In the world of Remnant not all are as 'peaceful' as Vale, some countries have a rotten run of luck, Tribias is one of those countries, they are small in comparison to the other major players, usually left out of festivals though partially through their own desires, Tribias has a different way of life of other nations and continents, Self sufficiency is an important part of their culture, as such with one shining beacon in the center, one glorious Capital city, surrounded by wasteland with small tribes spreading out into forests, mountains, Arctic terra all littered with tribes based around self sufficiency with the Capital simply helping arm and helping defend the lesser tribes, but this sword and knight policy comes at a cost, the tribes must allow the Capital to take some of their children to make Hunters and Huntresses of their own out of them to try and hunt the threats to the nation, both Grimm and… other…
Yair woke up even more groggy then usual, today was just going to be another nothing day he was sure. Giving into his impulse… as per usual he slept in his underwear to save time in the morning getting dressed, as always starting with his gauntlets that kept his weapons, Tonfa's that belonged to his father when he was a hunter… that reminded him that Father was coming home for lunch today, and Father was always on time. Yair, once finally dressed into one of his well kept dress shirts and nice pants he ironed the night before left his room to see his twin brother Axel in the living room already reading one of Yair's books… Axel was always so thirsty for knowledge.
"You slept in 3 hours later then usual, id say you find new ways to disappoint me but you've disappointed me like this at least 3 days a week~" Axel said into his book, making sure to hit a volume Yair could hear him
He decided not to respond to his brother, going downstairs and grabbing something to snack on as he went out front to walk along the garden and ponds, he knew his brother would inherit the family business… the business of running the capital, his only hope would be to be such a great hunter that he gets to be a chair for the academy. Checking his watch he realized how right his brother was… it was late, he always hated alarm clocks, and hated sleeping with his window closed. He paced himself, skipping as he hummed some song he heard he recently that had ear wormed him as he returned to the kitchen again, Axel had already finished the book and left to do something else, so Yair wanting to prove himself simply put his coffee in a thermos and went to the training grounds to meet his brother head on.
"I need to let my beverge cool Brother, I hope you can entertain me atleast that long~" the inherent sass they picked up from their uncle effected both in some way
Yair had to respond quick to 3 needles on string aimed at his throat, deploying his 'silver Future' in a spin to deflect the needles, smirking as his brother charged towards him in spins. Yair braced his feet for stable ground right arm guarding low, left guarding high against the kick that came down, thread acting as armor for his aura as it clashed with his blade, quickly spining to reel in the tread as his own right leg spun him around, kicking behind and around into his brother. Axel pulled the previously defected needles from the ground and used them to slash at the steady leg as he took a hard kick to base of his spine, throwing him hip first into the ground with a loud thud as the needles damaged his brothers Aura. Yair used the arm he kept pointed low, spun the blade so the long end was forward and stabbed at Axel who easily caught such an obvious move in his steel wires, pulling the blade into the ground, Yair used this to begin spin kicking towards his target, using his Magnetisim semblance to speed up his feet by the iron plates he got implanted in his shoes, to the point of making them point out the front as blade kicks, slashing the ground as Axel dodged away, detaching the bits of wire holding the tonfa which Yair soon ejected from the Gauntlets and let spin around him as their own blades, his eyes go from the deep blue to the Silver of a well kept sword as the Tonfa's blades fly at Axel, spinning all the while, every miss they recover and go for another strike, while Yair walks forward, the sound a gun cocking as the SMG's in the gauntlets load in steel balls, which he fires up and uses to make a solar system around him, making them fly at his target one at a time, easly dodged and deflected, while the blades continue to assault Axel until… boing… the sound of a wire… at yairs feet? He attempts to look closer…. He was in a spiders web. Axels grin grew as the lack of concentration caused the blades to fall along with the balls, Axel clenched a fist and the wires contracted, like a spider entrapping its prey
"i think its cool enough now~"
the sound of the wire reeling in gives Yair a sight of his brother walking away, kicking the Thermos at him, catching it easily… he was still… so weak… Thread was his uncles fighting style… and father always beat uncle with the same conditions… why did Yair always lose?