Chapter 1: Prologue
Fair warning, there's going to be a lot of For Honor themes/references in this story.
"Ozpin, I understand your obsession with seeing students excel in their studies and I've stood by countless times when you didn't give out discipline when it was needed. This, however, I have to voice my disapproval of!" Glynda snapped as she paced vigorously around the office of the headmaster of Beacon. The two had been rigorously discussing something that Glynda had only found out about hours before she began the meeting with the unconcerned Ozpin, who sat quietly at his desk the whole time drinking from his mug. Whatever the reason for the late night argument had to have been, it was definitely enough to make Glynda more uptight and concerned than her usual self.
"They will be students here, and I will not be discussing this anymore than I must," Ozpin said as he placed his mug calmly onto his desk before he continued to watch Glynda's panicked pacing.
"But letting those three attend here at the same time is just as dangerous as adding a zoo of Grimm on the premises! You know about the each clan's feud with the other and you certainly know the destructive damage that is left behind when they finally work up enough anger and fury to fight!" Glynda said in an attempt to supply her argument with facts. Glynda was speaking, of course, about three clans that resided in different areas in the Northern lands of Mistral. The wars between the clans were more dangerous and bloody than any the world of Remnant had ever seen. The clans were formed during the Great War and seemed to carry on the bloodshed years after it ended. No one dared to move to the northern lands due to the possibility of moving onto one of their battlefields. Surprisingly, violence between the three clans had died down after a treaty and borders had been created in the lands they inhabited. A barbaric clan known as the Battle-born owned the snowy mountains and the green hills surrounding them in the North. A samurai clan known as the Sakamoto inhabited the forests and marshes to the East. Finally, the clan of knights known as the Blackvale inhabit the green fields and flatland to the West.
The main reason the three clans ceased all real conflict and fighting was because of the increased activity of Grimm in their lands that tormented their people and the White Fang that always seemed to weasel their ways into their lands, only to be driven out immediately by the land's owner.
"WHY ONE FROM EACH CLAN?! WHY NOT CHOOSE THREE FROM ONE CLAN?!" Glynda exclaimed angrily as she slammed a folder she had been holding during the argument, three photos spilling out to reveal the future students.
"Because our world is divide enough as it is with tension between Faunus and Mankind, this tension even being at this school. I firmly believe that we can unite these three students from three different clans if they see the reality of the world outside their own: the Grimm are our enemies, not each other," Ozpin said in his still calm voice that seemed to annoy Glynda with how quiet and determined it sounded. A large grandfather clock in the large office began to ring loudly to show it was now midnight. The two had been arguing for 4 straight hours over the matter and seemed nowhere near ending. Eventually, Ozpin found himself to begin growing annoyed by Glynda's paranoia and worry. He stood from his desk and began making his way towards the large window in his office that overlooked Beacon, Glynda following behind him with a confused look.
"Glynda, I've seen the best and worst in this world. I know the lands we call home have their problems and their enemies. Yet despite the threat of extinction in the hands of Salem herself, we still find the time to fight one another. We could defeat the Grimm and make sure Salem couldn't do any harm to anyone, but there would always be someone hating someone else just enough to cause a fight. All it takes is a group dedicated to a cause and willing to die for it, which is why the White Fang pose such a threat. These three from different clans are the strongest the clans had to offer and we'd be insulting them if we denied their acceptance here. Believe it or not I've thought about this for many days and have come up with a solution. Like the treaty between the three clans, there will be a 'treaty' between the three. There are no teams of just three fighters...there must always be a fourth for balance among them," Ozpin said as he looked out over Beacon, looking over to Glynda when he was finished with a slight grin on his face.
"Now then, it'd be best if you went off to your quarters and retired for the night," Ozpin said as he gestured to the door.