Fox Huntsman of Beacon Academy
Written By: Rave Rose of Twilight
Warning: I don't own Naruto or RWBY.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: After a bit of thought, I've decided to rework this story. Flesh out some ideas and not get everything directly from the Anime. To Fairy Tail Dragon Slayer: Thank you. I see what you meant now and I agree with you. I wish I had done this story the way I had been doing my other stories where I give Naruto a unique background.
Chapter One: A Day in the Life of Naruto Uzumaki
"Naruto," called an elderly, yet powerful voice. "It's time for lunch!"
It was a beautiful day in Vacuo. The sun was hanging high in the sky with a few clouds drifting through the sky. Deep in the woods of Vacuo was a small village known as Konoha. From behind one of the trees, a young boy with bright blond spiky hair and azure blue eyes popped out from his hiding spot. He bore a set of whisker-like birthmark on his cheeks, something that was rare for a child like him.
"COMING, GRANDPA," the young boy called back, causing some of the other kids hiding to groan. Several students popped out of their hiding spots. "Sorry. I gotta go."
"It's cool, Naruto," called a young boy around his age with brown hair and brown eyes. On his shoulder, a small white puppy barked in response. "It's know, Akamaru, but we'll get a chance to beat him in Hide and Go Seek later."
"You wish, Kiba," Naruto threw back with a laugh. "Nobody can beat me in Hide and Go Seek. I'm the best hider and seeker in the village!"
"Oh yeah," challenged Kiba, puffing out his chest in pride. "Mom said she's planning on getting me started on training so I can get into a good Combat School and become the best Huntsman Konoha's ever seen."
"Yeah right, Kibble Breath," called a pink-haired girl and emerald green eyes. "If anyone has a chance at being the best Huntsman, it's Sasuke-kun!"
Kiba snorted. "Whatever," he called back. "Naruto has a better chance than that brooding prick and Naruto's an idiot!"
"Watch it, Kiba," Naruto warned, his slitted blue eyes narrowing slightly. "I can still kick your butt in a scrap!"
"Yeah right," Sakura shouted angrily. "As if that Mutt could make it into a Combat School!"
Everyone's eyes were wide and more than a few kids looked downright furious. Naruto looked ready to burst into tears before he darted off out of the forest. Kiba, however, looked downright livid and almost lunged at the girl before a shadow snaked out and connected to his.
"LET GO OF ME, SHIKAMARU," Kiba shouted to the black-haired kid with a lazy look in his eyes standing beside him.
"I can't do that, Kiba," the boy said. "If I do, we both know that you'll be the one in trouble." Shikamaru turned to Sakura and leveled a glare her way. "As for you, Haruno, I would kindly suggest you go home. I might have been able to stop Kiba, but my Semblance won't affect more people. Also, don't bother coming to play with us until you apologize to Naruto."
"Why should I," Sakura demanded. "Everyone knows that's what he is. My mommy even said so."
At this, Kiba began to fight and his body began to move toward Sakura, stunning her since nobody had ever moved once Shikamaru caught someone with his Semblance.
"I don't know how much longer I can hold him back if you keep antagonizing him," Shikamaru shouted angrily. "So unless you would like to see how it feels to get beat up, I'd suggest you leave. NOW!"
Sakura needed no further motivation and ran home before the volatile boy could assault her. Once Sakura was clear, Shikamaru released Kiba from his Semblance, causing him to throw himself toward a tree and slam his fist into it, creating a mildly deep indentation.
"How long have we all been friends, Shikamaru," Kiba asked forcefully. "I mean, half of us are Faunus! She should know better than to call anyone that word!"
"Breathe, Kiba," Shikamaru stated as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "If she knew exactly what she had said, I doubt she would have."
"Do you really believe that nonsense," Kiba asked. "Nobody cares that Naruto's mom was a Faunus and that his dad was a human. Nobody except those racist Uchihas and Haruno's racist mother. And now, she's poisoning Sakura with her own racism."
Shikamaru sighed, but he knew that Kiba was speaking the truth. A year ago, Sakura was just another kid in the village and Naruto had a huge crush on her. Now, she's become just another racist, taking up her mother's vile views in hopes that she would marry Sasuke Uchiha, making their family very wealthy.
"Man, I hope Naruto's alright," Kiba said before their small group dispersed to their own homes.
Meanwhile….
As Naruto raced through the village, tears in his eyes, he collided into his grandfather, a man by the name of Hiruzen Sarutobi. The six-year-old Fox Faunus buried his face in his grandpa's shirt and began to cry. The old human rubbed the weeping boy's back before bringing them inside and shutting the door behind them.
"What's wrong, Naruto," he asked softly.
Naruto sniffled before looking up at the wrinkled face of his grandfather. "Grandpa," he started, still sobbing, but slowly reigning it in. "Am I a….Mutt?"
"No, Naruto," he said soothingly, his warm, gravelly voice easing the elderly man's subtle rage that someone would even utter that foul, racist word to such a sweet, innocent boy like his grandson. "There are some...misguided people in this world. People who think that they are better than others just because they look different. Instead of seeing what similarities we share, they only see what makes us different and that will only breed Fear. And where Fear is bred, Hatred will fester in the hearts of those who fear others for being different. And where Hatred festers, only blood, sadness, and war will be found."
"When a man kills another, the friends and family of the one who was killed will become angry and seek revenge. When they kill the killer of their friend, then the killers friends and family will seek revenge. And just like that, the endless Cycle of Hatred is born again," he continued. "But, there are those out there who seek to bring forth peace and end the Cycle of Hatred. People with kind hearts with an endless capacity for love, bodies so strong that they can take on the burdens of their friends, and a will so strong that nothing can stand in their way. The Will of Fire. When your parents passed, they gave you their Will of Fire. I know it hurts right now, to hear one of your friends say something like that to you, but I believe that you will overcome this pain and become the kind of man your parents knew you would become."
Naruto smiled, wiping away the tears and the small bit of snot that dribbled down his nose with his sleeve. "So what do you say," the elderly man asked. "How about after lunch, we'll head to the Higurashi Armory and see about getting you some gear. Can't start training without the proper gear, right?"
Naruto nodded and gave a toothy smile to the man. "I love you, Grandpa," he said softly.
"I love you too, Naruto," he said, his words warming the heart of his grandson.
After a lunch consisting of barbecue beef ramen, the two headed to the local armory where Huntsmen and Huntresses on missions would go to have their weapons repaired while they were out on a mission. It was run by a kind man by the name of Thanos Higurashi, a retired Huntsman who had been crippled by a Grimm that caught him off guard when he was arresting a human for smuggling Dust from a shop. When the bell hanging above the door rang, a buff man with salt and pepper hair looked up and smiled. "Hiruzen, my old friend," he called as Hiruzen and Naruto walked into the store. Naruto looked around and saw dozens of weapons of all shapes and sizes hanging on hooks on every wall. "What brings you here? Need that rusty old Enma of yours fixed up?"
"Not today, Thanos," the aged man stated. "Today, I think I'm going to start Naruto on his training. He wants to be a Huntsman like his parents."
The man nodded and pulled out a beginner's repair and maintenance kit, a roll of measuring tape, and a set of books, which made Naruto frown slightly since he didn't like reading very much, and set them on the tabletop. He looked down at Naruto, who looked slightly intimidated by the man's appearance, and smiled, immediately disarming the young boy and getting him a smile in return.
"Alright, Naruto," he said as he walked over to him with a limp in his step. "So, which hand is your strong hand?"
Naruto held out his right hand and allowed him to take all kinds of odd measurements of his arm. What did he know about how and when the measured distance from his fingertip to the tip of his nose would be useful? The man scribbled down some notes before nodding to himself, happy with the results.
"Alright, Naruto," he said happily. "Just a few more tests and we can go and find you a practice weapon that will suit you. Of course, once you finish your training, you'll have to come by and forge your own weapon."
"I understand, Old Man," he called back with a smile. The man just laughed it off. Naruto was definitely her child.
"Follow me, kid," he said before hobbling toward the back room where his daughter, Tenten, was home schooled in the art of Forging. Naruto sat down at a small desk while the smith grabbed a pen and paper, placing them in front of him.
The paper was a basic personality test that would help him determine what weapons would best suit Naruto for training purposes. "When I say so, you'll write down your honest answer on each question. Don't answer what you think I want to know, but how you genuinely feel. If you don't, then your training won't suit your personality and you could get stuck with a weapon you can't use very well." Naruto nodded, like the eager student he was, and picked up the pen. "Begin."
As Naruto read through each question carefully, he wrote down his answers. After fifteen minutes, Naruto put his pen down and grinned. "Done!"
The man grabbed the paper and read through it, looking between it and Naruto occasionally to see if Naruto had lied, but found no traces of deception.
"Alright. Let me head back and grab a few things and you can choose your weapons," he said, causing Naruto some mild confusion.
"Weapons," he asked. "I thought I was only getting one weapon."
"Well, traditionally, weapons forged by and for Huntsmen and Huntresses are dual functioning. A melee form and a ranged form. This is usually to give Hunters a way of balancing out their skills and giving the wielder the option to retreat and provide ranged support to your teammates."
Naruto nodded his head eagerly while the smith went into the back to find a few weapons to help the young boy train to be a Huntsman. He grabbed one that was a gunblade-style weapon that looked like a one-handed sword and shifted into a rifle. Blunted and loadable with only paint rounds that acted like real bullets. The second was a two-handed warhammer that changed into a hefty shotgun. Again, loadable only with paint rounds. The third were a pair of knuckle dusters with a knife blade on one end that changed into twin pistols. Blunted and loadable only with paint rounds.
He brought all three weapons and laid them on the table for Naruto to inspect. The first one Naruto grabbed were the knuckle dusters. He placed them on his hands after being shown how. While a bit big, it could easily be modified to fit his hand and size. He liked the feel of them in his hands. Admittedly, he got into a few friendly scraps with Kiba and he knew he was a brawler, using punches more than kicks. If he could learn how to fight well rather than just a street brawler,it would be worth considering. When shown how, he then transformed them into their pistol forms. He aimed to a bare wall and pulled the trigger. The recoil nearly caused him to hit his head...twice. If they were real rounds with full powder loads, he would definitely be feeling the headache. Of course, as he got older and more used to the recoil, it would be a viable option.
He set them down and picked up the sword. It was definitely heavier than the knuckle dusters, but it looked really sleek with a greater reach. He gave a practice slash with it and was surprised that it felt to easy to do, but he knew it looked clumsy. The sword was far too large for him to wield properly at his current size and he'd likely need a bokken to practice with to get used to the motions and learn a style to suit him. With a little help, the sword transformed into a sleek rifle. He held it to his shoulder and fired a practice round. The recoil, thankfully, was not as powerful as the handgun, though that may have to do with the fact that it was easier to handle using one hand to stabilize it. He set that down and tried to pick up the warhammer. He actually had to use a lot of effort just to lift it, stunning the two older men in the room. He would have swung it, but he had the feeling that he would end up hurting himself if he did. It shifted into the shotgun form and, similarly to the hammer form, it was so heavy it would have hurt just to fire it, much less hold it.
Thanos took the weapon from him and set it back in the back room. There was no way he was going to give the tiny boy that thing as an option. He would never be able to train with it until he got much older and by then, he'd be in a Combat School.
"So, kid," Thanos asked. "Which one is it?"
Naruto put a hand on his chin as he closely inspected each weapon. "I choose…."
To Be Continued…
Author's Note 2: Thank you for reading this. I am leaving this choice up to you. His Knuckle Dusters will be like Asuma's from Naruto, but will turn into .45 Pistols once he's been fully trained. His Gunblade won't be like Leon's like the one in the other fiction that this one replaces. Instead, it will be like Lightning's Gunblade and will have various elemental Dust Rounds. I haven't thought about his Semblance, but I did really like the one BonesBoy14 and Engineer4Ever gave him in their joint fiction, Veritas Aequitas and the reading version. Both of which I would highly suggest reading. They are both incredible authors with amazing fictions. If you have suggestions for his Semblance, let me know in the reviews. I will, after the second chapter of this story, be deleting my other story, Beacon Academy's Fox Hunter. Once again, thank you for supporting me and giving me honest reviews with helpful suggestions. I appreciate it.