displayed a drastic change in behavior, including swearing and exhibiting a more aggressive demeanor than usual."
Despite her formal tone, I begin to notice that she truly cared about my well-being.
"Everyone was jubilant when you recovered from your coma, but since then, you've changed so much, even father is worried about you."Despite her stoic face, her voice is filled with sadness. "I'm worried about you."
"Wow..." I muttered quietly, feeling bad. "But what about this 'paying for your crimes' thing?"
"You mean besides the money you stole?"
"That money was mine!" I reply indignantly.
"That money was for your college." She says in a dry tone.
In response, I could only give a wry smile and avoid her gaze.
Sighing tiredly, Noir took her foot off my chest and helped me stand up. As soon as I stood up, I took a step back, moving away from her for fear of being captured again.
"I admit you seem to have developed some muscles, but that doesn't matter, you're coming home with me."
"I say it doesn't matter what you want." I reply as I raise my voice, trying to assert myself against her. "It's my life, fuck yours, I'm going nowhere."
"So much unnecessary vulgarity." Noir said, shaking his head. "This just proves how immature and unfit you are to become a Huntsman."
"Are you a deaf woman?" I yell. "That ship has already sailed Noir, I'm on Beacon I'm a team leader, go live your life and leave me the fuck alone!" I curse, raising my hands to the night sky.
With an irritated face, the blonde took out one of her swords and points it in my direction. The weapon's blade and chain were black as night, which suited her name, 'Minuit'.
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"You are an Arc." Her voice was filled with authority and veiled anger. "The sole male heir of our lineage, you have obligations to the Arc clan."
SWISH!
Before I could complain or curse at her again, the weapon flew from her hand. All I could see was a dark metallic blur coming towards me. Startled by the speed, I raise my hands to defend against the attack.
"Huh?" I mutter aloud.
The sword hadn't struck me, it passed by my side, wrapping me in its chain.
"Straight to BDSM? At least buy me dinner first."
An angry vein bulged on her forehead, yet she didn't respond to my behavior.
"I gave my word to our father and mother that I would bring you home safely, even if I have to drag you unconscious."
