A Tale Of Weapons
Chapter One: The Weapon Smith
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Author's Note: This is a story that would not leave my head no matter how much I insisted it wait until Volume Two comes out. I will attempt to maintain Fairy Cannon as my major focus, but I hope you will understand if I spend some time writing this as well. All said and done, I hope you enjoy enough to give me a review. If people like this enough I will probably continue this, otherwise I will only write when I have time.
It was a sunny afternoon at the school for hunters, Beacon. Students from all across the kingdom of Vale, and some from beyond, fought tooth and nail for the chance to enter this legendary school. Those who entered learned the skills they needed to fight and destroy the monsters of the worlds, be they human scum or Grimm monstrosities. The school's most notable feature is the large tower in the centre of the campus holding several golden pendulums.
It was a pleasant day that the new first year students would be arriving at their new home for the next four years. Most of the students chose to take a dust powered airship to the school from the nearby capital city Vale. However, one particularly cheap student had decided to walk from his old home in Vale to the boarding school. His hair was an ashen white, yet his face was decidedly youthful.
The young man had a large case strapped to his back containing his equipment he would need at the combat school. The case was larger than a small bike, yet he lifted it with ease as he channelled his aura. Like all other living creatures, his aura was an extension of his very soul and caused the surface of his skin to slightly shimmer. The man put down his luggage as he wiped the sweat off of his brow.
His tanned skin was drenched in sweat as his aura wore off and the extent of his exercise caught up to him. His broad, yet distinctly not muscular, chest heaved as his body burnt energy to regenerate the aura he used to arrive at the school. Behind him one of the many dust planes landed to drop yet another group of potential students to the academy.
He saw people of many distinct types enter the school as he rested his tired body. He saw the heavily muscular guys with large swords and maces, he saw petite girls with precise rapiers and spears, there was lithe men with shorter daggers and other hand weapons, and finally he saw the dust users. These strange individuals channelled their aura into the versatile energy source to create wide ranging effects that could out pace even the most stalwart of fighters. The only person of the masses he recognized was the famous Weiss Schnee, heiress to one of the largest dust producers on the planet.
Getting ready to carry his large burden yet again, the man lifted his large crate on his shoulders and began moving forward once again. We heard a commotion behind him and was suddenly knocked over by a large crowd of people surrounding a tall, busty blood as they began typical teenage gossip. He felt his body slowly fail to stop his impending fall, his aura not even having a chance to properly adjust to the oddly balance load on his back.
The man fell forward onto a white trolly that was carting a large number of white suitcases, each with a white snowflake imprinted on the top. He felt the cases scatter under his increase bulk with his luggage on his shoulders. The final case couldn't even move at it was completely crushed and release a cloud of dust powder, mostly red dust.
"Oh Fuck M-" The man began as the flame dust ignited, releasing a large burst of energy that managed to completely penetrate the protection his aura granted him. When the cloud dissipated, a burnt man was in the middle of a large crater in the middle of the path, his large container hardly even scratched in his tumble into a fireball.
He looked up at a woman standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. It was Weiss Schnee, the presumed owner of the Schnee branded dust. He slim figure was shaking with barely contained rage as her hand slipped onto the grip of her rapier. "You use a Multi-Action Dust Rapier?"
Weiss seemed to be rather surprise at the odd subject, but relented to answering the question. "Yes, but what would a simpleton like you know about dust. You nearly destroyed the entire school with your 'little' accident!" The man simply allowed the woman to rant. "Who the hell do you think you are!"
"I am simply Krypson Soy Maton. I apologies for any danger I may have put you in princess Schnee, but I must admit to this event being completely unintentional." The man, Krypson, replied. His green eyes stared up at Weiss as he slowly stood up and bowed at the waist in her direction. "Please accept my humblest apologies."
"S-sure, Just don't do it again!" With a huff, Weiss stormed away to attempt and regain her composure. Krypson straightened himself as he took a mental check of his condition. He got away fairly okay is his burnt skin was any indication. By all rights he should have been burnt to cinders by that blast, in fact if it had been properly focused he would've definitely died a horrible death to the Gods of Horrible Luck.
"Hey are you okay?" a timid voice called out from behind him. Krypson turned around to see a young girl that must have been only fifteen years old. Her short hair was black yet ended in red streaks and had large silver eyes. Krypson leaned in and made a short statement.
"You, have silver eyes." Before the young girl in front of him could respond, Krypson leaned back and gave a theatrical bow, "But where are my manners, I am Krypson Soy Maton. To whom do I have the honour of meeting?"
"Ruby Rose. Nice to meet you." The girl replied, giving a small curtsy with her red and black
skirt. Her pale face was pulled into a frown when she continued talking, "But you don't look so good."
"You shouldn't worry about me, I suffered worse in the forge." Krypson replied, flashing Ruby a small smile, before grimacing in pain. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a hypodermic needle and injected himself with a red liquid. Seeing the confused look on Ruby's face, he quickly explained, "This is just some of my blood with pain killers mixed in. It helps to only need to do one injection for both blood loss and pain killers, tho the blood isn't enough to prevent blood loss, merely slow it down."
"Oh, that is so cool! Hey did you say you worked in a forge?" Ruby asked, her eyes shining in childish glee.
"Um, yeah I did. You a weapon smith too?"
"You're a weapon smith?!" Ruby shouted, eyes wide and in awe, "I thought they were extinct!"
"I kinda lived in a secluded area during my childhood, but I didn't think they were that rare in the capital. I mean I only ever met my teacher, but I assumed that a city as big a Vale had at least one weapon smith." Krypson said.
"Well, we have the equipment. However, we have no formally trained smiths here. The best we got is a typical gunsmith who can maintain collapsible weapons. That's why a lot of students make their own weaponry, because no one is skilled enough to take custom orders." Ruby replied, leading the burnt Krypson towards an out of the way path near the amphitheatre.
Krypson jogged to keep up while dragging his luggage on it's hidden wheels. Once he had caught up he slowed down and began walking in step with Ruby. "What about modular weapon parts? Surely those can be used to make decent weapons?"
"Um, those are what most people use to make their weapons. Crescent Rose on the other hand has some custom pieces I had my uncle Qrow help me with."
"Really? My master always said those weapons were terrible. Granted he did live in the middle of nowhere, but surely they haven't improved that much." Krypson replied, his hands reflexively rubbing his scarred arms.
"No he is completely right. My Crescent Rose is heavily modified with my custom piece and is likely ten times better than all the other weapons, but true pulsed weapons would be another ten time greater still." Ruby asked, her eye spacing out before refocusing on Krypson's face. "Hey can you pulse weapons?"
"Yeah, any weapon smith worth his salt can do it, why?"
"OHYGOSH! That is so awesome! Hey can you pulse my scythe for me?" Ruby gushed, bouncing on her heels in her excitement.
"Wow, wow. Calm down, we will see first if we both pass the initiation exam. Then I will see what I can do. Will all these hunters act like you if I tell them I know how to pulse weapons?"
"I don't think so, I am just a huge weapons dork. Just look at Crescent Rose," Ruby pulled off a red block of her back that quickly unfolded into a large scythe that was red with black accents and a silvery blade. It had a claw counter weight and contained a gun body in the shaft of the weapon. "I went completely overboard with my baby. It is a complete joy to use, with it's high impact sniper rifle seamlessly fused with the shaft."
"Definitely an impressive weapon, but I imagine getting replacement or upgrades for the weapon is difficult. Considering how rare scythe are as weapons. I look forward to seeing the elements that were hand crafted for it. But at last, this is not the time for such research." Krypson replied, gesturing to the face of the headmaster of the school giving a speech about the school. Ruby yelped about being late and grabbed his arm and the duo dissipated in a shower of rose petals, only to reappear in the rafters.
The headmaster, Ozpin he believed, gave the duo a discrete look that relayed a message similar to 'I Know'. Ruby seemed to absorb his every word, leaving Krypson alone to his thoughts. Apparently the lack of weapon smith in the civilian sector wasn't because of the limited market, but rather the lack of trained smiths. That was extremely alarming, when his master mentioned being the last smith, Krypson had believed he meant the last smith in his family, but apparently the weapon smiths were a lot rarer than Krypson originally thought.
Ozpin finished his short speech and his assistant came up and instructed the gathered students on the shared sleeping arrangements. Apparently dorms were assigned based on teams, which were only assigned after the initial test that Beacon forced it's new students to endure. That was fine with Krypson, he wanted to find a workshop first anyway.
Once that speech was over, Krypson slowly climbed down from the rafters. His muscles were week is general due to his career choice as a weapon smith rather than a hunter. In fact, while he was much stronger than normal humans, most hunters were much stronger than him physically. The only reason he was accepted to Beacon to begin with was due to his large access to his aura.
Ruby was following him softly, most likely to track him down and persuade him to upgrade her scythe. He felt his larger than usual aura hum softly as it begged to be released again onto the world. Krypson sighed, his aura had required more release as time wore on, but this was getting ridiculous. Just over twenty minutes ago he was drained of aura, but now he was nearly overflowing the energy. Granted he had consumed a lot of calories in the past day to regain the aura he spent faster, however, hunters normally focused on pure strength and volume rather than recovery. The odd thing was, he had tons of aura, and he regained it freakishly fast, but the energy was not nearly dense enough for combat.
It was nearly dusk when Krypson finally broke out of his thoughts on auras and weapons. Ruby and the busty blond from earlier in the day were in front of him, talking about some thing or another. He gave a quiet hello when he felt a powerful arm grip onto his collar and pull him towards the blond. It appeared as if Ruby had told the blond about the events of the day if the strange looks he was getting was any indication.
"Weren't you burnt today? That what Ruby said." the blond replied, her grip not getting any looser.
"I just used my aura to heal the damage. While tedious and requiring a lot of aura, it's not that difficult of a skill to learn. I'm sure you already can do it miss.." Krypson said, raising a solitary eyebrow.
"Yang, Yang Xiao Long. How are you not tired to hell by healing that amount of damage?" the blond replied, tilting her head to the side and allowing her hair to flow over her ears.
"I simply healed the surface damages and deal with the rest of the pain while I heal naturally. I just don't like looking like a taco." Krypson replied, not even reacting to the large pout he received from the girl. He turned to Ruby, who had until this point just been standing on the side of the conversation.
"Is there any reason she is with you? I don't see you guys having a normal meeting." Krypson asked, laying his luggage down on the floor beside him.
"She's my special little sister!" Yang shouted, glomping her sister into her own impressive bust.
"Yang..." Ruby halfheartedly complained.
"Well I take my leave, I hope you ladies have a fine dinner and that we perhaps meet tomorrow during the test." Krypson said, leaving the duo alone. He went up to the large auditorium that the first year students were sharing. He found an old abandoned passage way that was cleverly hidden in the ceiling, using his aura to bring his luggage up and set up a temporary forge area. He ate a simple slice of bread while he spent his dinner working on some of his newer projects.
Ruby looked up at her sister as Yang tried to get her to meet some new people. Yang was dragging her to some cute girl with a bow sitting in the corner reading a book. When Yang waved to the girl, Ruby managed to get free of her hold and crossed her arms across her flat chest and looked off to the side with a huff. Yang introduced her to the girl, but before she could speak to the girl herself, there was a sound similar to an avalanche, yet with a distinct clanking to it.
The gathered students looked over at Krypson, who was on the ground with a cardboard box spilling weapons all over the floor and the pink haired girl who was panicking and prancing around him asking if he was okay and other questions that just blurred together. Krypson gave a small chuckle as he grabbed the girl and made slow down motions with his hands.
"I'm just fine, as you can plainly see. Just calm down and begin talking slow enough for me to understand you."
"Why do you have so many weapons?" the girl asked.
"Cause I don't know which I want to use tomorrow, so I said 'fuck it, bring them all'." Krypson replied, getting some chuckles out of the few that were still listening. Yang dragged Ruby and the girl with the bow over to meet the self proclaimed odd person.
"That's really cool! I'm Nora, nice to meet you!" the girl that had ran into Krypson replied, reaching down to help lift him up. Taking her arm, Krypson pulled of his sweater to begin cleaning the weapon oil off the ground. Nora had bent down to 'help' him, but was mostly just talking when the entire room fell into a hush.
"Huh, why did everyone get so quiet?" Nora asked, glancing up from the oil bottles she had been 'organizing'.
"You, your a member of the White Fang." A voice called out with a cold edge to it. Krypson turned around to face the murderous Schnee princess Weiss. Her weapon was drawn and the white dust within it was glowing as it empowered her weapon with white runes that ran up and down the blade. Nora spun on Krypson and stared at the red tattoo on the back of his shoulder. Surely enough, the red wolf face and three scratches the denoted the White Fang terrorist group was there.
"What? I thought the White Fang was an anti-human group?" Yang blurted out, confusion clearly seen on her face.
"Yeah! There is no way that the White Fang would have a nice person like Krypson in it!" Nora shouted, putting herself in between Weiss and Krypson.
"Actually, Weiss Schnee is completely correct."
The End