Chance
Two men of considerable power stood in the Headmaster's Office of Beacon. One man, who owned said office, was fully alert. The second man he deducted to have immense skill, enough skill to not be detected by himself. Many considered his school the best and he himself wasn't a push over. Many of his colleagues consider him a league of his own.
The other man seemed read his intent and reached into his pocket.
"Calm down, I have something urgent to say," As he placed a golden medal embroidered with crossed axes decorated with wreaths underneath the two weapons. The medal had blue and white stripes attached to it.
"The highest honor the kingdom of Vale has to offer..." Ozpin eyed the medallion on his desk.
He knew only 12 medals have been given out. The majority of the medals were given during the great war. Specifically, to the heroes who had given mankind a future against the Grimm. He looked up at the scarred man and repeated the question.
"Who are you?" He stood up relaxing his grip.
The man sighed and stated. "Bruno Sieg, I used to be a huntsmen under the order of Vale's army itself. A fairly long time ago at least." As he reached his left hand out to shake, "Sorry, the gauntlet has kinda malfunctioned during a recent battle, forgive my rudeness. What took place is the reason why I am here." Ozpin shook his hand but before he could continue, "Funny how tech changes over the years, I still feel comfortable with a classic weapon. This whole mecha-shift thing sometimes makes weapons unreliable...too many jams!" smacking his gauntlet.
"Mecha-shifting is not exactly new Mr. Sieg...surely you jest." smiling at the man still lightly hitting his gauntlet." he motioned with his left. "What is so urgent for you to sneak into my office and why not to the kingdom itself?"
"Well, first of all, the kingdom cannot help with this matter. Second, there are certain individuals here that can and must be shaped in order to protect the very world itself." His demeanor suddenly shifted to a more serious tone, " They are rising again. The creatures of Grimm."
"Impossible! They were sealed by the eight heroes of the great war! Thanks to them the Grimm numbers are so low they do not really pose a threat to us now." as he reached for his coffee mug.
"Well, with the outcome I've concluded myself on. They are slowly regaining numbers and power." He pulled out his scroll, "Especially when I fought one of these..." setting his scroll on the desk for Ozpin to see.
"Mother of Remnant, that is not what I think it is...those types were supposed to be eradicated 70 years after the war!" on the scroll was a red alpha beowolf, though it was smaller than described in the books.
"Right, this one is a fresh one. Though, its enough to take out most hunters out today. No offense but these peaceful times have made people considerably weak. Most of them anyway." He pointed at one of the chairs, "Mind if I take a seat?"
"Forgive me, of course." He gestured at the chair then questioned, "If what you are saying its true...How long do we have? Who are these individuals in this school that are of importance to you?"
"I don't know the exact time limit we have...My guess is three to four years...I went to the temple and there was a slight difference from the many visits I've made. The individuals? I don't know who they are. That's something you and I are going to have to figure out. Mostly coming from me which comes to another request. Allow me to be in the school and watch over the students from a distance, you have fine instructors from what I've seen in the small time frame I've been here, I will not interrupt them I assure you."
"Then, I must introduce you publicly if I were to allow that." He still doubted his legitimacy despite the obvious worn out medallion in front of him.
"Sure, no problem! I'd like to see the faces of your future students anyway." He stood up to take his leave, "So deal?"
"First, a little confirmation for safety measures, how long did you serve under the kingdom."
The man sighed, "You won't believe me, even if I told you Ozpin."
"Hit me with it." He raised an eyebrow.
"The great war." keeping a serious face and tone.
Ozpin went wide eyed. Then laughed hysterically. "That would make you over 300 years old!" He then hit his scroll. "Hello, Mrs. Goodwitch? I'd like you to see a gentlemen out of my office."
"If you don't believe me...I'm also immortal." He pointed at his chest, "Try me."
"Mr. I'm sorry, Bruno surely you are not. I almost believed your little story. I am not going to commit a murder." Professor Goodwitch now entered clearly not amused at the man intruding the headmaster.
Bruno pulled out his hilt. "I'll make you then." His body flashed red slightly as the hilt was no longer a hilt but, a large red great-sword. The blade was white and one sided going into the blade one inch in then converting red all the way to the other end which was thick.
Before both professors could react he was already behind Ozpin ready to strike. He swung with his left hand at the headmaster with unreal speed aiming at his neck.
"If I was truly serious, both of you would be dead right now." He powered down his blade leaving only the hilt. "I am telling the truth. If you want to prove my legitimacy...Kill me right here right now."
Sweat dropped from Ozpin but, before he could tell the man to calm down his assistant already made the move to deal with the threat. A blue glyph appeared and a shard of ice was thrown at the direction of both himself and Bruno were standing. Ozpin moved out of the way but Bruno did not. He saw Bruno smiling as the icicle smashed right through him leaving a gaping hole in his chest.
"Oh lord! He didn't even dodge! He wanted to die!" His assistant yelled as she ran over to the body. She stopped when the man stood up right before her eyes.
"Amateur glyphs like that won't kill anyone." Bruno stood up audibly complaining at his ruined cloths which had a three inch gaping hole in it.
Ozpin and his assistant were astounded. They just witnessed a man get impaled by an ice shard to the chest and he stood up with not even a scratch, only old scars were visible from the newly made hole. He was even complaining and calling a professionals glyph work amateurish!
"I-I-I Believe you now." Was all Ozpin could mutter.
"Deal then?" He started walking past them towards the door. The hole that used to be there had been patched, like it was never there.
"Y-Yes." He stuttered
Goodwitch bowed her head, "Forgive me."
Bruno stopped and look over his shoulder, "Not a problem I've been through worse over 300 years. A little more work and you'll be one tenth of my teammates skill level before her demise! I'll see you at initiation then..." He closes the door behind him.
"Glynda, what have we gotten ourselves into and if he is telling the whole truth, mankind will be tested again in three to four years." He plopped down into his seat. His assistant followed him shortly after sitting in the chair that the man had sat in.
Entrance of Beacon
Bruno sat at one of the many public benches near the landing pads of Beacon. He was situated on the end furthest away from where the new recruits were slowly trickling out of the ship. He decided it would not hurt to get a sneak peak at the students to see if any had potential. He was not worried about not fitting in either. He owed it to his immortality literally freezing his age. He still looked like, at most, a senior of the school. He still had his hood up not to garner attention from any curious child wanting to know how he got his scars.
He grew disappointed as the last of the ships arrive. Not one of the students that poured out of those ships felt like they had any potential! Maybe he was wrong, he was about to get up and call off the deal with Ozpin when a peculiar scene played out before him.
"Hey! What are you doing!" A chilly voice rang out in the middle of the circular square.
A young girl with pure white hair and combat dress with red inner lining stood over an even younger girl with black and red tinted hair and a black and red lined dress. A scarf wrapped around her shoulders which formed a hood along with her attire. The first one not being amused at all at the woman who seemed to have tripped over a bunch of dust cases.
"Sorry!" The black haired girl said.
"Sorry? You could if caused some serious damage! Maybe even end both our lives!" The platinum blonde was literally pointing her finger at her.
The other girl picks up a case and apologizes again for her actions. The other grabs the case away and opens it suddenly.
"This is Dust! Mined from the Schnee quarry! Are you listening to me?" Eyeing the other girl with an icy glare.
Bruno chuckled slightly, he noticed the case was not secured correctly, the bottles were leaking out faint amounts of dust, and to top it all off the dunce was waving it in the air spilling more of the red dust into the air. He knew without a doubt these actions were going to cause some repercussions and he was correct. He just witnessed the girl in black attire sneeze, causing a reaction with the potent dust in the air causing an effective explosion. The red dust container flew over in his direction but stopped rolling due to it hitting the foot of another young girl caught up in a book. He eyed this girl suspiciously, what was a faunas doing hiding her features like she was?
"This is not your ordinary combat school! We're here to fight monsters! Watch where your going!" the white haired girl practically screaming.
"Sorry princess!" The black haired girl flaring anger in her words.
"Heiress actually, Weiss Schnee, Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest dust producers in this world." The girl with a bow-tie hiding her faunas features said interrupting the argument. She wore black and white attire, the cloths seemed to fit her style of combat.
"Finally, some recognition." turning to the girl in the purple bow.
"The same company known for its questionable partners and controversial labor forces."
The girl was at a loss for words not making a witty retort. She just eyed the girl and pulled the dust out of her hand walking away.
"I'll make it up to you!" The black haired girl waved at the furious girl.
Bruno watched as the faunas walked away from the black haired girl. The girl collapsed and laid flat on the ground. He then saw a boy walk up. He had to take a double take. The boy looked like the spitting image of his very old friend and fellow leader from way back. The blonde hair and blue eyes were uncanny, just like Reginald's. He looked for a visible weapon and saw what he was looking for, Crocea Mors though, it was vastly different to his friend's, this one seemed more on the plain side. 'Damn Arc, your blood line is strong if even today your descendants look like you.' He couldn't help but smile. Then his smile faded away as he eyed the boy more carefully. He detected not one ounce of aura leaking out of this boy. Everyone else at this school had varying amounts of aura leaking out of them, but are invisible to untrained eyes, steadily due to their not yet polished combat skills and experience. In fact, the girl next to him had faint aura leaking out of her. He on the other hand not one single bit, not even on the inside. This worried him greatly, How was he to survive all the years here? At the most prestigious and rigorous academies in Remnant?
"Hi, I'm Jaune Arc." The boy held out his hand to help the girl up.
"Ruby." she nearly burst out laughing, "Aren't you the guy that threw up on the ship!"
Bruno got up and headed towards the headmaster's office once again to meet up for the entrance ceremony. He also wanted to talk about why he had accepted a boy who has not even unlocked his aura. He was an Arc but, any professional could see plain as day he was not ready for this kind of setting. He saw vast potential in the boy but, he did not want to see that potential die out here.