It's said that some amazing things comes from bad scenarios. This scenario however begins with a brawl in a local tavern.
A couple of men had just arrived to their local town's bar and they all seemed hazed out and were having a hard time acting under normal circumstances. One of them came up to the bartender while all the other men preceded to grab any nearby female waitress.
"Me and my boys are staying for the rest of the night and you all better watch yourselves!" The one man screamed.
"Hey look right here, you can't just go barging right in here and start calling shots." One of the men who originally at the bar said to the group of men.
"Honey don't." A waitress halted him from any further speaking. "It's alright dear, he'll be here for some information, soon they'll all turn into a pile of bodies soon. Just let them have their way for a bit." The waitress whispered into the man's ear, which promptly caused him to walk back to his table and returned to drinking.
And for the next couple of hours, they had their way, partying, drinking and trying to cause any mayhem. Most of the people inside complied without resistance for one reason, a Hunter was arriving to clean up the mess.
And soon a young man with a dark green cloak had arrived to the tavern. The first thing he did was ask the bartender for a bottle of soy milk and was about to head to a nearby table until he accidentally bumped into one of the rowdy men.
"Hey boy, watch where you're going!"
The hooded figure was about to apologize until all the men were surrounding him, now having the desire to fight.
"Men I mean no trouble, I'm just a Hunter looking for information, please-"
Before he could finish, one of them punched him through his hood and on his cheek.
Soundtrack: Disturbed-The Vengeful One
Reeling away, the hooded person caused a bright flash that met everybody and what emerged was a levitating blade. The person finally revealed their face under the hood, revealing a young man's face, in his teens yet he seems disciplined in his eyes. He threw off his cloak, showing a black overshirt with an armor plating under it and grabbed the levitating sword.
"I mean no harm, but if you wish to fight, I'm not accepting apologies."
Soon one person charged right away but the person moved out of the way and grabbed his sword and bashed the man's head with the pommel, knocking him out.
"Anymore?" The person carrying the sword now energetically shouted.
Soon all of the men were charging ahead, trying to get a good hit on the teenager but were too drunk to strike properly. Meanwhile the Hunter was readying his stance and tackled forward, slashing through all of them with ease. He cut through they're knees and arms and even stabbed one of their feet, which caused one of them to cry out in pain. He released the sword and thrown it across the bar and hit one of them right through the shoulder and landed him across the wall like a pincushion.
"The boy's defenseless, now's our chance!"
Realizing he was unarmed, Paul grabbed one of the violent drunks he cut through and thrown him across the rest of the brawlers. Knocking them down like bowling pins. All of the men who arrived were all beaten down and injured from this Hunter.
"Can I get my drink now?" He said walking up to the bartender.
"Christ, Paul, everytime you come in here, it's always a mess."
The Hunter named Paul had an embarrassed smile to him. "Sorry, I didn't mean any trouble, really I don't."
The bartender went ahead and gave Paul a soy milk bottle for him to drink. Then after Paul finished drinking, one of the men had somehow managed to get up and charged straight Paul.
"I'm still here you bast-"
Paul smashed his face with the bottle glass, knocking him out. Soon all of the men's Souls were coming out of their mouths and heading off to a direction. A direction for Paul to follow.
"I knew a convict was here, I just needed to find it's spawns. Good thing they were all possessed." Paul placed money on the counter for the bartender. "Hey everybody!" All of the people in the bar were now looking at Paul. "As an apology for the mess, this hour is on the house by me!" Everybody in the bar cheered for Paul, one of them even put Paul's head around their arm in a playful manner.
"Paul you're going to going grow up into a fine young lad, just like your father!" The man who had Paul in headlock was exclaiming. "Come on and take a drink, nobody will notice!"
"Thanks mister. But I need to go now, need to track the person that caused all of this."
Paul said his goodbyes to everybody and left the bar. Ready to hunt the Demon Convict that started this.
But just as Paul was about to head off and track down his target. A message was received from his brand.
"Mr. Begtse this is Headmaster Malphas here and I'm hoping to not interrupt a hunt but you must report back here immediately. Don't worry, a hunter will take your place."
Paul sighed and realising that this must have been an important announcement. Paul went ahead and headed back to Demon Hunter Division West. When he came back, Paul went straight ahead to Headmasters office. Finally he arrived and greeted him appropriately.
"Headmaster, do you need anything from me?"
Headmaster Malphas paused for a second and announced something that unbeknownst to anybody, would forever change Paul's life...
"I'M BEING TRANSFERRED?!"
Headmaster Malphas was shaking his head in annoyance and made a faint smile.
"Look Paul, you're one of the best Hunters we've had, maybe even one day surpassing your own father. But as of right now we decided to transfer you to a new school, if only temporarily." Headmaster Malphas tried explaining.
"Headmaster we all do respect but of all places you would have me temporarily relocated, Demon Hunter Division East, or Central, why am I transferring to a school that is unrelated to my studies?".
"Well you see Paul, after the defeat of the Kishin Asura, Lord Death has been recently trying to open up relationships to other schools so he can have different students with varying talents learn to control Soul wavelengths and help fight off the madness plaguing there. Our school just happened to be one of the first places he had asked for a student to transfer over to his and see what it's like there. If only for a year."
Paul sighed in disappointment but finally agreed. "Alright then, if this is what you believe to be a good for Demon Hunter, then I will go."
Malphas nodded. "If you find the academy to be of your liking I can put you there full time. Apparently your mother had been there before."
Paul was surprised by the news but still scoffed at the idea. "Hah! I highly doubt that. If my mom rarely talked about being there then I don't see myself enjoying it. I'll go pack myself all my things." He waved goodbye to the Headmaster and headed to his dorm room.
*2 Hours Later.*
As Paul had arrived to the airport, he bought one of the books about Meister's and Weapons. He decided a light read on it might be a good idea for himself to know. Soon he went to the airplane and looked out to window.
"Death City, huh maybe I can learn more about my mom there. I just hope nobody finds out about "him"."
Paul awoke hours later and heard that the plane was reaching Death City.
Paul went ahead and started reading the book The thing that interested him the most was soul resonance and how a weapon was needed to use it.
"What kind of ability so powerful requires another person to use it, what is my resonance?"
All these questions had to be put on hold as the plane had finally land down. Paul grabbed all his bags and after grabbing a coke bottle from the local convenience stand at the airport, called out to the nearest taxi and told him the apartment he was staying at. He drove Paul all the way there and after grabbing all his bags and paying the fee,went inside the apartment. After climbing the set of stairs up the stairs Paul was about to grab his new apartment keys when suddenly he heard...
"MAKA CHOP!"
The first thing Paul saw is a white haired guy of his age knocked out on the door next to his and next to him a girl with dirty blonde pigtails holding a hardcover textbook. They both awkwardly looked at each other for a few minutes until Paul broke the silence.
"Uh, h-hi." Paul waved his hand.
"Oh! I'm so sorry that's just my friend doing something stupid here. His name is Soul Eater my name is Maka Albarn. You must be the new transfer student that Lord Death was talking about."
"Jeez I haven't even been here for a day and people are already talking about me. I guess I'm DWMA's first Demon Hunter transfer." Paul thought. "Yeah I guess I am. The name's Paul Begtse, I'm from Demon Hunter Division West but you seem to already know that. I think you'll need to check on your friend there, I think whatever you did to him may have caused some concussion."
The girl named Maka giggled at him.
"Oh don't worry, he's going to be fine. If we're living next to each other then it'll be fine to get to know, but it's too dark right now, so I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Paul."
"Bye Maka."
She closed the door as well as draged Soul with her. Paul finally got out his keys and opened the door. The rooms were all empty with the exception of a few beds and desks. He put down all his bags on the floor and headed straight to one of the beds, set the alarm clock, and just laid down on it. "So this is where I'm going to be for the next year huh, I guess I might as well make the best out of it. Lord Death wants to meet me tomorrow to give me my weapon, I wonder who it'll be. That Maka chick looks pretty cute, I might have the same class as her. Wow me I've only met her once and now I'm thinking about sitting next to her. I guess maybe this won't be so bad after all" Paul thought as he drifted off into sleep. Thinking about what tomorrow would be.