The Benevolent Scriber- Actually we just continued in PMs. It was mostly: "this and this doesn't make sense therefore this and this..." while citing sources, aka RWBY episodes. On the other hand, Rain was saying "You're being a whiny butthurt asian… the vs battle wiki has tons of supported/proven calculations… you haven't cited anything." then he blocked me after saying I was full of sh*t. If anyone wants to see the whole thing you can PM me.

I'm still looking for a new beta reader, just one or two. I still have one, but fault tolerance is always a good thing. If anyone would like to, plz PM me. I'd prefer people who have written something of their own, as a safety measure of sorts.

Chapter 10

Unknown Location

"Now, Emerald, did you retrieve the item I asked you to?" The woman in red asked.

"Yes," the green haired girl named Emerald confirmed, brandishing the torn, withered block of paper and leather.

"Good," she replied, taking the book from her hands. "I assume there was no issue."

"None of importance."

"Hey, you're forgetting the thing you told me," the gray haired boy interjected, "The one about the guy who looked at you."

"Mercury, shut up," Emerald muttered, glaring daggers at the uncaring boy.

"Explain," the woman demanded, sharpening her gaze on her junior. Emerald suddenly felt a sense of extreme fear, as if she was being stared down by death itself, a force of nature, a natural disaster holding her by the throat.

"There… there was some boy, a new student. I think he noticed me through the hallucination I put him under." Emerald explained, sweat forming on the back of her neck.

"Is that so?" she thought with an interested grin. "Hmm… You both have a new task. I want you both to observe this boy. Report anything and everything you find out about him back to me. However, do not let your covers be blown."

"How're we going to do that?" Mercury asked, "We're not students, and the festival isn't for another two months," he pointed out.

"Our Associate will arrange the two of you as part of an exchange program," she answered swiftly, "I'll be making preparations now, the two of you will first meet with them and obtain your uniforms. Failure is not acceptable. Dismissed."

"Yes ma'am." the teenagers nodded. The two left, closing the entrance door behind them, and leaving the lone woman to herself. "This could turn out to be quite an opportunity." she smirked dangerously. "Maybe… even a tool for that."

Beacon Academy Courtyard

"Hrah!" Yang grunted, throwing a bare fist at her opponent. It was blocked, but she quickly retracted her arm and thrusted with her other fist. Once her punch met the air, she leaned back and swung her leg high, attempting to land a roundhouse kick. It was caught, and she suddenly felt her body being pulled from its position. She was swung around for three revolutions before being tossed away.

"You'll have to do better than that." her opponent tauned.

"I'm going to win this time, Madara!" Yang exclaimed, a faint glint emanating from the end of her golden hair. She rushed forward again.

"I'm surprised she can go on for this long," Weiss commented, as she, Blake, Ruby, along with team JNPR, spectated the duel.

"I'm surprised he can go on this long." Jaune countered. "You girls have been sparring with him nonstop since class ended. This is like, his thirteenth round and he hasn't taken a break once."

"Madara has really high endurance. It's almost like he's a superhuman." Ruby explained. "He does this kind of thing all the time… I wonder where he gets all that energy from."

"What's even more impressive is his lack of a weapon. I don't think I've ever actually seen him use a weapon… or even a semblance for that matter." Weiss remarked. "It doesn't even seem like he uses his aura." she realized.

"Maybe he's actually an alien! And he came here on a mission to save the world from other invaders!" Nora suggested with her usual amount of enthusiasm. "Or or! maybe he's like from a different dimension… or what if he's from the future, come to save us from an evil villain?!"

"Nora, please, he's Ruby's and Yang's adopted brother. There's nothing abnormal about something like that," Ren countered, to which Ruby silently chuckled to herself.

"Well, that's not exactly true..." she thought with a weak smile. "Too bad we're not allowed to tell anyone."

Yang redirected Madara's punch and tried another kick, finally landing a solid hit on his stomach. She smiled gleefully, before continuing her assault. The blonde threw a volley of punches, each with the same impact as a cannonball. However, each was avoided by the smallest margin, and one of Madara's own punches connected with her chin. With a hard uppercut, Yang staggered back, holding her jaw with one hand while keeping the other raised in a defensive position.

"That was a heavy one," Yang commented, staring down Madara, who crossed his arms. "I'll be returning the favor now."

Yang kicked off of the ground, using her gauntlets to triple her acceleration and slammed her right fist into Marara. He blocked with both of his arms, but the force was enough to push him back a few centimeters. Yang advanced once more, throwing a punch and firing a shot with every step she took. As her assault continued, more and more of her attacks began to penetrate Madara's defenses.

"Her punches are harder, sharper than last time." Madara analyzed, dodging under another kick. "However, she lacks speed and awareness. On top of that, her fighting style is entirely direct. Were I to use ninjutsu or genjutsu, or should another opponent use an indirect attack, she would be at a large disadvantage. I'll have to train her to be more flexible." The black haired boy thought as he threw a punch into Yang's chest.

"Almost there," she thought, stepping back and smirking at how much power her semblance had amassed for her.

"Let's wrap things up." Madara declared, using chakra to enhance his own strength while activating his Sharingan.

"You got it!" Yang replied, her eyes turning bright red and hair glowing flaming gold. She hit her fists together, causing a small explosion of pure energy strong enough to cause the spectators to brace themselves.

"That glow… it's stronger now than it's ever been. Quite a sight to behold. I recall a similar appearance from an opponent long ago, a little brat who couldn't help but be a pest." Madara thought with a proud smile forming on his face. it had been over a decade since he saw something like this, excluding the other spars he had against Yang. witnessing this increase in power filled the Uchiha with excitement.

At the same time, the two sprinted forward, cocking their dominant hands back and preparing their finishing blows. It was as if two comets collided with one another, causing the planet itself to shiver and shake. The energy released from the collision created a massive shock wave, strong enough to throw nearly all of the spectators, except Pyrrha, off of their feet and back.

The dust and debris, kicked up into the air from the impact, finally began to settle. The audience returned to their seats while they brushed themselves off.

"That-ahagh, was so-hagh, cool!" Ruby commented while coughing up some of the dust particles that reached her throat.

"Now I have dirt in my hair." Weiss grumbled to herself.

"They're so strong… I don't ever wanna fight any of these people." Jaune felt a shiver run down his back, as for only a second, the idea of trying to go head to head with any of team RWBY and even his own team, flashed through his thoughts. It was in the best interests of his own safety that such a thing wasn't ever to happen. "Even if I was stronger, they could mop the floor with me no problem."

On the battlefield, both Yang and Madara remained on their feet with a meter between them. Yang breathed heavily, her stamina had been drained from their fight. Conversely, Madara was in a considerably better shape, thanks to having much more chakra than she did with aura.

"I suppose this is a draw." Madara declared, keeping his arms crossed and his back straight.. "You've improved." he complimented Yang with a smile.

"Dang It. I was sure I could win this time." Yang complained to herself. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'll win next time." she proclaimed proudly.

"But… Yang… you've never beaten him." Ruby commented, before being flicked on the head by her older sister.

"You haven't either little sis, and you have had twice as many matches as me." The blonde snickered.

"I-I've won once before!" Ruby exclaimed.

"The win-loss record says otherwise." Yang quickly replied, and everyone broke into laughter at Ruby's expense. "Actually, I'm hungry, anyone wanna go for a bite?" she suggested, and everyone but two accepted.

"You all can go on ahead. I have some stuff I have to do." Blake excused herself, glancing back at the Uchiha behind her.

"Madara?" Yang called upon her step-brother, who shook his head. "Alright then. Be careful you two, and make sure to watch Blake until we're back. Don't let her run off on her own 'kay?" Blake shot a glare at the blonde girl as they all left, but it had no effect, as Yang didn't even seem to notice.

Blake turned away from Madara, and began walking towards the school library. Before she could get far enough, however, a voice from behind caused her to turn her head.

"Where do you plan on going?" Madara asked, narrowing his red eyes on the black haired girl's yellow. "You plan to strike at the White Fang, don't you?"

"...no." Blake responded. "Not yet, at least. There's still something I need."

"What are you waiting for? To find a crippling weakness? To amass allies? Or, are you still too afraid?" his question hit her hard, judging from her visible twitch. For a few seconds Blake turned her head slightly, keeping her yellow eyes from meeting his.

"It's,.. complicated. There are things I need to do. The White Fang aren't evil, they're misguided. I know that better than most. Just… getting them to see that, what they're doing is wrong, is the hard thing. Even so, I won't give up. As long as they continue to commit crimes, things will only get worse."

"There is only one way to disable a terrorist organization, dismantle it completely." Madara stated. "Take the heads, the body will weaken and be vulnerable. It's as simple as that."

"No, I'm not going to kill anyone!" Blake protested, but Madara did not relent.

"There are people in every world, that will only listen when they understand force. No matter how hard you try, words simply can't reach them. Case in point, the White Fang." Madara explained with a serious tone.

Throughout the decades of his past life, Madara shared many battles, and there were a number of times he was abandoned. Those factors cultivated, within him, a strong belief and ideology that he had held for most of his life: that strength and power could achieve anything.

"I know that some people are like that, but I know there's a chance to show them the truth. I know that if they realized the damage they were doing, they would change." Blake declared with certainty in her voice.

"Like you have?" Madara quickly retorted. "Do you believe that the White Fang will be able to accept the atrocities they have committed, denounce their own comrades, and accept the consequences of their actions? Do you truly think that an entire people can be convinced that their beliefs and ideologies are wrong?"

For her, it was as if the world itself had stopped dead. Faced with questions she couldn't answer, Blake lowered her head, speechless. Her hands were clenched, as if she was about to lash out, but she restrained herself.

"Whatever, whether or not you want to help, I'll do it alone if I have to." Blake said, before walking forward and strutting past Madara, leaving the Uchiha behind her.

"Blake Belladonna, you're ambitions irritate and impress… for some reason. Regardless, it's impossible to apologize for myself. She will act regardless of my interference. I will have to make do with what I've already prepared." Madara nodded to himself, before returning to his own dorm room in a flash.

Unknown Location

"Hey, old man, we're here for our clothes." Mercury announced to a gray haired elderly man.

"Ah… y-yes, your uniforms. Here you are." he replied, presenting a male and female uniform. "I've also proposed the exchange to the Headmaster of Beacon, and he accepted. Please keep in mind, I was informed on very short notice, so they may not be of perfect fit."

"Ugh, are these really the clothes? Why are they so… boring? All black, nothing else." Emerald complained, holding up her own uniform to be.

"I'm terribly sorry, but this is what our uniforms are." he bowed. The two teenagers shrugged, packing their items and prepared to leave the room.

"Hey, before we're done here, tell me something." Mercury commanded the man, much to Emeralds surprised. "Did Cinder ever tell you about any of her other plans recently?"

"Huh? Why, not once. Thought, I don't know whether I should be afraid of that fact. Nevertheless, the only messages I've received from her in the past month or two has been a briefing about getting you your disguises." The man admitted.

"Is that so… eh, whatever." Mercury shrugged, putting his free hand into his pocket. "Let's go, Emerald. We have some 'trying on' to do."

"Coming." she replied, walking behind her partner.

END