This is my first story so constructive criticism would be nice, please don't complain without giving tips, thanks. This story was mainly inspired by kamen rider, which one I can't say yet because it would spoil future chapters if I decide to keep it going. Thanks- MadGalvanizer
Prologue
What happens when a mind is pushed to it's limits? Does it cave in on itself and become inert? Does it start to decay slowly and break down until it is unrecognizable from the form it was before, leaving an empty shell of a body? Or does it shatter completely, like a broken mirror reflecting many versions of the same image? These are what can happen to a mind, a psyche, when pushed to the extremes, but there is one boy who experienced something different. He experienced the worst life could throw at him, and became stronger because of it, but not because he didn't break. No, his mind shattered completely that day, but only for for a moment. In those few moments his mind splintered off into five parts, but those five pieces worked in harmony to give him strength. This is the story of Frank Chroma.
Vale
It was an average afternoon in Vale, the streets were filled with people going about their normal everyday business, shops were advertising their wares and customers were moving from shop to shop looking for the best price or deals. There was one occurrence that was different than normally, and that was in the form of a specific group of people moving through the streets, seemingly uninterested in any of the stores on the road. The group was easy to distinguish apart from everyone else considering it was a group consisting of four men in formation around another man in far more expensive clothing. The four guards were all dressed the same way, in black suits, sunglasses, and a microphone/head phone in one of their ears, how very inconspicuous they were. The man in the middle was dressed in a lavish suit of red and white, red tie and jacket with a white button shirt and white shoes. He wore two gold rings on each finger and wore a very recognizable blonde toupee (A/N Inspired by Donald Trump because I thought it was funny). This man was a top tier business man who specializes in the trade of dust, much like a certain Schnee. He walked with arrogance and smugness no matter where he was.
And Frank hated him.
On a rooftop close to the businessman was a young man about 6" wearing a white button shirt with a black tie, black slacks, and black shoes, which were a mix between dress shoes and boots (A/N based off of Ludger's clothes from Xillia 2). Moving up was his silver eyes that seems to scan all his surroundings, then was his obsidian black hair, with some strips of white in it. On his back was beautiful white sword, the sword was 4ft in total and had a small ring at the end of the handle. The most interesting part of the sword was the 5 crystals on it, one large white crystal right at the crossguard and 4 colored ones going up the blade. The four crystals were red, blue, green, and black (A/N Based the sword off of Finn's new sword, Finn the sword). this was our very own Frank Chroma.
Frank has been watching him like a hawk for the last hour, and his irritation was building up, not a good combination with his already stated dislike of said businessman. Said dislike stems from the businessman's arrogance and smug attitude, and also from the shady faunus treatment that goes on in the mines and corporation, also like the earlier mentioned Schnee industry. The businessman's attitude reminded Frank much of a certain individual, affiliated with the White Fang, whose very image in Frank's head caused his blood to boil, not that he showed any visible change.
Unlike how some would guess from the thoughts swimming in Frank's mind currently, he was not here to kill the snob of a businessman, no, he was actually hired to bodyguard the man. Many would be skeptical that a 17 year old would be a trained mercenary, and many if not all would laugh at the notion that said boy was one of the most feared mercenaries in Remnant, let alone Vale. But they have never seen Frank Chroma in action, nor have they ever seen the power he can unleash mainly because many who do see it don't live long after. After all, Frank Chroma is the Galvanizer of Remnant, earning the name after a particular onslaught of lightning against a military fortress taken over by the White Fang. All that was left of the fortress was rubble and ash.
Back onto topic, because of the substantial pay, Frank agreed to guard the businessman, though he was shocked to see that Galvanizer was barely an adult, but shrugged it off considering the mercenary agency that overlooked the contract was trustworthy.
"Frank, do you truly believe accepting this job was worth our endeavours? We do not require the payment offered, we have sufficient funds acquired throughout the years." said a voice in Frank's mind
Frank didn't react in anyway physically, but he mentally replied.
'No Wisdom, we didn't need to do this job, I just needed something to do, the emptiness is growing and I'm trying to find a way to slow it down, at least for a little bit.'
The now named Wisdom didn't say anything more and chose to remain silent, leaving Frank alone once more, that is until he sensed something in the streets below. Looking into the alley the businessman was approach, he saw a group of 5 people with white masks with red lines, not only that but armed with guns and swords.
'White Fang huh?' Frank thought with mild distaste. Frank quickly jump down from the building, producing less than a small thump in sound, no sooner did the White Fang come running out of the alley looking for the blood of the business man who mistreated their kind. Frank never gave them the chance though, in a blink of an eye Frank was already there, pulling out his sword and intercepting the closest one and cutting him straight across the chest, sending blood into the air. Before the body even started falling, Frank was already moving to his next victim, too stunned to move from the shock of his associate dying in a blink of an eye he could do nothing but widen his eyes as he watched a sword impale his chest, also killing him instantly. After the death of two of their members, the other three got into fighting stances, two running up to him with sword and the last taking aim with her gun. As the two approached Frank watched lazily reading every detail of his opponents. The one charging on the left was a larger man who looked like he packed some punch with his swing, the one charging on the right was smaller, but faster, and the woman with the gun was taking aim, but shaking a bit out of fear.
Seeing the easiest way to deal with this, Frank got into position, focusing on the faster one. Frank placed his left leg a bit forward and right leg back a bit so that he was facing his target with more of his left side. His left hand was raised a bit at chest level with fingers curled a bit, similar to claws, his right hand with his sword was to the side, ready to strike. When the smaller one was close enough, he took a swing horizontal swing at Frank. See this from a mile away, Frank chose to move his body backwards while spinning clockwise, already swinging his own horizontal slash, decapitating the White Fang member after finishing the one rotation. The exchange lasted less than a second. The larger man finally made it to Frank and was preparing to deliver a vertical slash right to Frank's head. Frank showed no fear, and looked over to the woman with the gun, she appeared to be about to shoot, perfect. Frank looked back to the large man and waited for the shot. When he heard the gunshot he struck as fast as lightning, slashing a the man's knees and grabbing hit by the collar, Frank then pulled him over and made him take the bullet straight to the spine. Frank dropped the body unceremoniously and looked to the woman. She was standing there stunned that she just killed her own, not wasting a second, Frank charged his sword with aura, resulting in the large white gem to glow a faint blue, not only that but also his silver eyes gaining a tint of blue. Swinging the sword sent a wave of energy crackling with electricity towards the woman, she didn't even make a sound as the wave cut her in half at the waist. Calming down, ten crystal reverted back to white and his eyes returning to their silver color.
Puting the sword back onto his back, he started moving towards his 'employer' who was most likely crying to himself. Upon reaching the businessman, Frank sees him hiding behind his guards while shaking. Frank sighed mentally but showed nothing on his face.
Wisdom: Has your emptiness been quenched somewhat from the this farce?
'No, it hasn't. I don't think it ever will be.' Frank mentally replied, resulting in his silver eyes dimming a bit more. After pushing the thought from his mind he once more looked at his employer.
"Sir, are you alright?" Franked asked, not out of concern, but out of business etiquette.
The man screamed for a second before looking up and seeing Frank look at him. "Ahem, ahh yes, I'm alright, yes thank you." as he was saying this he was straightening his suit and pants, not noticing his wig no longer on his scalp. "Thank you for sorting out that err… situation, worth every cent I paid for. Speaking of which, since we are right outside my building, I may as well pay you now." Frank only nod in confirmation as he signals to one of the guards outside to get the money. A few awkward minutes later of him asking Frank about future contracts while Frank remains silent, the guard comes back with a briefcase.
"Ah yes, as per our agreement, 150,000 Lien for the safe transport of me to my company building. I hope we can do business again mister Chroma." The businessman then proceeds to walk into his company with his guards and Frank walks towards the Park with the case. As Frank walks towards a bench, a pair of calculating eyes watch him from a distance. When Frank sits down he closes his eyes and remains silent for a few moments before speaking.
"I know you are there, and I know you have been watching me. Come out now before I make you." Frank spoke coldly and releasing some of his aura, resulting in a feeling of heavy pressure or weight on anyone in the immediate vicinity. If anyone could look, they would see Frank standing by the bench with dense white aura around him, swirling towards the sky. Out of the shadow of a tree that Frank was glaring at came a man wearing a dark green vest over a lighter green turtleneck with a cross. The man was wearing small glasses and had grey hair, The man was Professor Ozpin of Beacon Academy.
"Professor Ozpin, what do you want from me?" Frank asked coldly, not releasing the glare or the aura. It wasn't that Frank had a grudge against Ozpin, but with the life he's lived so far, he's right to be suspicious of everyone, especially people who watched from the shadows.
"I would like to speak to you , but could you please reign in the aura? It's causing a disturbance for the normal people around us." Frank continued to give Ozpin a cold gaze, but no longer the glare he had before. Frank also reigned in his aura, he had no malice for the people in the park. Mentally, Ozpin gave a sigh of relief, he was relieved that Frank wasn't aggressive, judging by his fighting skill from earlier and the amount of aura he possessed, if this turned into a fight, it would most likely end with much collateral damage, ultimately Ozpin would come out the victor, but the merc probably wouldn't go down without a fight. "I would like to offer you a proposition." Ozpin asked in a calm manner.
Frank was mildly interested in where Ozpin was going with this but he kept his face neutral. "And what would that be Ozpin?" Frank asked in a seemingly bored tone.
"I would like you to join my academy."
A/N I edited a bit of this chapter because someone pointed out to me that Franks is a bit too OP, so I nerfed him a bit by changing some of the dialogue in his encounter with Ozpin. -MadGalvanizer