Here we are with chapter TWO! Not much fanfare to be had here, really.
It's chapter two and I want to keep this ball rollin'.
P.S. I want to be clear that, while I have researched a bit of police academy details, I'll be playing loose with the concepts. Just letting you guys know.
~NRK~
Ideally, he'd get through this with little problem.
He'd keep to himself, study his way through, excel to the top, be done and get out to meet with Ochre.
A man stayed laid out on the floor courtesy of the Uchiha's fist as his lackeys backed away.
He really wasn't in the mood for this.
He may have been younger than everyone here but he could put all the people here down with a bit of effort.
That thought in mind, he looked down at his fellow recruit and shook his head before walking away from him. Quickly looking at the other Faunus recruit who had quickly disappeared from the premises.
Ruffling his now buzzcut hair, he eyed the black tattoo-like markings running around his right wrist. A mirroring one on his left.
Chakra seals. Useful little things for when you're apprehending criminals or rogue ninja too tired to fight back. The ones he was using were low-leveled compared to ones that would be used on high-level prison/ninjas.
They'd work only so far as he let them.
Ninja's bodies were further enhanced by active chakra use but were also enhanced passively. Chakra had the tendency to do that for you and he wished to do this whole trial without the use of it.
He was simply amazed by the fact that they worked with Aura until he reminded himself of two very important facts:
Chakra was a mix of physical and SPIRITUAL energies of the body.
Aura was the power of the SOUL, or otherwise known as the spirit.
It was simply too good of a comparison for it to be false. So if these seals could reign in chakra?
Aura was a non-issue.
Mind you, his muscles were developed alongside his Aura and were far more advanced than anybody else's his age and possibly a couple of adults, huntsman-in-training included due to techniques he'd brought over from his previous world.
Walking away from the attempted bullying/hazing, he quickly found his barracks and returned to his studies. Being a Sunday, most of the other recruits were either sleeping, reading or playing more of those video game things he'd seen before.
Strange contraptions, those things.
He wasn't really sure how to spend his time. He'd never really had "Free-time" before coming to this place and he'd simply kept up his previous world habits up until coming to this academy. All of which could be summed up as training, training, and more training.
He eyed his "Scroll", these little inventions of this world were nothing short of magical.
Instant communication from anywhere, CCT standing of course. Surveillance via photos and video, access to information through the CCT Networks.
More importantly, access to the hundreds of weapon custom shops around the world of Remnant.
More realistically, he'd make his weapons on his 'd done it already once, and the results had applications he wasn't sure were safe to release into the world of Remnant.
He quickly removed himself from the chair and stepped out of the room idling at the door as he noticed the poster on the front.
Optional Weapon's classes begin at 2 pm for all cadets!
Underneath the headline was a picture of several guns posed over one another.
He found a slight smile etched on his lips.
~NRK~
"The days of normal criminals are over! We live in a world where, at the slightest inclination, we could be overrun by the worst of the worst! Today you'll learn about your closest friends and allies!"
They all watched the instructor with confusion before he jumped while raising a weapon from his back.
"GUNS!"
He landed and acted as nothing had happened, much to the complete disbelief of the recruits who spent their Sunday here.
Obito didn't even bat an eye.
Gai was more eccentric than this officer would ever be. Of that, Obito would bet his second life on.
"NOW! Come up to the display we have today." Starting loud and finishing politely, they simply ran with it and the recruits looked at the array of guns before them.
Obito looked at the guns before him.
A pistol, rifle, shotgun, and sniper rifle. In that order, there were five pistols, four rifles, four shotguns, and two sniper rifles.
There were a good 15 recruits in total here and just barely the right amounts of guns.
"Alright! Uchiha!" Obito snapped to attention. "Pick a weapon."
The ninja nodded before going up the line. Passing the shotguns and rifles before stopping by the pistols.
"Ah~ Simple weapons. No extra spears, swords, lances nor knives to be found."
Obito blinked at the rather specific line the instructor used-
"Hm hm hm, it's unusual for me to take on students, much less pick them out myself, but I see potential in you two," she said, her long, voluminous black hair falling down behind her mask.
He frowned as she walked in front of the two of them. His expression the mirror opposite of the girl's beside him, who smiled with a joy that shouldn't have been seen on a little girl facing a BANDIT leader.
"Now," she swung out her hand to an array of wooden weapons laid out on the floor of her tent. "Pick your weapon and remember that this is going to be your main weapon for your life in the tribe."
… before focusing back on the pistols.
He balanced each one in his palm.
The instructor just watched as he scored again and again and again.
Each time, the black-haired recruit would turn to another target, it found itself full of rubber bullets.
Finishing, he put down the gun before moving to stand where the recruits had formerly been, eying the rest of the recruits practice with their own picks.
~NRK~
He leaped from rooftop to rooftop, mindful of any passerby that would out him in the night sky.
He was making his way to a very specific location in the nightlife of Vale. His training grounds of the past two years was easily one of his favorites in this world.
Landing softly on the top of a rather tall building near his target, he observed the one across him.
Bright neon lights shot into the night sky, as various people hung about the front, gathered in a long line that reached near the edge of the street.
He looked down below before dropping, his fall slowed by a slight burst of Aura from his entire body that flashed black.
Landing with a slight "poof" of dust at his feet, Obito looked, once more, at The Club before walking towards its doors.
As he crossed the street and ended up in front of the bouncer, who was already giving him the stink eye, he pulled out a red card.
The man immediately backed up and let him in with a courtesy tip of his hat.
Nodding as he passed, he quickly put some earplugs in as he crossed the relatively quiet nightlife outside and entered the raucous establishment and immediately began making his way to the bar.
His hood being up probably wasn't too welcomed by the bartender as he sized him up before his eye went wide in recognition.
"Red-Eye?" the man serving drinks said, causing Obito to sigh.
"Yes Junior, it's me," he responded before sitting at the counter and tapping once at its polished finish.
Junior rose an eyebrow before they shoot up and he quickly moved to the door behind him.
Entering and exiting took at most five minutes with the man showing a purple, floral bottle to the academy recruit.
"Ah, it came." He said, accepting a small shot glass from Junior before the man filled it for him.
"Yeah, Mistrali Aurea fresh off the market. Gotta say I'm more impressed someone your age even knows about this stuff." Hei "Junior" Xiong said, eying the sake in his hands before Red-Eye raised a cup to him.
Eyebrow raised, the hooded teen pointed to the bottle before pointing to Junior, causing the man to blink at him.
"Yeah, thanks. Can't drink much really, still on the job."
"I understand."
Their glasses full they clinked them together before taking their drink of the glass.
"Haaa… Hmmm, so what brings you here Red-Eye?"Xiong said curiously.
The guy came here maybe twice a week. Usually for the status quo on what was going on in the underworld. Other than that it was about the space at a dock warehouse.
So half and half on what he wanted.
"I wanted to infer about the current vacancy of the docks." Junior nodded.
"Place is pretty busy right now. Recently got a shipment in on dust from Atlas and they're making sure to keep at it for the next week or so with continuous shipments." the hooded individual sighed.
"I see, then I will be borrowing your downstairs, Junior."
"Alright. Just try not to faint this time. If Melanie catches you, I'm not responsible for anything that can and will happen."
Obito frowned. That girl really couldn't keep her hands to herself. It excited hormones he'd considered long since conquered and brought a mortifying shame that some little girl was giving him any kind of excitement.
Walking around the bar and through the door, he took the staircase to the left and followed it down. After bypassing what had to be several meters of bedrock, Obito found himself in a slightly cavernous space perfectly fit for his needs.
He removed his dark jacket, putting it on one of the nearby coat hangers, leaving him in his sleeveless shirt and sweatpants, both dark blue in color. His shoes were a personally created pair of ninja sandals, same color, that he removed as well.
Now barefoot, he raised his arm, eying it before his Aura came to life. The black light surrounding his body hummed as he focused.
Within moments, his Aura sunk into his skin, black light dimming immediately before disappearing altogether.
He let out a breath, as he felt his now Aura aligned muscles flex. The floor crack, as he let out a slight amount of concentrated Aura.
'Good. I'm able to call it back without dispelling it.'
Aura was a fascinating concept.
It wasn't like chakra where you couldn't access it after a certain point in your life. You can take blows that would physically dismember you and walk them off.
He'd seen the previous Vytal Tournaments and the fact that you could be harmed without being harmed was utterly ridiculous and yet it was, in fact, a thing.
It also boosted the parameters of those who had it. Speed, hand-eye coordination, durability, and strength.
It was almost like chakra… but it had more cons, in his opinion, than the pros.
Yes, it boosted all those who could use to rather ninja-like degrees but fell short. While Chakra had a low starting point in comparison, with Aura's being WAY higher, without training no less, you could get more mileage out of chakra than Aura.
Chakra was more versatile from the getgo compared to Aura. There were techniques that Aura used that simulated chakra and that weren't passive.
Where you had to LEARN to apply Aura to your muscles, chakra did it by itself and better.
Where you had to use a finite source like Dust to use the elements, you had chakra natures.
The durability was nice, in the beginning, but it capped after a certain point depending on Aura.
Chakra could grow and be nurtured. Aura wasn't considered worth the effort to increase it, which baffled Obito to end.
Maybe it was the culture difference. He blamed it on the very strict nature of Aura itself, mostly lacking easier offensive applications, so people spent more time using a single weapon than actively working on increasing their Aura.
So he didn't fancy Aura all that much.
That's why he aimed to change it into something he could be happy with.
He felt his Aura lining every muscle as he closed his eyes and pushed it further. Each Bone was coated, joints were reinforced, tendons and ligaments enhanced before he allowed it to buzz in the background of his mind.
He let out a long breath and proceeded to exercise.
200 push-ups, both two-armed and then one-armed. 600 in total.
200 laps around the perimeter of the cavern, which was close to about 30 meters on loop, so that was cardio handled.
Next was where his Aura was put through his Chakra Test.
He removed his shirt, the sweat distracting him as the cloth clung to his body, and walked towards the wall.
'Again, it's basically the same. With one extra step.' was what he thought, as he laid a foot on the wall before it was joined by its counterpart.
Wall-walking wasn't easy with Aura, that's for sure. It wasn't as simple as chakra where simply using a certain amount will allow one to stick to a surface.
Making small anchors with each step is something he'd learned after much trial and error.
Walking on water was more difficult because it required the same concept but with platforms of Aura around one's feet.
Funnily enough, these also worked to help increase Aura and control. Once again, one of the rare similarities of Aura and chakra that made him more tolerant of it. Though it might not have been viable for anyone with not enough Aura to start with.
He began with walking vertically and then horizontally before he began to run at a brisk pace. The faster he went, the quicker the anchors had to be made.
Then he dashed. In this case, he didn't make an anchor for each step, simply each stopping point before he moved to another location on the wall.
It worked differently for if you were upside down though.
Flipping from the ceiling to the floor, he looked over to the clock on the wall.
0130 hours. He had to be back by at least 2:15 to get a couple more hours of sleep. So, with that in mind, he moved onto a last bit of exercise.
The most important one he'd come to follow through on since that incident five years ago.
Against his bastard of a father.
"Make no mistake my child," the man began, the smile on his face contrasting the cut running along his cheek. "This is no loss on your part. You've gone past even my wildest expectations. Your ability to copy my greatest technique is something your siblings couldn't even fathom in their decades of life."
He flicked his long nodachi to the side before sheathing it and turning to leave the band of kidnapped children and his son.
"Yet, it remains unpolished. Two strokes instead of three," he hummed with a smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you're close."
"Your potential is astounding! If I may be so bold, you're more impressive than your older siblings were at your age." the older male chuckled, eyes alight with something that'd caused Obito to clench his fists. "To see that come to fruition." he paused.
His father eyed him up and down before looking far away. Somewhere above and past the trees. Yet, it didn't remain there, moving to the group of scared, small children.
One especially with green, frizzy hair.
The young man's feet hit the floor before he knew it.
His face became muted, lips thinning and eyebrows straight, as he moved his left hand over to his hip. At the location, on his bare body, was a tattoo in the shape of the Uchiha fan.
He bit thumb, drawing blood, before swiping it over the marking. All the while, he allowed his Aura to flow over his skin again, focusing on the seals.
As he said before, if seals could handle chakra, they could handle Aura but it came with a caveat.
Whatever was to be in the seal itself had to have Aura in it. Not just any Aura either but that specific person's Aura.
Make your own weapon while infusing Aura into it, weave cloth with aura on each thread, or even grow a plant with Aura.
An item popped out of the seal and he held onto it tightly.
A straight-bladed nodachi with a foot long handle and a meter long blade. The handle was wrapped in red, Aura-infused, leather and bound by billets he himself had made. The blade was black, also made personally by him, with four Sharingan lined up the blade with space between them.
She frowned, her young face contorting to look aggressive and failing spectacularly.
He wasn't sure when she'd started following him around. If it wasn't the constant demands for a fight or trying to steal his catch of the day, she was always somewhere nearby. She probably thought she was sneaky but it simply wasn't to be done when it came to him.
"What are they?" he actually froze. Mind trying to figure out why he'd made Sharingan along the side of the blade.
"Hm," he grunted out, staring at the patterns before his eyes softened. The young girl beside him blinked, wide-eyed.
"It's special to me." to who he was.
She recovered and huffed before looking away.
"Whatever. I guess it might scare someone in the middle of a fight," she said bluntly, head turned away from him.
The pommel also had a single adornment of a bird pendant.
He eyed it before sighing. He removed it from the pommel before lengthening the lace and placing it around his neck.
It might come to some as a surprise that his sister was well-versed in crafting accessories. She seemed to do it with those she considered worthy of it, he'd supposed.
Leaving the tribe had been his decision but he had a feeling she knew.
He turned from the necklace to his sword and flicked it outward, a wave of Aura flowing down the weapon.
He closed his eyes and allowed his body to take stance.
Legs spread to little over shoulder length with his dominant foot, his right, leaning forward, foot perpendicular to his left.
Crouch slightly, focus ahead, hands grasped on the handle. His dominant hand near the guard and his off-hand near the pommel.
He held his form for a moment and then sprung.
"Tsubame Gaeshi"
The air hummed in an eerie way. His wrist, ankles, elbows, and hips felt sore as he relaxed from the strike.
"Two slashes," he frowned, eyes narrowing. "It's not good enough."
He tried again.
Two strikes.
He tried again.
Two strikes.
He tried again.
Two strikes.
He tried agai-
The sword fell from his grasp, his knees falling to the floor barely after it. He grit his teeth as his hands shook and his body trembled.
Not good enough. He simply wasn't good enough. Not for this. Not for this life of his.
Why hadn't he stayed dead?
"Ya done?"
Obito let out a sigh as he lifted his head up to see a girl in a white peacock dress staring at him with a raised brow.
"Junior told me ya came again."
Fucking Junior.
"So I came on down here to see how our friendly Red-Eye was doin'." is what she said but he could see that mischievousness settled in her gaze.
What had he done to deserve this?
"I don't know who ya are but thanks."
Obito stood there, hood up, as he watched the man named Junior patch up the girls in red and white.
Gangs were something he was both unfamiliar with and familiar with at the same time.
Finding people like this wasn't hard in the Elemental Nations but it usually was for more than territory.
Information on other ninjas, countries' resources and the like were more prevalent.
This was a simple ambush of questionable intent to send a message.
They were lucky he'd gotten there before both were knocked out.
Hei Xiong let out a frustrated sigh, putting away the med kit as he surveyed his girls.
The man had offered him some form of reward which had been perfect. He'd need a training space in the city.
Then he offered a "Mission" which was perfect because it caught his attention.
The Lucky Vein Gang wouldn't survive the morning.
~NRK~
He could hear the murmurs of the other recruits as their superior spoke a certain word.
Huntsmen.
"I'm sure you all know this but the world of today is endangered by the Grimm!" Instructor Green started. "These vile vermin corner most of the globe and keep us humans in a constant state of fear and panic…. Were it not for Huntsman!" he finished by slamming a hand onto the blackboard behind him, the word scribbled on its surface.
"You never know when criminals of today's world are trained in the use of Aura or not. More than a couple of cases like this can be found in Mistral where crimes are recently on an unexpected rise. Individuals that turn away from their sworn duty to protect the masses and use their cantankerous capability to attack roaming villages, steal and more unfortunate crimes on the unexpecting populace."
He walked by each of them before a recruit raised their hand, catching the officer's attention.
"Yes, Clayroad?" Attention on her, the girl shriveled in on herself before speaking.
"It's just… what are we supposed to do? None of us have Aura to be as strong as Huntsmen." she finished and the room filled with murmurs.
"That's correct. We don't have the powers of huntsmen but we have the next best thing-"
"Access to the power of 'em. What's up kiddos?" Came a voice from the door, interrupting their superior officer.
Obito's right eye twitched.
Coming through the door was a seemingly middle-aged man with familiar black hair with a couple of grey strands and red eyes. A gray coat that was light around its outer portions with a long coattail over a black opened dress shirt, dark slacks and a red torn layered over him as he grinned.
Qrow Branwen.
"So this is this year's recruits huh?" he questioned peering over the groups of students. Obito found himself lucky he was mixed into the back.
This was some form of Qrow's semblance working on him.
Even though he knew how different Qrow was from Raven, especially with where they stood with one another, he didn't want to be dealing with another Branwen for while.
Hopefully, a full decade at the minimum.
"Y-Yes. Huntsmen are far more suited to dealing with their own kind." the instructor, now back with his wits, resumed.
Qrow eyed him in amusement before looking to the recruits and catching eyes with Obito.
Red eyes widened to an unnatural degree before he started laughing causing the recruits to shuffle.
His laughter died down before Qrow reigned himself in.
His smile remained but the adopted Midoriya could sense the exasperation behind it.
"Now…" Qrow idly walked up and down the lined up recruits. Just so happening to stop just by Obito, who didn't allow any kind of emotion to show at their current meeting.
"What do you guys know about the Grimm?"
~NRK~
He walked out of the locker rooms last, fully suited up in blue sweatpants and a shirt of the same color with the academy logo on the back of it before stopping.
He'd stopped at the doorway and turned to the left, meeting eyes with the now frowning Qrow who was leaned up against the wall.
"..."
"..."
"... We meet again Mr. Branwen."
"Don't give me that shit kid. What the hell are you doing here? Last I saw you, you were in bandages." Qrow prodded, removing himself from his leaning position. "What are you doing in Vale?"
"I don't understand," Obito answered but it was half-hearted.
He knew exactly why Qrow was irritated right now.
"You're fulla shit, you know that?" Qrow sighed, hand held to his head. "I offer ya the chance to come here years ago and you blew me off. Now look where you are.," he finished, glaring through half his fingers.
Obito frowned. "I'd made it clear before, I would not go with you. I had recently been adopted, Qrow. I wasn't about to have you whisk me away to Vale."
"You know that's not true. I told ya, I'm sure Oz could have pulled some strings and had you all relocated to Vale. Your father would be nearby and we needed to get you out of there as soon as possible."
And there it was, his issue with this whole scenario just reeked of ulterior motives.
"Why are you doing this, again?" Obito frowned. "You tried this back when you first set eyes on me in the tribe, then after our biological father left me looking worse for wear and now you're here?" here Obito's eyes narrowed, dark silver clashing against Qrow's crimson eyes.
The huntsman let out a sighing growl as he combed his right hand through his greying hair.
"Is it so wrong for me to want you safe?" Obito shook his head.
"Is that so? Because Raven says otherwise."
"Of course she would. She's just trying to turn you against me."
"Against you? Or Ozpin and his war against Salem?"
Eyes wide, throat tightening and face pale, Qrow stared at the younger male with an expression more fit for a clown.
"How?! WHO TOLD YOU?!" his voice rising he gripped the younger Branwen's shoulders. Obito stared back at him with an impassive glance.
"Who do you think? Qrow you obviously know exactly who told me. That being..."
Obito spoke words that caused Qrow to let go of and watch his sibling go with fear in his heart.
"Mr. Branwen!"
Qrow actually jumped as the instructor from before came from the direction Obito went.
"Wh-what?"
"We're leaving you behind!"
"Uhhh, right. Right, sorry." with his response, the officer nodded and marched back to the waiting cadets.
Qrow looked at the group, catching eyes with Obito before his lips dipped heavily at their ends.
He needed to inform Oz at the first opportunity.
"I'll figure out a way to deal with Salem myself. Unkillable or otherwise, I won't be your soldier in a war."
And figure out what the hell that meant.
~NRK~
"Alright, so what do you guys know about Huntsmen?"
Qrow walked the line of them, idling by Obito for a moment before asking the recruit next to the current pain in his ass.
"You!"
"Right! Private Redwood answering sir!" Qrow actually felt some amusement slip back into him.
"Get on with it!"
"Yes! Huntsmen are the people that graduate from Huntsmen Academies, like Beacon! Each comes away with a weapon of various effects and mechanics which, coupled along with their strange powers, are the ones who fight off the Grimm!" she let out a couple breaths as Qrow nodded.
"Right on the money. Us huntsmen are the ones who make sure you all can sleep well at night when it comes to the outer walls of Vale. Each Huntsman will more often than not carry a weapon of their own making and carry special abilities that we call Semblances with the unlocking of our aura." Qrow explained, getting a myriad of mumbles and awe-inspired wide-eyed looks.
Concentrating, he lit up by a dark red veil of energy that caused the cadets' eyes to boggle.
"Aura, for huntsmen, is what makes us seem so special in the eyes of the populace"
Turning to Instructor Green, Qrow nodded and the officer pulled out his phone.
"When the time comes and you find yourselves in the presence of criminal who has either huntsman training or was a former huntsman/huntress themselves there's a special dial app you can phone in to reach any nearby available huntsmen."
Turning his scroll around, and projecting it into the air between the cadets and Qrow.
Black in coloration, with a metal plate on a weird looking object that had holes where numbers were placed.
"With the press of each number you HAVE the press the middle part before touching the next one."
There was an alarm that went off and Qrow removed his Scroll from his pocket to show them the message playing across its surface.
"This will be sent to any available Huntsmen, human or Faunus, in the current city you're located in. Atlas, Vale, Mistral, you name it it's there. CCT nearby of course."
He eyed a certain Faunus cadet who fidgeted but rose his hand.
Qrow rose an eyebrow. "Yeah?" The Faunus looked startled before collecting himself.
"Um, it's okay?" he got the go-ahead from Qrow, breathing a sigh of relief. "Um, if it's not too much to ask, why doesn't everybody have their Aura unlocked?" This question caused a rising agreement among the cadets. Many of who looked at Qrow accusingly.
"Whoa," the huntsman waved his hands in front of him. "Clearly you guys think it's all fun and games but Aura is very precious and also dangerous."
"How?" asked another brat.
"Easy, you guys don't have Aura so you won't ever really know, Aura makes you a big target for Grimm." his explanation got gasps out of many of the recruits, while Obito narrowed his eyes.
'That's false. If it were true the tribe would be fighting off Grimm every day just to survive. At most ten Aura-filled individuals would make them prime targets and the tribe has at least TWICE as much.'
Where was this coming from? It was honestly baffling that some could believe this if they were a huntsman. Qrow especially should know better considering he'd come from the same tribe.
He tuned back in as Qrow finished answering questions.
"That all? Okay then, I think that's all." Qrow said with finality. "I'm gonna tell you guys that a couple other Huntsmen will be coming through here every month to go over this stuff again."
Finished his piece he gave his leave to their instructor and walked out.
But of course, Obito rolled his eyes, he didn't leave without giving his younger sibling a look that said 'this isn't over'.
There went his normal days in Vale.
~NRK~
"I see, this is quite the situation." he folded his hands, eyes closed. "I wasn't expecting Raven to tell anyone. Though maybe I was too naive to believe Raven wouldn't tell her family. Is there anyone else I should know about?"
He opened his eyes, locking onto Qrow.
"Much less your own baby brother, who just happens to be in the city where you and Raven attended Beacon. A Silver-Eyed Branwen?" it was almost laughable if not for the severity of the breach of information on his former student's part.
"It's not like I was expecting him to be anywhere near here and no." Qrow paused for a moment. "Raven wasn't particularly connected to anyone when it came to the tribe. Our mom died a year after we were born, and our dad's a bastard." Qrow's hand clench, catching Ozpin's attention.
"It seems that your father is an irritating subject."
"That doesn't even cover half of it, he's most of the reason Raven is the way she is. That said, she hates him, so he's out. We have no other blood relatives as far as I know." he winced. "I'll probably check back in on that just in case."
"I believe that is the correct decision, especially since your search for your brother has come to a rather anticlimactic end." Qrow snorted. "Yet, I have more questions still. The most obvious one being: why haven't you told me that your father was a Silver-Eyed Warrior?"
Qrow paused before letting out a long breath.
"Oz I'm going to level with you. Don't. Include. My. Father. In ANYTHING." Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon, found himself taken aback. "Never try to strike a deal with my father. Don't show yourself as strong around him or let him in on plans that require things to go well. My father is always obsessed with one thing: the strong."
Ozpin frowned. "I don't fully grasp what you mean. If you mean his lust for battle will turn our plans sour-"
"No, you don't understand." Qrow interrupted. "My father will stop at nothing. To get a fight. If he realizes either side has a bigger advantage."
"He'll switch to the opposite side to get a good fight out of it." Qrow finished causing Ozpin's eyes to widen.
"I-I see." the very thought of a Silver-Eyed one joining Salem's side of their own volition filled him with dread.
Should the time come where he was without options…
He'd remove them from this world himself.
~NRK~
She sat on her mat in a plain gray shirt and brown shorts turning her hands side to side as she inspected the chakram held in each one.
Serrated around the edges coming to two points that stopped it from being a full circle. She had a circular mechanism for a gun in the middle and around its handle… was a red leather that made it easier for her to grip.
Her eyes settled on the leather, turning her hand over it to reveal a small fan on it.
Her lips dipped at the ends before she stood up and put her weapons back on the stand in her tent.
"Vernal." Her head snapped to the opening in her tent to see a woman staring inside.
Her long black hair falling down her back was covered by a small dark red bandana. Her skin was pale for someone who lived out in the wilds like they did and her crimson eyes stared straight at Vernal.
"Raven?" Vernal stood straighter as her mentor pulled the tent flap even further before inviting herself in.
A shallow cut black and red dress with black shorts underneath, with series of beaded necklaces and a belt that normally wrapped around her waist to also hold her weapon. Her red gauntlets sat snug on her forearms as she crossed her arms.
Raven cut a rather terrifying figure of the baddest bitch around most of the time, especially with her mask and feathered bits to add to the scary Grimm lady image.
Standing still, as Raven seemed to inspect her, Vernal didn't dare speak up.
"Did I ever tell you about what my mentor made me do when I was about your age?"
Still sticking to her "Better-not-speak" idea, Vernal shook her head.
"I was sent to Beacon," the younger woman's eyes went wide. "I think it might suit you to have the same experience." Raven finished, leaving Vernal an opened mouth fish.
"B-B-But!" turns out being quiet wasn't gonna help. "But I thought you said no one would do it again! Somethin' about your time there being wasted." she didn't understand.
Raven always seemed kind of, scratch that completely and utterly, against going back to those shits at Beacon.
What changed her mind?
"So I'm going this year?" she asked as she thought about when she'd be leaving.
Maybe she could find that bastard while she was out there.
"No," Raven stated with a shake of the head. "While your current level is far above the first years there, even most of the second years, I want you to go to Beacon the strongest there."
Ozpin would watch potential come and go without even a step into his direction.
"Come your 18th birthday you'll attend Beacon." her peace said, Raven left the tent and Vernal in stunned silence.
Two years. In two years, shed attend Beacon. Going through what Raven had… hopefully without the getting knocked-up part.
Two years and she'd be out in the world. Able and definitely going to find that son of a bitch.
"Obito, when I find you, you're DEAD."
~NRK~
So, sorry about this coming out so late. I wanted to get this out by the end of January but it got away from me. That said, it's here now, so better late then never I suppose.
Now, onto other matters:
I'm never going to follow RT's dumpster fire of an idea for Adam. Not here, not in future fics and definitely ever.
I simply can't understand how they did Adam dirty the way they did. His whole character was transferred to ILYA because they had no idea on how to handle a morally grey character.
Nevermind how he's so far the only Faunus facing legit, severe racism. Nevermind the fact that killing Adam doesn't SOLVE anything! He's not some special snowflake! He's literally one of what is probably hundreds of Faunus who've faced the same kind of fate.
Whatever, this topic is done.
2) I simply don't like in Medias Res kind of Storytelling here. I feel like things would work better with me starting at Obito's true beginning in this fic which, mind you, is definitely gonna be a couple chapters of this fic.