My name is Gears. At Least now it is. I have been working all my life since I left that rat hole of a "home" I hated it with every fiber in my being. I was a black sheep and a middle child out shown by my brother and sister preferring solitude to actual engagement with my family. I was never given the light of day.

So I ran...far away from that hell hole with nothing but a knife and a bag of my dreams. I always wanted to be a hunter but I found the life of a merc first. Training with mercs taught me some things other people don't care where you grew up what you can do because everyone turns there back on a hero or villain so why not be in it for the money.

I spent four long years working with them then I found a new contractor.

Ozpin.

Man that guy opened the world to me bringing me to beacon showing me hope of a new life. He said he will train me to achieve my goals after those four years.

I need money more than fame.

I told him I'll wait till im about the right age to train and become a hunter mainly because a fourteen year old would get there ass handed to them.

So I lived at beacon for another four years getting myself a nice workshop and dorm had a good thing going finally finished the upgrades for Ozpin's cane.

Ozpin: So Gears did everything I requested?

Me: Yes Oz you known vie never let you down after all between the booze and merc work don't really have a lot to do. You know me I like to stay busy.

Goodwitch: Now to the more pressing matter at hand...

Ozpin: Thank you Ms.Goodwitch now Gears you are eighteen would you like to consider actually enrolling now. To become a hunter like you always wanted?

I thought about it for a moment. Contemplating about the subject. I knew I was ready hell I couldn't meet anyone who could best me besides Ozpin after he took me in. I was strong and physically able to do anything. After thinking it over I spoke

Me: Ill do it but on a few reasonable conditions. One I hate the uniform I go casual. Two I get to keep my workshop. Three I go solo and have unrestricted access.

Ozpin looked at me taking a drink from his infinite coffee cup I swear I've never seen him fill it.

Ozpin: Done. Glad you finally came around to agreeing to this Gears.

Me: Yeah after you kept begging me for two years.

Ozpin: I would not consider that begging but I greatly appreciate the honesty. But remember everything you are apart of with me no one can know understood.

Me: Me telling a secret is about the same chance of grim overrunning the school.

Ozpin: I suppose you are right. Goodnight gears initiation starts next week I hope you prepare.

Me: Goodnight I'll be in my workshop.

I rode down the elevator sighing.

(I finally did it I'm one step closer to being a hunter and not some smartass merc)

I got back to my workshop flicking on the lights. The walls were lined with wire and various tools for weapons or my motorcycle. Man I loved that thing a beautiful sleek chopper with a black paint with dark red trim. Custom made to suit me and my various missions.

I went over to my table looking over my primary weapon. It was a straight sword that worked with my semblance. Elemental powers. I could take and dish out powers like my body was infused with dust making it completely harmless against me.

On there were also my other guns duel .45 pistols with special made dust bullets rubber bullets and lethal bullets that completely disrupting anyone's aura with one or two shots. Along with the pistols were SMGS various assault rifles and special tactical grenades.

I named the sword Nebula because of the blade it had pure black like the sky at dark.

Picking up my sharpening rock I started to sharpen the blade up for next week.

Once finished I put it in its special sheath it had a black body and red trim. Getting tired I left my workshop flicking off the lights and heading towards my dorm anticipating next week.

[CHAPTER ONE COMPLETE]

A/n I thank anyone willing to read my book i hope everyone enjoys it i sure as hell do