Hello my peeps!
Next chapter is here! I do apologize for making you all wait as long as you have, but here's the thing: I need inspiration to write my stories and after digging my old xbox out of storage, i got plenty of it. At this time, i would like to thank all those who had supported this story and stuck with it, as i hit a few bumps while writing, so thanks a lot my peeps. I'd also like to thank, one Stratos263 for you're support of my every story and sticking with me ever since i first started, it means a lot and i hope to keep earning you're support. Now as always i don't own Rwby nor do i own claymore itself.
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Chapter 3: Return Of The Arc's Faint Smile
As soon as Teresa stepped through the portal, the small deity's smile turned into a scowl.
"I know you're there. You might as well come out...brother gods."
Nothing but silence regained in the endless white void, as there was nothing here but herself, but she knew better. She could sense those two asshats. And she could feel they were none to pleased with her.
Not that she gave a flying fuck what they thought, they created this mess and she was going to fix it.
No matter what.
Then without warning, two more beings come into focus. The god of light and the god of darkness.
In his humanoid form, the God of Darkness appears as a slim male with curved, segmented horns that arc back over his head and curve upward to a point just over the back of his cranium. His form is a deep purple that seems to draw in surrounding light. Like his brother, the Dark God's face is utterly devoid of features, though humanoid contours are present.
The god of light looked like his brother in his humanoid form. The God of Light appears as a tall, naked, humanoid male with a crown of antlers upon his head. His complexion is a softly glowing light gold, his build is muscular and his face devoid of features.
Though neither had an actually face's, she can feel them glaring at her.
"Umarekawari(reincarnation) we need to talk."
The now named Umarekawari merely grunted at the GOL's tone of voice,"Yes we do."
With Teresa/Jaune
Teresa blinked once.
Then twice, her sliver eyes looking around the now destroyed village. Form the looks of it, the stench of fire, blood and death itself lingered in the air, making the blond narrow her eyes, once more taking a look around.
She knew this place.
All the building were smashed and destroyed, with embers still burning form the piece's of wood that weren't turned to ash just yet. Which weren't many left, as everywhere Teresa looked, she saw nothing but destruction. Looking it over, she swore, not even the yoma were this bad when they attacked a village.
Blood stained the ground and remaining buildings. Those who fell to the Grimm, had their bodies laid about the village, with arms, legs and body piece's scattered around the ground. People's face's were completely disfigured with claw marks, others had there face's skinned and torn off. Many of them had thier torn bodies, and ripped apart that now layed across the village.
Teresa could only shake her head.
Despicable.
This wasn't Grimm just eating, this was mindless, mass slaughter. Hell did the Grimm even eat? As far as Teresa knew they didn't, so did this mean the Grimm killed just for the sake of killing?
For sport?
The thought alone made Teresa's blood boil with anger.
Truly despicable creature's. Worse then the yoma and it made her despise the two brother gods even more for hat they have done.
Sighing again Teresa moved her sliver eyes to rest in the burned and crisp remains of house's.
"To think"
She thought to herself with a bitter smile,"i died for this."
Rather Jaune Arc did, but did it really matter anymore. What's done is done and while she cannot not change the past, she can change the dark future that remnant was heading towards.
"Starting with Torchwick."
By removing Roman this early in the game, Teresa knew she would delay Cinder's plans, if only by a few days it's a good start at stopping Cinder and ultimately Salem herself. With that in mind, Teresa started to go, noting she had her old armor on and her claymore on her back.
Good.
She honestly felt naked without it.
Getting up, she started to make her way back to Beacon academy. The school would be the catalyst for what is to come and how everything gets set into motion, so with that in mind, Teresa decide it would be best if she be there, to prevent them form setting the chain of events that would cause Beacon's downfall.
"No matter how i look at it, they'll be opportunities to take out Torchwick, Taurus and Sustrai. Two being the main key components for her plan to work. Torchwick has gathered enough dust, but without Taurus the white fang will never listen to Fall and Sustrai's semblance is a one of a kind. Finding another person with that kind of semblance to frame Yang would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, but with a limited timeline, it WILL be impossible."
Killing Torchwick would merely be a bonus at this point in time. Without him to take the blame for everything, Cinder would have to find someone new to take the fall and have to be as component as Torchwick, if not better then the master thief himself. Despite being a criminal, Roman was a trained and powerful huntsman in his own right and knew how to fight dirty. The only reason he didn't kill Ruby when they first met or at the docks, was because he knew Beacon and all of Vale's law enforcement would be on his ass, faster then you could say "Nevermore".
Despite those dark thoughts, Teresa smiled to herself. As much as she'd love to just simple kill Cinder and be done with it but a quick death would be too good for Cinder. Oh no, she needed to suffer for all the death, pain and sorrow she's willing cause, just for power.
Power that never has never been, nor will it be her's. Not if Teresa had anything to say about it that is. Teresa knew she was a monster, this she had no problem admitting, but Cinder...
That woman was evil incarnate, worse then the yoma.
Teresa's eyes narrowed once more and just like those bandit's, she'll die.
Like a dog.
So lost in her own train of thought, Teresa didn't realize she had passed through the town square. Or at least the former town square. Shaking her head, Teresa made to keep moving on but when she passed by an old slowly burning building, she froze at seeing herself in the mirror.
Or rather HIMSELF.
Teresa didn't see herself, but saw Jaune Arc.
But it wasn't Jaune Arc she saw either.
The person Teresa saw was indeed male, seeing as the two piece gray body suit hugged every inch of his body showing a man in his prime and in the best physical shape a guy can be in. He stood about 6'2 foot tall, with a lean but muscular body, complete with an 8 pack abs and small muscle's all over his body. His hair was still as long, pale and wavy, as it was when he was still Teresa and it still reached his mid back. But his face was more masculine then feminine. With a strong jawline and the beginnings of a beard showing, with a five o'clock shadow on his face.
Silently Ter-Jaune brought his much larger hand up to his face, in shock. His hair was parted at his forehead, letting everyone see his pale skin and now sliver eyes. Blinking the now man could only stare at his reflection,"Who is that? Is that me? Is this me?"
He didn't have time to prouder on his own question, when his head snapped to the left sensing a yoki signature. A signature that had screamed yoma.
"No not yoma. This energy,"
He frowned as he took a deeper feel of it,"It FEELS like a yoma's energy, but it's not. It's darker, wilder and more primal. Too dark to be another warrior's and too wild to be an awakened being's and far too low to be one of the creatures of the abyss. This IS remnant, that much is obvious, as this is the village were Jaune...no I fell, so that means..."
He narrowed his eyes, as a pair of hateful red eyes stared at him form within the darkness of the forest.
"Grimm."
Emerging form the forest, were a pack of Beo-wolves and four Ursa Major's. All of them snarled hateful at Jaune and were looking like they were itching for a fight, something that confused Jaune. Did Grimm normally act like that? They looked like they were barely holding themselves back form lunging themselves at him, in what appeared to be a desperate attempt to kill him?
Why?
"Is it because of my yoki?"
Jaune thought to himself, before letting one of Ter-HIS infamous faint smile's come to his lips.
"Infamous or famous, depending on who you're asking i suppose. And i WILL make it feared never the less."
Never the less, Jaune decide he'd show these Grimm what it's like to be scared. To feel completely and utterly overwhelmed with terror and being helpless to stop their own death. Much like how they've done that to so many innocent people, Jaune would do it to them.
Without warning, a cyclone of pure power colored blue surrounded Jaune's body, causing the snarling Grimm to stop dead in their tracks. The cyclone of power, destroying and tearing the ground up beneath his feet. It cause a powerful shockwave to not only whip around the Grimm, but threw a good amount of Tree's, grass, animals and even debride form the now destroyed village to be thrown away by the powerful shockwave.
At the same time Jaune's metallica sliver eyes flashed a demonic gold, with silts to form his pupils form their original round ones.
Little did Jaune know, his actions would cause their own chain of events to happen, that would changed the course of the future in ways he never could have imaged. For you see...he wasn't the only warrior to come back form the past.
At Beacon Academy
Headmaster Ozpin all but glared out the window of his clock like themed office/tower, feeling an emotion he hasn't felt in a very long time:
Anger.
Ozpin himself looked to be a middle-aged man with tousled silver hair and thin brown eyes. He has a light complexion and sharp facial features. Interestingly, Ozpin has black eyebrows, suggesting that he may have had black hair when he was wears shaded glass spectacles and a small, purple, cross-shaped pin on the cowl around his neck. His outfit mainly consists of an unzipped black suit over a dark green, buttoned vest and green shirt. He also wears black trouser shoes and long, dark-green pants. In addition to his cane, which at the moment was threatening to break under his grip.
Ozpin liked to think he was a clam man. He was an understanding man and he doesn't judge people for what they've done, as their's a chance he's both, done it and possible done far worse. But...THIS!
What Glynda has done, what his students did, what Mr. Arc parents did...
It's unforgivable.
Ozpin's eyes were sharp, his muscles coiled like steel and if he had Miss Xiao Long's semblance his eyes would have turned red and his hair, aflame. Brothers above he's never been more anger with anyone, then he was at Miss Goodwitch. Not only did she do a shitty job as a combat teacher, she'd blatantly and knowingly let Mr. Arc get bullied and did NOTHING to stop the now former bully of beacon, Mr. Winchester form tormenting not only Mr. Arc but Ms. Scarlatina as well.
But what Glynda has done, has crossed the line for the old headmaster.
Unpon the return of team's RWJBY and NPR, many if not all the students were in tears, with Miss Rose, Miss Valkyrie, Miss Nikos and even Miss Schnee were crying really hard and the rest of them were holding back, but it was clear to the old headmaster, they were on the verge of breaking. Only staying strong for their teammates.
Glynda however had this look on her face, one of shock, disbelief, regret and finally a hint of pride as well. When he asked what happened, Ozpin felt two emotions:
One of them, being the feeling proud and pride of Mr. Arc's actions. As he knew, understood the meaning, what it truly mean's to be a huntsman: No matter how high the odd's are stacked against you, no matter how impossible it seems, a huntsman fights to protect the innocent.
Till the bitter end.
Next, was anger. Anger at Mr. Arc for so selflessly throwing his life away like he did. Anger at Glynda for not even TRYING to stop him. Anger at all the students that bullied and hated Mr. Arc for such a stupid and childish reasons, such as forged paper's. Anger at the Arc family for putting their own son through complete hell and for what?
Because he wasn't a prodigy?
It made Ozpin sick to his stomach, as while he has seen such people throughout his many, and i do mean, MANY reincarnation's, this one was the one that made him the sickest so far.
Sighing, Ozpin merely looked at his cane, noting the cracked handle had left some splinter's in his hand and the handle itself has a few cracks in it. Tossing the cane in his other hand, he grimaced at seeing he left an imprint on the handle of his cane. Sighing again, he moved to go get some bandages, when he felt IT.
Freezing, Ozpin's head wiped around, seeing a tower of blue light erupt form in the direction of the village, Mr. Arc had fallen at. The tower isn't what shocked him, it was the energy itself and how it felt very familiar too. It was like HER'S.
"H-how? It's impossible, she's dead."
Back when he was one of the creature's of the abyss, Ozpin can and will freely admit, Teresa of the faint smile was a bloody monster. Her power alone sacred Ozpin and her acute yoki sensing technique alone, made her the best warrior to fight awakened beings. Combining that with her skills with a sword and her skills easily surpassing every warrior before her, Ozpin firmly believed, Teresa was the strongest warrior to ever walk the planet.
Possible stronger then even Priscilla.
But she DIED, when Priscilla awakened and was it just him, or did the yoki feel familiar to Mr. Arc's aura mixed in that tower of power as well? Ozpin could feel sweat dripping down his forehead.
What the fuck was going on?
In the Grimmlands
At the same time, in her own dark tower Salem froze, much like Opzin. Only she didn't feel just shock, she felt fear. Fear of the tower of power, not at the sheer power alone, but the fear of the owner.
"T-this power, it, it feels like...HER'S!"
Salem's skin is a deathly pallor, with jet black sclerae in her eyes, and glowing crimson irises that shine brighter when she is agitated. While she initially retained her half-bun hairdo for her now bleached, pale white hair, she has since re-styled it into a larger bun with six offshoots wrapped together that also suspends several obsidian-colored ornaments. Over the passage of time, she has since grown dark purple veins that line her face and arms, and now has a black diamond-shaped marking in the center of her forehead. She currently wears a very long, short-sleeved black robe that obscures her feet and partially drags across the ground, complete with a long shawl emblazoned with three interconnected, maroon-colored vertical elliptic sigils resembling a trio of overseeing eyes above a series of maroon-colored diamond emblems. She also wears a ring resembling an insect on her right index finger.
For the first time in a long time, Salem being too feel herself sweat, out of fear.
Fear of that power.
Fear of the eruption of it.
Fear of the one, whom it belong to.
Fear of Teresa of the faint smile.
For in that moment when this familiar feeling of fear settled into Salem's black heart, all she could do is remember a smile. A faint one, one that had beaten her, humiliated her and taught her the true meaning of fear. For in that moment, Salem knew one thing for certain, one signal fact all of remnant would soon learn the hard way.
SHE has returned.
Back with Jaune
Just as quickly as the yoki tower appeared, it quickly vanished as Jaune merely gave the gathered Grimm a faint smile. One that held a promise of a coming storm.
One that held promise to change remnant for the better.
One that held promise to prevent the dark future.
But most importantly, it promised one thing:
Teresa, no JAUNE of the faint smile has returned.
May god and the twins have mercy on his enemies, because Jaune won't.
Done.
And oh boy, wasn't that worth the wait. Don't worry my lovely peeps, the next chapter will reveal all, as you may have already noticed Ozpin and Salem are indeed form Teresa's era, but WHO are they? Find out next chapter my peeps!
Devil out.