Greetings everyone Savageboss here just to clear a few things here. This is my first story so it probley not that elegant or good so please be patient. Thank you for the faves so far!

It has been ten years since I was born again and things have not been great for the most part. Since mine was far older than anyone in my grades everyone saw me as a weird loner and refused to hang out with me. I was by far the smartest child in my school, everyday I would study and participate in each class to give me any edge I can get when I become a huntsman. I learned all I could about weapon care, first-aid, and even some light hacking just in case I need to defuse some Atlas spy I come across. The people I truly care about are my parents, they never try to change me or ask to make friends my own age, they knew that I was mature and respected my decisions. As of now my father is going to begin my training while my mother is on standby just in case things get too rough for me. We begin with a five mile run then move onto 200 pushups with 200 sit ups per day while finishing the day with a one-hour spare. My father may have a limp but In a single hour I couldn't even lay a single finger on him.

Once the first month of my training was over my daily exercises increased at the same time I began to get used to it. My five mile run turned to an eight mile after which I did 300 push ups and sit ups, followed by a two hour spar with my dad. My training continued to increase throughout the years until my father placed a limit for me at one thousand sit ups, push ups,and pull ups, each and with a ten mile run for a warm up then finishing the day with a three hour spare. It was the day of me learning my final training routine for my career that I fully appreciated aura and how any normal man from my original world would surely be heave, the contents of their stomachs each day with these types of workouts.

Xavier also known as my father would allow me to rest and heal three days out of the week, it was during this time he would teach me the basics of dust handling and usage while also teaching me how to clean and care for any weapon that came my way. I still had no idea what type of weapon I would use in the future, in the original show Tai was never seen with his weapon or the type of training he did so it was pretty much a free game for whatever weapon I wanted and whether fighting style as well. The problem there were so many choices, I could literally try to make any weapon with the right equipment and tools. A golf bag with putters that can turn into a minigun and swords respectfully, a boombox that can morph into a rocket launcher, or even a jousting lance that can turn into a shield, the options are limitless to me in this world.

Placing that conundrum in the back of mine for now, my father wanted me to be prepared for any type of situation and I fully agreed with him so on my breaks I decided to continue improving my mind. I read books on the great war from boths sides and studied their tactics while studying the customs and history of each of the four kingdoms as well. Some books were a bit more useful, such books include "A Guide to survive the harshest environment" ('Great title I know'), "101 Huntsmen medical guide", and final "Aura manipulation for dummies". I wanted to be prepared as possible for when I entered Sanctum and went to Beacon. My medical knowledge was improved thanks to my mother being a nurse and when I asked her if she can teach me, let's say that I got a first hand look on how to help someone with a crushed rib cage.

While not sparing or learning everything there is to know about Remnant and its history I was training with many basic weapons that we had in store. When my father was an active Huntsman he collected many weapons ranging from short swords and hammers to pistols and rifles. We began with basic weapon handling, knowing when to fire when not to, teaching me the proper way to reload and remove a clip and replace a bullet into a chamber, and finally how to make sure a gun doesn't jam on you. Next was the actual shooting part, when working with guns of any variety you must be calm and collected, if you're too wound up and jumpy you could fire aponed an allie or a civilian by mistake. Besides that I learn how to hold each type properly so I shouldn't miss in target practice, father would have me at the shooting range until late in the night until I could shoot any the targets at any range he chose for me.

Melee weapons were harder to maintain for me, to maintain a sword or dagger you have to have a keen eye on any nicks or scratches to see if it shall break or not. Having a keen eye to see the smallest of imperfections is not something I was born with in either life. When actually learning how to wield the weapons my father started me off with a basic combat knife and the moment it was in my hand his knee straight for my stomach. While I was falling to my knees my left arm was jerked to my back and the knife that was once in my hand now belonged to my father who proceeded to place said knife to my throat. As soon as he placed the knife to my throat my father began to say, "Remember this Tai, in a battle there is no honor or fairness there is only survival. I don't want my only child to be killed because he had his head stuck up his ass and believed he was the greatest creature in the four kingdoms. One mistake, one act of carleness, one act of mercy in a fight, you're the one you end up in the body bag". When it was known that the massaged shall be remembered he released me and told me training was over. It was on that day my journey to become a true Huntsman was created and the legend of my life began.