Rose Prince
Chapter 1: Rayeth Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY so don't sue me
(Preface)
"When I grow up, I want to be exactly like mama."
"Shouldn't you be aiming to be like your father?"
"Papa is cool but mama is more awesome."
"Don't tell that to your papa. He'll be probably be sulking for a month if he hears that from you."
"But it's true; mama is way cooler than papa."
"Thank you, my child."
(Chapter 1: Rayeth Rose)
Roman Torchwick is a simple man that enjoys the finer things in life.
In addition, he enjoyed causing misery to his fellow men but that was due to his profession.
After all, no man could become and survive being a criminal mastermind without being ruthless and morally twisted. Roman was both in many, many ways.
Roman Torchwick was one of Vale's most infamous criminal and he was proud of his reputation. He worked hard for the reputation that he has.
He enjoyed striking fear to others as much as he enjoyed inflicting pain. It fills him with ectasy to see common folk flinching at the sight of him.
Therefore, as he walked across the streets of Signal, a city in the Kingdom of Vale, he was elated to see people making way for him, grasping in fear at the sight of him and several henchmen that he rented.
He looked up at the sign of the Dust store and almost chuckled in elation.
Roman Torchwick enjoyed his job too much.
"From Dust Till Dawn, really now, such a corny name." Roman commented as he and his temporary henchmen entered the Dust shop.
The moment that he entered and the moment that he made eye contact with the owner, Roman smiled giddily at the fear that erupted in the old man's eye.
He allowed his henchmen to walked passed him while he gave the place a once over.
It was not bad for a run-in-the-mill Dust shop. Dust crystals displayed in the counter, powdered Dust in the corner, some Dust Cartridges and packed Dust in the shelves, and some other miscellaneous Dust-related objects.
It was not going to be an epic heist but he made a living and he built his reputation doing minor jobs. Also, the little things often times leaves the most lasting impressions.
Removing the cigar from his mouth and dusting it on the floor, grinning at the sight of restraint aggravation in the old man's face, he spoke with his slick and smooth tone. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust Store open this late?" Roman crossed his arms across his chest as one of his henchmen pointed a handgun to the face of the owner, causing said man to jump back in fright.
"Please, just take my Lien and leave!" The owner pleaded with a shaky tone.
Roman was tempted, slightly, but merely shrugged. He had enough money in his pocket for him to indulge in his vices for years, the money that he is receiving from his 'associate' for his services was hefty enough that it would take several decades for his bank to run out, and his 'associate' strictly 'requested' him to 'procure' Dust and Dust alone. As much as he wanted to strip the humble shop of everything and bankrupting it, thus ruining it, Roman was a professional when it comes to his work, and he was well known for fulfilling the jobs specification to the letter, no more, no less.
There is no point in besmirching his record for spare change.
"Calm down, we are not here for your money." Roman said in mock-comfort. He looked at his henchmen and proceeded to give orders. "Grab the Dust!"
The henchmen that he rented immediately sprang into action. Cases of Dust canisters were swipe from the shelves and were used to store powdered Dusts while Dust Cartridges were collected and deposited another case.
A small case was placed into the counter. "Crystals. Burn. Uncut." One of the henchmen demanded in a low tone.
The storeowner reluctantly filled the case with crystals slowly.
Roman smiled as he took one of the red Dust Crystals from the case. He leaned on the counter and played with the crystal as he returned his cigar to his mouth. He then lazily overlooked the crime that he masterfully orchestrated take place in front of him.
Another successful heist in the record books!
"HEY!"
*KSHH*
The sound of a human body crashing through shelves and breaking glass alerted Roman and his henchmen. Roman gave his down subordinate a look before motioning for another to remedy the situation.
The said henchmen brought out his handgun and proceeded to rush to the problem with the intent of dealing with it, permanently if needed.
"FREEZE!"
Roman thought that that would be the end of it.
He was wrong.
A human body flew and crashed right through the window and to the streets. Roman noted a red blur that seemingly accompanied his subordinate through the window.
Roman and his remaining henchmen looked out and were greeted with the sight of a young hooded boy standing on top of the unconscious body of their ally. The boy's entire body was covered with a cloak that covered his entire body.
The boy removed his hood before taking off his cloak entirely, which was enormous and was slowly getting larger, Roman noted. Roman was able to look at the boy intently.
The boy had a scrawny appearance, having little muscle, and was rather thin. He was wearing a tight black suit with red stripes and long wrapped sleeves. The outfit combines Victorian fashion with that of a sleek bodysuit, elegant but practical.
He was also small, standing at the height of 5 foot 4 inches.
Short ebony black hair with natural dark red highlights, styled in a way that it could suit both genders, and bright silver eyes that were nothing short of vibrant. The boy had a delicate face with no trace of masculinity whatsoever. He has pale skin and crimson lips, and long eyelashes fringed his shining black eyes.
Roman had to rub his eyes to make sure that the person standing in front of him was indeed a boy.
"Hello there," A soft, somewhat boyish tone echoed in the empty streets. "So, ah, what do I say in this situation again?" The boy mumbled to himself as he looked a bit clueless, which made his girlish features stand out.
Again, Roman and his henchmen had to rub their eyes to make sure that he was indeed male because now, with the clueless expression on his face, he looked completely adorable and cute.
"OH yes, that." The boy coughed playfully before giving everyone in the store a very disarming smile "Please give up. I would rather avoid sending all of you to a hospital."
'Cute kid.' Roman thought randomly before giving his henchmen a look. "Get him." Roman ordered, motioning to the feminine boy.
Three of his henchmen charged at the boy, machetes and handguns at hand.
The boy sighed disappointedly. At that, Roman felt an emotion that he thought he had lost.
Fear. Roman didn't know why but he suddenly felt that he should have heed the boy's warning.
The boy's silver eyes suddenly became a shade darker, and Roman could have sworn that his eyes became slightly more sinister.
Roman Torchwick felt dread at that moment.
"When you guys are on a hospital bed…" The boy threw his enormous cloak in front of him, obscuring him from view. "…with multiple injuries, please don't say I didn't warn you." The cloak then spun rapidly before forming a ten-foot, cylinder shape quarterstaff.
The boy took the staff and thrust it at the solar plexus of the nearest grunt, hard enough to cause the grunt to be lifted several inches up the ground. The boy followed this with a hard blow to the ribs, a swift blow to the crotch, and topping it all off with a horizontal blow across the face that sent the grunt to ground, unconscious with a concussion and several broken ribs.
The boy then thrust his staff backwards. The staff unraveled and extended before the boy noticeably tightened his hold on the staff, causing it to take a new form.
The quarterstaff became an extremely long whip, eighteen-feet to be accurate.
He swung the whip at the grunt who was holding a gun at him.
The whip struck the handgun and the hand of the grunt, breaking the gun and all the bones of hand holding it. The grunt yelled in pain and did not notice the whip wrapping around his throat.
The grunt found himself thrown up in the air, at least five meters, before dropping to the ground hard. The grunt most likely had a fractured spine.
The boy then recalled his whip before twisting his body around to avoid a clever that was about to decapitate his head before throwing the whip in front of his attacker. The whip became an enormous cloak that shielded him from his attacker. The boy spun once more while grabbing his cloak.
Another spin and the grunt staggered backwards due to a blow from a battering ram.
The boy's cloak became a very thick battling ram, measuring up to five feet, with a foot in diameter.
The taking a deep breath, the boy rammed his battling ram to the gut of the grunt before striking the leg, the shoulder, and finally, the side of the grunt's head.
The grunt fell to the ground with a punctured kidney, a shattered kneecap, a fracture shoulder, and a crack skull and severe concussion.
The boy had dealt with the grunts in under thirty seconds.
The boy looked at the carnage in front of him before noticing the grunt that he had kicked out of the store slowly regaining his consciousness.
He was on his knees, head down in a bowing position.
The boy looked at this for a second before rushing at the grunt and stomping his head back to the ground, hard.
He kicked the grunt towards Roman's feet before giving him a pleased look.
"So, would you fancy giving up right now?" The boy inquired cheekily.
Roman answered by swearing under his breath before giving the unconscious grunt in front of him a kick on the sides for good measures. "You were worth every cent. Truly, you were." Roman mumbled sarcastically. "Going to get myself a refund."
"Well, "Red", I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening." Roman exclaimed while throwing his cigar to the ground and crushing it with his cane. "And as much as I'd love to stick around," He raised his cane and pointed it at the boy who had foiled his little operation. " I'm afraid this is where we part ways..." A reticle was raised from the tip of the cane and by pulling a trigger, a red flare of dust was fired from the cane towards the boy.
Roman did not wait to see whether his attack connected and merely made his move to escape. Channeling aura to his feet, he moved with a speed that no ordinary man could follow.
He rushed towards the nearest building and by channeling aura to his leg; he leaped towards the side of the building and grabbed hold of the ladder. He quickly climbed up to the roof and rushed towards the extraction point.
But he was startled to see the same boy standing in front of him.
"Trying to outrun me is kinda stupid." The boy said with a sheepish tone while his cloak turned into a massive, seven foot, single-edged long sword with an enclosed handle (It looks similar to Inori's Void in Guilty Crown).
Roman would have replied, would have said something snarky to the boy, but he found blocking an overhead strike from a massive sword to be much more important. Roman could feel the ground beneath him cracking and his weapon groaning from the force of the blow.
"You don't honestly believe that I would let you leave without at least giving you a concussion, do you?" The boy asked with a somewhat feminine chuckle.
Roman could only smirk tauntingly. He was up for a fight.
"You are less cute that you were a minute ago." Roman commented as he tightened his hold on his cane.
"I'm straight." The boy retorted with a cute pout.
After seeing that pout, Roman thought that the boy could have taken over the world with his cuteness alone.
Roman shrugged all unnecessary thoughts as he pushed the boy back and swung his cane to his opponent's left leg.
The boy jumped back and Roman immediately aimed his cane at the boy. Pulling the trigger, a blast of Dust flew towards the boy.
The boy threw his sword in front of him and it unraveled before forming into a massive, circular shield that completely shielded him from the blast and explosion cause by the flare of Dust.
When the explosion subsided, the boy grabbed the shield and it unraveled once again before forming into an oversized khyber-knife, with no proper hilt. The sword was as tall as he was. There was a long cloth on the tang of the sword.
He grabbed the cloth and started spinning the blade before throwing it towards Roman.
Roman deflected the spinning blade with ease but jumped backwards when he noticed that the blade that he knock aside coming down at him again.
The blade slammed on the ground, causing debris of concrete to fly.
The boy tugged the cloth in his hand. The blade returned to him and became a long sword once again.
He charged towards Roman, weapon raise and ready to strike.
Roman swung his cane and intercepted a horizontal strike to his midsection before throwing a stiff punch aimed at the boy's jaw.
The boy jumped over him and Roman noticed that he was now holding a piece of cloth, similar to the one he was holding just seconds ago.
Roman ducked to avoid the rapidly spinning blade that had the intention of bisecting him before kicking the boy on the gut, which connected and causing the boy to stagger. Roman was about to capitalize when he heard something ticking on his left shoulder.
Sparing his left shoulder a glance, he found a circular device embedded on his left shoulder.
A second after he saw it, he felt a surge of electricity coursing through his body. Not enough to render him unconscious but enough to cause major pain. He removed the device on his person but the distraction was enough for the boy to give him a blow to the stomach.
He keeled over and was promptly kick on the shoulder forcing him to an upright position. The boy jumped back slightly before throwing a side kicked on Roman's jaw.
Roman had enough sense of mind to fire a round to the ground, causing the boy and several debris to be thrown back. This gave him a second to recover from being electrocuted and from the kicks that he had received.
The boy landed on his feet and once again threw the massive khyber-knife at Roman.
Roman deflected the blade once again.
The boy caught the blade and it once again became a long sword. He closed the distance between him and Roman in under a second. He swung his sword towards Roman's shoulder.
Roman dodged the blow easily and aimed a strike to the boy's ribs but the boy dive down between his leg and Roman suddenly found himself in front of a spinning blade.
Bringing his cane in front of him, he deflected it to his side and to avoid himself be caught on the cloth that the boy was using to swing the massive blade, he jumped sideward.
And he was intercepted with a swift kick to his chest.
Roman answered by punching the boy on the face, hard.
The boy staggered and Roman struck him on the sternum with his cane, forcing him to his knees. Roman would have follow up with a swift strike on the head but having saw the boy tugged the cloth in his hand slightly, he instinctively sidestepped and was rewarded by the fact that he avoided the rapidly spinning blade.
The boy caught the blade and with an upward thrust from the kneeling position, he was able to force Roman away from him.
He threw the sword upward and it unraveled and formed, a giant, four-bladed shuriken, measuring up to ten feet. He stood up, grabbed the massive shuriken on the hole, and with a deep breath, threw it at Roman.
Roman, seeing the rotating blade coming at him, deduces that he could not simply block or deflect the projectile with his cane, seeing that it was larger and faster than the other spinning blade that he had deflected earlier, aimed his cane at the projectile. Firing at least five Dust rounds, the spinning blade change course and went past him.
With his opponent weaponless, Roman charged at his opponent with breathtaking speed and aimed a blow at his head.
Roman closed the distance rather quickly and when his attack was about to land, he found himself in the middle of a storm of rose petals.
The boy grabbed Roman's wrist at mid swing and spun rapidly, removing Roman from his feet. The boy spun so fast that he had created a tornado of wind and rose petals. He let go of Roman and allowed him to be lifted upwards by the tornado.
The boy stopped spinning as he caught his weapon.
Roman helplessly fell to the ground. He was disoriented from the rapid spinning to make an attempt to land safely on the ground.
However before Roman could hit the ground, the boy suddenly draped his cloak over his body. Roman's body hovered in the air as the cloak wrapped itself around Roman's body like a cocoon.
The cloak wrapped itself around Roman's body tightly, so tight that there was no hope for Roman to move any of his limbs.
In a matter of seconds, Roman's body was encase in a crimson restraint formed by the cloak. His head was the only thing exposed.
With Roman immobilized and disoriented, the boy jumped up in the air before positioning his foot right on Roman's head. With great force, he drove his foot on the criminal's head, harshly and brutally stomping Roman to the ground headfirst.
Roman Torchwick was render unconscious and brought to the world of dreams with that move.
"Done." The boy mumbled before spitting a mouthful of blood. "By the way, I think you bruise my rib and knocked out some of my teeth." To prove his point, the boy reached for his mouth and removes a tooth that was dangling from his mouth. "For a criminal, you hit hard." The boy complimented while massaging his jaw.
The young boy gave Roman a look and a nod of respect before turning around. "Constantine, let's go. We have to bring that man to jail." The boy exclaimed before walking away from the body.
Surprisingly, the unconscious body of Roman Torchwick suddenly rose from the ground. It did not move for a few seconds before slowly trailing the boy.
The boy would have retired for the night, satisfy at how things ended.
Unfortunately, though, his night was far from over.
The boy suddenly stopped when he heard the roaring sound of a Bullhead engine.
He looked behind him only to have the headlights of the Bullhead focusing on him, temporarily blinding him for a moment but his eyes quickly adapted.
"Great, reinforcements." The boy grumbled under his breath before giving his cloak a look. "Constantine, dearest, please hang around in the corner. This won't take long." The boy said with a sweet tone, as if he was speaking to a person.
The cloak, together with Roman Torchwick, flew to the nearest water tank. The cloak secured itself on the water tank, pinning Roman Torchwick in the process.
The boy reached from behind and produced a crimson, pseudo-rectangular shape sniper-rifle. "Can we please not do this?" The boy requested with a pleading voice.
His answered was the door of the Bullhead opening, which revealed a woman that was arguably the most beautiful human beings that the boy had ever since with his own two eyes.
He was far enough from the Bullhead to prevent him from taking in the full appearance of the woman but he was able to see the silhouette that belongs to the woman.
A body that was probably a gift from the Gods.
Bewitching amber eyes.
An aura and presence so heavy that he could feel the power radiating from her even from the distance.
In the eyes of the young, teenage boy, he was looking at an angel.
And the feeling that he was sensing from the angel was anger.
"Lady, can we not do this?" The boy reiterated sheepishly. "You and I both know that I'm no match for you, so can we just call it a night?" The boy requested with a pure hearted smile.
What happened next was a blur but the boy would have sworn that he heard a very melodic chuckle.
Which was followed by a rain of fire.
The boy ground himself before hoisting his rifle in a firing position. Narrowing his eyes, he returned fired.
The sniper rifle that he was holding was special, evident at the fact that the bullets coming from the rifle was able to cancel out the fire blasts that was raining down from the Bullhead, but the boy was at a disadvantage, a clear disadvantage and he knows this better than anyone.
His fight with Roman Torchwick took a lot out of him and though he could still fight, he knew, from just one look, how outclass and outmatch he is against the woman before him.
Still, he was not a quitter and he was not going to start now.
"24, 25…" The boy whispered as he counted the number of rounds that he was firing from his sniper rifle. It would be fatal if he fails to adapt when he runs out of ammunition. "28, 29, 30." He shifted backwards as the magazine run out of ammunition. He looked at the upcoming fire blasts with a smile as he spun his sniper rifle.
The sound of gears turning caused his smile to widen as the compact sniper rifle became a humongous scythe.
Taking a deep breath and relaxing himself, he threw himself into battle.
He spun and twisted his scythe around him with such speed that his weapon became blur, rose petals appearing around him as he swung his scythe.
The fire blasts were deflected and extinguished by his scythe. Not a single flame touched the boy.
He looked up at his opponent and found himself thinking of a way to escape. He knew that he would lost if he continued to fight and he did not delude himself of the possibilities of his opponent killing him if he fell.
Mentally listing his option, he made his next move.
When the volley of fire blasts ended, he shifted his weapon to its condensed rifle formed.
He allowed the empty magazine to fall to the ground before replacing it with a new one.
He then took a single round from his utility belt and loaded it on the chamber of the rifle.
The entire sequence was accomplish within a second.
"Spread." The boy pumped aura into his weapon before pulling the trigger.
Rose petals erupted from the barrel followed by an orb the size of a cannon ball.
The orb flew towards the Bullhead before splitting into a dozen, arrow-shape beams that attack the Bullheaded in multiple areas. The beams seemed to have considerable power as the Bullhead shook whenever the beams made contact.
The boy saw the woman stagger and he capitalized immediately.
He took aimed at the woman and unleashed several shots.
His opponent was able to compose herself and proceeded to block every shots fired at her with her bare hand.
The boy narrowed his eyes at this before removing the magazine, regardless if it still had ammunition to spare.
He dove forward as the ground he was standing on exploded with a simple sweeping gesture of the woman.
Recovering quickly, he replaced the magazine with a different magazine. The magazine had an arrow insignia carved onto it.
He took aimed and pulled the trigger, firing a single shot at the woman.
The woman tried to block it with her bare hands once again and was visibly surprised when she found her hand thrown back by the force of the shot.
"Normal bullets, no good. Armor piercing rounds seem effective." The boy whispered before channeling aura into his weapon. With a deep breath, he started firing.
Rose petals erupted from the barrel as the bullets flew towards the woman with speed that broke the sound barrier. The bullets left a trail of rose petals in their path.
The woman, seeing this, did not gamble and block with her hand, and instead conjured a massive wall of fire, so hot that the bullets, regardless of their speed, melted on impact.
The boy noted that the wall of fire obscured the woman's vision and the boy decided to leave before things escalated into a full on fight.
He shifted his weapon back to a scythe. Extending his arm, his cloak, still carrying the unconscious Roman Torchwick, flew beside him.
He removed the magazine from the scythe and replaced it with a magazine that has a sun-shape emblem engraved on it.
He pointed the barrel of his weapon on the ground before taking a single bullet from his utility belt.
Channeling aura to the bullet, he threw the bullet at the Bullhead before grabbing and slinging the body of Roman Torchwick over his body.
A bright flash of light erupted behind him and he sprang into action.
Pulling the trigger of his weapon, one of his highly explosive rounds erupted from the barrel of his weapon and exploded on impact the moment it hit the ground.
Using the momentum provided by the explosion, he flew out of the rooftop, fleeing away from the fight that he knew he had no chance of winning.
(Scene Change)
A spiral of rose petals erupted in a random rooftop somewhere in Signal.
A teenage boy crash on that rooftop and the body of the man that he defeated dropped to the floor with a thud.
The young boy rose to his feet and proceeded to dust himself. "Note to self, work on my landing." The boy whispered under his breath before taking note of his surroundings. "Hopefully, that woman won't chase after me."
"Yes, that would certainly not bode well for you." A voice that was clearly male echoed to his ears. The voice was wise yet youthful at the same time, the boy noted before reacting the way that was expected of him by the person who taught him how to fight.
The boy instantly drew his weapon but was quickly disarmed. His vision suddenly became blurry before he found himself on the ground, a riding crop pointed at his neck, and his arm twisted in a very painful manner.
"Ouch!" The boy muttered as his arm ache in pain, the pressure applied on his arm excruciating to such extent that he could feel his elbow and wrist popping from their place.
"Now, now, Glynda, that is too harsh for an introduction."
"Apologies, Professor, but after seeing what he is capable of, I would rather make sure that he does not become a threat." An authoritative and strict tone stated, which made the boy winced a bit.
"Glynda, release the boy." The male ordered gently. "I think the boy knows when he is outclass and outmatch."
"That's the first thing my uncle taught me." The boy added, wanting nothing more than to be released from the hold that he was in. "Can you let go now before you shatter my arm?"
"Glynda."
The boy sigh in relief when the weight on his back disappeared and the feeling of his arm returned. He stood up and looked at the two people who had assaulted him.
He almost collapsed to the ground at the sight of a very infamous hunter and a famous huntress.
"Considering that I still have my head attach to my shoulders, I should thank my lucky stars that Ms. Goodwitch did not go for the jugular." The boy exclaimed with a thankful tone.
The two famous individuals gave the boy a look. "You know us."
"Of course, Professor Ozpin." The boy proceeded to give the two a small, respectful bow. "Professor Ozpin, the Strongest Hunter in Vytal and Ms. Glynda Goodwitch, the best Dust Mage this side of the Kingdom. It's an honor, truly." The boy said in a star struck tone.
Both Ozpin and Glynda exchange looks before returning their attention on the peculiar boy.
"And you, young man, who might you be?" Ozpin inquired politely.
The boy stood upright and gave a salute that was too proper and militaristic for Glynda's taste. "Signal Academy, 2nd year student, I.D No. 210915713, Rayeth Rose." The boy gave the two an overly formal introduction which made the two infamous people to looked at him with startled eyes before Glynda groaned.
"What has Qrow been teaching in that school of his!?" Glynda inquired with a slightly angry tone.
"Glynda, please, calm yourself. That is the proper way for students to introduce themselves when encountering license Hunters and Huntresses." Ozpin pointed out calmly.
"I am well aware of that, Professor." Glynda then gave Rayeth an appraising look. "But for a boy to sound like that…"
"Did I offend you, Madam?" Rayeth asked worriedly.
Before Glynda could answer, all three of them heard a sound of groaning. They turned their attention to the bounded criminal.
"My head…" Roman groaned as he slowly opened his eyes while attempting to move any of his limbs.
Seeing this, Rayeth shook his head.
"Professor, Madam, give me a second." Rayeth took three steps back before rushing towards Roman's prone body, leaping when he was over him.
The hunter and the huntress cringed when they saw Rayeth stomping Roman's head on the concrete, once again rendering the criminal unconscious.
Conscious of them cringing at what he did to Roman, Rayeth could only offer them a clumsy smile. "That's the way Uncle Qrow disciplined me."
(Scene Change)
Rayeth was escorted to the police station where he presented and deposited Roman Torchwick. However, he was not allowed to leave after the transaction as he was escorted to an Interrogation room for questioning as well as treatment for his bruises.
Though questioning was more of a scolding.
Rayeth was currently treating his bruises, having enough knowledge in first aid to treat basic bruises.
And he was doing his best not to cringed as the infamous Glynda Goodwitch scolded him for all his worth.
"I hope you realize that your actions tonight would not be taken lightly, young man." Glynda exclaimed sternly as she circled around him. "You put yourselves and others into harm's way."
"I won and I ran against an opponent that would have surely put me to my grave." Rayeth argued weekly. "As for the damages for the building and the shop, Roman Torchwick's bounty is roughly 500,000 Lien. I have no problem giving most of that to the owners of those establishments." Rayeth added, flinching at the look that the Dust mage threw at him.
"Though you have won your fight against Roman Torchwick, your aura was low due to the strain of using a weapon that uses too much aura." If there was one weakness in using weapons embedded with Dust, it is their large consumption of aura. "You should have run the moment you have seen that Bullhead." Glynda stated with narrow eyes.
"For the record, Madam, I have fought in worse circumstances." Rayeth weakly defended himself.
The look that Glynda gave him almost made Rayeth wish he was buried under the ground.
"If it were up to me, you'd be sent home, with a pat on the back" Rayeth wasn't able to contain the smile when the huntress finally lowered her tone of voice. "... and a slap on the wrist!" And he almost jumped out of his chair when her tone harden again. The sound of her hitting the table with her whip really scared him.
Though the riding crop looked ordinary, Rayeth knew what it was and what it was capable of at the hands of a capable huntress like Glynda Goodwitch. Dustcraft is a difficult fighting style because of the nature of Dust but it was the most versatile and destructive fighting style for hunters and huntresses.
"Though, admittedly, your performance was beyond adequate. The number of hunters and huntresses that were defeated by Roman Torchwick is not a laughing matter." Glynda complimented begrudgingly, calming Rayeth down a bit. "It is also commendable that you were able to make a correct judgment under pressure. That woman is way beyond your current abilities."
"That is not to say that your abilities are not commendable." Ozpin interjected in the conversation as he entered the room. "Which makes me question how high your abilities are?" Ozpin stated as he sat across Rayeth with a smile.
"I was given your credentials, Mr. Rose." Ozpin went straight to the point. "Rayeth Rose, Signal Academy's Rank 10th in overall School Ranking but Rank 1st went it comes to combat ranking."
"I'm a straight B+ student sir, but Combat is the one thing that I strive." Rayeth said politely. "It would reflect badly on my Uncle Crow if I do not perform well in my Combat Classes."
"The comments of your instructors are that your Combat Skills is too high for secondary training." Ozpin commented, looking at his Scroll. "Even the instructors of Signal Academy has problems sparring with you."
"I still lost to my Uncle Qrow every time and my win-lost record against my sister is not that stellar."
"I see," Ozpin muttered before giving Rayeth a look that truly did not give him comfort. "Tell me, do you know who I am?"
"Of course. You are Professor Ozpin, the Strongest of Vytal, Headmaster of Beacon Academy, and the Chairman of the Hunter's Association." Rayeth said with a star struck tone of voice. "Uncle Qrow told me that your worth in the Battle field is an entire Military Corps."
Ozpin chuckled at that while Glynda looked to be in the urged to throttle someone.
"I thought that Signal Academy is a School, not a Military Academy." Glynda mumbled under her breath, her expression souring considerably.
"And what is Professor Goodwitch is worth in the battlefield?" Ozpin asked, eyeing Rayeth with considerable interest.
"A regiment." Rayeth answered without pause.
"I see that you are well verse when it comes to the military. Tell me, do you want to be a soldier?" Ozpin inquired curiously.
Rayeth shook his head in a negative. "Though Uncle Qrow is the head of Vale's Military, I have no interest in Military Service. My dream is to be a hunter." Rayeth became brighter, emotions of pride, sadness and determination dancing within his silver eyes. "Like my mother before me, may her soul rest in peace, I will be a Hunter and I will protect those who cannot fight for themselves. I would prove to myself that I am worthy of my mother's legacy. I would continue my mother's work."
Ozpin was struck speechless for a second as he suddenly remembered the woman that bore the child before him.
Summer Rose, one of the most skilled huntresses that he had ever seen, a woman who had fight for what is right and a woman who had died before her time.
Across him was her legacy.
Rayeth Rose
Ozpin could see the potential of the young boy.
So much potential.
"So, you want to go to my school?"
"More than anything." Rayeth answered with fire in his eyes.
"Very well."