"What is a normal person?"

This question is very funny, yet also quite philosophical.

The reason for it being funny is quite simple. No one would ever ask this type of question without any purpose whatsoever.

If someone asked you this question one day, you would probably laugh it off.

However, this is also a philosophical question that people could debate over it for hours without stopping.

However, these kind of debates won't happen until high school or university.

Yet, I asked this question to my primary school teacher one day.

That year, I was only eight years old.

As you probably would have known, the teacher and the rest of the classmates were quite surprised and embarrassed and also mystified I suppose.

From this, you probably would have noticed that I am a bit different from the rest of my peers. Nobody who is normal would ask this kind of question when they are just eight years old.

But, from any other way, I am also perfectly normal.

When my peers are playing, I join them.

When my peers are mucking around causing trouble, I also am being a trouble maker.

In other words, I am not mentally older than anybody else. So, in conclusion, I am not physically different or mentally different from everybody else.

Yet, on that day, I asked that question out of the blue.

Bit by bit, I finally discovered I am a tad bit different from everybody.

I was only seven years old.

Before that, I had a perfectly normal life. My parents are hard working people, so they don't spend a lot of time with me. This is also normal. So in fact, I am closer to my grandfather.

My grandfather loves me deeply.

When I wanted to play, he would play with me.

When my parents scolded me, he would be there to protect me.

When I accidentally hurt myself, he would be there to comfort me.

So, I love my grandfather deeply.

Even when I grew up, I would say without a doubt, that the person I love most is my grandfather.

So, what would be your reaction when somebody like this suddenly disappeared from your world permanently?

I never thought about that until that year.

"..." sobs filled the tiny room. Some of them were silent, some of them were extravagant. However, everybody could hear the sadness in their voices.

Children, moved by those tears and cries, joined in.

I was among them, my hand held by mother, and I looked at the black and white photo in front of me.

The man in the photo, is my grandfather.

I know, everybody around me also missed him, therefore tears were rolling down their cheeks.

For me, however, I some how couldn't squeeze out a single drop of tear.

Everybody around me were crying, adults and children alike, yet I couldn't.

So I asked my mother "Mummy, why are you crying?"

My mother answered in tears "...Because, grandfather could never come back..."

I knew that.

I might be young, but I still know that.

I knew, that grandfather could never come back.

but...

"But, why should you cry?"

My mother looked at me in shock.

She said "Because grandfather is never coming back, normal people are sad, so they are crying."

After this, I stopped talking.

But one question remained in my heart.

"So, should normal people cry at this moment?"

This is the reason, I asked my teacher when I was eight.

When I grew up, I learnt that it is logical to cry when someone close to you died.

For somebody normal, when their close relatives and friends die, they will cry and weep.

If someone can be sad and weep in this situation, then he or she is normal.

In the field of psychology, when someone's subjective view is the same as the rest of the world's objective view is the same, he or she is normal.

Therefore, if someone's action and mind is different from the rest of the world, he or she is not normal.

And someone who isn't normal, is destined to be not understood by the rest of the world.

In conclusion, according to this theory, I am not normal.

That day, I did not cry.

When people felt sad, I felt only calmness.

When people thought it was logical, I thought that was strange.

When people wept, I was only surprised.

I am so different from the rest, that I may as well have no heart. So that is not normal.

In anyway, he was the one who raised me, and I am closest to him and he is my relative.

So someone like that died, and I was so young, therefore I should cry, right?

But, until the end, I never shed a single tear. I didn't even have the urge to cry or even feel sad. I am not happy, but I am not sad either.

At that time, people dismissed my reaction as I was naive, or I was already mature, therefore I couldn't be moved by this.

But I knew, just a bit.

"I am different from the others."

That was what I thought.

When I grew up, I learnt why I acted this way.

It's not only because I grew up, but also similar events happened.

During primary school, one of my best friends died of cancer. I stood by the bed and watched him closed his eyes forever and my eyes didn't even feel remotely moist.

Another time, my father died during a accident. He accidentally fell off the ledge of the platform and fell to his death. I was standing right next to the spot where he landed. I did not feel scared or sad even when warm blood splattered on my face.

A year later, my mother was shot during a bank robbery. I was there too when she fell in front of me. I felt nothing. Even when the robber pointed the gun in my face and I knew that if he pulled the trigger, I would be dead. I did not flinch.

When my grandmother passed away, I did not cry either.

Later, when I was sixteen working as a part time job as a cleaner, one of my female colleagues suicided by taking poison and hanged herself because she had a huge debt and she can't pay it back. I was first to discover the corpse and although we were friends and my nostrils flared at the stench, I did not cry.

I am not heartless and cold.

I am mentally disabled.

No matter how close I am to others, I can't feel anything when they died.

This is my weakness and fault in my mind.

I can't feel any emotion when someone else died.

Therefore...

"When I died, I can't have any emotion either."

This hypothesis was confirmed when I was seventeen...

"Crash-!"

It is a the loud sound of a high speed vehicle colliding with a body.

The impact is only a second. I only felt that the world is spinning. When I recovered my sight, the first I thing I saw was the blue sky.

But the blue sky is then quickly became red and then slowly by slowly turning black.

The red comes from my bleeding retina.

The black is because I am slowly losing my conscious.

At this moment, I can't feel my body anymore, like it never existed in the first place.

I can only feel warmth.

Warm.

Very warm.

Around me, people start to gather round and appear in my blurred eyes.

I can't hear what they are saying.

I can only sense panic.

With great difficulty, I tilted my head side ways.

On the road, there is a red pool slowly forming and also the warmth subsides.

I then finally realised.

I am not only bleeding blood. I am also dying.

It is a car accident.

Just like in this country, there are hundreds and thousands of car accidents each day and I am no different. I am one of them.

Yet again, I can't feel any emotion.

"So that's what happened..." I thought

No regrets, sadness, fear and resistance.

After all, I can't have emotions with regards to "death" as a concept. I simply submit to fate.

I can't feel anything towards death. This is the my deficiency I had.

This event only confirms my suspicion.

My time is running out. Only two thoughts remain.

One of them is "Where will people go after they died?"

Another one is

"Will anybody weep for me after I died?"

And then, darkness.

After a long time, actually I am not sure if that exists or not. A female voice said to me.

"Well, aren't you special."

I can't see her. I don't even have eyes. However, I can sense her presence, and it is telling me danger.

"Please, elaborate." After some thoughts, I replied. How am I even replying when I don't even have a mouth? Better question, how am I even hearing things?

"Well, the fact that you can reply to me basically means you are special." She replied, now with a hint of laughter.

"That, still doesn't mean much to me."

"Ok, , just to confirm one thing. You are dead, right?"

"Last time I checked yes."

"Well, the actual truth is yes and no. You see, when someone died, their soul and mind will also perish in seconds. Yet you are still communicating with me when your body, the vessel who holds your soul and mind is dead. So to answer your question, your body is dead, but your soul and mind lives on. This means that you literally defied causality and therefore created a paradox." With a hint of a amazement she explained everything.

"So, what happens to me now?"

"Well, to fix this, you have to be dead in this world. But, you are special, therefore, I will transfer you soul and mind to another dimension and create another body for you."

I can't believe this.

I am getting a second chance in life.

I quickly calmed down and asked coldly. "And the price?"

"You already paid your fare, way more than you need." She replied with a laugh. "In fact, I need to give you some complimentary things to actually to make us even."

"What did I pay?"

"...You died..." She replied with a deadpan voice.

"Anyway, I will let you customise your next vessel. First, male or female?"

"Male, please, let me stay that way." I replied for the first time with annoyance.

"Alright alright, just checking. Second, which attribute do you want to focus on?" She replied again with a laugh. She is having fun isn't she.

"...Agility and speed." I replied. The toughest defence can crack and the strongest power mean nothing if you can't hit anything.

"Interesting choice! Now, let me just give your special ability." She said happily. Wait, I don't get to choose that?

"Of course no! However, you won't be disappointed with it either. Your current state that defies causality automatically grants you one and I am also giving you another one so be quiet." She replied with a grumpy voice. She sounds very young now I think about it...

"Ok, almost there. Another note, the world you will be in is not safe so I have armed you with twin daggers and a katana if that's fine with you." She said after a few minutes. I let out a sigh. Daggers and katana...this sounds incredibly like an anime. But hey, I am not going to complain if the world is dangerous. I may be fearless, but I am not suicidal!

"That's fine I guess...Also, please let me have throwing dagger precision..." I like to be well rounded in general. It would be awkward if I can't catch up to my enemies so this is sort of an insurance I guess.

"...And done! Now, I am going to ask you again. I am going to let you stay as a human. The new world will be dangerous. Are you sure you want to go?" She asked.

"I am resolved." I took a deep breath-If I could and replied. Wait, what did she mean by human? Are there some sorts of other sentient beings? Anyway, I don't really mind them. I am not racist at all. They are all the same to me.

"Just one last thing...What is your name?"

"My name...Meng. I want to be called Sanzu Meng."

"Alrighty! Now, Sanzu Meng! Embrace your new world and life! May you create your own story!"

With that, I opened my eyes, now with a blue demonic colored ring around the iris.

"And he is off like that, Gaia?" another female voice asked.

"Yep, he is now gone, my dear sister Alaya-chan!" Gaia replied happily.

"You are so lazy that you don't want to deal with him yourself."

"Na, it's just more fun this way."

"...Whoever that was, I pray for your safety." Alaya siad as she held her hands together in a prayer fashion.

"Nah, he'll be fine. He is gifted in so many ways. He'll be fine." Gaia replied.

"...I don't believe you."

"Trust me, he is fine. He is more than capable of taking care of himself. One day, he will match us even."

"...If you say so, will of the world."

"Just you see...will of the mankind."

Profile.

Name: Sanzu Meng

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Currently equipped clothing: red short sleeved leather jacket. Blue shirt and blue trousers.

Currently equipped weapon: Dagger * 2 mysterious katana*1

Strength: C

Agility: B

Luck: C (affects how much you can see through their weak points and defences. Not literally luck)(Changes to A+ under semblance 1)

Vitality: D+

Aura: E-(when comes to physical resistance) A+++(When comes to resist the effects of other's semblance)

Semblance:

1:

Name: Mystic eyes of death perception

Type: Anti unit (can grow)

Rank: A+

Effect: Allows the user to see the lines of death that everything has. If the user can understand that it can die, by cutting the lines, they will die instantly. The damage done is irreversible, can't be blocked, can't be healed or resurrected. A truly terrifying power. However, can still be evaded if the target is dodging.

2:

Name:?

Type:?

Rank:?

Effect:?

passive skills.

Precision C+ :Allows the user to hit 6 times out of 10 with throwing weapons or guns.

Rider C-: Can easily handle most vehicles with ease, exception of highly sophisticated modes of transports such as planes and mech suits and other ferocious animals such as tigers and lions.

Hypersense EX : User is always aware of the surroundings and can tell the number of creatures and beings around no matter what sort of sneak device or strategy is used. Is not affected by loss of sight, smell, hearing or feeling. It's a sixth sense. Can also sense urge to kill easily disregarding any concealment. User also not affected by illusions at all. (Hence aura resistance against semblance). Can also detect lies. However, if the speaker genuinely believes what they say is true, then it loses its effect.

Active combat ability: none (so far)

All right, this is my prologue for my newest fanfiction. Actually it is my second fic and the first rwby fic. So I thought I would just give some sort of back story for my OC to explain the way he will act later. For those who don't like my OC for being too OP. Trust me, it comes with a price. I am not going to reveal anything now, but it comes with a high price. If you don't like OCs in general, well...I am sorry to hear that.

Pairings...I currently have no plans at all. Actually I was thinking which one should be paired with each other. So leave in the comments for any suggestions.

The plot will start from vol.1 and follow the time line from the show.

That's about it. If have any suggestions please leave it in the reviews or PM me, likes are appreciated, hates...please add a reason for me to improve...after all this is a story that I hope you guys would enjoy so please help me to improve.

Now the disclaimers: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum (We miss you good sir), Gaia and Alaya belongs to the type moon franchise and probably will never appear again. OC abilities comes from the type moon franchise too.

If you like this story, please favourite and follow for more updates. Comments and reviews are welcomed by all means.

I am Sivir, and see you all next time soon.