[Part-1]
Jaune held on to Crocea Mors's blade. The shield? He saw what remains of it, according to Pitou, Gilgamesh tore it instantly. The family shield that was made by his Great-grandfather was destroyed.
He held on to a makeshift shield and Crocea Mors's blade, however, his mind was wandering how exactly Gilgamesh did it? Why was he that strong? He didn't seem much older than his peers, yet he can make everyone in Beacon Academy significantly weak against him, hell, Jaune thinks even Pyrrha won't be a match for Gilgamesh, and she is their best.
The contemplating face that Jaune seems to have gained after picking up his weapons, Lancelot picked up on that, and perhaps even figured out what Jaune was thinking.
"Are you thinking about what occurred against your one-sided beatdown against Gilgamesh?"
Sheesh. Lancelot did not even call that a fight or a versus, a beatdown, as much as Jaune wanted to deny it, he spoke the truth- it wasn't a fight, a fight is something where both the parties do some form of damage to each other, this wasn't one…this was just a representation of how he lost without putting up anything.
"Yes…it's just, how? How is it that he is this strong?"
Instead of directly answering the question, Lancelot looked up the Camelot's clear blue sky.
"Listen Jaune, the best way to explain the difference in strength that you and Gilgamesh have would be this- in a context of strength two things are the most important- mind and body. For example, take the gym exercise bench press as a base of strength- Jaune, it's your first day, you could bench press 180lbs with five reps? Impressive? Yes, indeed. However, you were up against someone who bench-pressed 1800lbs with thirty reps. Compared to him, you are nothing…yet. You see your mind gave up after five repetitions on the other hand Gilgamesh's mind and will be strong enough to push 1800lbs thirty times, or even more. Do you understand?"
"That I can't bench press?"
"Ugh…that you can't…you see your mind and body are not honed yet, a matter of fact that you only have started training recently, also I might add that you even learned to properly control your aura somewhat only yesterday, you have a lot of catching up to do, so are you ready?"
Jaune took a stance, feet pressed forward, shield up- sword is drawn.
Lancelot narrowed his eyes, a basic stance. Very basic, it's something that the squires learn before developing their own technique, but it would seem Jaune had been doing the basic only.
Lancelot prepared his sword,
"Well, then Jaune let's begin."
Jaune wordlessly nodded, and slowly walked to the side keeping the shield in position, he was a little surprised to see that Lancelot had taken such a stance, only the sword was drawn…
Alright then.
Dash! Jaune ran, preparing for a shield bash, he slammed the shield towards the direction where Lancelot was but he easily evaded it. Swipe! The very location where Lancelot evaded, Jaune made sure to attack but-
Clank! It was parried, the momentum caused Jaune to lose some foundation strength, yet he didn't once again, charging up the aura, making sure the blade is sharp, another strong swing, and yet it was easily dodged-
However! That was exactly what Jaune wanted, once again he went for the shield bash, to Lancelot's view it might have been predictable but to Jaune, he just waited for the right moment.
Lancelot once again dodged the bash, suddenly Jaune turned foot holding strong he moved for a bash again, however, he ejected his shield which was enhanced by aura, as a projectile towards Lancelot, the man smirked however he easily deflected the shield with his sword at that moment-
Jaune holding on to Crocea's blade enhancing it with aura as much as he could, to attack Lancelot's defenseless position, his right arm.
Color Lancelot impressed. The blade was about to cut Lancelot's right arm; however, the man wasn't moving or dodging, answer to this question was something that Jaune instantly found out.
Lancelot did not have a right arm.
Don! A spartan kick right at the gut, Jaune could feel his aura taking heavy damage.
"Aaagh…"
Shit, it hurts. Comparing this and Cardin's attack was like comparing a push and a punch. This one hurts so dam much. However, he still got up, he could go longer.
"Wait, I need to discuss something with you before you resume your training."
What? Did he do something wrong?
"Tell me something Jaune, you had a good foundation, perhaps somewhat competent control over shield and sword, once again tell me, who taught you?"
Why was Lancelot asking these questions? Well, he can answer them anyway.
"You see, my teammate and my partner, Pyrrha Nikos taught me the use of shield and sword."
Lancelot contemplated for a moment, then asked once again-
"This girl was a champion in Mistral, right?"
"Yes, what about it?"
"Heh. You see, what I think is she did try to teach you perhaps the foundation stance of a knight, however, she was unaware to expand it as such she ended up teaching you how to fight like a spartan in a foundation of a knight."
"Wait…spartan and knight, both are different?"
"Indeed, where knights use the shield for defense, Spartans use it as a weapon as well, also you had a lot of hip movement that was wasting your energy."
Now Jaune was confused, why was hip movement wrong?
"Wait, how did I do wrong, due to my hip movement, I could do the fast running and shield bash."
"Exactly, that would have been much impressive, had you been a girl, however you are not? You see, a woman's hips were made for childbirth, as such they have great control over their legs and any movement related to hips as they can easily control or stretch, see this is the reason why most of the girls are athletics or gymnasts and use leg movement as their main focus."
However, Jaune recalls Yang and Nora…both of them didn't do much, ahem, hip movement in battle-
"So, what about my teammate Nora, or a member of another team Yang, they don't use these hip movements?"
"You see Jaune, a girl doesn't need to use the lower body, they can use the upper body strength and act as the brawler, however they still need their lower body to generate enough momentum. Take Mereoleona for example, she is what a physical fighter is, however she does rely on her hip movement to make her attacks even stronger than they already are."
So, Mereoleona was a close combat fighter like Yang, huh?
Wait.
"Suddenly this makes a lot of sense, despite Ruby's size she only needed strong arms, her semblance took care of the speed and with proper ahem hip movement, she could easily use the oversized scythe. In a way, it was complimenting her way of fighting, attack and disappear, and then attack once again.
Weiss, when I first saw her fight, even Pyrrha commented that she was really good, really good- now I realize, it wasn't the fact that Weiss could not generate power output like Yang, it's just she has unbelievable control over techniques and movements, not to mention she has just had extreme fluid movements, after all, she uses rapier, she relies on her legs to do the footwork, and then uses it to her advantage for the use of her glyphs.
This would also make sense in the case of Blake using her semblance and using a lot of turnabouts and turn-around movements, which once again required hips. Also, why was it that Blake wants to decapitate? Her movements with her blade always seem to aim for the head, as if destroy them instantly, why?
Yang is a brawler. A close combat fighter. Her semblance in a way is very suitable for her, which could also make her one of the best tank-based fighters. However, her supposed speed movement does not rely on legs- rather running, she simply uses her weapons- Ember Cecelia's impact blast, allowing her to give her speed or even a few seconds of flight. However, if I would have to guess, Yang isn't an athletic-based body, she does not have the amount of stamina Weiss, Pyrrha, or even Blake and Ren have.
The same could be said for Nora, she is a powerhouse like Yang, even if her application of semblance is different than Yang's, it is nearly the same way of power her up. Making her muscles strong and powering her up, however, she isn't as fast as others, as if for strength, she sacrificed agility.
Ren on the other hand might appear as a sloth but, he kept himself quick on his feet, rather he is quick, I would put Ren's speed just as fast as Weiss, if not more, his semblance isn't something that could be used in a fight, but he doesn't need his semblance, it's his masterful use of weapons, foot movement and aura control. Now that I think about it ahem, it wasn't a hip movement that helped Ren in his speed rather his use of aura on his feet, he keeps control over his movements because of his leg control, the same could be said about the way he uses martial arts.
This would explain why Pyrrha used her semblance to a minimum…she is an athlete! Pyrrha is always nimble and made sure her attacks did the optimal amount of damage as such no attack she lands is wanted, what might seem like an excessive amount of maneuver, it's all for the sake of movement- to balance out speed and power. Huh, no wonder she is the strongest among us."
Perhaps Jaune did not realize it, however, he was blabbering out his thoughts which he thought, were well, in his mind.
However, Lancelot realized something. Jaune may not appear like it, however, he is indeed a leader material, with just little explanation on the art of fighting, he figured out how his peer's fight. It isn't the fact he lacks fighting abilities, he does, even aura use abilities, yet he survived this long. This was not just sheer luck.
Lancelot knowingly kicked Jaune's gut hard enough so that his aura was taken heavy damage- it did, not as much as Lancelot expected, but it still did. Now, aura takes a long period of time to regenerate, likely a few hours- however, that was false.
Aura does not take time to regenerate. It's just a concept told to trainees, the aura is based on the will of a person, the reason why it takes time to regenerate aura because the damage is not just done physically but mentally as well, as such due to mental fatigue, in a way the human will takes damage as well, as such it takes time for a recharge.
The fact that after such damage, Jaune wasn't much fazed mentally, it would seem that Jaune has a strong will, as such even after the use of aura on the lotus, his aura recovered rather quickly. Lancelot could even see his aura regenerating, rather quickly.
Lancelot knew two things very clearly- his training was done less than seven months, proper training even less. He got his aura during initiation. By all means, he should not be able to keep up with his peers, yet he did, he even took bullying and yet survived. This meant that Jaune Arc's will is strong enough to make sure he makes it through. The only person with this form of strong will was General James Ironwood.
Interesting.
This would also mean that he can use aura and physical training, as Lancelot intends to.
"Jaune."
"Yes?"
"It's time."
"It's time for?"
It was coming, the legendary training that will make Jaune strong!
"For you to forget whatever you learned about physical fighting."
"…What?!"
[Part-2]
To say Jaune Arc was shocked would be an understatement. He could not realize; the hell Lancelot was saying? Forget whatever he learned about physical fighting? That's just plain stupid.
"Sir Lancelot, are you perhaps on drugs? Did you snort something? Want me to take to a doctor?"
Don!
Ouch, that one hurt, a straight punch at the head for the disrespect, the audacity the boy has.
"No, it's not about me being on drugs, it's about how you are forcing your body to perform."
That's a first. Forcing a body to perform?
"What do you mean? Was my fighting sub-par?"
Lancelot sighed- perhaps it would do good this time to explain him-
"At others eyes? It would be good, many would vouch that your performance was amazing for someone who just learned how to properly wield sword and shield, however, someone like me can spot it out. You are forcing yourself, this form of fighting isn't for you, the way you swing the sword isn't for you. It is just because you have learned it- you are learning it from someone better than you, you have the mindset that this is correct, your stance, your breathing is correct, however- somewhere at the back of your mind, your will rejects it. Your soul rejects this form of fighting, it says this fighting isn't Jaune Arc."
Jaune was speechless. The fighting isn't Jaune Arc? Aren't the ways of battle universal? Aren't they the same? Then why is it that whenever he does something it's wrong?
"Listen Jaune, the part where you aren't winning any combat duels is because you are forcing- unconsciously forcing yourself, your body to perform something, in a way that it does not want to. Even you don't want to."
Jaune tried arguing back against what Lancelot said-
"Isn't the form of fighting with weapons the same for everyone? Why is it different?"
"Let me tell you this then, in a way perhaps you would understand- my cooking yesterday, how was it?"
"It was horrendous, you should be put to prison to pull something like that, you wasted a beautiful steak, you ruined it. You should be hanged and then burned, after which your burnt body should be fed to the Grimm."
Lancelot blinked multiple times, perhaps he might have taken things too far with food, but damn, Jaune did not hold back with his disdain of the ruined food.
Lancelot had the decency to be a bit embarrassed, he coughed before continuing-
"Alright, then have you tasted food from a restaurant?"
"I have but- "
"Have you eaten, food from Beacon?"
"I have, but what does this- "
"Have you eaten homecooked meals?"
"Yes but- "
"Can you tell the difference blindfolded?"
"What?"
"If I present to you the same dish, from different places can you spot the difference in the dishes?"
"Of course, I can, easily."
Where was Lancelot going with this conversation? This was starting to confuse Jaune.
"Why do you think you can differentiate the same dish from different places, even though it would have been made in the same way?"
"Well, it's because, the recipe is basic- it's like a blueprint, what you need to make it stand out, depends upon the chef."
It was a very simple answer, and yet Jaune could see Lancelot raising his eyebrows as if expecting something more from him, more from Jaune's answer.
Just like last time, it once again hits him.
"The difference is in the way they are made?"
Lancelot nodded-
"Correct. No two dish would ever taste the same, a chef takes a recipe and makes sure that he does it in his own way, makes sure that it is unique, it is- "
"His own recipe." Jaune completed Lancelot, who in return just simply nodded.
It would seem, that perhaps according to Lancelot, Jaune was finally beginning to understand, what needs to be done to improve.
"So, that is why you stated that I should forget whatever, I learned?"
"Indeed."
Jaune now protested, tried to reason-
"But it is simply not possible, it is a habit that has now ingrained in me- I just cannot undo this out of my body or out of my muscle memory."
"That is correct, under normal circumstances, it would take months before you make your own fighting style or even forget the way you used to fight, however, that can be arranged, you see…I can make you forget whatever your body learned about the ways of fighting."
Once again, Jaune was shocked. Lancelot…he had an ability that would help make Jaune forget muscle memory? That was ridiculous, muscle memory infused with aura is the very same as walking and running, one cannot instantly forget or change it…could it be related to Lancelot's semblance?
Jaune's shocked expression turned into a one of surprised one- did Lancelot had an ability that can make anyone forget muscle memory? Wouldn't simply that make Lancelot the strongest?
Is that the reason he lost his right hand? It could be.
"Lancelot, how exactly can you make me forget something that, I have been doing for such a long time, you making me forget something that my body remembers?"
Lancelot nodded in agreement, "I can do that, however, for that, I need something from you first."
"What would that be?"
"Consent."
"Consent…?"
"Yes."
And suddenly Jaune Arc blushed- how can he not? He was straight…he was straight, right? This just gets difficult…consent? Consent for what exactly…if it means consent for that stuff…Jaune has to decline that, even though…never mind.
Lancelot was baffled. Wass there something lost in the translation?
Why is Jaune Arc blushing? Why is he fiddling with his finger? Where did it go wrong-!
Lancelot caught it quick and his face was not slow to turn into a disgusted one. This once again proves his theory of the current generation being garbage-minded people and nothing more, even before the full explanation, Jaune just assumed what was about to happen.
Lancelot takes it back, Jaune isn't smart, he is just dumb with periodically smart wits. This body in the coming time will be giving Lancelot headaches.
"Get your head out of the damn gutter Jaune Arc. I did not mean it in any sexual manner."
"Ha?! You were all gentleman and you looked in my eye and said consent, how would I reply to that?"
"As a mature, you should have listened to what I had to say?"
"Well, as an adult, it is your job to say it completely and not just saying it in a word that can somehow magically explain what you are about to do. I think your time is coming near old man, you should get checked, perhaps you should take bed rest and stop doing drug-don!"
Once again, a hit to Jaune Arc's head, the audacity of the boy to speak to elders in such fashion, not even a week, and Lancelot is showing more emotions than he did so in a year. And headaches too.
However, not so much of an unpleasant feeling.
Lancelot gave a small chuckle as he sighed.
"With context to consent, it is not related to sex, rather it is related to my ability, however, one of the conditions of the ability to work, requires me to take consent from others to take effects."
"Wait- abilities have conditions? What?"
This was the first time Jaune heard something like this, abilities have conditions? He did know that for someone's semblance to take effect, a certain action must be done, may it be thinking calmly (Ren) or taking in external force (Nora), but there is more to the abilities than what meets the eyes. He needs to know more; it could be possible that he might be able to achieve his semblance.
"Well, that is correct, abilities have conditions and restrictions, however, you are not learning that now."
"What? Why?"
"You need to build your physical strength, techniques, and aura endurance in the coming nine days. After you pass, then only I will aid you into training the difficult aspects of fighting, however, to do so, you need to pass the preliminaries first."
"Because then, I would have experience?"
"What do you know, Jaune Arc isn't a twiddle dumb."
"Hey- hey, I will have you know, I am very smart…my partner says so."
"She certainly has low standards."
"What the- why you!"
Lancelot once again gave a small chuckle. When was the last time he smiles without any obligation? When was the last time he had a proper conversation? When was the last time he took in a student? Perhaps it could be a change of pace for the old man himself as well.
"You were saying about consent, what consent do you need?" Jaune broke Lancelot out of his trance.
"Yes…about that- I need to cut you in half."
….?
"I am sorry, what?"
"Yeah, you heard me right, I need to cut you in half."
"Alright, old man let's go right now, should I call medics? I need an adult as well, because what the hell! Cut me in half?! If you didn't want to train me you could have said so, why kill me now?"
Lancelot sighed. This was not right, once again he did not word it properly and Jaune's tendencies took it a bit far.
"Listen Jaune, I will cut you but it actually won't cut it you."
"What? What the hell are you snorting? It's almost like saying- People die when they are killed."
"Of course, people die when they are killed Jaune. However, that isn't the case here, you see muscle memory ingrained so deep, it also is in a way connected to the nervous system, which also helps in the action of reflex. In a way, you can say muscle memory is a form of reflex action, it isn't just in the muscles but the nerves as well…which is the reason forgetting a habit takes time and difficulty."
"It is well ingrained in me."
"Correct, we do not have the time for you to forget your fighting abilities naturally, so we need to use my ability…however let me tell you something, once you accept this, there would be no going back. There will be no rectification, there will be only one path- that is to move forward, are you prepared to take the step, are you prepared to forgo what made you come to this point, are you ready to take steps for the future?"
Jaune's mind halted for a bit.
He…he was about to take a big step here; others might not think…but he is. All this time, Jaune wanted to get better, he wanted to prove to others that he will grow strong- he wanted to prove to himself that he can grow strong.
However, he has yet to share this with his teammates, he has yet to ask them for their opinion.
No!
No more second thinking this, no more being unsure of his way, no more overthinking, it is time that Jaune made the leap, it is time that Jaune makes the jump.
His blue eyes looked straight at Lancelot's amethyst.
"I am ready, I will take the first step."
Lancelot nodded, impressed by the lad's determination…closed his own eyes.
Severing the connection link. The most difficult task in the world. One can make connections- very easily, it's breaking that hurts the most. You think you have broken up with your partner- but he or she is still in your mind, haunting you and your thoughts- the connection is not severed. You divorced your spouse- yet they still live in your head rent-free- the connection is not severed. You trusted your close friend with your secrets, you trusted that they would understand you, they didn't…you stopped caring about them and yet their betrayal haunts your mind- the connection is not severed.
Connection is between two people, their understanding and their beliefs- it takes time to forget, but we never really disconnect from them- we cannot disconnect from them no matter how hard we try, they are a part of your past.
The same concept of connection can be applied to the connection between the soul and the body. The soul helps the body to remember, what it had been taught and conditioned with. Even the people who don't have an aura, or prodigies who can play certain games too well- masters at their field have a connection to their soul- no, stronger connection to their soul which makes them better than the average population.
This very action also allows the body to not forget the reflexive actions it remembers and hammered into it.
In other words, the connection between, soul and body- enables the user to make sure that the muscle memory stays intact. What Lancelot is planning to do, is to sever the connection between soul and body for long enough for the body to forget whatever it learned for fighting, but not long enough that the body would even forget basic actions like walking, running.
Lancelot needs to be precise in his actions, or else any wrong step and the action would leave Jaune in a permeant vegetative state. Any other person or even veteran huntsman would fail to do this.
However, Lancelot was above those.
Swoosh~
Jaune now noticed, Lancelot's arm- the left arm was glowing…his aura? Yes. It was his aura, which was a mix of purple and white, glowed. The aura moved, throughout the body it moved and rested on his left arm, taking the shape of a sword!
It was probably the coolest thing Jaune had seen, no one at the academy has done something like this? Using aura to make weapons that are so cool, there would be no need to forge blades then.
Lancelot muttered something that Jaune couldn't hear, then he opened his eyes.
"Are you ready Jaune?"
Jaune Arc didn't say anything, just nodded.
Lancelot brought down the aura sword, slicing Jaune Arc exactly in half.
[Part-3]
{Vale- Roman Torchwick's Hideout}
Cinder Fall considered herself to be someone who is calm and collected. Someone who does her job properly, someone who knows nothing but victory.
That would have been the case, if she hadn't been failing multiple times for the mission which was to gain the Fall Maiden's powers and getting the relic, how hard could that have been?
As it turns out it was difficult, it was so very difficult and every road she met with troubles.
Originally the large-scale attack on Vale required numbers, numbers of soldiers, which sadly Cinder lacked- what better than the White Fang.
White-Fang was known for Faunus who stand for their right and fight against humans. Something of a revolutionary army, to Cinder, however, they were nothing more than disposal items, as long as she gets the task done. Cinder considered herself a master manipulator. She bathes in that title; this was the reason why she could get Mercury Black and Emerald Sustrai. The boy just wants to survive and the girl? She is so in love with Cinder that it was laughable, little Emerald is so easy to manipulate.
This is what she thought she could do when she visited Adam Taurus, one of the nine important leaders of White Fang, whose temporary base was right at the outskirts of Vale. Cinder thought it would have been easy, she would promise demise and destruction of Vale and Adam Taurus, the bull he is- blinded by the rage he would agree.
Cinder failed.
Adam Taurus denied her help. She was denied assistance, she was denied any form of help. Adam even admitted that the offer was good- too good to be true, and he no matters what will not work with humans, he would rather die than work with them- for a moment their Cinder thought she should kill the man. However, Cinder knew something, something primal ingrained within her, she needs the Fall Maiden's power to be a threat to Adam Taurus else had she, Mercury, or Emerald had attacked at that moment.
They would have died.
To bring Adam Taurus down, she needed the powers of the maiden. This brought her to the second segment of her plan.
Leonardo Lionheart, the Headmaster of the Haven Academy and member of the inner circle of Ozpin and a traitor. It was laughable that the man who was supposed to be a lion Faunus, one whose heart should have been the most determined one- it became the one that broke quickly, caving in favor of Cinder's mistress. The cowardly Lionheart gave out the location of Amber, the current Fall Maiden.
It was a hard fight. After all, maiden powers allowed the user to use all the attributes of dust without actually using the dust, and one would not even run out of the supply. Even if the aura is shattered, one can use the maiden powers.
With proper utilization of her employee Emerald's semblance Hallucinations and a proper team strategy she was able to capture Amber and take half her powers, Cinder was about to take in the rest of it when her team was attacked by Ozpin's eye, Qrow Branwen.
For now, they had to retreat.
It would seem like a victory, but Cinder failed.
However, now that she had acquired half of the maiden's powers, this would be more than enough to pursue Adam Taurus.
How wrong she was.
{A few months ago, before the start of Beacon}
Cinder was practically strutting, her vixen mode on. She was feeling good. She was feeling strong, she had this power of maiden. She needed this power of maiden. She deserved this power of maiden. Originally, her mistress told back in the time of Magic, the strong ones could even change the weather, climate- a single warrior could destroy armies.
However, when the new world began and Ozma's power was divided into four maidens, they could only use the power of dust- the power of all the dust without using said dust. It's like having all the types of dust that ever existed and having unlimited ammo of it.
She was disheartened by the fact that she now couldn't control the weather, however, she couldn't choose.
Whatever, even if she has half the maiden powers, it would be more than enough to break the will of Adam Taurus, bring that bull to the ground, and make him realize who is the strongest one there. Who owns these animals, who would put a collar on them and do the biddings?
Cinder would and Cinder would love to do it. Maybe if the bull behaves, she would give him a good time.
Cinder and her goons walked in the White Fang base and immediately the first thing she was reminded of- the humiliation.
She would burn this place.
She did, using the power of fire, burning everything down- which finally attracted the attention of Adam Taurus, who finally came out of his tent. If he was afraid, he did not show it.
"You are here again, human? Do you not remember, what did I tell you the last time you brought your stench here? Do you wish to perish?"
"Logic seems to avoid you, Mr. Taurus, I bring the proposal once again, however, this time- should you refuse, I am afraid to say that you- and your little Faunus group, have to be burned away."
Cinder smirked, it would be easy- now she was waiting for his submission, Adam Taurus's submission.
However, she did not receive anything of such.
Adam calmly turned his head towards his Lieutenant, "Take the wounded, and the remaining members outside the camp and wait for me."
Lieutenant protested; he cannot leave the leader behind.
"Sir, I- we can aid, you."
"There is no need to fight an unnecessary battle, we need to win a war, not these small battles- and I refuse to let anyone of my people die, because of the hubris of a human, you all will not fight them. I will. Leave and tend to those who need care."
Lieutenant reluctantly nodded, he was against the idea…but he left anyway.
"Should you have done that? Who is the one among us that bathes in hubris? You let your slaves leave you so that they wouldn't have to watch you die? You should just accept my offer, Mr. Taurus."
Contrary to what Cinder Fall just said, Adam did not reply. He on the other hand kept his calm.
Swoosh~
Mercury and Emerald failed to notice, but Cinder did-
Adam Taurus moved fast- so fast, at first, she thought he was about to attack, when-
Doooooooooon!
The one who Adam attacked wasn't Cinder or Mercury- it was Emerald. An aura-induced punch right at her face slamming her to the ground- effectively shattering her aura and making her lose consciousness.
Cinder and Mercury both could see dislocated jaw, broken teeth, and nose- possibly due to impact even skull. Emerald did not have a larger aura pool or even dense aura pool, to begin with, she is support- which probably was the reason why Adam decided to take her out first.
Cinder isn't aware- no, she is sure that Adam does not know about Emerald's semblance, even if he didn't this puts them at a disadvantage, because he now cannot be put under any illusions as he now has nearly killed Emerald with a single attack.
Swoosh~
Mercury makes his move. At the very least, he needs to make sure he can hurt the guy so that his boss could kill him. Mercury is an assassin, he is not stupid, he very well knows, why Emerald lost instantly, she wasn't prepared for Adam's attack…this isn't an honorable duel, it's a fight for survival- Emerald forgot that and let her mindset at ease that their mistress would make sure that Adam Taurus is brought to submission.
She didn't and she lost proper control of her aura. Mercury won't make the same mistake.
Mercury launched a kick, which was effectively dodged by Adam, followed by another which was dodged again. Mercury rained down series of multiple kicks, however, Adam was easily parrying them…but this was the chance.
Adam noticed, Mercury jumped in the air, however, what he noticed was there was a bit of spark that ran through his legs- something was off about him- but Adam cannot be fooled, he is a Faunus, as such instincts of the bull are ingrained within him, and having a large pool of aura with it being dense, he instantly realized what was going on.
It was a distraction.
Cinder Fall, launched multiple fireballs at Adam- with great impact, not just that- since the powers of the maiden can have access to all forms of dust, she used two more at the same time.
She slowed down the time and made sure the gravity does not allow Adam to stand up anymore.
One thing was made clear, Cinder Fall did not know Adam Taurus. Cinder Fall did not know what Adam Taurus has endured. Cinder Fall did not know what Adam Taurus did to himself.
Adam Taurus knew Cinder Fall cannot defeat him.
It should seem to be a surprise, but one should remember, that being a leader of the White Fang doesn't just take leadership skills, it takes strength as well.
Concentrating aura, just at the arms to make sure the effects of the gravity and slowing down of time won't affect him. If Adam Taurus did not have a dense aura, he would have taken major damage, but that wasn't the case. He had a dense aura, as such it made it easier focusing on just hands instead of the rest of his body. Strong enough for his sword Wilt, to absorb all incoming fire attacks.
Cinder was shocked and surprised.
Adam smirked. He puts the blade away, and the world now turns into black and red, something only he can comprehend- however, his target instead of Cinder, it was Mercury.
Mercury was also being affected by Cinder's abilities, after all, she is still not at a level where her powers could distinguish between allies and foes, this is why- the moment the effects disappeared
Adam Taurus unleashed his ability.
SLICE!
The world which was black and red faded to its original color. Mercury- lost both of his legs and yet there was not a single drop of blood. It would seem Adam's thinking was spot on, those little sparks, those were his prosthetic legs.
Mercury's mind instantly was in disarray, first being under the effects of his boss's abilities, then when they wore out, he planned to give Adam a flying kick at his back but suddenly a force of red and black cut through his prosthetic legs breaking them, and now there is nothing to stop his momentum from falling-
Don!
A kick right at the face courtesy of Adam, throwing him away at a great distance.
Adam turned around. He incapacitated the woman's allies. This was now one on one which was much preferred by him as well, even if he can take multiple enemies, his fighting styles prefer one on one.
Cinder was now fuming. Both of her workers were out of commission, she had half the maiden power, doesn't she? Yet, in front of a mere man, a mere Faunus stands resisting her where he should be on the ground begging for mercy.
"If you do not give up now, Adam Taurus, I will make sure that your end becomes very painful, which I will~ very much enjoy."
"Correct me if, I am wrong, but isn't this your second time failing?"
Cinder's smirk morphed into a scowl; she would make sure Adam sees a world of pain.
Cinder threw two more fireballs which Adam easily dodged, however, it ended up hitting one of the tents burning it down, however, a radio fell off starting to play a song- Metal Gear Rising- Rules of Nature.
"What a fitting song- the man- I am sorry, the woman will be killed by the beast." Adam taunted.
Cinder Fall sneered- created two blades of hard-light, her semblance, Scorching Caress, the ability to superheat objects and manipulate their shape, but not just that, she could keep her blades heated up, to deal more damage.
She lunged forward.
Adam did not rush, he did not panic- instead, he simply, dodged the incoming swipes- even if he hated, he did agree to one thing, Cinder Fall is strong. His opponent threw her blades right at him, but something was off- he knew it and jumped as high as he could-
Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
The blades exploded; however, Adam did not have a chance to make his next move as multiple glass swords were thrown at him-
'Fine. Shadows die twice.' Adam thought to himself, finally drawing out Wilt. Normally, his preferred attack is one-shot, ending the enemy with a single attack- but it would seem, in front of this woman, that won't be possible- but this did not mean that Adam couldn't fight with any other stance.
With Wiltdrawn out, in midair Adam deflected the glass swords or shattering them with ease.
The moment he touched the ground he was greeted with a smug Cinder, who was about to tear Adam apart.
Fool. Adam thought.
Cinder's blades rushed, however, Adam just backstepped, that did not stop the girl, however, she once again swung hard, however- Adam's clean swipes broke the blades, his third attack put a cut on her shoulder.
Adam smirked- however, in that moment of desperation, to not show Cinder feared anyone, she took the cut and entered Adam's personal territory and she extended her good arm right at his face grabbing the damned mask and superheating it, exploding right at his face.
Adam stumbled back.
The mask was broken, the attack did hurt, but not enough for Adam's aura to take a critical hit. However, with mask gone- he exposed his scar, his failure, his branding- his no longer functioning left eye with a scar the simply said SDC.
Cinder Fall smirked and taunted- "Look, who's the caged animal now?"
This now got personal.
[Part-4]
If it had been a pure rush of rage, Cinder would have easily avoided…however, it was not a blind fury. Adam Taurus danced, the blades should have struck him, the blades should have damaged him- the blast should keep him down.
No.
A will so strong that Adam's aura was recovering twice as fast as Cinder's, it was getting worse.
Cinder puts her arms on the ground ejecting ice to lock down Adam, however even before the walls of ice could surround him, he leaped and how was sliding along the ice walls.
This was now Adam's turn invading Cinder's personal space. Adam brought down Wilt fully intending to cut off Cinder's arm, however- she, on the other hand, cushioned the attacks of Adam's blade, this did not mean the attacks did not hurt, by all means, Cinder is a technique-based fighter…on the other hand, Adam has both technique and power, which is the worst possible combination for her.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Cinder created blades and Adam destroyed them with ease, by now- the camp was entirely on fire, yet it didn't seem to affect Adam at all, the smoke, the heat.
Adam spun, once again breaking another glass blade, kicking Cinder right at her gut- Cinder didn't have the luxury of time…she backed down just a little then used ice to create a safe distance from her attacker.
"Caught you." Cinder gave a victorious smirk- extending both of her hands she bathed Adam in flames, no matter what an area of effect-based attack cannot be blocked.
The world turned black and red once again- this time, however, Cinder saw it clearly, the mad bull came running towards her, his body on fire and yet that didn't seem to bother him only-
SLASH!
The world returned to its normal color… a beautiful blue sky which was now ruined by the smoke in the camp.
Strange Cinder couldn't feel her right arm. What happened to it? Why was Adam Taurus holding her right arm? Why was he smirking?
Huh? She didn't understand.
Drip…Drip…Drip…
She finally turned her head…below the shoulder, her entire arm was gone. She left it now.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaahhhhhhhhhh!"
Cinder screamed, she did so hard- the raging fear was now bubbling inside her, what occurred? Wasn't she supposed to be a maiden? Weren't maidens the strongest? Even if she had half the power, she should have defeated Adam Taurus, the disgusting animal. Yet here she was at his mercy.
Adam who was smirking, threw Cinder's arm at her which caught her off guard once again, her mind and heart not responding properly, through the pain she looks up but-
Bang!
Adam attacked once again, this time taking her left eye using Blush, the scabbard which was also a high-impact rifle, with how low Cinder's aura was it was easy to take damage from such an attack.
Cinder extends her left arm, just like Amber did- to beg him to stop- just like Amber begged them to stop- they did not stop…neither did Adam.
SLASH!
This time she lost her left forearm entirely, even before she could respond Adam launches Cinder out of the camp using an aura concentrated kick.
"Cinder! Cinder! Cinder!" the bloody nose, the broken face…Emerald somehow to woke up managed to reach Cinder's unconscious bleeding body, Mercury too dragged his body, crawling arrived.
Adam Taurus stood there, his body was burnt at many places, he was cut as well…but it did not bother him. He stood proud, he stood victorious.
"Let this be a message to you human. I, nor my allies in this revolution will aid you, I will not allow any of my people to do your biddings, remember that…bury in in your mind, mark it in your soul. Faunus does not work for humans; I am letting you live- to show who is the superior one among us."
Cinder was barely breathing, her aura was regenerating slowly, she could not heed what Emerald was saying to her- her mind could only hear one thing- the song that started playing during her and Adam's confrontation-
"The time has come to an end
Yeah! This is what nature planned
Being tracked by a starving beast
Looking for its daily feast
A predator on the verge of death
Close to its last breath
Getting close to its last breath
Rules of Nature
And the run when the sun comes up with their lives on the line
Alive
For a while no choice
Gotta follow the laws of the wild
Alive
With their lives on the line
Alive
Out here only the strong survive."
Adam Taurus disappeared walking in the flames of the burning camp.
The beast won; the maiden lost.
{Present Time}
Cinder looks at her arms, the memory resurfaces how she got them back.
{Two days later, after the failed attack on Adam Taurus}
Emerald Sustrai, never met Cinder's superior. To her Cinder was the superior one, however, in recent times, it would seem that her mistress has met with nothing but failure. The biggest example was her losing to Adam Taurus, even though she was supposed to be a maiden. Well, half a maiden.
However, in front of Emerald was a seer-based Grimm, its tentacles protruding everywhere, Cinder asked her to contact the person the Grimm would connect her to Cinder would have talked but, she is now resting…she practically lost both of her arms and left eye, if it wasn't for the aura, she would have died, the doctor they somehow hired has put up with all the medicine they would need.
She was in a bad shape, Adam's punch hurts like a bitch, and she even wasn't aware of the incoming attack. Mercury lost his prosthetic legs, pretty much both of them were taken out well before Adam against her mistress…whose result was, well known.
"Cinder? Why have you contacted me now? Have you already messed up?"
The distorted authoritative voice boomed through the seer, Emerald nearly fell on her ass, who was this person? No, the only thing she knows about her, that she is Cinder's boss.
"Ah. Um…excuse me, my…my name is Emerald Sustrai, I work for Miss Cinder Fall."
"Hm? Cinder has taken pets, has she? So, tell me little insect, why did you contact me and not your owner?"
"I-uh, Cinder is out of commission for a while…she asked of me to talk to you on her behalf."
"She is out of commission? What occurred? Little insect, tell me everything that occurred and DO not leave a single detail or else it would be hazardous for your pathetic existence."
For the first time in life, she felt like just a single misstep would end her existence. She could not talk back to this woman…if she can be called one.
Emerald did what she was asked of, she recollected every single event that occurred…from the failure of taking Amber's full power, to Cinder's condition when she faced Adam. Needless to say, the voice of the monster was not pleased.
"PATHETIC. I gave Cinder purpose, I gave her reason, I gave her a chance…she was a crying little weak girl when I took her and made her strong. This is how she repays me? This is how she does her tasks? Not only that she picked up two little useless humans that are not suitable for any task. If Cinder wasn't important to my work, I would have let her die."
Emerald dare not speak anything, she even kneeled and her eyes were down, it was as if- she looks up, her head would be chopped off.
"Listen to me you pathetic little insect, I am sending one of my men to your location, he will bring the necessities for Cinder and her group of clowns, if…if you fail to get the power of Fall Maiden and the relic, I will personally make sure your lives are turned worse than the depts of hell itself."
The seer disappeared into the darkness. So did Emerald's consciousness.
{Four Days later, after contacting Cinder's Mistress}
Cinder was now a crippled woman. A failed woman and the man in the room made sure to make her realize how much her existence has caused her mistress problems.
Of all people her mistress could send, she sent Nikola Watts. In a way, the man was the bane of her existence, he always made an effort to make sure Cinder felt miserable.
"Look at you dear, the losing of arms and eye, what happen to the boasting you did…that you were the only one worthy of such power presented by the maidens. You cannot carry out a simple task, and even when done- it's half-baked, just like your intelligence."
Reel it in Cinder. Reel it in, if you kill him, your mistress would kill you.
Nikola opened up an overly large metal suitcase, the sound being emitted from the suitcase made Cinder cringe.
"As, you can see…the mistress has sent you, shadow arms, made purely from Grimm, even if they are cut off, they would regenerate, however…since these arms lack soul and they won't become a part of you, these cannot be covered in the aura. I highly suggest, not to perform any foolish act or else something else would get you killed and I won't be around to save you, little girl."
If only Cinder could use her semblance through her glare, Nikola Watts would have turned to dust.
"Now, I have been told that the process is immensely painful."
Cinder waited for the doctor to add more…however as time was passing, he did not say anything.
"And?"
"And what?"
"The process is painful, so for that?"
"For that what?"
Cinder was getting irritated with the conversation, "It's painful, so you have something to counter it, right?"
"No. I do not, you see I forgot to bring the anesthesia, I apologize, but you are a tough girl, right? You can handle it, right?"
The man's smirk… was making Cinder feeling rage just as in her battle with Adam, she wanted to kill him, very well. She will take the pain if it means more power.
"What about my eye?"
"What about it?"
"Won't I get a replacement for my eye?"
Nikola Watts let out a mirthless chuckle, "Of course, mistress knew, but this would be your punishment for failing her. Remember, you are nothing but an insignificant worm under her feet, the fact that she lets you live after your failure just baffles me, but then even worms have their uses, no matter how disgusting might it seem. Now then, let's begin."
Cinder was practically frothing. However, she will endure it. She has to endure it. Even if her screams are being drowned by the Grimm attaching themselves to her arms, she will not lose. She needs power. She will have power.
[Part-5]
{Present Time, Roman Torchwick's hideout.}
Cinder had endured that, she now didn't have an eye, but she did cover it up with her luscious raven hair.
Her encounter with Adam Taurus ended with failure, however, as much as she hated it- Nikola Watts, gave her a suggestion. The White Fang group that functioned in Egypt, had arrived at Vale, one of the nine leaders of White Fang, Sebek Croc would also be present, he is just as influential as Adam Taurus, if not more, however, this time Nikola insisted that he too visits Sebek Croc with Cinder's group.
Cinder reluctantly agreed.
That turned out to be, as much as she hated to admit, the best conversation without any fight. Nikola Watts is a great speaker, he can manipulate people into doing his biddings- he made it very clear in this confrontation, how he stated that Nikola is half Faunus (which is not true), how is Faunus mother was raped and used by men- how he was abandoned, this soothed the White Fang group she was sure she saw tears in Sebek's eye- which was disgusting considering his face looked like that of a crocodile.
Oh, the irony crocodile's tears, Cinder wanted to laugh.
She witnessed Nikola stating how Adam refused to help him, how they attacked his fellow followers? Cinder wanted to barf so badly. Sebek Croc readily agreed, he agreed to help us- in a condition that Vale would be his- Nikola accepted, he just needed the White Fang men to do their bidding.
This was a success, something that Cinder did not do, yet it was. Now, she had a supply of White Fang soldiers, the backing of a White Fang leader, and a huge amount of supply of dust.
Everything was going according to plan; the success rate was high…then the day of the dance arrived.
It would have been so easy to enter the CCT tower had she not been entranced by a ahem certain, dancer. Jaune Arc, an essential nobody, the only good qualification that he has is, he is Pyrrha Nikos's partner, that's all. Nothing more. He is the weakest fighter in the first year, never once won a single fight…he was a failure of a man.
However, that night he came in a dress, just to make his partner cheer up, to keep his word, he wasn't a strong man- but he was someone who would keep his word, and damn the boy had moves, he easily was the best dancer among the first year, if only he used that kind of skill in fighting.
In hindsight, she should have realized that Cinder should plant the virus in the CCT rather than watching a blonde guy with a dummy thick as- should stop right there.
The moment she arrived at the CCT tower, there were no guards? Strange. The moment she made contact outside where she should plant the virus, the main room of the CCT tower, the headmaster Ozpin, the vice-headmistress Glynda Goodwitch, Ozpin's spy Qrow Branwen, General James Ironwood, and Specialist Winter Schnee, were already present there.
This…this should not have occurred; these people should be talking in the headmaster's tower, not the CCT. This brings all the plans she had to fail.
Very well, Cinder Fall will try again tomorrow.
Cinder Fall hated tomorrow. Due to Vale Council elections, the CCT tower was now under lockdown, the students were leaving for a two-month break, as such this forced Cinder to leave as well.
No Fall Maiden's powers. No Relic, Cinder failed as such she had to, no matter how hard it would be, she has to report this to her mistress.
That she did.
"I always knew you were incompetent Cinder, but I did not believe, you would fail at this rate."
"Mistress pleas- "
"Silence, do not speak unless, I have given you chances time and again, now you failed. I should mark your forehead with those words, perhaps every time you would see you disgusting failure of a face, you would realize how much trouble you cause me, just by existing."
Cinder kept quiet; she knew better than to answer her superior.
"I wish…I wish that I could destroy you, but you don't even have the full power of the maiden, killing you would result in the power returning to its rightful owner. Very well, I give you one last chance, one last chance, if you fail, you would wish you were dead."
Cinder gently nodded.
"Go to Camelot, the Relic of Destruction is there, including the Summer Maiden, find her- take her powers, take the Relic of Destruction- destroy Camelot…can you do that?"
Her mistress wordered it so simply, but she knew better than to question what could possibly go wrong. Her mistress did not think about her minions, her mistress wants a job to be done, regardless of how it is done.
"Where will I find this, Summer Maiden?"
"It's quite simple. She goes around the town, around Remnant, claiming that she is Summer Maiden, people think that she is delusional, she is not. She is the real deal, from what I know, there is a tournament going on at Camelot, go there- take out the Summer Maiden, get the relic, destroy Camelot and make sure you kill the King in the process."
"Is killing the king required?"
"Foolish girl, you do not understand how much authority he holds. Even, greater than Ozpin, I expect you to realize this and take this seriously, do not worry I am sending Watts and Tyrian as well to make sure you all succeed."
Great. The two people she hates most will be now joining her, anything else?
"Cinder."
She paused, this tone was different, this was even more serious.
"When I first took you in, I thought you had great potential, however, I am starting to see that is not the case. I will not extend this conversation, however, do remember. There are fates worse than death."
Cinder Fall did not reply.
Nor did she see a joker card on the roof.
Roman Torchwick is in a happy mood, why wouldn't he be? The man finally got hold of some really juicy information…and the hold of his base where he can smoke alone.
Geeze, taking care of three highly untrained children who think that their nefarious plan would work, without even realizing who the world works.
Marcus's Black son was a part of the group too, hm, you would think that he would be a good assassin, he isn't…he is way too soft-hearted, only last time when he and his partner went to go and kill Tsukon, they didn't actually kill him, they just sent him to a different place. The kids don't have what it takes to kill…even though, he knows Mercury killed his old man, well…he won't be bothered with what the kids do.
Roman Torchwick called up the perfect person for this kind of information
"Torchwick."
"Goodness sire, didn't realize that you would figure out the little old me, with just my voice, is it perhaps you still like me," Roman spoke almost in a smug tone, playing with cards in his hands.
"Just because you aren't near Camelot, does not mean that I can't kill you."
"Scary, King Pendragon, scary indeed…however, if you wanted me dead, you would have killed me a long time ago, no?"
"…"
"Case in point, so Kyrios, are you interested in the information?"
"Go on."
"Half the fall has been sent your way, accomplices of darkness follow her bright in the day…they are hungry cows, coming for the hay."
"What do you need in return?"
"Bathe me in lien, also, perhaps you could add Holmes to the situation."
"What does Sherlock, has to do with this?"
"Oh, he would enjoy the company of the people arriving there, believe me."
"We never had this conversation."
"Chaíre, King Pendragon."
The connection was cut off, as soon as it was- a huge amount of money was transferred to Roman's secret bank account.
"Well, well, well…I did not know that the Great thief, Roman Torchwick is a player on both fields."
Roman turned his head- he was greeted by the sight of Sebek Croc and the goons of White Fang.
"Pray tell, why is an esteemed leader of White Fang and his followers are here at my hideout, do you want me to serve you something? Would you fancy tea? Coffee? Perhaps wine?"
If Roman was scared, he did not show it in his face, looking at the crowd against him all alone.
"I came here to meet that girl Cinder, our plan was thwarted, I needed to vent my frustration, so…I came here, look what I found, Roman Torchwick selling information to the King of Camelot himself. No wonder the underworld has failed to do something successfully in the past fifteen years when you surfaced, you have been selling information from this side to the other, do you have no shame? Do you have no morals?"
Sebek Croc was furious, he was seething, at a fellow criminal selling his own, he was expecting an apology- perhaps begging but instead-
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah…."
He received Roman Torchwick's laugh, all the members of the White Fang were now confused.
"Morals? Code? Do you expect a thief to follow it? Do you expect me the Grand Master of Thievery to follow it? Why should I honor treat rapists? Why should I honor treat mass murders? Why should I honor treat anyone? I am the necessary evil of the world White Fang, I do what needs to be done to maintain balance, after all, I am someone who earns from both sides."
Roman's small speech was followed by a bow of the neck and the signature tipping of his black blower hat.
"Well then Torchwick, it would seem that I have to kill, you."
"You are welcome to try."
The moment the final declaration was made, multiple Faunus dashed towards him, the lighting was dim, it was favorable for them, normal criminal would have run away.
Roman wasn't a normal criminal, he is a smooth criminal.
Melodic Cudgel, whoever called his beautiful weapon just a cane, never lived to see the shining sun the next day, these Faunus…such a shame.
Multiple riled up on Roman but it did not matter to him.
Slide!
He ducked and slide right through them, multiple shots were fired at him as well but it did not matter as he just deflected them with Melodic Cudgel, however, the cane wasn't his only weapon.
Deflecting and parrying multiple attacks, Roman did a backflip, slide across the room…used the wall as momentum measure, and jumped high at the ceiling hanging through the broken chandelier.
Roman smirked, his eyes were glowing deep pink, so was his aura, the playing cards that he held in his hand he threw them off, multiple cards reached different places in the room- they too were glowing dark pink in color and then-
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The falling cards exploded, Sebek Croc, used his aura and his skin to tank the damage, but he still got hit.
Sebek Croc, proud leader of White Fang, came here to exact justice from humans who failed them, was now staring at dead bodies of his men, his creed.
A minute ago, it all seemed that they had an obvious advantage over Roman Torchwick, the next thing he witnesses, everyone in the room, except him had died. The explosion took someone's head off, someone's intestine had fallen off, some have even destroyed the upper and/or the lower portion of the body…none of them lived.
In the middle of the place, is a smirking Roman Torchwick, lighting up his cigar, with almost a pleasant expression on his face, as if he did not just murder a bunch of Faunus.
"What- the…what did you do? We were informed, everyone in the underworld knows that Roman Torchwick has now semblance! What did you do?"
Roman let out a mirthless chuckle.
"The underworld is built on deceit and lies as well Sebek, I lied. Why should I reveal that I have a semblance? After all, no one would be alive to tell the tale."
Sebek was about to counter when suddenly-
Melodic Cudgel's blade pincered his neck, the last thing that would always haunt him was the sardonic smile that Roman had-
"You've been hit by a smooth criminal."
Neopolitan, it's a name, not just an ice cream, just call Neo, not the one in the movie Matrix, just Neo, it's short, it's sweet and it's deadly.
She is also, Roman Torchwick's number one henchman who is just as good at the task, as her boss. It came as no surprise when suddenly Roman called for aid, it wasn't for a fight she knew, if it would have been a battle, Roman won't lose.
That was the case. Roman did not lose, however, his hideout was now filled with dead bodies of Faunus and one of them- was one of the leaders of White Fang, things would be messy if someone finds the bodies of these people, this would cause Faunus to rise, and Sebek Croc used to lead the Egyptian side of the branch, civil war may even break out there, so the problem is simple-
"Neo, suggestion to hide the bodies?"
Neo help up a sign, which Roman read out loud, "Welcome to Neopolitan Chemistry Classes!"
Roman gave a deadpan expression, "What?"
Once again, the sign rearranged itself,
"In today's Neopolitan Chemistry Class, Miss Neo will teach you how to dispose of bodies without leaving a trace behind, the trick is Piranha Solution!
To do this you would require-
To create a large crater.
Find highly refined fire and wind dust. (Can be found in Neo's bedroom)
Highly concentrated sulfuric acid and hydrogen peroxide. (Can also be found in Neo's bedroom)
Borosilicate glass sheet. (Can also be found in Neo's bedroom)
[Ps- Ignore the bodies in the fridge when retrieving materials from Neo's bedroom]"
Roman Torchwick did not question, he did not want to know. This little gremlin is nothing but problems.
For the next two hours, Roman did as Neo instructed him to create a large crater, then he made sure he put the proper amount of aura through the refined fire and wind dust because it is much more combustible than ordinary dust. After that placing, the dust Borosilicate glass sheet was placed above it. Now for the final part, filling it with concentrated Sulfuric Acid, after which exactly 30% hydrogen peroxide was added.
Then Roman had to do the next disgusting stuff, he had to gather all the bodies in a container, every single body part…disgusting it maybe it was the task.
When Roman brought the dead bodies, he was shocked to see bubbling water releasing steam, Neo once again puts up a sign-
"Piranha solution, which is a mixture of sulfuric acid and hydrogen peroxide. It forms an extremely strong oxidizer that can vaporize most organic materials, like paper, into CO2 gas- in this case, human bodies."
Neo, who has a sweet smile on her face kicks the container that had the bodies, into the pit of the solution, and what Roman saw, shocked him- instantly the container and the bodies, within seconds disappeared.
"That's all for today's classes, see you in the next episode."
Also, Roman and I destroyed his old base too, so no one could trace us.
"I too am a smooth criminal."
"Neo, remind me not to drink anything you offer me."
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Author's Notes: -
I kind of bullied Cinder? Sorry for that.
So, originally, I planned on much more detailed training regimen for Jaune, but I decided...wait! Jaune is the main character doesn't mean he will get all the screen time and the others won't. Villains and Heroes are two side of the same coins, I need to focus on Character development of both Heroes and Villains, as such this was more of a Cinder's flash back of her failure . Also, yeah, I am sorry, but no OP maiden, the maiden power belonged to Ozma, except for his reincarnations no one else can use the full potential of it as such, they can use all the powers of dust without using dust and they have unlimited ammo for that, that's all.
I changed Arthur Watts name to Nikola Watts, because to me it would be much more fitting, because I have different use for the name Arthur.
Finally, Roman ain't weak, neither is Adam. That is the reason Cinder failed and turned to one of a different White Fang leader, because let's get real, a high organization like this would have multiple leaders, even though Roman killed the crocodile. Also, Romaaaaaaan is Greek, expect his dialect like that.
Also, the idea that Neo is a scientist just randomly popped at my head when I was watching Nielred, I was like, damn, I could make Neo a smart girl. Yeah, so there is that.
Also, Adam likes Metal Gear, the boy got good taste.
Story Notes:-
Cinder's plan is changed in this story.
Arthur Watts name is switched to Nikola Watts, for it to be more fitting.
Roman has a semblance which no one knows of.
Sebek Croc is one of the nine White Fang leaders, along side Adam Taurus, he is a crocodile Faunus.