I'm Arch-Paladin and this is my first Fanfic.

First of all, this is a translation of my Fic that right now is in chapter 13 you can check my page and that there, second English is not my first language, I can communicate in English but writing is a story is a new challenge and all critics are welcome, thirdly I´m using the free version of Grammarly because I´m cheap/poor like that.

The story takes place in a world similar to that of the Rwby series, the protagonist reincarnated as the twin brother of Jaune Arc knows the original series and will have to deal with the differences that this world presents from the original work.

Pain, was the first thing I felt when I started to wake up, my muscles were sore, breathing made my ribs ache and my head was throbbing inside my skull very hard, the second thing I noticed was the strong smell of alcohol and ether that are used in cleaning and in the background the sounds of hospital equipment such as heart monitors and oxygen pumps were audible. I tried to get up but I didn't have the strength and I felt as if my muscles were on fire, in my vain attempt to get up I noticed the wires and tubes connected to my body, except for the probes that were in my arm and nose, the others were not intrusive.

Am I in a hospital? Why? My stomach started to churn, my breathing started to quicken and become erratic, despair, anxiety, and paranoia started to take over my mind, what happened to me? Am I stabilized? Am I at risk? I try to remember the reason that may have led to my hospitalization, but my head starts to hurt more, I can only remember black shapes and a lot of blood, my god there was so much blood, when I start to remember something the pain intensifies and makes me lose concentration, that's not a good sign, I remember nothing, I don't remember how I got hurt, I don't remember my family, I don't remember my name... I may have hit my head, when opening my eyes it took a few seconds to clear my vision and confirm that I'm in a big hospital bed surrounded by hospital machines with blue transparent monitors… projected in a hologram?!

Okay… I'm in a state-of-the-art hospital, and the bill for this admission will be astronomical.

- Calm down, it's okay, you're safe, lie down and breathe slowly.

The voice was calm and sounded feminine. Turning my head I see who spoke, a lady, probably the nurse, she had purple hair tied in a bun, she was wearing a green uniform, she must be a medic or at least a nurse.

- According to these readings you will be able to recover completely, but you will need to do physical therapy to recover from muscle atrophy, you are a lucky little boy.

huh? Why did she call me a little boy? I wanted to ask a lot of questions, why I was in so much pain, who was she, where was I, what had happened to me, and how long had I been out, but my throat was hurting so much.

- Water.

It was the only thing I could say and it took almost all my strength to speak, my voice was very weak I didn't know if the nurse had heard me, the nurse cleared my doubts when smiled at me, she went to fill a glass in the sink from the bathroom, meanwhile, I took a deep breath, as if preparing to make a great physical effort and I tried to get up, but all I managed to do was groan in pain with my hoarse voice. At the same time the nurse ran to the side of my bed and without any effort put me in a sitting position keeping me supported on her arm.

- Stubborn boy, here drink your water. - The cold liquid touched my lips and as soon as it started to go down my throat I felt a little bit of strength returning to my body. - You were in a coma for more than 2 weeks, that doesn't mean your body was at rest, you need a normal night's sleep.

Despite the little lecture her tone was loving and now that her hand was supporting my back I noticed that the nurse was huge, she must have been over eight feet tall, no wonder she was able to lift me with just one arm and the glass was also quite big. WAIT A MINUTE! My hands are "wrong", they look smaller and my skin tone is white?! I may not have my memory, but I know I have brown skin, or was I black?

- Very well, if you go to sleep now, tomorrow I'll get you extra gelatin for your breakfast. - Said the Nurse patting my head.

I look out the window and notice that my reflection is of a scrawny white boy, maybe 6 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, but I can't even analyze my image because my attention turns to something high up in the starry sky, in amidst the stars in the sky the moon was in the place it has always been but with the aberrant detail that part of the moon was BROKEN!

When I try to understand what is happening in front of me, a blue holographic rectangle appears.

!WELCOME GAMER!

Your soul has been reincarnated, do you want to start the tutorial?

Accept / Decline

!WELCOME GAMER!

Greetings once again,

Thanks for reading my FIC,

I'm writing this story to train my writing and help me deal with some personal problems, so I'm not ashamed to admit that the protagonist is an SI.