My inspiration is still going strong so here we are. Though I admit that writing season 1 is going to be difficult. It's just so linear for the first half! Luckily, Slate's little alliance with Ozpin should provide him with more than enough wiggle room to act.

On with the story!

"So little big man, what did you do to get a call from the headmaster? He almost never does that." Yang came out of nowhere and damn near clotheslined me into the floor. Thankfully my energy senses, primitive as they may be, saved me from that bit of embarrassment. Instead, I was currently experiencing a strange mix of pleasure and displeasure from getting smothered into Yang's impressive chest…

"Ynng ndd do brethv, dnt rsh tho" My muffled voice sounded off from her cleavage, which apparently tickled her just enough for her to let go right away. "Ah, sweet oxygen! Not that I minded my earlier position. That was quite bold of you Yang, at least buy me a drink first."

"...You're lucky you're cute. I've broken jaws for less monkey boy." The slightly racist jibe was taken in good fun. This wasn't the first time we've gotten into verbal brawls and it likely wouldn't be the last. "So, are you gonna answer my question, or does team RWBY need to squeeze it out of you?"

"Kinky, but there's no need. Ozpin just needed to talk to me about the upcoming Vytal Festival. Apparently having an extra person who isn't part of an established team messed up the regular tournament style so I was asked not to participate." I lied smoothly, I'd simply not enter, I had more important things to do anyway.

"What?! Why would they do that?! And why do you sound so ok with it? I thought you wanted to be the best student here." Yang asked, surprised, and furious over the missed opportunity. For what, I wasn't too sure.

"And I still do, I just don't need a massive public tournament to prove that. I don't like being some kind of mainstream attraction to the public anyway, I'll let you guys enjoy the limelight." I never liked public performances, call it stage fright, call it a minor case of agoraphobia, they just never sat right with me.

"...Fine, but what about our rivalry? If you're not gonna fight in the tournament then how are we going to settle things? Pyrrha too, she was really looking forward to facing you in the finals." Because who else would it be? Pyrrha, Yang, and I were without a doubt the best fighters in Beacon, even counting the upper-year students. Granted I only gained my reputation thanks to my more versatile power-set and my semblance.

"What are you talking about? We're still in our first semester and we have four years to go Yang. There's more than enough time for me to kick your ass, and I'm sure I'll fight Pyrrha more than enough in that amount of time. You'll both get your chance." Yang scoffs at this, blushing a bit.

"Don't get so ahead of yourself monkey boy. I'll beat you eventually, you can't hide behind that stupid semblance of yours forever." Which was fair, my semblance wasn't perfect. Pyrrha already figured out how to counter it more or less which was quite the reality check for me.

Flashback, first combat class.

A broken and battered Cardin Winchester flopped onto the ground, his armor had a few decently sized dents in it and his face showed similar signs of getting its shit kicked in. "L-lucky shot." Was all he could say before falling unconscious. As he was getting moved to the infirmary by his team, our teacher addressed me directly.

"Good work Mr. Slate, another flawless victory. Would you like to choose your next opponent or will you leave it up to random chance again?" Glynda offered me after seeing that I wasn't learning much fighting against the regular students in her class.

"You heard the lady Pyrrha! Give me a challenge, tell you what, I'll even use my real gear for this one." I put on the show of walking to my changing room in order to equip my Frieza force armor and to pull out Kurikara. This was going to be so much fun! I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't bother waiting until Pyrrha finished changing before heading out into the arena.

Luckily, the red-haired spartan was equally excited about the upcoming battle since I didn't even need to wait more than a minute before she emerged from her own side. A wide smile was on her face, it would seem that she was looking forward to this too.

3rd Person fight POV

"I hope that I can give you the fight you're looking for Slate. Though I'll be honest, your semblance seems quite powerful." To her and everyone else in the bleachers, it looked like Slate's opponents simply couldn't hit him. The Saiyan always dodged by the smallest margin, seemingly predicting his opponent's every move, and his own attacks never failed to land, it was obvious that something was going on but nobody was sure what that was.

"I'd say the same to you, we're pretty similar in that case. Though we have opposite weaknesses." You can't read the mind of a machine...Except maybe Penny, huh, that should be an interesting meeting? 'Ah, Pyrrha's getting close to the truth' Slate thought, reading her mind the whole time. Javelin throw, dead-center.

Intrigued by Pyrrha's straightforward approach Slate chose to simply dodge to the right and wait for her next move, one which came even quicker than the last and with just as little planning. All she did was charge straight at him and attempted a shield bash, one which Slate dodged just as easily. It would seem that his opponent was going for a fast and simple approach.

"Making your moves simpler isn't going to cut it. My turn." Slate unsheathed Kurikara and went for a straight jab at her shoulder where there was no armor, along the way he manipulated Pyrrha's mind into seeing him move a tiny bit slower than he actually was along with a tiny degree of magnification to throw her off. It was one of his simpler yet highly effective tricks.

*Clang "!" Slate gasped as his blade met Pyrrha's own milliseconds before it could touch her skin, a block that should have been impossible while Pyrrha's senses were being messed with. It was almost as if she could sense the attack comi-

"Damn extra senses." Apparently, her Polarity was similar to his telekinesis, she 'felt' everything that she affected and used that to accurately block his attack. "Impressive, but let's see you do that without any metal to lock on too." In hindsight, he probably should have started with this. Why fight the prodigious spartan in a sword fight when you could blast her from a distance?

"Gekiretsu Madan!" Slate decided to take a weapon from Gohan's arsenal this time, a rapid-fire volley of small Masenkos all aimed in Pyrrha's general direction. Each one packing enough punch to rival Nora's grenades and with enough speed to rival Ruby's sniper rounds.

...And Pyrrha just no-sold all of it by effectively creating her own version of a ki barrier with her magnetism. "...Well shit." Right. Plasma. Magnetism. "Melee it is, sorry about this Pyrrha but I'll be mind screwing you way more from now on." Something that was easier said than done of course. There was a reason why Slate kept his mind fuckery to a minimum up until this point.

Three copies of the Saiyan were spawned in Pyrrha's mind, each one attacking barehanded from a different angle, each one doing so with a slightly different speed, orientation, and method of attack. A flying kick, a straight punch, a fucking spin kick of all things, and another ki blast.

'No, that one's clearly fake, I can't sense any magnetic influence with that one. Tricky, this is much more fun than I ever imagined!' Pyrrha thought, which was broadcasted to Slate's mind. Not that it helped him much since the spartan managed to see through his illusions once more, hitting the real body straight on and taking a good chunk of Slate's aura along the way.

Though not before she was struck by an actual ki blast that Slate fired at point-blank range, dealing a good bit of damage before the ball of plasma was dispersed by his opponent's semblance. "That's one hit for each of us. Damn, I knew you were the strongest but this is ridiculous! And it's not just your semblance, your physical fitness, your battle sense, and even your reaction time is top-notch." Slate complimented his opponent.

"And you are by far the strangest fighter I've ever faced. Even now I only have a vague idea of what your semblance is, and even then it would not explain everything you've shown off." Pyrrha complimented right back. Nobody could really deny her either, plasma attacks, some kind of mental manipulation, telekinesis. Nobody else even came close to that degree of versatility from their semblance.

"Thanks, and if you'd like I'd be happy to talk to you about it later. But for now, let's finish this properly." This was going to be do or die, either Slate would find a way to trick Pyrrha into messing up, or he'd get his shit kicked in by the clearly superior fighte. 'And my semblance costs quite a bit of aura and concentration to use... Shit.'

One ass-kicking and a few weeks later, end flashback

"I'll hold you to that Yang, Pyrrha's great and all but I'd rather have more than just one rival. There are few things that I hate more than complacency and having more people push me forward will help me prevent that. And of course, there's Ruby." My fellow prodigy, except she actually was one. I was just clever and lucky enough to have a versatile power, she was something truly special.

"Damn straight, my little sis' got a long way to go but she's already gotten so far. She's still way too reliant on her weapon though, her hand to hand combat skills are pretty much zero." Considering the fact that she took a few hits from a non-fused Oscar of all people. Yeah, I could concur.

"She'll get there, everyone has their comfort zone when they start. We have our semblances, she has Crescent Rose, I'm sure we'll all branch out eventually, I sure as hell have to if I'm ever going to get a win on Pyrrha." I'll need to work on some actual martial arts instead of just relying on my physical prowess...Or I could pull a Muten Roshi and just get absolutely jacked to the point of fancy techniques being obsolete.

"Hey, at least I don't use my semblance in every fight señor mind screw." Yang took exception to that, I rolled my eyes.

"That's because you actually have to be losing a fight for your semblance to come into play in the first place. Tell you what, I'll fight differently in our next sparring match and show you just what I mean, but for now, I have some stuff to do. Later." I walked off after delivering my challenge/threat. It's best for her to learn this now rather than later with Adam.

'Now, let's get started on learning that technique. It's no Kage Bunshin but it will have to do.' By the end of the semester, Tien Shinhan's coolest technique would be mine! The Shishin no Ken, one of the coolest, and more importantly, useful techniques in all of Dragon Ball! Especially for those with a limited amount of time and too many projects to juggle at once.

1 week timeskip, Forever Fall

My progress towards learning the Shishin no ken was going...Rather poorly actually. This wasn't another simple energy attack that I could easily manipulate and fire off. This was a physical technique that actually changed my body, dividing it along with my power evenly amongst four bodies.

Currently, I did manage to access the technique's lesser version, the Shiyōkenor the four supernatural fists technique. Which was progress I suppose, being able to create two extra arms was a start. Now I just had to push that all the way up to six! Including a few more legs, heads, and organs of course...This was going to take a while.

"Slate! Stop just standing there and help us out with collecting this sap, Weiss and Ruby have no idea how to use a spile and Nora keeps drinking her share." ...Right, I should focus on the task at hand. Though truthfully I had no idea what I was doing either. I wasn't exactly a nature person.

"E-eh, sure. Hey Ren, can you just tell me where to put the holes? I can plug them all myself but that's about it." I asked the resident nature guru for some help. Working together, we managed to set up a full nine jars worth of the pink stuff. Well, nine permanent jars, two extra were set up at any given moment to keep Nora's appetite at bay.

"Is that stuff really that good?" I dipped my finger directly into one of the trees and took a sample for myself. "Holy crap that's way too sweet!" It was like a liquid fried Batata mixed with sugar, but somehow even drier! I could barely swallow it as it coagulated in my mouth. "How can people eat that raw?"

"They don't, usually it's mixed with pasties or other sweets or with water and other flavorings as a drink. Please don't use Nora as an example for normal eating habits." Ren filled me in. Hot damn Nora had a strong stomach. And that was coming from the Saiyan!

"By the way, are we going to talk about why team CRDL is trying to hide in that bush less than 20 meters away while still wearing their shiny plate armor." I say out loud, seriously, how did they get away with that in canon, they were right there and it wasn't like they were being quite about it. Hell, I could hear the rapier wasps from here.

'Speaking of which, fuck that!' I think before sending a ki blast in the vague location of the wasps. I don't give a crap about how strong myself or any of my teammates are, wasps are demons and I'll eliminate them on sight if able. Well, most of them anyway. Some of the wasps seemed to have survived and were now chasing team CRDL around.

"Well, that's my good deed for the day, anybody got a camera?" I asked, already memorizing the scene in front of me, but a backup never hurt.

"Already on it." Yang gave me the thumbs up, her scroll already up and recording the chaos. The fear caused by CRDL running around like a headless chickens did eventually rouse the sleeping bear from cannon...And put it in the path of eight, arguably thirteen if you counted CRDL and Jaune, huntsmen and huntresses in training…

Yeah, the poor thing didn't last two seconds before getting blasted both literally and figuratively by the small army of hormonal teenagers plus one geezer in disguise. "Poor thing, it didn't even stand a chance. I shall now dub him Wojtek, may his non-existant soul rest in peace." Hopefully the badass name will turn the poor shadow creature into a badass demon lord in its next life.

"Did you just pray for the grimm we just killed?" I ignored Blake's question. She just didn't understand. "By the way, why is Jaune passed out already? He was tired like this since the start of the day for some reason and he seemed to be hanging out with you and Pyrrha the most recently." Blake didn't particularly care about the blonde as anything more than a vaguely friendly acquaintance but it seemed polite to ask.

"Oh don't worry about him, we've just been training him into the ground for the past week. This is his day off so he's probably still a bit sore. Isn't that right Jaune?!" I asked the groaning teen, the allergy he had to the red sap and his own exhaustion doing a number on him.

"First rule of Slate's training, don't talk about Slate's training!" ...Man its wonderful putting the fear of Popo into poor, unsuspecting scrubs. And Pyrrha turned out to be an absolutely wonderful co-drill sergeant. Hopefully the bad cop worse cop dynamic we had going on would get their relationship rolling a bit easier in this timeline.

Speaking of better timelines, Cinder and her posse should be in Vale by now. Now the only question is, should I screw with them?...Oh who am I kidding?

Of course I would.

Chapter end! Like I said, not much happens in season 1 on the Beacon side of things other than establishing the main characters so this is going pretty slow. Hopefully things should speed up by next chapter as our boy Slate accelerates the plot himself, for better or for worse...Let's be real, it'll probably be for the lols.