Team SALTY
Magenta Trailer (Kamen's Intro)
A silvery veil appeared long enough for a teen with brown hair and a strange belt to be shoved through in such a way that he crushes a beowolf's skull with his foot.
"Should have known I'd be put somewhere other than Fuyuki… Onore Dikeido!" he shouted with a groan, then prepared to defend himself from the rest of the pack. "And dammit that feels like self hate to say now… Come on you bastards and get what's coming to ya!"
One year after arriving on Remnant
"Okay, so Tsukasa wasn't trying to send me here, got it." He muttered to himself as he read a letter from Jump-chan. "Not that it does me any good, because I'm still stuck here in the WRONG GOD-DAMNED REALITY!" He swung his fist at a rock, shattering it. Then he heard a series of roars. And howls. And was that a bunch of squeals? "And of [i]course[/i] the Grimm are here now…" he sighed before getting to killing them. 'Dammit I really need to find a settlement…'
One year and three weeks after arriving on Remnant
"FINAL FORM RIDE: BL-BL-BL-BLADE!" "Wait shit Blade's FFR is a sword!" he yelped as his body twisted itself into a big ass sword. "This is honestly rather infuriating. I have an itch on my nose that I cannot scratch at the moment." A few moments later he managed to end the effect of the Final Form Ride card. "Right, not doing [i]that[/i] again unless I have a nearby ally that specializes in big ass swords. I wonder how old Yatsuhashi is at this point..? Alright, let's try one that won't leave me helpless, maybe Ryuki's? Or maybe Agito's…"
Two years and five months after arriving on Remnant
"Well this is unfortunate…" He said, looking out on the settlement he'd found. It was in ruins, and from what he could tell it had been like that for months at least… The state of the bodies he'd buried supported that, and he sighed. "Might as well stay here for the night… not like there's anyone that can say no…" He made his way to the nearest building to the makeshift graveyard and went to sleep.
Three years after arriving on Remnant
"Dammit… just another failed settlement…" He grumbled. "How long until I reach one that's still going…?" Hearing another series of howls and such he sighed. "Once more into the fray." He said, punching the head off the first beowulf to reach him, then using its dissipating body as a club for as long as he can.
Four years and six months after arriving on Remnant
"Alright, finally… A settlement…" He mumbled, quite exhausted from his time in the wilds. "Need food… and sleep please…" He said to the people at the gate. "Been out there… for weeks… I think… not sure…" 'Better to say weeks than the full truth…' He thought as he was helped to the town hall. 'Not sure how long I've actually been here anyway…'
Four years and eleven months after arriving on Remnant
"Let's see… how to get money…" He pondered aloud. "I could do mercenary work… Or bodyguard work… Not interested in any of the less legal options… I've got an idea!" He made his way to where the bounty hunters got their jobs in the area, and there he met his most terrifying foe yet… one he could not slay with mere weapons…
Five years after arriving on Remnant
'Dammit why does being a bounty hunter have to be so hard?' he thought, irritated. 'I don't exactly have documentation for this world, and I apparently need a Hunter's License to actually do that without having to fill out a mountain of paperwork. I am curious about that blog though...' His victory would be short lived, as he needed to take another job…
Five years and three months after arriving on Remnant
"I… wha… how?! I was just walking down to the grocery store!" He muttered incredulously. "How did I get to Menagerie of all places…?" With a bewildered look on his face he tried to get to the docks to leave, but as he departed the shack he was in, he was blasted in the face with a snow drift. "Okay, this is… getting weirder and weirder… Am I on a goddamn GLACIER NOW?!"
Six years after arriving on Remnant
"What the hell is with all these White Fang members…?" He sighed as he knocked out a particularly tall bear faunus. "Seriously, he's the twentieth one I've knocked out. What is so damn important that so many of you are coming here?"
"Damn it get out of our way!" A tiger faunus yelled as she leapt at him… and hit his fist with her face, much to his bemusement.
"I guess I'm not gonna be going to that open invitation party…" He grumbled as he knocked out the last one. "Going to need to let the authorities know and stay to give a statement…"
Six years and five months after arriving on Remnant
"Let's see… need to find this guy and bring him in alive…" He mumbled to himself. "Then I'll need to fill out the paperwork and I'll have my pay… Shouldn't be too hard." Dropping down into the middle of the group of goons and knocking them out? Easy. Pinning the target to the wall? Trivial. Getting back to the bounty office in a timely manner? Apparently the hardest thing ever. "Dammit what the hell is going on…?"
Seven years and four months after arriving on Remnant
"That… what… why… and the petunias, how could they do that to the petunias?!" He shuddered at what he'd witnessed after he got lost. "I don't want to know what they were planning with that horseshoe crab. I'll be happy to never have to know."
Eight years after arriving on Remnant
He hummed as he made his way to where he found a secret entrance a year ago. 'I wonder if the order I made at that surprisingly convenient shop is done yet?' he mused, happy that the surprisingly young shopkeeper was willing to take special orders. 'Swords made of Dust will be a hilarious addition to my Reality Marble.' He tried not to chuckle, he really did. He did so anyway. 'Unlimited Blade Works is going to be fun to unleash when the time comes… I wonder how the people of Remnant will react to me rejecting reality and substituting my soul?'
Eight years and two months after arriving on Remnant
While on a walk through Atlas he realized that there was something in his neck. Pulling it out, he looked at it. "When the hell did I get hit with a dart?" Taking a sniff, he continued with "Correction, when the hell did I get hit with a tranquilizer dart?" Thinking back over the last three or four hours, he realized that he'd run past Malachite Seolfor, one of the most kidnapped people in Atlas. 'Maybe I should have introduced myself with the dart sticking out of my neck, that would have been fun… wonder how he'd react...' He chuckled at the thought, then went back to his walk, only to walk right into a tree. "Really? What the hell?! How does this happen?!" Grumbling he made his way out of the forest, not noticing the red eyed bird that saw him arrive…
Eight years, three months, three weeks, and six days after arriving on Remnant
"This is ridiculous!" He shouts as he steps out of a hut in Vacuo, when he was in a shop in Vale beforehand. "I step out of my room in Atlas, end up in the middle of Mistral, go into a restaurant there, find myself in a bakery in Vale, and now I'm in Vacuo?! What next, the Grimmlands?"
Eight years and four months after arriving on Remnant
"Me and my big mouth…" He muttered, slicing a Beowolf in half. "Well I think I can say I'm the most well traveled person on Remnant…" He said as he cut down another Ursa. "Not that it really helps when I have no idea how it happens!" Throwing his sword into the skull of an approaching Boarbatusk, he took the opportunity to make his retreat from the apparently endless horde of Grimm in this wasteland. He found himself in an alleyway, narrowly having avoided tripping into an open dumpster. "Huh. You know what? Not gonna complain this time." He muttered, unamused with what happened even still. "Need to find somewhere to stay now. Get some food too…"
Eight years and seven months after arriving on Remnant
"Alright… Got my stuff, or at least what I don't keep in several lockboxes that are buried pretty much all over the place, time to go get some work to pay for rent and food." He sighed, heading to the bounty board. "Wonder what I'll be doing this time… Doubt it'll be anything really big, those jobs go to hunter teams…"