"Uuurgh.."This morning was like any other on Mount Glenn. Birds chirping, Grimm going back into their dark caves, and a young faunus boy waking up in a moderate amount of pain. What pained this boy were injuries that happened a few weeks prior. He was scavenging the ruins of the failed city project when suddenly, the skyscraper he was in collapsed, likely from Grimm attempting to dig their way to the boy. Luckily, the boy was on some of the bottom floors, making a death from falling unlikely, but still very painful. He was lucky to still have no broken bones, however.
As the young boy awoke, he looked into the shattered mirror near him, as was his schedule. Even if he had nobody around, he was determined to not let any of his hair and acne grow beyond what they were, if simply for his own self-image. He looked into the mirror and saw his youthful face, accompanied by two wolf ears, unkempt silver hair that went down to his shoulders, and his most defining trait, two mismatch colored eyes - one silver and one hazel. Ever since he was a young boy, he tried his best not to stand out too much, but his traits that were something out of a comic proved that life had a different plan for him.
Following his usual ritual, he started an entry into his most recent journal, a hobby he started long before he migrated to Mount Glenn. He wrote down his thoughts, mostly consisting of generic feelings for a 16 year old boy, his stock of supplies, and where he would search that day. However, as a side note, he wrote down that something felt off today, and that he should be careful, as if he were speaking to a separate being. Putting on his jacket that had been fitted for combat, along with picking up his long sword that was in desperate need of replacement, he went on to scavenge for any valuables he could find, hoping on some more storage cards for his scroll that was also in desperate need of an upgrade.
Meanwhile, in Beacon Academy, an expedition to Mount Glenn was being planned. The expedition was to rank the level of danger in the area, along to inspect the Grimm growth in the area. For some strange reason, however, the past two years have proved that the Grimm are congregating in a rather compact area. Little did the people at the academy know, a sole faunus was the cause of this mass gathering of Grimm. In fact, the Grimm were attempting to hunt down the poor boy.
As the experienced team of Hunters boarded the Bullhead headed for the mountain, the young faunus boy was realizing that he would likely not find anything in this area, especially with his sore muscles finally getting the best of him. As soon as the boy left the crumbling building, he heard a growl that was familiar. A pack of Beowolves entered his vision, low rumbles coming from their chests as they encircled their prey. Preparing for battle, the young faunus drew the sword strapped to his back, the sound like nails on a chalkboard to his faunus ears. Disregarding the screeching noise of metal scraping metal, he assumed a defensive stance, spinning the blade in his hands to readjust to the weight of the weapon.
Suddenly, the boy dodged a lunging Beowolf, bringing up his sword in defense. The reflexive sword raise managed to decapitate the Grimm, much to the boys surprise. Deciding to take the advantage, he followed the momentum in his sword to strike at a Grimm who was straying too close for comfort. Surprisingly, the hit landed as the Beowolf who was preparing to slash at the boy with his claws had his chest slashed open, killing the Grimm. Two more Grimm remained, and hoping to keep his luck up, the boy swung broadly, left to right, hoping to kill the remaining Grimm. Hopes realized, the left Grimm had his body severed in two, the slice landing somewhere under where ribs were presumed to be. The other Grimm, however, was not standing on his hind legs, and was preparing to lunge at the young boy. As the blade went collided with the Grimm, the destination proved to be one far too tough for the blade. A loud crunch was heard as the blade destroyed the side of the bone mask of the Beowolf, and more snaps were heard as the blade traveled into further into the center of the head. However, about halfway into the head, the blade made a noise similar to a metal baseball bat slamming into a baseball, and broke a few inches away from the hilt. As the Grimm dissipated, as was usual, the high-pitched patter of the rest of the blade dropped onto the concrete.
"Well, shit." The boy said blankly, staring at the remains of his blade in his hand. "I was lucky enough to find this one, how the hell am I supposed to find another?" The faunus contemplated, taking off the sheathe from his back, tossing it to the floor along with the hilt to his blade. Realizing the mistake of tossing a weapon away, he looked at the blade before deciding that he should let the remains rest, as if it were a living thing, and he would be desecrating a corpse wielding the blade again. The adrenaline in his body suddenly wore off, and the faunus felt even more tired and sore then before. Hopefully, he wouldn't see any more Grimm, otherwise they may be the last things he will ever see. Luckily, his way home was uneventful, and he walked into the building he considered safe. However, it seems that some others had found their way into his base, and were looking through his belongings.
The expedition of Hunters from Beacon were searching for a good place to base up, when they found a solid building with many view points, but they noticed some things that seemed unlikely to be in this building, especially a campfire, still smoking. As they made their way up, they realized that many impromptu traps were set up on the way up, some triggered. Navigating through the traps, the Hunters soon encountered the camp, noticing the poor attempt at creating a regular room. Firstly, the hunters noticed that there was a table with an assortment of tools hung up on the wall behind, and what appeared to be a small crossbow with a blueprint placed beside it, detailing a launcher that could be strapped to the arm and could launch near anything, similar to a slingshot strapped to the arm. However, what seemed most strange about this design is that the trigger was a nerve impulse, and the detection had some complex programming behind it.
The next thing that caught the team's eye was the desk. This desk was a bookshelf/desk combo, both were clearly utilized. The desk had clear pen marks around it, along with a candle that had melted into the desk. Also on the desk was a journal, the latest entry being that day, confirming their suspicions that someone lived here. Just reading the page, they realized that this wasn't just some insane hermit or a criminal, it was a teenage boy making a living in these ruins. Everything became clear as to why the Grimm were congregating in next few miles – this teenage boy, who had no outlet, was dealing with puberty alone, and also had to deal with living in one of the worst places in Vale. Of course negative emotions would be rampant among the area, even if it is one person. Realizing there were many more journals, beginning from about 9 years ago, they sent their fastest reader to make an attempt at figuring out just who this boy was.
As the bookworm sat down and began skimming through pages, the other teammates searched along the belongings, wondering what else they would find. The 'bed' was actually just a few foam mats placed on top of a sanded piece of plywood, and the blanket being a sleeping bag that had a pillow built in. Nearby, a very outdated scroll laid on the floor with earbuds leading up to the bed. One of the hunters turned on the scroll and read the name of the owner.
'Akamu Idontknow'
Now, they had a name to apply to this person, even if it is a first name. While the Hunter was attempting to figure out more about this person through the scroll, the other two Huntsmen looked around in the boxes that scattered the walls. The first one that was looked through held a bunch of metals, all clean and strong. The kid clearly knew good scrap from bad. The next box was filled with electronics. Flash drives, circuit boards, and a bunch wires with adapters and converters. They didn't know, or care for that matter, if this kid knew what all of these did, this was an impressive collection of electronics. The last box was filled with a bunch of random things, all of which looked like they had a story. This was likely a box of mementos and souvenirs from his years past. Now that they were done with the initial search of the room, they knew they had to make a decision. A decision that had a clear answer. They needed to rescue this boy from Mount Glenn. Now, the last thing to do was read Akamu's journals, search his scroll, and wait.
Many hours passed, and the team of Huntsmen discovered much about the boy. He appeared to be about 16 years old, long, silvery hair, wolf faunus traits, and the strangest thing, mismatched eyes. He also likes rock music, judging by his music library on the scroll, and liked reading, despite the lack of intact books in the ruins of Mount Glenn. Some other things they found notable was his skill with a guitar, some of his practice sessions recorded on his scroll. However, due to the damaged camera, they still couldn't make out his face. Other than his guitar skills, he also proved to have very acute senses, and while he knew he unlocked his semblance and aura, he still didn't exactly know what his semblance was, though the details of it weren't spared in the journals. He also was proficient with swords, and was even better with engineering, being able to make a functional computer with scrap circuits and wires. However, it appeared that he clearly wasn't exactly the best in social situations, and even worse at managing emotions and thoughts. Clearly being orphaned near birth and being alone for most of his life had done anything but good for him.
Just as soon as they began wondering about the boy's safety, they heard tired stumbling and thumping up the stairs, clearly unaware of the noises the team was making. Fatigue had obviously been getting the best of the boy. They didn't have much time to try and look as normal as possible searching through somebody's stuff – despite the fact Akamu was tired, his footsteps were still light as a feather. Suddenly, the boy looked up and saw the group of Huntsmen and immediately yelped in fright, not expecting anything to be in his room, let alone other people. The group of huntsmen immediately began to make an effort at calming the boy, him going into a panic.
"W-who are you!?" Akamu yelled, frightened by the people in his room. "W-What a-are you doing i-in my room!?" He stuttered.
"We are a group of Huntsmen from Beacon Academy, we were doing an expedition to Mount Glenn and happened upon your camp." The calm bookworm near the desk explained, trying to make their voice as soothing as possible.
"Y-yeah," One of her teammates added on, "we were just looking for a place to set up camp and found yours. Neat room, actually." He said, seeing if being friendly would work. It appeared to, as Akamu slowly appeared to settle his breathing, the fear in his eyes turning into curiosity.
"Wait, you're from Beacon Academy? Like, the school for training Huntsmen and Huntresses to hunt Grimm, Beacon Academy?" The calming boy asked, obviously becoming excited that the first people he has met in years are Huntsmen.
"Yep." One of the Huntsmen in the heaviest armor replied, popping the 'p' noise. "Not only that, but we are fourth years, and graduate next year." He boasted. The shining glimmer in Akamu's eyes were obvious, and they got a good look at them, noting that they were exactly as written in his journal. Silver and hazel.
"Wait, so, does that mean I'm leaving this place?" Akamu suddenly pondered out loud.
"I mean..." The bookworm began explaining. "It's not exactly like we can leave a 16 year old boy in the middle of a Grimm infested city. By the end of tonight, we have to make a report of what happened today, and you are most definitely going to be the main focus. There's no way that any authority would leave you here."
"Well, maybe Atlas would." The man standing next to Akamu's bed scoffed, clearly showing distaste for the government. Akamu shuddered at the thought of what happened to him in that country, rubbing his jaw, remembering the pain.
"So, we're heading back to Beacon tomorrow at sunset. Start packing your stuff I guess?" The bookworm said. Akamu began doing just that, not minding the people in his room.
"Wait," The man in the armor questioned, "where's your weapon?" Akamu stiffened for a bit, then went back to what he was doing.
"Broke when it went into a Beowolf's skull." Akamu flat-lined, clearly not exactly caring about their reaction to the news.
The rest of the night was spent with small chatter and packing. In total, Akamu didn't have many belongings he cared about, just essentials and some stuff out of his souvenir box. The next night and day went by without much happening, the Huntsmen team setting up their beds and transmitting equipment outside of the faunus' room. In order to drown out the noise of the chatter on the other side of the wall, he put in his earbuds and began searching through his music library on his scroll, looking for a good album. Finding one that was entirely acoustic covers, he set the scroll down and passed out into his bed, the fatigue and soreness returning to the forefront of his mind.
The whole next day Akamu did nothing but lay in bed and sleep through the pain, wondering what is going to happen to him when he gets to Beacon. About halfway into the day, the Huntsmen asked him if he was okay, to which he replied that he was sore from a building collapsing on him. Obviously the team was shocked, and practically demanded him to sit up so they could perform a medical examination. In the end, many of his bones were bruised and fractured, but nothing to permanent. What was worrying, however, is that he never let his body rest and heal, making these wounds last much longer than they should. Disregarding this, concluding that he would get the rest at Beacon, they left him alone to sleep.
Still in a stupor of sleepiness, he grabbed his backpack full of what he needed and stumbled out to the Bullhead. As soon as he got comfortable in one of the seats, he passed out again. Though the Huntsmen were worried, they didn't bother him and simply waited for their destination.
Beacon Academy.