Ryan awoke to the sound of birds outside his bedroom window. He rubbed his eyes and in a machine like manner donned his uniform.
With a trademark sigh he made his bed and looked at his katana.
It was the blade of a legendary witch hunter who lived in Japan. It was known only as the blade of Asura.
When Ryan used it alongside his willpower he could preform supernatural feats, such as teleportation and cutting iron in half.
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The room was quite bare, only his bed and a table with a radio was there.
He shook his head and muttered "Why could I not have a normal teenage life? I never asked for any of this."
He pressed his forehead to the window and let out a breath on it. The glass was fogged as Ryan tried to clear the cobwebs
of sleep out of his mind. He felt alone, not that he minded. He was used to being alone, growing up he would run laps on the field by
himself or read a book under a tree. But people still liked him, they would often ask him for advice. His Mother instilled a noble soul into him.
Even if he complains he would always do the right thing. Why? Becasue it's just how he is.
His eyes fell to a picture taken of him and Jenny http://wallpapersus.com/wp-content/uploa...
Just then he heard a knock on his door. Who was it?
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