RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, I own nothing.

Semi-important AN at the the end

One month later

*Inhale*

I noticed all of it. The feeling of the grass I'm underneath me. The light breeze brushing against me laced with the light scent of flowers. The heat of the afternoon sun beating down upon me. The sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing around me.

*Exhale*

I noticed all of it. I acknowledged none of it. All the sensations around me. All the random thoughts bouncing through my head.

None of it matters.

The only thing I focused on is my Aura flowing. Filling me with strength. Coating my skin with invisible armor. None of it was wasted.

*beep* *beep* *beep*

My eyes opened. Has it already been an hour? That didn't feel like it. Then again after meditating for an hour, three times a day over the past month it's gotten significantly easier.

"Ah well, time to get back to it," I said as I shut off the beeping timer.

I stretched my arms and cracked my neck to deal with any residual stiffness before standing from where I was seated in a full lotus position.

"That's all for today. Till next time, Damian," I said to the gravestone at the other end of the garden, before turning and walking back to the house I've decided to call home for now.

It wasn't anything fancy, just a large rock I sanded down so it had a relatively flat surface before I carved his name into it. But hey, better than nothing, right?

I thought the scenery more than made up for the lackluster gravestone. The day after I arrived I walked around the village a bit in search of a decent burial spot. Eventually I settled on the garden of a large house not too far from where I woke up. Admittedly, one of the main reasons I chose this spot was its proximity to where Damian's body was. I didn't want to have to drag him any farther than absolutely necessary.

Even getting him this far was a pain in my ass. First, I had to wrap him in a blanket before tying it tightly around him. Then I had to tie a different rope around his ankles and drag him up the stairs and outside the house. Then I had to load him in a wagon I found nearby to take him to the burial site. Followed by actually digging the grave, and filling it after I deposited him into it.

From start to finish the process took over twelve hours. It was exhausting, but definitely worth it. Damian did me a solid, and that was the only way I could pay him back.

Two solids actually. The first was obviously unlocking my Aura, but the second was no less important. He wrote me that letter thereby saving my life a second time.

Seriously. If he hadn't written that letter, I would've had no idea where I was. Which like would've ended with me wandering around like a dumbass before getting murdered by the first Grimm I came across.

So yeah, a proper burial in a nice location was the least I could do for the guy. It was actually nice too. The garden was lined with different types of flowers, and had a birdbath in the center. As graves go, it could've been a lot worse.

Plus this way I could visit Damian every day when I came for my afternoon meditation session. It certainly provided added motivation whenever I needed it.

Early on I struggled a lot and quickly grew frustrated. But every time I opened my eyes and saw his grave it renewed my dedication to my training. After all, if I died, who was gonna bury me? It would suck if I put that much effort into digging a proper grave, but was left to rot when I finally got to meet the reaper.

The desire to not be devoured by scavengers is pretty motivating all things considered. It's not like I was being motivated by any kind of grief for Damian. I never even met the guy. As far as I'm concerned, that score is settled. I do plan on notifying his next of kin when I finally get out of here.

If he has any that is. I'm not about to strain myself though. I certainly don't intend to deal with any crying relatives. At most, I'll write them a letter or something so they know he died and got a proper burial.

However, that's reliant on me ever making it back to civilization, which won't be easy. Especially since I learned that I'm currently in the village of Yubi near the south west part of the continent of Anima. Which meant that the nearest major kingdom was Mistral and even then it was on the other side of the fucking continent.

That's one helluva walk. Filled with grimm, bandits, and who knows what other bullshit.

But there's no sense thinking about that. If it happens, it happens. I checked my watch as I arrived back at my house.

4:30pm

Perfect.

Over the past month I've fallen into a consistent schedule.

5:00am-Wake up/handle bathroom business. Followed up by a yoga routine to get my blood flowing and build flexibility.

6:00am-Meditate

7:00am-Breakfast

8:00am-Training

1:oopm-shower/lunch

2:00pm-nap

2:30pm-Tea time

3:00pm-Meditate

4:00pm-Handle whatever needs to be done

6:00pm-Dinner

7:00pm-Fun time. Usually spent playing guitar, sudoku, solitaire, or reading

7:45pm-Bedtime routine

8:00pm-Meditate

9:00pm-Bedtime

It's been brutal, but I had to maximize the amount of daylight I had access to since it wasn't safe to be out at night. Without streetlamps it was so dark that a Grimm could be right next to me and I wouldn't have any clue until it was too late. On the brightside, without all that light pollution, stargazing became much easier.

Truth be told, if it wasn't for all the time I've spent meditating I probably would've burned out by now. Unfortunately it had to be done. Especially since I could only spend half as much time training during the first week. Most of my time during that first week was spent thoroughly looting the village.

I realized early on that I had absolutely no clue how long I'd be stuck in this village, and it occurred to me one morning while making breakfast that I sure was lucky the fridge was still running since it was powered by dust.

Then I realized that if my fridge was still running, every other fridge in the village probably was too. Which was a problem. I had no idea how long the dust in my fridge was going to last before it had to be refilled, and since I was only using my fridge, the dust powering all the other ones was being wasted.

I couldn't have that, now could I?

It took some trial and error but eventually I figured out how to disconnect the dust canisters from the refrigerators. I didn't even attempt to do the same to the stoves. I wasn't about to fuck around with fire dust canisters and risk them literally blowing up in my face.

A side effect of this endeavor was that all my meals that week were much tastier than any I've had since. That's because I had to use up all the perishable ingredients stored within all those refrigerators. Ever since then it's all been powdered eggs and canned food. Thankfully I also found a few bottles of multivitamins so I should be getting enough nutrients.

Another bit of good luck was the lemon trees I found on the other side of the village. Dying of scurvy would really suck.

However, it wasn't just dust I was looking for. I also took the opportunity to loot anything of value I could find. All in all I managed to gather around 40 thousand lien after looting all the houses and shops.

Not a bad haul for only a week of work.

Using all of my semi-ill gotten gains, I put together five go-bags in case I ever have to leave in a rush. All of them contained as many survival supplies as I could pack into them. I placed one at my house, and the other four hidden in houses near the North, South, East, and West ends of the village so that no matter where I was I would always be relatively close to one of them. They were all identical except for the amount of lien they contained. The bag at my main residence had 10 thousand lien, and the other four each had 7500 lien.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just being paranoid. Then I remember how much bullshit this world can throw at me, and suddenly it's no longer paranoia, just reasonable precautions.

It does grate on me though. All these precautions. All these strategies. All of them are based on running away. It pisses me off! Each and every one of them is a reminder of how weak I am.

I STILL HAVE MY PRIDE GODDAMNIT!

I can't wait until I'm strong enough to have my enemies running from me, instead of the other way around.

Over the past month I've made considerable progress with my Nen. Enough progress that it's finally time to attempt the water divination test again.

I smirk as I enter my house and head straight for the sink. My hands were trembling in anticipation, so much so that I nearly dropped the glass as I filled it with water and added the bay leaf.

I set the glass on the counter and took a breath to steady myself and gather my focus. There are four basic principles of Nen.

Ten, Ren, Zetsu, and Hatsu.

Ten- the controlled flow of Aura in and around the body.

Ren- the conscious output of a large amount of aura.

Zetsu- the conscious cessation of Aura flow.

Hatsu- the complete manifestation of ones Aura

I haven't made any progress with Zetsu, I suspect this is because of the absurdly large amount of aura I possess. I've made even less with Hatsu.

That's irrelevant though. For this test I only require Ten and Ren. Ten to control my aura, and Ren to release enough aura to affect the glass. Thankfully I've made enough progress in both of these in order to hopefully complete the test.

With this in mind I set my hands on either side of the glass and focused on my Ten. Making sure I was in control before I moved on to the next step.

"Please, just let this work." I whispered to myself. If it didn't then that would essentially confirm that Nen shared no similarities with the Aura of this world.

I took one last breath to steady myself.

I flared my Ren. At first nothing happened.

Then the water overflowed and erupted like a geyser.

I don't know how long I stood there, completely soaked with a stunned expression on my face which then became a smirk.

"YEEESSS! FUCK YES, MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled like a lunatic and threw my hands in the air. My chest was heaving from breathing so hard as I was unable to contain my excitement.

I had a chance! I actually had a chance! I still had a long way to go, but now I had definite guidelines I could use to direct my training and with the amount of aura I had there truly was no telling how powerful I could become!

I could theoretically become strong enough to deal with both Salem and Ozpin by myself. I could emulate Netero, after all he was easily the strongest human Nen user in the series. That would require literally decades of intense training. I definitely don't have time for that.

I could recruit the maidens to my side, and if they weren't amenable to that, I could kill them and ensure that they're successors were loyal to me. If I teach other people Nen I could form my own version of the Phantom Troupe. If I wanted to I could theoretically dismantle all of this world's power structures and take all that power for myself.

But do I want to?

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the kitchen window. I had a crazed look in my eye, I realized I'd been laughing this entire time. That was enough to snap me out of momentary insanity.

Beat Salem and Ozpin on my own? Kill the maidens? Conquer the world?

HA!

Right now a fucking Beowolf would probably be able to kill me. I was getting ahead of myself and letting my imagination get the best of me. There was also no way of knowing if I would ever reach even a tenth of Netero's strength.

As for ruling the world? Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enticed by the thought of myself wearing a crown and sitting on an opulent throne. It's nice in theory, but I'd essentially be damning myself to a lifetime of bureaucracy and trying to keep all the idiots of the world from killing each other.

Honestly I probably end up either blowing my brains out or wiping out humanity myself. Heh, it would be ironic if I killed Salem only to end up fulfilling her greatest ambition.

Whatever, there's no point thinking about any of this. I likely won't have to concern myself with any major world level issues for another five years or so. Right now my only concern is ensuring I actually survive until that point.

That was enough to finally calm me down. Now I could properly consider my next step. The volume of water was increased so that means I'm an Enhancer type Nen user.

That's arguably the best type since Enhancer's still have a chance at 80% proficiency in both Emission and Transmutation. Plus a potential 60% proficiency in Manipulation and Conjuration. Enhancers are the only type without a direct opposite on the Nen chart so they have ridiculous growth potential.

Which makes it all the more annoying that they nearly always try to brute force they're way past any problem they encounter. Then again, That might be enough for this world. Hell Uvogin was basically the perfect example of a brute force Enhancer, and he would easily be one of the individuals on Remnant if he were here.

I need to train harder to perfect my Ten and Ren. Once I manage that I should be strong enough to begin training against Grimm, provided I don't run into anything too strong.

With that in mind I began cleaning up all the water before getting an early start on dinner. I've made enough progress that I can afford to relax for the rest of today. Everything else can wait until tomorrow.

Well, here's an update for y'all. If any of you want to support me feel free to search for DelinquentDream on pat-r3-0n.

I'm gonna try to knock out these early chapters quickly to establish the foundation of the story as soon as possible. But like I said before my main focus is on my other story "I want it all" it's a pokemon fic.

So once I set up the start of "Ruthless in Remnant" I don't know how long it'll be until I update it. If you want me to evenly split my focus between both my stories then show this fic some love and drop a review/follow/favorite

Also Nen is easily the best power system across all of anime, but it's also difficult to explain in a purely written format.

I HIGHLY recommend reading through the Nen page on Hunterpedia.

I think I'm gonna give the MC a morally gray alignment so be ready for questionable decisions.