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Speech: "Tournament."

Thought: 'Tournament.'

Flashback: "Tournament."

Neo Talking... Or Typing: "Hi, Everyone!"

Brandon: "Neo! Fourth Wall!"

Neo: "Fourth what?"

(My Pov)

It's been about two weeks since all of team CFVY became my sparring partners. Coco helps me counter ranged enemies, considering she has a Gatling Gun in her briefcase. She's also a pretty good tactician, though I would assume that's one of the requirements of being a team leader.

I'm now officially Coco's new "Shopping Buddy", or as I like to call it; "You carry the shit that I buy so that I don't have to, buddy".

And oh ho boy, does she shop A LOT. To put it into perspective, take everything you heard about Coco's shopping problem, multiply it by ten, and BAM! That's what Coco is like when she's shopping. She call's it a "Shopping Habit" rather than a shopping problem.

Yeah, well, when you're spending more money on clothing and accessories than you do on actual bullets, then I think there's a problem.

Fox is actually a pretty cool guy when you get to know him. He helps me with my hand-to-hand combat, as well has helping me learn how to sense aura.

When Professor Goodwitch isn't that is, and considering that he relies on this technique to identify the people he's met over the years, it's practically second nature to him. I've also become his new reading partner.

What? I can't watch any of the show's that I watched back on Earth, I needed to find SOME way to kill time, other than training that is. He can read Braille, so he's fully capable of reading without me. Though he says that he does finish books faster when someone who can actually see reads it to him.

Speaking of which, this guy makes a lot of blind jokes. I mean, at first, I didn't want to make the jokes because I didn't want to come off as an inconsiderate asshole, though Fox said that he really doesn't mind that much.

There isn't really a lot to say about Velvet that hasn't been said already. She helps me with hand-to-hand combat when Fox isn't around to do so. Though in exchange, I have to teach her how to use my sword.

I told her that my sword was just a regular sword, and she would probably be better off without it. She told me that I was probably hiding a second function to my sword when we were fighting. I told her I wasn't, though she didn't believe me. Guess weapons that aren't other weapons are pretty uncommon nowadays.

To my surprise, the weapon did actually have a unique feature that most weapons don't have; the metal of the blade was almost indestructible. Not only that, but it was able to cut through steel with ease.

Must be one of the effects of the enchantments placed on the weapon. I help her with photography, and by that, I mean she shows me a picture and asks me if it looks good or not.

She mainly takes pictures of weapons to add to her own weapon. Still don't know how that thing works, all I know is that it makes an exact replica of the weapon she took a picture of.

Last, but certainly not the least, Yatsuhashi. He helps me with my technique with the sword. I mean, it's not like that I'm bad with a sword, but he's had years of training and experience when it came to fighting with a sword, and I only had two months of training.

So he's teaching me how to perfect my technique and even how to deflect bullets. He's also my new workout partner. It's kinda hard to find a limit to Yatsuhashi's strength though, considering that Yatsuhashi is one of the most physically strong people I've ever met. So I decided that a new workout routine was required if he were to push himself to his limit.

Who would have thought that the people of Remnant never heard of "Strong Man Training". If you don't know what that is, I'll give you a run down. Instead of using weights or other machines designed to test your physical strength, you use an everyday object like a tire or a heavy shelf instead.

So far, it seems to be working out well. He said that he hasn't had a good workout like this in months. Right now we're seeing if he can drag a car through Vale and back.

Now, on to the different types of Grimm that roam this world. First, there's the Troll. The first thing they teach you in combat school is that brute force is something that you'll be expected to come against as a huntsman. From Ursai to Beringels, the creatures of Grimm have plenty of powerhouses on their side, but out of all of them, the Troll species is one of the strongest.

The Trolls are hulking beasts with terrifying strength. They are known for breaching the defenses of villages, allowing for Grimm to flood in and wipe out its people.

They also tend to use their environment, sometimes uprooting fully grown trees to swing around as its weapons.

What's worse is that a Troll's defenses get better the older they become. A young troll has little armor, and a considerably much slender body. A matured Troll's body is much more hulking and has more armor to protect it, most notably in the chest and arm areas.

It should also be noted that its downward-angled horns all grow and make it difficult for anyone who tries to slash at its neck.

The armor of a Troll is extremely tough and can withstand most attacks.

I've even heard that a Troll once blocked a blast from a heavy cannon just with its arm. Of course, even if that could have just been an over-exaggerated tale, I still wouldn't be surprised if it was true. Even without the armor, a Troll's skin is very thick and difficult to cut into.

As you could probably guess, a Troll's greatest weakness is its speed. In fact, as it gets older and bigger, it becomes much slower. So dodging its attacks won't be too difficult, but if you aren't able too, you'll be in trouble.

Even for an experienced Huntsman, a matured Troll can prove extremely difficult. The best way to deal with one is with a team that attacks from multiple angles.

When the Troll focuses on someone, that someone should worry about avoiding it, while their teammates attack.

When it changes its focus to someone else then that person should avoid it, while the original joins in on the team's attacks.

The best place to attack is the Troll's legs, as it's the least protected area and would restrict its mobility. If you come across a young Troll, you should take the chance to kill it there, or at the very least, maim it some way, like cutting off an arm or shooting out an eye or two. You may indirectly save someone's life in the future.

Then there's the second Grimm, the Gargoyle. When in contact with bright lights, specifically from the sun, a Gargoyle's movements become more sluggish.

In a combative sense, you could compare them to young Beowolves, but with wings.

However, when a Gargoyle is out of contact from light, they become far more ferocious. Their movements become more quick, and sporadic.

Their reaction times improve greatly, and their keen sense of hearing gives them a great advantage in dark areas. While their offensive skills improve, their defensive strength remains the same.

This means that as long as you can dish out some damage, the Gargoyle will go down just like when you fight it in the light.

The real trouble is being able to land a hit. A single Gargoyle shouldn't provide too much trouble, but if a Huntsman were to encounter even a small pack of them at night... Well, let's just say they better hope the sun will rise soon.

That's about it for Grimm Studies. Now let's get on to History. Let's talk about the Faunus Rights Revolution, or the Faunus War as some call it. Yep, that's right, another war, and only three years after the Great War.

Unlike the Great War, which was started due to a bunch of people not knowing the meaning of the word "sharing", the Faunus War started due to social and cultural ideology ideals, or everyone was a racist asshole back then.

Well... people are still racist assholes, but it's not that bad anymore, at least they have equal rights now. Basically, the war started when the human's wanted to put all the Faunus on a tiny island called Menagerie, and to countermand rights the Faunus earned in their participation in the Great War.

Not much is really known about the details in between, but the war came to a turning point during its third year, in the Battle of Fort Castle. General Lagune, an inexperienced leader in the Human army, attempted to ambush Faunus troops in their sleep.

The Faunus used their near-perfect night vision to their advantage and defeated the Human's larger army. Though they would have been outnumbered, if it weren't for the sniper that was staying above the enemy forces.

Rumor says that the sniper used the Enchanted Bow, Indra to pick off the enemy forces one by one.

No one was able to tell the tale of the Faunus who wielded Indra, because anyone who tried to get close never had the chance to identify the Faunus.

It is unknown how much longer the war carried on after this. In the aftermath of a war, likely the Revolution, the White Fang was founded for the purpose of acting as a symbol of peace and unity between Humans and Faunus.

Well, it USED to be that way, that is. Now the White Fang's tactics are a lot more brutal than before. But I'm sure you know that already.

Right now, I was heading towards Ozpin's office. He said that he has a special type of training for me.

So when he say's special training, he really means training he will enjoy watching, and I won't enjoy doing.

I shook my head and opened the door to Ozpin's office.

"Ah, hello Mr. Kim. Come in, have a seat." He greeted me as he sat down at his desk.

"Yeah, what kind of torture are you gonna put me through now, Ozpin?" I asked him. He was about to respond before I cut him off.

"Wait, don't tell me. You're gonna launch me back into the Emerald Forest to work on my landing strategy?" I predicted.

"Oh no no, wait. You're gonna throw me into the Emerald Forest for an entire week, telling me to live off of nothing but the fat of the land?" I said.

"Actually, the last one isn't such a bad idea." He said, putting his hand on his chin.

WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GIVE HIM IDEA'S YOU STUPID FUCK?!

"I'm kidding. Anyhow, neither of those are the reason why I called you here today." He said as he put his coffee mug down.

"The reason why I called you here is because of your performance in combat."

"I'm working on it, I've only been at this for about two months." I muttered indignantly.

"No, you're actually doing better than I thought. Your performance in both your technique with the sword and hand-to-hand combat has improved immensely over the past two months you've been staying here." He corrected.

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"Oh! Well, then what's wrong with my performance?" I asked.

"It's too good." He said.

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"... Okay, you've lost me." I said.

"You don't know how to hold back your strength; you go in using all of your strengths and reserves right at the beginning of the fight." He tried to clarify.

"Well, what's the matter with wanting to end a fight as quickly as possible?" I asked.

"Let me put it this way. What if you're fighting a swarm of Grimm and you kill the first wave with all of the energy you had in you. When suddenly, another wave of Grimm even stronger than the last comes. What will you do? You used up all of your energy fighting the first wave. How will you defend against the next wave when you used up all your energy?" He asked with one of his eyebrows raised.

"Hmm." I thought about it for a moment, trying to come up with a response.

"I wing it?" I said with a shrug. Ozpin simply chuckled and shook his head.

"You will be eaten alive by whatever Grimm decides to make you its snack." He said.

"Okay, so how are you going to fix this problem?" I asked. He simply took out a slip of paper from under his desk.

"Remington's Fighting Tournament?" I read, a little confused.

"Fighters from the all of the different sectors of Vale will be participating in the tournament. I want you to go to the address labeled on the flyer and participate." He replied.

"Okay, so how exactly is this going to help me hold back my strength?" I asked him.

"During the tournament, you will fight a number of different combatants, most of which will not have their auras unlocked yet." He answered.

"Oh." I said, not really knowing what else to say.

"So basically, if you don't hold back when fighting against your opponent's, well, best case scenario, you'll give them a few broken bones." He said.

"Worst case scenario?"

"You'll kill them." He simply said.

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"The tournament begins at 10:00. I would go get ready to participate if I were you." He said as he took a sip from his coffee mug.

"Y-Yeah." I said as I walked out of his office.


Downtown Vale Arena.

Okay, Brandon. You just have to fight in the tournament, without killing anyone in the process.

I was trying to mentally prepare myself as I walked in the direction of the Arena. Well, the building is probably the correct term to use, though as I walked, I got a message on my scroll. I glanced down to see that the message was from Neo.

"Hey, meet me at this new ice cream parlor, I need someone to go with." I read the message Neo sent me.

"You mean you need someone to pay for it?" I asked.

"Tomato tomato." She said.

"Sorry, I can't today. I'm busy." I told her.

"Aw, what could possibly be more important than hanging out with little old me? ;)" I read.

Glad to see that she's just as humble as ever.

"Well, I'm going to participate in a fighting tournament, so that's gonna take up most of my time." I told her.

"The one that's in downtown Vale?" She asked.

"Yeah, that one. Maybe next weekend I'll be able to go with you."

"Hmm, okay, I'll go with you then, after that we can go and get ice cream." She suggested.

"Yeah, that could work, I'll meet you outside the arena." I said.

"It's a deal. I'll see you in a bit." I closed my scroll and went to sit on a nearby bench to wait for her.

All of a sudden, a white flash of light appeared in front of me. I yelped at the sudden flash of light, falling off of the bench I was sitting on. I then look up to see Neo giggling down at me.

"You know, you could have given me a warning at least." I said in an annoyed tone.

"I could have, but where's the fun in that?" She said.

"I hate you." I said. She then put her hand on top of her chest, giving a fake look of offense. She started to giggle again.

"So, have you actually entered the tournament yet?" She asked.

"No, I was waiting for you to get here before I entered." I said as I got up from the ground.

"Well, here I am. What are we waiting for? I want to see you kick some ass." She said as she began to push me towards the building.

"Alright! Alright! Quit shoving me!" I said as we began to walk towards the warehouse. As we walked in front of the building door's, we could hear a lot of voices from the other side.

"You think this is the place?" I asked her. All of a sudden, the doors opened. A guy then flew out of the building and hit the road in front of the warehouse.

"That's enough alcohol for you!" A man from the other side of the door said. The man behind the door was a tall man who had clean brown hair and a curly brown mustache. He wore a white shirt that was held up by red suspenders. He also wore a pair of black dress pants and black dress shoes.

"Aw, come on man! One more shot never hurt anyone." The man on the road said with a slight slur in his voice.

"I said-" He said as he pulled out his Model 870 Express Tactical Shotgun from his back.

"Get. Out!" He yelled as he pointed his shotgun at the guy on the road and fired near his legs. The man then scurried away from the building and into a nearby alleyway.

"Yeah, I think we're in the right place." Neo said to me.

"Well, that takes care of that." The man said as put down his shotgun. He then looks over in out direction.

"Hello there, anything I can do for you?" He asked rather politely, considering he had just shot at a drunk guy.

"Is this the place?" I asked him as I pulled out the flyer. He looked at the flyer and nodded.

"Yeah, this is the place. You and your girlfriend gonna watch some fights tonight?" He asked. Neo started to laugh at my reaction.

"What?! No! She's not my girlfriend!" I said.

"What?! I'm not? But I thought we had something special." She said, wiping away a fake tear.

"You're not helping!" I said. She simply began to laugh harder at this.

"Oh, well then what are you here for kid?" The man said.

"I'm here to compete." I said.

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After a few moments of silence, he began to laugh and started to slap me on the back.

"Well then, why didn't you say so sooner? Come on in, we're about to start!" He told us as he led us both inside the building.

"By the way, the name's Remington." He introduced.

"Hi, the name's Brandon, and that's Neo." I said, pointing my thumb at Neo.

"Well, hi there ma'am. Hope you'll enjoy your time here." He said to her. She simply nodded at him.

"Well then, let me show you to the changing rooms. Oh, here, you'll have to put these on." He said as he handed me a white sleeveless shirt and a pair of black sweat pants.

"The changing rooms are right over there. Put these on and be prepared to enter the ring." He instructed as he walked off in the direction of the bar.

"Well, wish me luck." I said to Neo.

"Meh, I doubt you'll need it." She said with a shrug.

"Probably not." I said as I walked towards the changing rooms.


I walked towards the arena after I finished changing. There were a group of people in front of it, probably other fighters participating in the tournament. Then, Remington went up to the ring and began to talk into a microphone.

"Hello, everyone! I am pleased to welcome each and every one of you to Remington's Fighting Tournament!" He said into the microphone. Everyone in the crowd from the stands began to cheer in excitement.

"Now before we start, there are a few rules you will have to comply with, or else you will be disqualified." He said.

"Rule Number One, if someone yells stop, someone goes limp or taps out, then the fight is over."

"Rule Number Two, fight's will go on as long as they have to."

"Rule Number Three, if a fighter is caught with a weapon of any sort throughout the fight, then they will be disqualified and banned from any future tournaments."

Sounds like the rules to fight club.

Except they excluded the rule of, you do not talk about fight club.

"That's all for the rules. Now I'm sure you all want to see some fights!" He excitedly yelled into the microphone. The crowd roared in agreement.

"That's what I like to hear! Now let's see who will be fighting first." He said as he pulled out his scroll.

"The first two contenders will be: Aiden vs Brandon." He announced.

Well, here goes nothing, this shouldn't take long anyway.

I did a few stretches and climbed into the ring. The man named Aiden was a tall, muscular man with pale skin and brown hair. He wore a green sleeveless shirt and black sweatpants.

"Ha! I didn't know they let kids enter. I thought this was supposed to be the best fighting tournament around!" He taunted.

Yeah, this shouldn't take long at all.

"Alright fighters! Are you ready?" Remington asked into the microphone.

"Yeah, start the match already, this shouldn't even be a challenge." He said. I simply rolled my eyes and nodded. I looked over to one of the stand's to see Neo waving a flag that said "GO BRANDON! :)" written on it.

Where the hell was she keeping that?

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O-on second thought, I'd rather not know.

"Alright fighters! BEGIN!" Remington said as he rung the bell. Aiden then began to circle me.

"Alright kid, how bout I show you how a real man fi-!" He didn't even have time to finish his sentence as I punched him in the face. He stumbled back a bit before landing on the railing of the ring.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt you? I didn't mean to do that. Please, show me exactly how a REAL man fights." I said with a cocky grin.

"You're gonna pay for that!" He yelled, charging at me again. I duck under another one of his punches. He then tries to go in for a kick, only for me to simply sidestep out of the way.

He started to throw a series of punches and kicks, only for me to simply dodge or block each oncoming attack.

Wow, this guy is REALLY predictable, and he calls himself a fighter? Hmm, maybe I can have a little fun with this.

I rolled out of the way of his attacks and to the other side of the ring.

"Get back here!" He yelled as began to charge at me.

I've always wanted to do this.

"You're probably about to say..."

"I'll show you what happens when you piss me off!" They said in perfect unison. He stopped dead in his track's, clearly shocked about how I could so easily predict what he would say.

"Huh?" Before he could question me any further, I took the opportunity to punch him across the jaw, knocking him out.

Ah, Jojo. What would my life be like without you?

"That's one victory for Brandon, everyone!" Remington said into the mic. The crowd erupted into applause.

"But it look's like the fight isn't over for Brandon!" Remington announced.

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"I'm sorry, what?" I asked in confusion.

"Well, you see here, in Remington's Fighting Tournament, anyone can join the fight." He explained. As soon as he said that, five other guys began to climb into the arena.

"Well, alright then." I said, cracking my knuckles.

Maybe this will be a little bit challenging.

I reeled my fist back in preparation to fight as all five guys began to run towards me.


(20 Minutes Later)

It wasn't. Most of the guys that I fought went down within the first few hits, mainly because they didn't have their aura unlocked. Then again, I didn't come here looking for a challenge, Ozpin sent me here so that I could learn to hold back. I haven't killed anyone yet, so that's good. As for broken bones. Well... one out of two isn't bad, right? It's not like I did it on purpose! I just went a bit... overboard. The door to the room I was staying in opened, and a man in a tuxedo and sunglasses walked in.

"Hey, you're up." The man in the suit said.

"Thanks." I replied as I began to walk towards the ring, only to be stopped by the man grabbing my shoulder.

"Be careful with that one. I saw his last match, you won't win as easily as your last match." He warned me before letting go of my shoulder.

"Um, thanks, but I think I'll be fine." I said as I began to walk towards the ring.

'Actually, this might be just what I needed.' I said to myself as I stepped into the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Welcome to the final round of Remington's Fighting Tournament! Unfortunately, the last two fighters who entered the ring were able to get rid or scare off the remaining competitor's." Remington said.

Well, that was quicker than I thought. Wonder who the other guy is.

"But to make up for the lack of matches, we have probably the most intense fight we will have tonight!" Remington announced. There was sudden applause coming from the crowd.

Okay, now I'm curious.

"For our first fighter, he's cocky, he's hot-headed, he's clever, but most importantly, he's a master in the making! Give it up for Brandon!" Remington announced. The crowd then began to cheer and chant my name.

Heh, I could get used to this sort of attention.

I waved to the crowd and climbed into the arena.

I wonder who my opponent is. He definitely has to be tough, he was able to do what I did during my fight.

"And for our second fighter, he's carefree, he's a thrill seeker, but don't let him fool you, he's level headed and serious in a fight." Remington said.

Hmm, carefree, thrill seeker, but also level-headed and serious.

If you couldn't already tell, I was trying to see if I could remember anyone from the show who was like that.

"Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for-!" As he was announcing the other fighter, a well-built boy began to climb into the ring. He had pale skin, gray eyes, and gray hair. He wore a gray sleeveless shirt and black sweatpants.

"Mercury!" Remington announced. The crowd cheered and chanted Mercury's name.

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Well, shit.


Seriously?! I mean seriously?! First Neo, then Mercury?! Who's next? Emerald?

"Alright, fighters! Are! You! Ready?!" Remington said.

No.

Mercury nodded at Remington

"Hey, Brandon, are you ready?" Remington asked away from the microphone. Reluctantly, I nodded my head.

"Alright, fighters! Begin!" Remington said, ringing the bell to signal the beginning of the fight. Mercury and I began to circle on another, waiting for the other side to make a move. I begin to walk slowly towards Mercury, and he started to walk towards cautiously. Mercury then charges at me, going for a kick to my head. I was barely able roll under it.

Okay Brandon, think, Mercury's fighting style exclusively consists of kick's. On the plus side, he doesn't have his weapon to do that wind thing he did in Volume 3. On the downside, he-.

My thoughts were interrupted by Mercury moving in for another attack. Not able to dodge this one, I quickly extend my arm upward to block the kick.

He still has his metal prosthetics.

I stumbled towards the edge of the railing, though Mercury wasted no time to go in for another kick. I roll under him, making my way to the other side of the ring to strategize.

Okay, so blocking his kicks is out of the question.

I quickly rubbed the area where Mercury hit me.

I need to try and dodge each of his attack's.

As I stood up, Mercury started to charge towards me. He tried to kick me, but I push his leg towards the side to dodge his attack before going in for the offensive. I first uppercut his chin, then dig my elbow into his abdomen. He stumbles back a bit before regaining his composure and going in for the attack again.

He goes in to kick me with his right leg, only for me to move left slightly and follow up with one of my own roundhouse kicks. He stumbles back into the railing. He uses the rubber railing to launch himself towards me and kick me with both his legs, sending me flying. He turns around and dusts himself off.

Seeing an opportunity, I grabbed onto the rubber railing, launching myself towards Mercury, who was not on his guard. I slammed my entire weight onto Mercury, sending him flying across the ring.

He got up and gave me a smirk. I smirked back at him, getting ready to fight again. At first, I was very nervous to fight someone who basically took on Coco and Yatsuhashi at the same time and didn't even get a scratch. But now, I felt something that I never thought I would feel towards the person who basically helped usher the Fall of Beacon. Respect, and from the look in his eyes, he felt the same way. We both charge at each other, but before we could start our attack, some of the guys that we beat before tackled me onto the ring's floor.

I kicked the guy off of me and threw him out of the arena. Just as I did that, more guys that we beat before began to climb into the ring.

"Well, would you look at this! It seems that our former competitors from before are here for some payback!" Remington said. Mercury and I were then forced to move to the center of the ring.

"So, temporary truce? Seems these assholes need to taught a lesson." I said with a grin.

"Yeah, you take the 20 on your side, and I'll take the 20 on mine." He said.

"Screw you, I'll take 21!" I boasted.

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"I like you." He replied with a sly grin as he charged towards the men on his side.

Is this gonna be a recurring thing every time I run into an antagonist for whatever reason?

The men charged at me, though I was able to beat them down one by one easily. As I was beating the guy in front of me, I felt another guy latch onto my back.

"Hey, Merc!" I yelled. He then turned towards me.

"Catch!" I yelled as I threw the guy off me and sent him flying towards Mercury. Mercury then kicked the guy straight in the face, sending him crashing onto one of the tables around the ring. This went on for a few minutes before we beat the last two guys in the ring.

"Well?! Anyone else wanna go at it?!" I yelled at the crowd in between breaths. No one got up to go to the ring.

"Thank you, now, where were we?" I said as I turned towards Mercury. We then both charged at each other. He goes in for some kicks. I was able to dodge the first one, but due to exhausting my energy against the men from before, I wasn't able to dodge the other kicks. He sent me flying out of the arena with one final kick.

"And the winner is Mercury!" Remington announced to the crowd. I laid on the ground, thinking back on what Ozpin said.

'Let me put it this way, what if you're fighting a swarm of Grimm, you kill the first wave with all of the energy you had in you, when suddenly. Another wave of Grimm even stronger than the last comes. What will you do? You used up all of your energy fighting the first wave. How will you defend against the next wave when you used up all your energy?' I remembered him saying. I then started to chuckle at this, considering that was the exact reason I lost in the first place. I see Mercury walking over to me, extending his hand out.

"That was a fun fight." He said as he pulled me up.

"Yeah." I replied as I got up off of the ground.

"Let's have a rematch some time, without interference." He offered.

"Yeah, I'd like that. But just so you know, I won't lose next time." I said to him.

"Yeah, whatever you say." He said with a slight chuckle.

"Soooo... you want a drink?" I asked him.

"Yeah, by the way, I'm Mercury, Mercury Black." He formally introduced as we walked towards the bar area.

"The name's Brandon Kim." I said.


As we sat down to have a drink, we started to talk about different things in life. Comic books, stories, movies, etc.

"And so she tells me to tell her what a hooker was." I said as I started to tell him one of my stories from back on Earth.

"And I'm like "Okay, okay, no need to get your panties twisted." I said.

"I then told her: "Lisa, you want to know what a hooker is?" She says yes and then I tell her "Those are your sister's friends." I said. Mercury bursts into a laughing fit.

"Did you really say that?" He said in between laughs.

"Yeah, and every time her friends came over, she was like "The hookers are here." Mercury, at this point, is holding his sides from laughing too hard.

"Hey! Brandon! Mercury!" We hear Remington call out. We turn to see him walking towards us with our things.

"Here's your stuff." He said as he put our stuff on the counter of the bar.

"Oh, I got an offer for ya." He said as he held out a flyer.

"Remington's Grand Tournament?" I read out loud.

"Yeah, it's pretty similar to this one, only this time, you get to use your weapons. The Tournament is split into two categories; PvP, which is where two people fight it out, and then there is PvE, where you have to survive waves of Grimm in order to pass on to the next round. You'll need a partner for the last one." He explained.

"Remington." Mercury said as he took a swig from his cola.

"You had me at tournament."

"Well, Brandon, what do you say?" Mercury asked, his hand extended outwards.

"Hmm."

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'Okay, maybe I might be able to change his mind about siding with Cinder, but that's even more unlikely than Neo. Speaking of which, where is she?' I thought.

"Hey, Brandon!" Mercury said, snapping me back to reality.

"So? What do you say? You. Me. Grand Tournament." He said.

Well, I'm already trying to change Neo. Why not Mercury while I'm at it.

"Yeah, you got yourself a deal." I agreed, shaking his hand.

"Cool. Here, let me give you my scroll number, we'll talk about it more." He said as he got out his scroll. I registered his number into my list of contacts.

"Alright, now as much as I would like to stay here and listen to you, I gotta go, my boss wants me back at the base." He said as he took his stuff and began to walk out of the building.

"See ya." He said as he walked out. I then take out my scroll to see if Neo had left me a message for me. Sure enough, she did.

"Hey Brandon, I have to leave earlier than expected, my uncle wanted me home early." I read.

"Hmm, kinda glad she left before the fight between and Mercury." I said.

"What time is it anyway?" I asked myself as I looked at the time on my scroll.

12:04

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Shit, Ozpin's gonna kill me.


Journal Entry #9

So I officially met Mercury. Jeez, first Neo, then Mercury. Who's next, Emerald?

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Why are you all looking at me like that?

Anyways, I also learned an important lesson on holding back.

I've also agreed to enter Remington's Grand Tournament.

That should be an interesting part of the story.

And a long one.

Here are some reviews you guys wrote in the last chapter.

Review Response:

DragonLord501st: Thanks! As for other characters, I might be able to do Qrow. Cinder would be a little hard. I don't think I can do Amber though.

nightmaster000: Thanks! Glad you liked the unexpected meeting with Neo, and Neo might have taken a fancy to Brandon.

Ragnorak16: If he doesn't kill me then I don't know what will.

rocketmce: Maybe it will, maybe it won't.

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Sit down Neo.

Anime References:

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendencies.

Poll Progression:

Arkos: 14 (Why am I not surprised that this one is at the top.)

ReNora: 13 (The one ship that's technically canon but not at the same time.)

IceBerg: 6 (Okay, THIS surprised me.)

Black Sun: 5 (Almost to the 3rd spot.)

Cinnabun: 3 (Don't worry Yatsu, I still love ya man, no homo.)

Shades and Blades: 2 (Don't worry Fox, I'm still holding out for ya.)

Lancaster: 1 (Sorry Ruby, the power of Arkos is too strong.)

Mercury Black

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 140 lbs

Age: 16

Strength: A

Speed: B

Endurance: C

Perception: B

Semblance: A

Semblance: Whirlwind

Summary: He is able to store compressed air in the guns in his boots. With this, he can fire it at the enemy, using the air to increase his mobility or even using it in the air, making a sort of double jump effect.

Destructive Power: A

Speed: C

Endurance: E

Precision: A

Potential Growth: C

Range: A

Well, that's about it.

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See you all in the next chapter.

Have a good one!