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Ten days before the students of beacon returned for the next school
year, Ozpin was going through the stack of entry papers memorizing the
new students when he encountered something odd. There was one more
than there should have been.
"Strange." He said to himself, taking a sip of coffee. He taped the
intercom. " Glynda, could you come to my office please?." He switched
off the intercom and continued reading the entrance form.
A few minutes later Glynda Goodwitch stormed into the office. "I
swear, if you called me here to do your paper work again, I will..."
She was cut off as Ozpin raised a hand. His eyes were still on the
entrance form.
"I called you here to ask you about this." He said, handing her the
paper. Glynda read the paper thoroughly. "It showed up in my office is
this morning on top off the others. I've never seen it before."
"It's probably just a prank from one of the other professors." Glynda
said, tossing the paper back on the desk.
"But there's the thing." Professor Ozpin said, picking up the paper.
"He's already in the system. As you know, I'm the only one with
control over such a thing." Glynda came around to look at his computer
screen. Sure enough, the teen in question was indeed enrolled. But
what really interested her was...
"he's born tomorrow, in the emerald forest."
John woke up at the base of a fallen tree. Next to him lay a long,
black sword. Around his waist was a leather belt with a heavy pistol
holstered to it. There was six magazines of modded ammo secured to the
back. He wore his traditional sweatshirt, but instead of sweats he
wore loose jeans. On his back was an empty sword sheath.
Could have gone for a shield though. He thought. Just then something
hard fell on the back of his head. He rubbed the back of his head as
he looked at the arm guard that popped out of nowhere.
"Thank you!" He called out, not sure if the immortal being in
question could even hear him. John strapped the arm guard to his arm
and pressed a button. The side of the guard opened up and plates
unfurled like a sail. Then from each plate extended more folds. When
the process was done he had a 4 foot diameter round shield. No seams
in sight.
Impressive. He thought as he hefted his shield. It had a weight, but
not enough to get in the was with his movements. He walked over and
picked up his sword. It was a long, one edged sword. The handle made
it a hand-and-a half sword. The hand guard was designed to catch the
opponent's weapon and possibly disarm them. It had the mobility and
weight of a one handed weapon, but had the size and the durability of
a two handed. On the opposite side from the blade, the sword had an
elegant curve 2 thirds of the way down that turned into what looked
like a wave. From the crest of the wave to the tip of the weapon was a
second edge.
John marveled at his sword. He had designed it in his dream, but he
never thought he would be holding it in real life. It was beautiful.
It was forever sharp, and could not be scratched or broken. "I'll call
you Midnight." He told the sword. It was a fitting name.
He gave the blade a few swings and then secured it safely in its
sheath. He then took the time to examine the surrounding area. Bushes,
trees, rocks, and dirt. Pretty much expected. He then noticed that the
tree had not fallen like he originally thought. No, it had been cut in
half!
now he recognized this place. It was Ruby that had cut down the tree
while storming after Weiss. So that means...
There was a noise behind him and he jumped. Without looking back he
charged at the nearest tree. Because he was so big, John could easily
reach just about any branch above him. He was about 20 feet above the
ground he finally stopped and looked back. What he saw made him feel
really stupid.
There in the middle of the clearing, a small brown rabbit stared up
at him. He chastised himself. Not only did he run away from a harmless
bunny, but it proved that he needed to pay attention to his
surroundings more.
He let out a sigh. At least it wasn't a grim. Now that he had a
moment to relax, he now saw the advantage of being spooked up the
tree. He could now see the school. Or, mor accurately, he could see
the way to the school. He could see the dirt path leading up to beacon
cliffs. That was the way out of this forest. He took note of
nevermores in the northern sky. "Good thing you're going southwest."
John told himself. He then descended the tree.
John took off in a quick but cautious pace. Relying heavily on his
ears, he snuck through the forest. Once he mad it to the cliff side,
he began to move north looking for the path.
John walked through the woods, making sure to keep the cliff side to
his left. He had his gun in his hands, safety off. He was constantly
checking to make sure he didn't drop any ammo. He was ready to run
if he encountered an enemy, yet he was secretly enjoying himself.
my folks back home would never believe me. He thought gleefully. He
did it. He was actually here. He was in Remnant! There was a skip in
his stride as he enjoyed the thought. He had no idea how he was going
to survive, but John was so happy he didn't care. "I'll work out the
money later." He said out loud.
John was mentally making a list of all the thing he had to do when
the sound of trampled plants reached his ears. He looked to the right
to see that something was pushing it's way through the shrubbery at a
fast pace. He barely dogged out of the way as a boarbatusk rolled
through were he had stood just seconds before. It slammed against the
cliff and was temporarily knocked senseless.
John aimed his gun at the Grimm and pulled the trigger. Nothing
happened. The safety! He yelled in his head. He flicked the switch on
the side of the gun and aimed at the boarbatusk once more. It had
gotten to its feet and was preparing to charge again.
Knowing it would be useless to attack it, John tensed up his legs.
The boarbatusk charged, eyes red and angry. John leapt forward and to
the left of the monster, firing twice with his right hand. One the
bullets pierced the side of the grim. The creature yelped in pain.
John landed hard on his head. He had tried to roll to his feet, but
only managed to hurt himself. He rolled over on his back just in time
to see the beast attack for the third time. Moving on instinct, he
raised his knees while simultaneously punching the button on his arm
guard. He locked his knees behind the shield and reached for the gun.
SLAM! The boarbatusk rammed right into John's shield and continued
to roll up and over his head. John grabbed the gun, put his arms over
his head and shot frantically at the pig like grim. At point blank
range, even a novice like him could hit it.
Click! Click! Click! The fire arm was empty, and the boarbatusk laid
dead. John got to his feet panting, sweat covering just about his
entire body. His arms were sore from the recoil of the gun. There was
a bruise on his upper back from when his body smashed against his
sword.
John drew his sword as he walked over to the fallen boarbatusk. With
one clean swipe of his sword, he cut off one of the creatures tusks.
"Should have done that first." He said as he picked up his prize. He
reloaded his gun and put it back in the holster.
Proceeding with his trek, this time with his sword in hand, John
finally made his way out of the forest.
Professor Ozpin and Glynda Goodwitch watched John make his way
through the forest through the hidden cameras in the forest.
"Interesting." Ozpin commented.
"That be selling him short. He just took the full brunt of a
boarbatusk attack and was able to walk away perfectly fine. Who is
this kid?" Goodwitch exclaimed as she watched him take his trophy from
the dead grim. "And what is that sword?"
Ozpin said nothing. He got out of his chair and walked over to the door.
"And we're are you going?" Goodwitch asked.
"To meet our new student."
