I don't own anything except for my character.
But one can dream can't they?
"Speaking"
'Thinking'
System
"OP CHARACTER TALKING"
Chapter One;
An End To The Boredom,
Wha- where oh. Endless black infinity stretches around me and a light blue screen rests in front of me. I got motherfuckin isekai'd. Eh, well my escapism has prepared me for this.
"So how do I start this?" Conveniently text floods onto the screen as I ask my question.
To start the game please confirm that you would like to participate, by selecting yes or no.
[Y/N]
Pressing yes, I grin as the "game" brings up a character creation screen, this is gonna be fun.
How long has it been now, 2 years? 2 whole years since I was reborn. Being birthed with full consciousness has got to be one of the worst experiences of my life, being left to an orphanage almost immediately afterward only slightly worse. Over the 2 years I've been here I've realized 2 major things, the first being where I am or more specifically what universe I'm in and what time it is in said universe. From what I've observed so far, I am in the Rwbyverse 16 years before cannon.
The matron of the orphanage is a kindly old woman who treats us to hot meals and bed time stories, often doing all the chores with little assistance from her daughter (whenever she shows up). When the matron takes us to the local library I usually end up in the non-fiction section reading up on either the history of Remnant or anything I can find about aura and fighting. If I want to do anything worthwhile with my second life I have to learn about the world I was placed into.
After a few trips to the library the matron noticed my peculiar behaviour, approached me and asked if I liked learning. After impressing her with my drive for knowledge she decided to assign me a tutor, her daughter. Apparently the matron's daughter, now known to me as Miss Williams, was a teacher at Signal, Patch's combat school.
"Your getting better Chrome." Miss Williams says as she helps me up smirking, "You almost hit me this time."
"So close." I grimace half-heartedly as I dust myself off. It had been 9 years since I came to this world, and I still couldn't even land a scratch on my teacher, which isn't to say I haven't gotten better, I most definitely have, just yesterday I reached level 25, no it's not that I'm weak it's that my teacher is completely batshit crazy. 'Observe'
Casey Williams "Miss Williams"
Lvl:???
Hp:???
Sp:???
Ap:???
Mp[Locked]
Thoughts about you: She thinks you are a good student with lots of potential, she also finds your frustration amusing.
Miss Williams had started training me when I turned 5 and showed an interest in being a hunter, she had taught me about aura, semblances, weapon forms, and strategy all while I studied about the world of Remnant on my own time.
"Chrome?" She says waving a hand infront of my face, snapping me out of my stupor, "You still there kid?"
"Unfortunately." I mutter a lazy grin playing at my lips.
"What was that?" She smirks back playfully, "I could've sworn I heard you say you wanted 200 push ups with 50 kilos on your back."
I visibly pale before she laughs it off and tells me to get to classbefore I'm late for my first day. Taking her advice I start my trek to signal academy, opening my status page.
Chrome Miolet "Short-stack"
Lvl: 25
Hp: 2200 (500/10 Min)
Sp: 3300 (570/10 Min)
Ap: 4400 (440/10 Min)
Mp: 2600 (500/10 Min)
Str: 50
Dex: 57
Con: 44
Int: 52
Wis: 50
Cha: 33
Points: 75
"Whatcha doing Chrome?" Lilith asks from my right as we fall in step with the other students walking through the doors to the welcome ceremony.
Ah yes Lilith, a part of the gamer system made to keep me from going insane and trying to take over the world or something, also (unfortunately) my only friend. 33 Charisma blows. I had thankfully worked on my stats through regular exercise, reading, training and even some chess, unfortunately none of that really helped my charisma, at all. "You know I can hear your thoughts right?" She deadpans at me.
Lilith has red eyes, pale skin, and straight black hair. She stands just over my height and wears a white hoodie with black sleeves and has recently taken to wearing shorts.
"Don't care~" I say twirling around with a smug grin as she punches me in the arm grumbling something something that sounds suspiciously like,
"Asshole." As she drags me to class.
I don't see anyone from cannon, which honestly makes sense, I'm a year before cannon and I'm in first year right now so I probably won't even see any of the main cast until my next year.
Fuck. Why did I want to come here again? Ah right, Miss Williams would've beat the shit out of me if I didn't. That is why I now find myself listening to the 'teacher' -more like baby-sitter- telling us what aura is. Half the class is talking to each other about aura and how cool it is, and the other half is giggling over a god damn fart joke. Are children all this incompetent?
After contemplating the pros and cons of teaching the children to play Russian Roulette with a semi-auto I eventually decided it would bring me more trouble than it was worth and thus, let myself be subjected to the hell that is school (again).
Finally we reached combat class with Miss Williams, and by god she did not disappoint. She wheeled a whiteboard onto the arena with our classes names on it and said,
"You will be fighting me one at a time. If you hit me you get an A for the rest of the term, However," she pauses, a dangerous smile setting on her face, "If you fail to, you have to give me 100 push ups, 100 sit ups, and a 10km run everyday until you graduate!"
The reference was not lost on me as I giggled silently. I had introduced Miss Williams to anime in her second year of tutoring me and she got hooked. By the time she started training me as a huntsman she had finished the big three and plenty of others. One anime that I introduced her to was Classroom Of The Elite and when she finished she demanded more episodes be made and almost stormed all the way to the other side of the planet to ensure it got a second season.
Anyway the room soon lit up in volunteers *cough* -victims- *cough, the question is whether I would be a victim or a victor, welp only one way to find out.
Lilith stares at me and reintroduces her face and her palm before exasperatedly asking,
"Do you know what the definition of insanity is? It's doing the same thing over an-"
"I'll fight!" I waved, jumping out of my seat and promptly shutting Lilith up. This is going to be fun, not for me though.
Miss Williams was stationed on the other side of the field spear at her side, her spear was a work of beauty, black iron spiralled around the silver shaft and the fascinating black blade edged with gold rested on the end of the staff. In comparison my standard issue steel practice blade felt unimpressive. Oh well naught but pain awaits!
"You done daydreaming 'Mr. Miolet'?" She teases, smirking at my expense.
"Yep." I yawn, sliding my right foot back and raising my blade into guard, both hands on the pommel. "I'm ready."
She blurs into existence in front of me, bringing her spear down towards my head. Thankfully enough I've gotten quite good at reading blurs and I intercept her strike with my own, sliding the blade across hers, deflecting it in an embrace of sparks and lunging with a counter. She slips out of my range and tests my defences jabbing at weak points before flipping away. Attempting to push the advantage I step forward with a slash, only to be punished for my aggression in the form of the flat of her blade sweeping my legs from under me. Shit, I'm about to eat dirt. I catch myself, spinning into low sweep forcing my teacher back for a brief reprieve.
I rush forward, sinking low to the ground. When I got close enough my blade raced up from my side for an upward slash. She blocked it easily enough and dodged my follow up kick. Then she twisted her body and rammed the blunt end of her spear into my solar plexus, sending me across the arena and forcing the air from my lungs. My aura is down to 37.4%, hers is still 99.8% and I guarantee you, that 0.2% is her doing and not mine.
Taking a breath I realize if this continues there is zero chance I score a hit. And so I prepared to do something so incredibly, inanely stupid it just might work. Let it not be said that I am a sane individual.
I ran forward, flicking my blade into an ice-pick grip and her eyes zeroed in on it. I then YEETED that shit straight at her and rushed forward, coming from her left, my fist extended towards her, but it was already over. Her shock done and dealt with, her head had tilted out of the swords path, and she swung the haft of her weapon to deflect my fist. I saw the incoming black and silver blur and time seemed to freeze, I remembered what I was fighting for, not something I could stand to gain, something I couldn't afford to lose. The Saitama challenge, I don't wanna lose my hair! I'm only 9 in this life god damn it! And so the world shifted.
There was distance between us and then there wasn't. In an unruly, stomach blending sensation, stuck somewhere between vertigo and perfect stillness the space between my fist and her side ceased existing.
Teleportation? No, no I didn't move, my position stayed the same, same distance from everything except my teacher. It felt like space folded inward on itself shortening the distance between us, contorting to my will. This is my semblance, Spacial Manipulation? That's pretty neat.
Semblance acquired.
Spacial Manipulation; Space contorts to your will, the dimensions acknowledge you before them as a space walker, you need not understand them, for each dimension understands you. If for some ungodly reason you fuck with time, prepare for the hounds of Tindalos. Anyway try not to delete the planet or something.
Oh yeah, the fight! My fist impacted Miss Williams side and she skidded back a few paces surprise and confusion drawn over her face.
After filing it away for later Miss Williams fought the rest off the others, only a few landing a hit, and eventually class ended and we were off to our next tortu- *ahem* "lesson".
Classes were over now and I was back in my room, compliments of the city of Vale as a sort of support program for orphans training to become hunters we were given an apartment and 35 000 lien yearly.
Lilith had already taken a shower so the bathroom was all mine. Honestly seeing myself in the mirror still feels strange. This body has a mess of white hair with shocks of purple throughout, a round face and royal purple eyes. Overall I thought I looked pretty average apart from the unusual colours, then again considering which universe I'm currently in unusual hair colours are kind of the usual.
According to Miss Williams we only start building or weapons in second year, and some don't finish those weapons until late third year. First year is just to familiarize the students with weapons and help them decide which they want. Second year is to begin the planning process and third is to begin the actual building phase.
Obviously I'm not waiting three years for a weapon so I don't have to use a standard issue steel sword, so I'll just get Miss Williams to let me build it early. The only problem was I had no fucking idea what I wanted to build. Gauntlets? A massive sword? Daggers? Kama? Hidden blades? A fucking rail gun!? Meh I'll figure it out in the morning.
I walk over to the couch and collapse. Lilith had claimed my bed and booted me to the couch when we first got to the apartment much to my chagrin and was currently wrapped up in the blankets snoring away, blanket thief. I reluctantly resign myself to the couch, and let the couches confines take me to the land of sleep.
A/N: Chrome's one lucky son of a bitch, I wish the couch would drag me to the land of sleep as well, but unfortunately my insomnia prevents me from getting more than 3 hours of sleep. Anyway tell me what you thought better? Worse? I honestly can't make myself care right now, I'm running off of purely caffeine.
-Blaze, signing the fuck out.