The younger me would have thought that almost completely eradicating the threat of the Grimm would have solved most of the world's problems. The younger me was an optimistic fool.

Food. People are fucking like rabbits now that the chances of their children getting gobbled up by a Beowulf are significantly lower; a consequence of this is that we don't have enough food to feed so many mouths. The farmlands in Remnant are tiny (smaller ones are easier to protect), and yeah, we're expanding them, but Atlas wasn't built in a day.

Politics. The Grimm are - or were - mindless beasts that threatened every kingdom, every settlement, and every person: they were a unifying force; now that they're gone, the kingdoms aren't afraid to step (or stomp, more like it) on each other's toes.

Then there's the whole Huntsman Academy dilemma. The kingdoms - who are (predictably) not very fond of having a relatively independent force of elite warriors on their land, have been trying to disband the four Huntsman Academies, now that there's no need for them. Oscar- or is it more like Ozpin, now? - is trying his hardest to negotiate with the Valean council, but those stubborn fools won't budge. Hunters are a thing of the past, they say, even as they regularly employ their services for the most mundane of duties. Hypocrites.

I sigh, running a calloused hand over shaggy blonde locks. I really should get a haircut.

"Here's your drink, sir," The pretty bartender says, sliding my Strawberry Sunrise over to me. I flash her thankful smile, and she flushes. Heh, Arc charm, works everytime.

It's not all bad though. I take a look at the other patrons of the bar; laughing and smiling as they are. People used to be so tense, now that I think about, always afraid that everyday would be their last. The air of joviality and carelessness feels so...foreign, but not in a bad way.

In a way, this is the world I've always fought for, what we've always fought for. I wonder how the others are doing...

I've personally retired. After Pyrrha, after stabbing a sword through Cinder's gut just to watch the light leave her eyes- a hollow feeling overcomes me -, after Salem; after...everything that's happened. I'd had enough. It's weird, I think, as I drink my Strawberry Sunrise; I always imagined that I would leave the Huntsman profession in a body bag.

Ruby is a celebrity. She's the one who dealt the killing blow to Salem, who toppled the seemingly indomitable empire of the Grimm; there are statues of her, you know? This is a double-edged sword though. She simply doesn't have the time to hang out with the rest of the gang. I miss her horribly.

Weiss is the head of Schnee Dust Company, she's been stomping out the remains of her father's insidious influence, but things are slow going.

Blake is the leader of the New White Fang. She's working on exterminating the remaining extremists. Her road to equality is tumultous, but progress is being made (it helps that Ruby openly supports her).

Yang? Well, she's much like me in her aimlessness, except she hasn't retired. She goes from place to place, searching for the few Grimm that survived the invasion of the Grimm Lands and eliminating them. So they don't find a way to reproduce she says, but the rest of the gang knows that she's just itching for a good fight.

Ren and Nora are married and have a kid - an adorable little girl named Sif, the little scamp reminds me of my sisters, always using her cuteness to her advantage, and there has been many times where I have fallen victim to her puppy eyes. I was best man at their wedding; I'm not afraid to say that I shed more than a few tears of pride. I visit them occasionally, but I don't want to intrude on their lives, even though I know that they wouldn't see it that way.

I've finished the drink before I even know it. I blink, and then request another of the bartender; she nods her assent, and gives me a wink. Huh, maybe I should try my luck with her.

Marriage...Mom's been badgering me about that recently, "You're already twenty six," she says, "Why aren't you giving me any grandchildren yet?" It's not that easy, Mom. Ruby's more of sister to me, Weiss and Blake have Neptune and Sun respectively; and Yang? Her, settling down? Unlikely. The only one I could have ended up with was Pyrrha.

I take a sip of my drink. It's been so long, and while the wounds may have healed; that doesn't mean that there aren't any scars. Thinking of her doesn't make me so morose anymore, only melancholic.

Someone claps me on the back; the force of it almost activates my Aura. I turn to glare at the culprit, only to widen my eyes as they meet a pair of lilac eyes.

"Heya," she grins, giving me a robotic thumbs up, and lashing out with the other hand to steal the Strawberry Sunrise from my nearly-slackened hand, "How's it goin' Vomit Boy?" She then downs my drink in one gulp.

AN

Very short chapter, I know, but this chapter is just meant to establish some stuff.

So, I was bored, and listing off story ideas in my head. I've already done White Knight, and I'm doing Arcest (don't judge me), Generic And Uninteresting Harem (okay, now you can judge me) and I'm working on a Lancaster oneshot, so why not write a Dragonslayer story, thought I; then it sorta underwent a metamorphosis from a smutty Dragonslayer oneshot to a multi-chaptered experiment in 1st person writing, realistic relationships, and a character study of what I envision the RWBY cast will be like when they're older.

Anyway, enough of my ramblings. Remember to leave a review. I'll only get better if I get criticized.