RWBY: Reborn With the Sharingan

He’d been reincarnated. Grimm: relentless monsters whose entire existence revolved around destroying humanity and all they created. Salem: a witch cursed with immortality and possessing unparallel control over those beasts. Ozma: a wizard bound to a cycle of reincarnation and given the task of uniting humanity. The God of Light and the God of Darkness: the twin gods responsible not only for Salem’s and Ozma’s curses but wiping out all of humanity in ages past. What little relief his abrupt rebirth brought about was dashed away the moment he realized his situation. Being reborn into the world of RWBY, an unfinished show that placed the would be heroes against impossible odds, might as well have been its own kind of hell. What was some average joe like him supposed to do about all that shit? Run behind one of the kingdoms’ walls and pretend he didn’t know what was to come? He'd considered it. God knows he did. But that wasn’t a real option. If he wanted to ensure he had a future in this world he had to pave the way for it with his own two hands. Luckily, between being born to the perfect parent for his situation and his recently discovered semblance taking on a very familiar form, he might actually have a fighting chance in this new world. The Sharingan was its own brand of overpowered bullshit after all.