RWBY-x-Gods Eater: Burst Crossover

Chapter Title: A Fresh Start?

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Gods Eater: Burst is owned by Namco Bandai Games Inc.


Ozpin was silent as the rest of the footage played, the only sound that could be heard coming from him sipping from the mug the gray-haired man always had with him. She has a quick eye and has enough strength to maintain speed, at the same time staying alert enough to avoid most attacks. This young woman also appears to be adept in using her multi-form weapon. It would be a waste if she would not put that skill to good use.

The corner of his lip curved ever so slightly upwards as Ozpin handed the Scroll back to the black-haired Huntress-in-training. "Thank you for showing me this footage, Miss Belladonna. Team RWBY, you are dismissed. We shall discuss this tomorrow."

As the four Huntresses-in-training left the office, Ozpin leaned back in his chair. He then pulled out his own Scroll and typed out a lengthy message, smiling as he sent it. This year is quite interesting indeed.


The next day, Azal woke to voices speaking outside the room. She sat up as the door opened, and the gray-haired headmaster walked in. "I hope you've rested well, Azal?"

The redhead nodded. "Good. In one week, you'll be undergoing freshman initiation." Ozpin took a sip from his mug as he sat down on the chair beside the bed.

"Freshman... Initiation, sir?" Azal blinked a few times. "Does that mean I will be enrolling?"

Ozpin shrugged. "Why not?"

"I could think of several reasons, sir." The redhead ticked off her reasons on her fingers. "First, I don't have money to pay for my stay. Second, I'm not even from here. Third, well... I guess you can tell what I'm trying to say."

Ozpin reached out and closed the outstretched fingers as he countered her, "First, you can work for your stay; second, more than half of my students are from different places. Third, you will have your own room while you are in Beacon."

The redhead softly sighed. "Looks like the odds are against me this time. Alright then sir, I accept."

"Good. I've spoken with the medical team and you will be staying here for the remainder of the week, to make sure that you're in perfectly good shape." Ozpin stood up and started to move towards the door.

The headmaster paused as he opened the door. "I can see the potential in you. I hope you can meet my expectations, Miss Crimson Slasher."


One Week Later...

Two pairs of footsteps echoed through the empty halls of Beacon Academy. Not very surprising, considering it was a weekend. Most, if not all, students would be up and outside by now.

"Do you have any idea what you are about to undertake?" Ozpin's voice softly echoed along the halls as he turned left, the sound of footsteps making up most of the rebounding sound.

"None, sir."

"Good. You must be always prepared to face the unknown, as a Huntress." He took a sip from his mug as the brown-eyed headmaster led the red-garbed young woman to the cliffs.

A blonde woman with a purple cape was standing with her back to them. "This is Professor Glynda Goodwitch, my second-in-command and overall administrator for the school," Ozpin introduced the woman as she turned to face them.

"Good morning Professor. Is this the girl Team RWBY found in Forever Fall?" The blonde woman took a step closer, looking closely at the red-haired young woman.

"Yes Glynda, and today I am letting her go through the freshman initiation."

"Initiation?" Surprise registered in Glynda's blue eyes. "B-but Professor, teams have already been set! We can't just let her into one of the set teams-"

"I can always do lone-wolf type missions, sir," Azal replied with a grin. "Gods Eaters frequently take solo missions, especially since we're so short of people. The First Unit Leader himself, Yuu, he used to do a lot ever since he was a rookie like me."

"Really, now?" Glynda's voice clearly showed her doubt.

Azal shrugged one shoulder. "Can't prove it by staying here. What's my objective, Headmaster?"

"Direct to the point. I like that," Ozpin smiled as he took yet another sip. "Head to the abandoned temple, north of the Emerald Forest. There you will find several relics. Take one and get back here. Also, you will encounter opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy them, or you will die. Questions?"

"Yes, sir. Time limitations?"

"None, but you may set one for your own goal. You will be monitored, but our instructors in the forest will not intervene." Ozpin seemed to smirk as he answered the redhead's question. "Also, your personal time goal will not impact your final rating."

"Fair 'nuff," Azal mumbled as she readjusted her hold on her God Arc. "Please set my goal time as 60 minutes."

"Oh ho, quite confident aren't we," Ozpin chuckled. "Most teams couldn't even beat two hours."

"Still, there's always a first time." The God Arc switched to gun form for a second, then switched back to blade mode. "Alright, form change normal. Anything else, Headmaster?"

"Yes, Azal. You will be using your own landing strategy."

"Huh? Landing strategy? What do you mean, sir?" Azal glanced down and realization made her eyes widen as she felt something click beneath her feet. "Oh no. Don't tell me I'll be flyiIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGG!"

Azal's voice faded as she sailed through the air, limbs splayed outward, reminiscent of a certain blonde swordsman.


Meanwhile, in the school cafeteria, the students' laughter resounded as Azal unceremoniously flailed about in mid-air. "Kinda like Jaune here," Pyrrha lightly elbowed the said boy while the footage was being projected on the far wall.

"I did not!" He shot back.

"Suuuure, vomit boy," Yang chuckled. "Ya didn't fly, yeah, but what you did was fall with style."

Laughter erupted again as another footage played directly beside the big screen.

Apparently, someone else noticed the similarity and played Jaune's and Azal's awkward flight side by side, earning another groan from the blonde swordsman.


Ozpin, the meantime, grinned as the receding form of Azal flew towards the Emerald Forest while Glynda held her head in her palm, shaking it slowly. "Heh, never fails."

A few minutes later, his grin grew wider as Azal made her first kill. "Oho, using the momentum to run her sword through an unsuspecting Ursa. Clever."


Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIIIIIIT!

Those were the only words running through Azal's mind as she sailed through the air.

For a good minute, Azal let herself fly backwards, feeling the occasional bump as she hit an unsuspecting bird. She called out as she continued onwards, "Sorry, birdies!"

Alright... Enough flying thoughts, the redhead thought to herself with a calmer mind, twisting herself in mid-air to face forward. I can't afford to waste my ammunition since the gun parts take some time to auto-repair itself... On the other hand, I can't just let myself crash into a tree...

She looked around, observing her surroundings starting to come up. Well, there's always the 'hang by a branch' method...

Azal tried hooking her blade into a tree, but the speed made her simply lop it off. Oops. So much for that...

She spied a large bear-like creature in her path. Sorry teddy, but you'll be my landing cushion... She shifted slightly and brought her weapon a bit closer, preparing herself for impact.

The bear Grimm, foraging for food, seemed happy to find a broken jar with red sap. It was lapping up the sweet treat when its senses alerted it to something closing in fast.

"Uruu-?!"

That was all the unfortunate Grimm could let out as Azal's sword dug into the Ursa's neck, almost instantly decapitating it. The impact sent the large Grimm sliding backwards, Azal riding on its chest until it stopped.

"Sorry teddy, it was either me or you," Azal whispered as she pulled out her blade.


"Booyah! One for the road! Looks like the Ursa couldn't bear being made into a surfboard, eh?"

A collective groan sounded. "Confound it, Yang..."


It took the redhead a few minutes to get her bearings and start walking northwards. "It's too quiet," she quietly said to no one in particular. "Telltale sign of an ambush."

No sooner than she had stopped speaking, five Beowolves sprung out and surrounded the red-garbed God Eater. "Huh, you boys again?" Azal shouldered her God Arc. "Oh, looks like you brought a new playmate," she smirked as soon as she saw the Alpha Beowolf lumber into view.

The wolf Grimm started to howl, one by one. Azal, smirking to herself, screamed a wordless battle cry, silencing the Beowolves into surprise.

Taking advantage of the situation, Azal sprinted forward and lopped off one of the Beowolves' arms, before backpedaling and slashing at another Beowolf's chest.


"Whoa. Look at that girl fight."

"You sure that's a freshman? She fights like a graduate!"

"I think I'm in love with her now..."

"That's it, I'm asking her out when she gets back!"

Pyrrha chuckled, hearing the other freshmen speak. "What about you, Jaune? Aren't you going to ask the Crimson Slasher out?" She lightly elbowed the blonde swordsman, who was engrossed watching the footage.

Jaune shook his head. "I haven't even talked to her yet! Besides, look at her!" He motioned to the footage playing. "Look at that swordsmanship... She's on an entirely different level than me. I don't think she'll even pay any attention to me."

The redheaded warrioress sympathetically patted Jaune's back. "You have to have more confidence in yourself, Jaune. You won't even know until you try."

"She better not make you sad, Jaune," Nora popped seemingly from out of nowhere, appearing between Jaune and Pyrrha. "Otherwise, I'll break her legs!"

"Nora..." Ren facepalmed across the table. "Enough with that talk about breaking legs."

The teal-eyed warhammer wielder pouted cutely as she plopped down beside the black-haired boy. "Awww... But can I at least teach her my sloth call?"


Azal hacked away at the second to the last Beowolf, smirking in satisfaction as it crumpled to the ground. "Now it's just you and me, big boy." She shouldered her God Arc again, blowing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "Now be a good dog and DIE QUIETLY!"

The Alpha Beowolf howled its anger as Azal seemingly danced around it, ducking underneath its swipes and retaliating with her own slashes. Right after her fourth swipe, she found herself directly behind the Alpha.

"Perfect. Predator Mode!"

Azal seemed to move to slash, but her God Arc's control unit appeared from out of nowhere and bit off the Grimm's arm. When it retracted, Azal glanced to the base of her weapon. "No cores, again... But the bind's released for several seconds. Enough time for me."


"There it is again. That black... Whatever it is." Blake raised a hand up to her chin. "Each time it comes out and eats a part of Grimm, she seems to gain power..."

"What exactly is it, anyway?" Weiss was flipping through her Scroll, the screen displaying different black beings but none of them coming close to what was just shown in the footage. "I can't believe that something as unique as that wasn't recorded in the Schnee archives..."

The bow twitched ever so slightly again as Blake smirked. "Pulling out all the stops, huh, Weiss?"

Ruby and Yang each peered over the Schnee heiress' shoulder. "Wow... Didn't think you had something like that, Weiss," the cloaked girl half-whispered to her partner.


"Anyone else?!"

Azal looked around, waiting for any further Grimm to jump at her. The Alpha Beowolf lay dead at her feet, several parts appearing to have been bitten off. Everything was quiet. "Thought so. Now to make up for lost time."

The redhead dashed off towards the north end of the forest, making the most out of her remaining God Arc Release Mode. Just dashing won't do... I guess it's fine if I use this move!

Immediately after dashing, Azal made one overhead chop, then followed up with another dash. Each time she did so, Azal seemed to leave a small blink of light.


"What... What was that?" Blake blinked several times. "Did... Did she just... Teleport?"

Ruby pulled out her own Scroll, re-playing the short loop. It lasted no more than a second. "No... Her body seems to be able to 'reset' her muscles to let her dash forward again... Sort of like letting her warp back a few seconds in time." Weiss edged the cloaked girl a little, pointing out specific frames when Azal wasn't a blur and details could be seen.

"Just... Who is she anyway? How can she do that?" Ruby whispered to no one in particular.


In the half minute that the redheaded God Eater was in Release Mode, she was able to cover a significant distance before having to catch her breath. "Just... A little *gasp* more..." Azal gulped air greedily while standing on an elevated spot.

When she turned, a smile grew on Azal's face.

She was in the semicircular 'temple' that Ozpin mentioned. From here she could see sixteen black and sixteen golden pieces.

Azal slid down the incline and took a closer look. "Chess... Pieces?"


"Yup, she said the exact same thing as Blakey here." Yang jerked her thumb towards the cat Faunus beside her.


Azal blinked a few more times. Well, my orders were to head north and retrieve a relic, then come back. I should take one and go back; if these aren't it then I should still have some time to go back here. Shrugging, Azal picked a gold pawn and pocketed it. "Objective acquired, gold - er, white pawn relic in possession. Returning to HQ."

The trip back was nearly uneventful, except for a Death Stalker making the wrong decision to make Azal into a snack. "Tch... Borg Camlanns, again. I guess I really have to do this after all," Azal muttered as her God Arc changed form to ranged mode, her thumb turning a dial on her God Arc.

Azal made a short hop forward, then rolled to avoid the Death Stalker's stinger; as soon as she got back on her feet, she noticed the scorpion Grimm's pincers closing in, either to squeeze her or to defend itself. "Like hell you will!"

Not wasting any time, Azal jumped up and pulled the trigger. Instead of a bullet flying out, what the gun barrel spewed was a round red orb, which exploded less than half a second after being fired. The gun's recoil made the redhead back up a few feet, safely away from the explosions.

"One… Two… Now!" Azal jumped up again and fired another orb, this time slightly to her right, above the Grimm's other claw. While the scorpion Grimm held its pincers up to block the blasts, the redhead dashed behind it and started whaling away on its tail. In a few minutes, the base of its tail was damaged enough, causing it to turn towards her.

The redhead seemed to be anticipating this. As the Death Stalker raised its pincers, she dove in and whacked the base of its pincers, before executing an upward sweep slash. Her God Arc switched forms in mid-air, and she fired again just before she touched the ground. "Happy new year!"

The third set of explosions seemed to do the scorpion Grimm in. Its pincers finally shattered, and as the last explosions rendered it flailing wildly Azal dashed in and slashed four times before the black maw took a bite of the Death Stalker's face.


Azal ran back to the cliffs, panting heavily as she hauled herself up the cliff face. Ozpin and Goodwitch were still standing where they were, although this time Ozpin held two mugs. "Congratulations, young woman. You've made it back in forty-two minutes. Impressive."

The redhead thrust her weapon into the ground, taking the proferred mug with two hands. "Thank you sir," she gasped out before taking a slow sip. "Ahh, rich chocolate with small marshmallow bits... How'd you...?"

The gray-haired man smirked. "Trade secret," he replied enigmatically.

"Heeey!"

The three on the cliffs turned to see Team RWBY making their way to where they were. "Azal, you were SO cool! How did you do that blink step thing? Oh, and how would you clean your weapon? What kind of ammo do you use? I wanna know how you make explosive rounds like that!"

"One at a time, sis," Yang patted her younger sister's shoulder. "But I gotta say I'm also curious. How do you make those kinds of bullets? Any special way to making them?"

"All Gods Eaters craft their own bullets. Those were specialty Crush-type ammo, designed specifically to break down defenses. Speaking of which, I'm not sure yet how I'm going to redesign my ammo now..." Azal took another sip from the mug.

"Why's that? If you need Dust, you can simply request from the heiress herself here."

"Stop that, Yang. I am not a charity," Weiss retorted. "Although I may make an exception if you tell me all about your weapon. I admit I am very curious about it."

"Oh. The first thing you should know is that it was matched specifically for me. Apart from me, the only other person who handles my God Arc is Licca, our resident God Arc maintenance specialist. She alone knows how to handle them without getting infected."

"Infected?" Blake stepped closer, a look of worry on her face. "How so?"

Azal took another sip from the mug. "As I said, the God Arc is matched only for me. If you touch a non-matched God Arc, the Oracle Cells inside it will reject you and eat you up from within. The First Unit Leader, Yuu, as well as Lindow, they were able to fight Oracle Cell infection and make it back alive."

Something made Azal uneasy all of a sudden. When she turned, Ruby Rose already held the God Arc in her hands.

"No! You'll be devoured by my God Arc's Oracle Cells!"


Woops. Cliffhanger.

I was supposed to release this two days ago, sadly I fell ill (I STILL am sick, actually... Hoping I'll be okay enough to go to work later).

Chapter 3 in the works; hang tight kids!

Sanguis out for now.