Chapter 3: Be cautious, dear Aurora; roses abound in these fertile lands.

Ah, what could be better than this? The sun is high up in the sky, the trees and birds are singing a beautiful melody, not a cloud in sight…..

…...and my blood is goring 7 different beowolves. Honestly, these things are shockingly dense in these parts. Both in numbers and intelligence. You would think at this point they would know to be cautious around the guy who can weaponize his blood. Hey, can I make armor with this? A reason for later experimentation.….. Hey, I think I wanna get some target practice in.

Singling out a loner, I cock a throwing arm back. After lining up a shot, I thrust my palm forward, shooting a stone-sized barb of unknown metal at beowulf. The shot managed to pierce through its skull mask.

…..It also managed to tear open my palm, surprising myself with pain. So, the size of the metal thing I am creating is related to the pain I feel? Either that, or I guess I was just used to the soreness of gaping pores. That sentence sounds so weird out of context. Anyways, after ensuring that the area has been secured, I return to the lake near where I was dropped off at when I got yote into this world. "Hey, system, do I need to eat? It's been at least 3 days since I last ate.

Short answer? Neither eat or drink. Although, it is…..

Sweet. I just get to exist like the bois. Time for a nap in The Inverse…

MAN, that was a good nap. Weird dream, though. It was like some doctor was…. Knitting up my hand? Weird fuckin shit right there, and I used to be a internet goblin. Weird shit is breakfast.

That wasn't….. ENTIRELY a dream. Being a pseudeity, your body has enhanced regenerative abilities. As such, your palm WAS knitting itself back together. It was quite fascinating to watch, actually.

…...But why would I- oh, wait. Yeah. Dart tossing. Makes sense. Guess I should head back to the pro- aaaaaand nope fuck that staying down in The Inverse for a bit. Besides, this place ain't going to explore itself!

...What could possibly scare you so much that you would rather hole up in The Inverse? You are infinitely stronger than most things on Remnant, and anything that COULD beat you sure as hell isn't here.

I can sum up the entirety of my fears in two simple words, dear system. In fact, I can sum up the entirety of what makes me pray to myself in my dreams in two words as well. Plot Magnets.

Fair point. You do know you will eventually have to suck it up and dive in, right?

HAAAAAAAAAA! You affectionate fool, you! You entertainer of the court! Why would I ever have to do it when I can now drag shit like food into The Inverse?... Just because it hasn't been tested with food, the melding ability works on objects of the same size. It has 0 reason to shit the bed on food.

But I thought you said you would assist Arkos?

But of course, dear Wattson! A ship can never break if it was never built to begin with! The Arc's files will be….. "Lost", the academy will get a proper fighter, and it's a win-win! Sound logic.

Wait… what did you mean by "Plot magnet"? And why do I get the feeling you capitalized it like it was a name?

Everyone knows you treat the plot with every iota of respect possible. And I saw Ruby in the corner of my eye. Not only do I NOT want to give the reaper bean a heart attack, that would throw ALL kinds of shit at the fan, I ALSO don't want to have my neck potentially cleaved or blown off, AND she is the most important to the plot. Not including people like Ozpin who are the chess-masters of the series. And only God knows what would happen if she finds out about Sleá Bréagach…. Oh god I cannot let her learn about Sleá Bréagach-

Ahem. Anyways, just stay away from the water since I can only be seen through reflective surfaces like water, maybe take a nap in the trees. I didn't want to affinity grind anyways. At least I can plan out the future while I nap.…

[Perspective shift: Ruby?]

Even though I'm the hero destined to save remnant, I can't help but feel like someone is stealing my thunder. There's been hardly any Grimm around, and that's awesome! But, I'M the hero! I'm supposed to be the one defeating the evil monsters! Saving the day is MY job! It's almost like- GASP! A RIVAL! It makes perfect sense; all great heroes have some sort of rival! I must see if I can find traces of them! After making sure that it was a safe distance to drop- no I don't have a fear of heights, it's just that no self-respecting hero would make such a rookie mistake- I jump off the tree I was scoping out the forest in. Immediately, I had heard the sounds of metallic crunching. AHAH! I immediately looked at the ground, and…. Are these darts? And….. is….. That blood on them?... This is painting my rival in one of 2 very bad colors. Either he is a criminal, who hunts people just as numerously as they do Grimm, or… Nevermind, this must have been a recent self-defense thing! Y-yeah! No hero's rival would ever be so morally or emotionally broke to do either of those things! For now, I should go over to that lake, make sure my cape isn't dirty….

Wait, why would my rival use darts? Darts are something someone utilizes in shadows. And that implies that my rival operates in the shadows. But, but only villains do that! Villains and….. And…. Ninjas.

I have a ninja for a rival!