The last chapter got over 2k views within seven hours. Like, isn't there better stuff here than my garbage? Meh, To each their own. But for realsies, absolutely overwhelming. Thank you. I, the Baron of Drawers, present a new few thousand words of my ramblings.
/LB/
My team, along with team RWBY, was almost late for our first lecture of the year with a teacher named Port.
However, now that I've seen the lecture, I can say with absolute confidence that we wouldn't have missed much. Professor Port was, as his name suggested, a portly man, equip with a full, thick mustache, a surprisingly full head of thick light gray hair. His outfit consisted of a red, almost maroon, military coat, and black dress pants.
The man spent a good part of the period rambling about his early days, when he was, and I quote, "A shining hero, with sweat glistening off of his pectorals that fought a herd of Boarbatusk with nothing but a pen cap and a stick of chewing gum!"
I swear, if I had half a lien for every time this man described himself as 'manly', I would never need to do any farming anytime within the next century. Seriously, at this point, he could have literally started saying 'blah blah blah', and half of us wouldn't notice, and the remaining half wouldn't object. I myself was about to tune him out before he raised a question.
"Which one of you believe that you have what it means to be a Hunter?" The portly man asked. Immediately, my hand rose, eager to prove my worth.
That Schnee girl's hand also raised, but she pronounced it with a "Me, sir!"
Rude, but meh.
Port chuckled wholeheartedly, his belly jiggling with what I could only describe as holiday cheer. "Well, not one, but two students want to prove something! Very well then, get your gear and rush back here, I have something special for you two!"
Changing out of my uniform didn't take all that long, considering I could literally unequip one set of clothes, and equip another set. So, when I stepped out of the room, I opened my inventory, equipped my combat outfit, and walked back in three seconds after I left. My team just rolled their eyes at me showing off.
After several minutes of waiting, Weiss finally entered the room with her combat skirt (absolutely ridiculous) and rapier.
I held my Dusk Bone Sword and Deathplate Shield at the ready, prepared for whatever Port would throw at us.
"Now, normally I only have one volunteer up here, but since these two," Port announced, gesturing to the two of us, "are so eager, they will both be facing one Boarbatusk."
That's easy though... Wow, not even a week with my Gamer Semblance, and I'm finding killing Grimm boring.
"They will also leave the weapons currently on their body on my desk, might I add!" The teacher added as soon as Weiss and I gave him a glare. Now we were giving him a glare of a different kind. "Mind you, this is an adult Boarbatusk, and there will be no judgement if you call for help in defeating the beast," Port said, and looked pointedly towards the rest of the class.
The general populace of the students nodded their agreement. Weiss and I set our weapons on Port's desk. Pleased, Port walked over to a fairly large cage.
QUEST: Fight the piggy!
Task: Kill the Boarbatusk
Bonus: Land the killing blow
COMPLETION: 150 EXP
Additional 25 per Bonus
Declination: Get laughed at by the class
Failure: Port intervenes, Get laughed at by the class
(Y/N)
now running... Complete!
Port swung down his weapon, some combo of a battle axe and a blunderbuss, smashing the lock on the cage, and releasing Grimm that resembled a boar, with spikes on its back, and small sections of bone plating along the back where the spikes formed gaps. The Grimm itself was about the size of a fully grown lion.
"Weiss, I'll distract it, you hit it with those glyphs, knock it off balance or something," I ordered, and rushed the demonic bacon, leading with a bolt from Mana Spot.
Boarbatusk - LV 19
87% HP
So it looks like it was already damaged, by Port no doubt in the process of capturing it.
I fired off several more Mana Spots before I closed the distance between myself and the Boarbatusk, and gave the beast a mighty punch to the snout, my Kindling Ring causing a small percentage of the punch to be fiery. That one punch knocked down the Boarbatusk by a whole two percent. My guess was that the Grimm was weak against fire elemented damage. Better make note of that one. Also, punching the beast earned me a new skill.
Skill: Martial Arts learned!
Basic Martial Arts: LV 1
Use your body as a weapon: Melee DMG +1%, Melee SPD +2%
Your INT increased by one!
Well, that was more MP for me... wait. I earned one INT for thinking about something? So all I have to do is make observations to earn attribute points?
Your WIS increased by one!
I'll save this for later. Now, however, I have a Grimm pig the size of a full grown lion to punch. I love my life.
The Boarbatusk whipped its head toward my torso, its tusks slamming into my chest, costing me a good 162 AP, and an additional 12 AP when I landed on my back.
"I'm ready, Jaune!" Weiss announced. "Just lead the Boarbatusk toward my glyph, and I'll take care of the rest!"
Ah, yes, I told her to make one of those, didn't I? Oh well, enough of my unwanted pain; Weiss had a glyph.
I held out my hand and formed a Soul Barrier between me and the Boarbatusk, eventually slowing it down to practically a standstill, and earning not one, but two levels in the skill for halting such a large target.
I did, with a bit of struggle, lead the Grimm towards Weiss' glyph. As soon as it touch the symbol on the floor, it was launched upwards, and Weiss summoned much smaller glyphs to hit the monster mid-air, dropping it down to twenty percent.
"I'm not to sure I have enough Aura in me to do that again," Weiss huffed, but still held her sense of dignity to not crouch over.
I brushed my hand through my hair, and quickly turned to Port. "We can kill it by any means, right?" I asked, as the Boarbatusk started a spinning attack similar to that garbage game with the hedgehog.
"You just can't use the weapons left on my desk, but yes," The portly professor replied jovially.
I nodded, and dodged out of the way of the beast's spinning charge. "Weiss, I need literally five seconds!" I demanded, which was received with a huff of annoyance, but not of defiance, as she formed small glyphs in the Boarbatusk's path.
Immediately, I opened my inventory and equipped the steel katana. "I'm ready!" I announced, and charged toward the Boarbatusk again, with renewed zeal.
The Grimm started running towards me, and I responded by entering a position where my Katana was in its sheath. Before its tusks could impale me, I unsheathed my blade and knocked the attack aside, yelling "PARRIED."
Before the Boarbatusk could recover from being knocked off balance, I shoved the entire length of the blade into its side, mightily yelling "RRRRRRREPOSTE!"
As a result, the Boarbatusk was knocked down to one percent, and one of Weiss' glyphs appeared on its snout, hammering it into the ground and killing it.
QUEST: Fight the Piggy!
Task COMPLETE!
Bonus FAILED!
+150 EXP
There was no loot. My salty tears.
I put my katana back into its sheath, and then into my inventory, and headed back up to my seat with my Grimm based weaponry back on my person, Weiss following suit with her rapier.
"Excellent show!" Port exclaimed the moment I got comfortable on my seat, making me jump a bit, and have to go through the entire process of getting comfortable again... "Now," Port continued, "We have a few more minutes before the bell goes, so who can tell me about the techniques used by these two hunters in training?"
Some nameless person, again, totally not my Semblance's excuse for an NPC, answered immediately. "Weiss used her semblance of glyphs to put the Boarbatusk into a disadvantageous position, allowing Jaune to go on a melee and ranged assault with his fists and what seemed to be shots of aura."
Port nodded. "Very good, but not quite! While it only appeared for a moment, Mr. Arc used his Semblance, some form of matter manipulation or a hammerspace perhaps, to summon another weapon to deliver a great deal of damage to the mighty foe!" The portly professor exclaimed. "Why, it reminds me of the time-" The professor was, thankfully, interrupted by the bell.
/LB/
"Ugggghhhhh," I groaned, flopping down onto my bed, stomach first, my face taking in the. My day consisted of Port's story time, history with the fast talking Oobleck, and Aura theory and combat back to back with Goodwitch. Nothing against the woman, but good lord is she strict. I thought her title was funny... It's not funny anymore, childish fantasies be damned.
The combat class, thankfully, was just going over the rules of when we actually start dueling... and that started tomorrow. I don't care what my LUK stat is, I'll just end up being paired against Pyrrha, I'm calling it now. Speaking of...
"Are you okay Jaune?" Pyrrha asked, gently placing her hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah, just not used to school..." I groaned. "Getting home schooled was so much better," I groaned, again. My eldest sister, Verte, was a certified civilian teacher, and took it upon herself to teach me since I was ten.
Pyrrha took her hand off of me. "Well, I may have not been home schooled, but I know what you mean." I sat up on my bed, and Pyrrha rested beside me on my right. "Back when I competed for the Mistral Tournament, I had tutors."
"What's the Mistral Tournament?" I asked, not knowing a clue about what she was talking about.
Pyrrha gave a short laugh that sounded somewhat like a pig-like snort. "Jaune, you have no idea how happy that makes me feel," Pyrrha said with a genuine smile stretching from ear to ear.
Seriously question though; Is this a school for supermodels? Because my partner isn't exactly helping the nay side of that argument.
Pyrrha turned her head toward mine, and continued. "The Mistral Tournament is the largest tournament for hunters in training, and I've been winning it for the past four years, setting a new record," she explained. "It's gotten me so much attention that I'm glad that you don't know about it."
The look I had on my face must have been pretty funny as I started piecing things together...
"So THAT'S where I know you from!" I exclaimed, as if I've found out how to kill all Grimm. Pyrrha's face deflated for a moment before I realized my mistake. "Nonono, I remember your face being on Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes cereal!"
An awkward pause of at least three seconds reigned supreme before Pyrrha started laughing again. Makes me feel good, making a girl like her laugh.
/LB/
"Our next match will be between team leaders Jaune Arc and Cardin Winchester," Glynda announced from the front of the class. The previous match was between Ruby and a katana/assault rifle user by the name of Helios. Ruby beat the older boy, but it was a fairly balanced match.
But mine... One look at the larger student's stats gave me one feeling...
Name: Cardin Winchester
Age: 17
Race: Human
Title: Cardinal Vice
LV: 25
HP: 8190/8190
MP: 1650/1650
AP: 6460/6460
STR: 70 +40%
DEX: 9
VIT: 39 +35%
INT: 11
WIS: 18
LUK: 3
That strength boost must be tasty.
"Again, tournament rules apply. Once one person's Aura goes into the red, I will stop the match," Goodwitch stated, the 'red' zone being 15% and lower AP. "Begin."
With my Grimm based weaponry, I charged the slower student, hoping to be able to avoid his massive STR stat with my superior speed. With Cardin's incredible STR, I chose not to even attempt to block his overhead swing, but instead I shield bashed Cardin. It did pretty much no damage, but staggered him enough for me to slash at his right elbow, hoping to cause some damage and if I'm lucky, make him drop that overcompensation device.
The slash to his arm did do a bit of damage, but Cardin just brought the giant weapon down onto my head. Our AP bars showed:
Cardin Winchester: 91%
Jaune Arc: 90%
Wow... My AP is stupidly awesome. However, so was Cardin's STR. If we were to continue to trade blows like this, I would be hard pressed to win. So, like a smart person, I backed off, and equipped my catalyst in place of my shield, and charged again.
Cardin swung his mace one handed horizontally toward my hip, likely looking to disable my legs. However, I used my catalyst to cast my Soul Barrier, and stopped his mace in its tracks. Cardin didn't know how to respond in time, so he took a chance in launching a punch at me which was blocked by the edge of my sword, as I was swinging it toward his collarbone. While Cardin's fist did stop my swing, I still dealt some damage because... You know... Flesh versus sharp sword.
And then an idea occurred. Since I could just straight up stop all movement with my Soul Barrier...
I pointed my catalyst at Cardin, stopping all his movement. The larger warrior's eyes widened, and stared at me when he realized he couldn't move. I just wailed on him while my MP drained dry, and I glanced back at the AP bars.
Cardin Winchester: 46%
Jaune Arc: 90%
My MP had another approximate 40 seconds, and I was doing over 1% of his AP per second, meaning I'll be able to take Cardin down before my MP was completely drained... I love having two different pools of energy. If I had to use my AP for this... I'd actually be able to do it for ages longer.
By the end of it, my AP dropped one percent due to the stress of swinging a sword for nearly a minute and a half, and Cardin was in the red. My MP, however, was so close to zero that it was hilarious. Some skills leveled though, along with a notice I didn't recognize, so great match either way.
"Jaune Arc wins this match," Goodwitch announced before I could see exactly what skills leveled. "Will both students please go back to their seats so we can observe the match?"
/LB/
After putting my gear away into my inventory, and waiting for Cardin to change his salty self back into uniform, Goodwitch put Ruby's match up for the class to observe, take note of, and question, but I didn't pay any attention, having been too busy looking looking at the skills that levels, and the new notice.
Skill Sword has leveled up by 3!
Sword LV 22: +44% DMG with Sword weapons, +22% Striking speed with Sword Weapons
Skill Soul Barrier has leveled up by 5!
Soul Barrier LV 8: Slow objects by 17m/s/s
Casting: 1 Hand
Bullet: Pulses of mana, 2m in radius
Cost: 30 MP per 1 sec
Title Earned!
The Spellsword: INT receives +40% Aura boost while wielding any sword type weapon
EQUIP EQUIP EQUIP THAT GOOD SHIT!
And now my stupidly high stats read:
Name: Jaune Arc
Age: 17
Race: Human
Title: The Spellsword
LV: 6 (73%)
HP: 8737.5/8737.5
MP: 350/7650
AP: 11054/11776.9
STR: 15 +125% +2
DEX: 9 +125% -2
VIT: 25 +125% +2
INT: 17 +200%
WIS: 14
LUK: 12
Points: 10
Perks: Arc (+700% AP) (Aura Boosts X5), Gamer's Mind (100% Resistance to Mental afflictions), Gamer's Body (Damage shows in pain and HP, not body), Gamer's World (Loot defeated enemies, accept quests)
Title: The Spellsword: INT receives +40% Aura boost while wielding any sword type weapon
SPD: 36.5
That 'Arc' perk is absolutely disgusting. A mere 40% boost was raised to 200%. Legit. Not OP at all. And my AP increased as well. Also, tripling my INT instantly made my thoughts so much more... well, clearer wouldn't be the right term for it, but I ironically couldn't think of better. It wasn't like when I rose the stat by a level or two; The amount of change was phenomenal. My thoughts became so vivid, and my mental imagery became absolutely stunning. I was able to recall insignificant details about Ruby's match, much less my own.
And the beauty of it? I never had to unequip a sword. My Semblance had a 'Fashion Mode', which hid my armour and weapons, and made it look and feel like I was wearing whatever I put into the fashion slots.
Anyway, enough about me having a mental breakdown over my stats. Goodwitch turned the class' attention to the replay of my fight.
"Can anyone tell me how Mr. Arc won?" Goodwitch asked, before adding, "And if you say by beating his opponent, you will be excused from the class."
Weiss' hand shot up, nearly smacking my face, and she was gestured to by Goodwitch, the teacher signalling for her to answer.
"After gauging his opponent, Jaune used a peculiar weapon, likely filled with pre-charged Gravity Dust that released at the push of a button, hence why his Aura didn't deplete as it occurred, and simply took the free attacks that his weapon gave," Weiss answered, somewhat incorrectly, but meh.
Goodwitch nodded. "That does seem the case. However, Mr. Arc, can you confirm Ms. Schnee's answer?"
"Wrong," I replied simply, without giving it much thought. I then brought out my catalyst and handed it to Weiss. And then came the lying. "As you can see, the stick I used is just a catalyst; Something I can store energy into, and then with a minor push, I can unleash that energy in any way I see fit."
Goodwitch nodded at the response at the same moment Weiss handed over my catalyst. "I myself use a similar technique, and Mr. Arc's explanation is fairly sound." Wow, I managed to lie my way into accuracy. I mean, that's how I'm here, but that's neither here nor there. "However," The stern professor continued, "You made a mistake that could have been fatal, if Mr. Winchester had been an enemy with an intent to kill, he would not have not have taken a punch at you, rather, he would have used his larger stature to simply wrestle your equipment away from you, and left you without space to perform your hammerspace semblance."
The remainder of the class was spent critiquing common styles that other students commonly used.
/LB/
Finally. Classes for the day were done. However, I had homework. Such utter garbage.
So, sitting at a desk in the library between Ren and Pyrrha, I pulled out my history books and started writing. Seriously, if there was one thing I wouldn't give up, it had to be writing. Ever since two years ago, I took up the hobby, thinking I could write a few short stories to get published. What I created, however, was one of the most popular 'romance' series to enter the hands of housewives everywhere...
Performing an action created Skill [Writing]
Writing LV 387: +387% quality of fictional writing, +193% quality of non-fictional writing
I then proceeded to ignore my homework, and write down notes for my next book.
"You will be the greatest installation yet!" I thought to myself excitedly. The fourth part of Ninjas of Love will be the greatest yet.
/LB/
Headcannon that Jaune writes Ninjas of Love. Sue me.
Well, next chapter will have more meat on it. Also, SPOOPY MONTH.
Desk off.