Chapter 18

Beacon Academy.

One of the four best schools in all of Remnant, with Beacon sometimes being hailed as the best. Contrast to the other schools it was more lax, had less discrimination, and not so uptight as other places. Not to mention its located in a perfect area, where those who enter can have fun.

Only the most prestigious of students enter.

"Hey Weiss. Look at me stuff this cookie up my nose."

"..."

Most of the time.

Inside a simple door room is one of Beacon's finest first-year teams, Team RWBY. With none other than heir of the SDC Weiss Schnee and prodigy student Ruby Rose. The former currently trying to do homework while the latter was doing as she said. Stuffing a hand sized cooki up her nose.

"Gah! This was a mistake." Regretting the choice already to. Sneezing up the crumbs that got in while her partner just sighed at the sight. This is her leader. Deciding to ignore the girl, Weiss just went back to work ignoring Ruby.

"Hay-o! We're back!" Only to just drop her pencil realizing there was no point to continue with that loud-mouth Yang entering. Following behind the blonde bombshell is Blake who like always held a book. At least she was nice and quiet.

"Yang!" Ruby said wiping her nose. "Where have you been?"

"Just at a nice restaurant with Blake." The older sister said chuckling as she looked at her partner. "Blake really let at it . None of the fish stood a chance there."

At that Blake reacted, her cheeks turning slightly red. "They said all you can eat." She simply muttered. Still chuckling, Yang just got on her bed relaXing.

"So Rubes, how have you been doing?" She asked her baby sister.

"Alright." Ruby commented sitting on her bed. "Me and Weiss are now besties!"

"Unless you keep saying besties at every turn!" Weiss shouted getting annoyed with the hugs and giggly tones. Yes she now accepted Ruby as the leader, having learned from her mistakes. However that girl made things so difficult sometimes.

"Cool." Blake said as she got on her own bed lying down while getting her book. Yang just shaking her head. Here she thought Blake would be a little more open after they're little trip today. Guess it'll take more than eating fish to do that.

Yang then looked out the window where she then saw a few workers outside. She then smiled as she knew why they were here, having recalled how a statue was destroyed and was still being fixed. Which reminded her of the people who destroyed it.

"Hey guys, you hear the news of those criminal weirdos lately?" She then asked her team of some new criminal faction. From what she knew, they were the ones who broke the statue.

"Oh! I heard of them!" Ruby said excitedly. "Man that guy is huge! And I liked the other ones sword! Not a mecha-shift weapon, but it looks well cared for."

"Uh, them." Weiss said rolling her eyes. "They're nothing more but a bunch of law-breaking thugs. The big one especially. I have never seen someone so barbaric."

"Barbaric or not, I hear these guys are just under that Torchwick guy for all the trouble they're causing. Like that break-out with the White Fang." Blake's bow twitched while a small scowl was seen on her lips.

"White Fang huh." Weiss said with a hint of anger. "I guess it makes sense such people would work with terrorists. I heard those criminals have freed a lot of people from the prison and stolen many things." Blake's scowl became more visible.

"Well," Ruby said as she then grabbed her beloved Crescent Rose in its sniper mode and waved it around. "If we ever meet them, I'm sure we can take them down."

"Heck yeah!" Yang agreed showing off her gauntlets. "You took down Torchwick, so taking on guys who robbed a grocery store should be way easier." As the two sisters laughed, Weiss just went back to work while Blake began thinking of the White Fang working with those two criminals. Or should she say who was impersonating the White Fang, having seen the news and appalled that people actually thought it was them.

"Still though," Ruby then wondered tapping her chin. "I wonder what dangerous things those two are doing next?"

"Kuh, uh, pah!" Jason shouted as he then grabbed another cup full of the strongest wine possible. He tried drinking from it only to find it empty. Angrily he put it down and said, "Give me another."

"Had a bad meal?" Junior asked serving his most recent customer another drink.

"Like you wouldn't know it." Jason muttered as he chugged down the wine, hoping it'll get rid of that awful taste. "Looks like the stereotype that women can cook is a lie." How Atalanta survived in the wild without real food baffled him. That women's cooking is horrible!

"So," Junior then asked as he motioned for some of his meant to start cleaning up a few tables. "I heard you got on the news again. A grocery store?"

"That was...a mistake. It won't happen again." While humiliating, he had his entire team start watching and reading those stupid shows to let them learn the local language. Granted they haven't made much progress, Atalanta especially as she never learned how to read before back when she was alive. Not to mention Hercules since he couldn't even comprehend the words because of his Mad Enchantment.

Jason only got a few basics down, while Medea (Lily) learned more words since she was already a learner by heart. Still, they have a long way to go in actually writing and reading the language. Jason thanked whatever miracle that had these people speaking the same language as them, otherwise things would have been worse.

Thank god for pictures!

"What's your next move then?" Junior aksed.

"Like I'm telling you." Jason told him. "I know you're an information dealer. You get secrets from other criminals, sell them, get more secrets, and sell them again." Looks like he's smarter than Junior gave him credit for. Aside from Torchwick and maybe one or two other people, looks like Jason caught on fast. He can respect that.

"Fair enough." Junior wiped a glass. "But seriously though, what move are you planning to make up for that last heist. If you can call it that."

"No idea. But it's going to be something big!" Plus one that will make up for that grocery fiasco. Now people on the internet were saying he was a fool. Curse that Lisa women and the thing called social media. Even if he couldn't read, the pictures posted on them didn't paint a good picture of him.

"In any case, where are those friends of yours?" Junior questioned him.

"Hercules is in the forest and killing Grimm. As for Atalanta…"

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"That idiot Jason." Atalanta angrily said as she took out some pots and pans. "How dare he mock my cooking! I'll show him." Atalanta then put on a fluffy apron and grabbed a cooking book.

Thump.

Then threw it away as she had no idea what the words said, and just decided to do it herself. Grabbing some potatoes and a few things like cooking oil, a few small cups, measuring tools, and the likes.

"What are you doing?" Medea (Lily), who just finished her nap, then came out rubbing her eyes.

"I'm cooking. That idiot said my soup was trash, well it tasted fine to me. Not my fault he just has a weak stomach and tasteless tongue." Heck, back when she lived in the forest she didn't have things like bread, lettuce, and other stuff like that. It was meat, some plants, and even insects at a time. So it annoyed her that Jason dared compared her cooking to trash.

"I see." Medea (Lily) said as she saw lots of food out ready to be used as ingredients. "Well, good luck." She said leaving.

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"She's just doing whatever." Jason left it at that. Though he got a strange chill down his spine for some reason. Maybe he should eat something here just in case. "Moving on, I don't suppose of any good places to rob?"

"If I do, chances are Torchwick is robbing it." Junior sighs as he walked off to put some dishes in the sink. "Though it seems that guy is in a lot of trouble. Been stealing Dust like crazy, which isn't his MO. Cops are on his ass like crazy these days" Yeah, and making people like him having little to rob! Though it did get Jason interested.

"Someone forcing him to." Jason offered a guess.

"If it is, must be someone strong. Because usually his little partner deals with anybody that tries messing with them." A partner huh. Guess it makes sense that Roman fellow had some back-up. Though he's more interested in who might be bossing Roman.

'Plus, I still haven't got a grip on how strong the locals are here.' Due to their de-powered state, Jason is fully aware that they aren't as strong as a Servant should be. However, they still retained all their skills and certain moves they spent their life practicing, not to mention the Dust they can absorb helps out. However, that didn't make Jason cautious about these so-called Huntsmen and Huntresses.

After all, that fight with that blonde bitch made him realize the Argonauts had to be careful with who they fought. Although...aside from that one moment, Jason hasn't seen anybody else that can be considered these Huntsmen.

No, seriously. He hears about these protectors of man from the Grimm, yet all he's seen are police, some guards, and that blonde woman with the students. Not once has he seen a genuine Huntsmen at all. What, were the students and teachers the only ones fighting against these creatures? Because he didn't see a lot of grown Huntsmen at all.

'Beacon huh?' You know...that place did seem to have a lot of resources. Dust, weapoons, and who knows what else. Plus there could be some other goodies there just waiting to be taken. 'No.' Jason then thought sadly. It'd be dumb to go in a place where there's likely to be a ton of capable students ready to fight back. Atalanta wouldn't want that. Protecting the kids and blah, blah, blah. Still, he and his team needed something to get them started with the takeover of Vale. They just needed some place to it.

'But what about a more secluded area?' Trying to think a little, Jason tried remembering anything he could about this timeline. About other places than Vale and these other kingdoms. He then opened his eyes while grinning. "Yo Junior.' He then called out. "Do you know where I can find a Bullhead?"

Can you guess which place Jason and the team will attack?

-Also forgot to mention this, but last Chapter was the beginning of Act 2. Enjoy.

Somewhere else, a figure was watching down below a small hill. His lips smiling at the sight he was saying. The red grass, the broken weapons. The Grimm running around after those stragglers running. The screams playing their wonderful tune like soft music. All caused by one man.

"Who the hell are you!" Fighting for his life with cuts all over, a warrior known as a Huntsmen tried swinging his sword down on the monster causing all of this. Only to be blocked by some kind of blade that had a reverse grip. The person wielding them smiling.

"Who, little old me?" The man smiled as he then used his blade to knock the sword off the man's hand. "Just consider me a monster and nothing more." He then threw his blade into the man's unprotected stomach, the Huntsmen holding back a scream as the sharp metal intruded on his body. However, he could no longer hold back his curdling scream as the blade then twisted inside and was ripped right out. Organs falling out.

"Talk about losing weight." Angra smiled as he then grabbed the man's head and easily tore it off. "Such stressful relief!" Up above on the hill, the man watching once more smiled.

A pale man with braided brown hair in a ponytail. An exposed chest with a large scar with a sleeveless jacket that covered his body. He looked on in glee at the beautiful sight. "What energy, what vigor, what excitement! I'm so glad I came after all! Surely my Goddess will be pleased about this! Hahaha!"

"You seem to enjoy yourself Tyrian." The beautiful False Assassin said to him also watching. Witnessing the village burn, already knowing that despite its innocent look, was actually a place for convicts that lived in it. Nowhere near the amount as Mistral, yet a good amount.

"Of course NoName!" Tyrian laughed. "Isn't such destruction wonderful!" The False Assassin said nothing, though she didn't seem to be in disagreement. Watching the one known as All the World'sEvils making quick work of the thieves and convicts down below. Those calling themselves Huntsmen being nothing more than liars who took advantage of the weak.

Still…

"That false God told me that Angra is weak, yet he's a lot stronger than I expected." The weakest Servant in existence, unable to defeat any Servant at all. Truly the bottom of the barrel. Yet she can sense his power, which seems to be slowly growing with each shout of fear or curse. Was this something that involved their de-powered state?

If so, it shouldn't affect her much either.

Unlike most Servants who gained their massive power through the false God known as the Holy Grail, she earned her power in her lifetime. Even without the power of the false God, she is more than capable of using the Grandmasters of the Pasts Zabaniya skills without hindrance.

Although she was curious about one thing.

'Even though both Angra or I have wasted all our unholy mana, why is it that we still exist in this world?' She had assumed once she wasted that accused objects mana, she would simply vanish away. Yet...she's still here.

"Something on your mind No Name?" Tyrian asked her, noticing her prolonged silence.

"Nothing."She said simply staring at Angra where for a moment, she saw his tattoos glowing just for a bit before fading away. "Just wondering if Salem had any other jobs for us?"

"Oh she does!" Tyrian smiled. "In fact, with your appearance here, she has a job for you, if you want it."

"Me?" No Name looked at Angra. "What about him."

"Oh, the Mistress wants him to continue gathering his power. She seems to have an interest in him." Tyrian giggled. "For you, she wants you to visit this area." Tyrian handed her a small envelope. "It seems the good doctor needs a few supplies."

No Name looked at the envelope, opened it and read the contents. Nodding at what she had to do. She still remembered the day she met Salem. When she had been teleported in the area known as the Darklands. The deal they made.

Time to show the world what the Hassan can do.