A Cosmic Journey
A/N: Happy October! For all those unaware, this past weekend was the New York Comic-Con, meaning new information about Volume 7! While I wasn't in attendance, the explosion of posts on Twitter and Reddit, along with the mass of cosplayers in Manhattan, meant that I was present in spirit. The teaser trailer and panel gave us a good look at the Volume 7 outfits, and thank god everyone bundled up for going to Atlas. Again, doing my best to avoid any possible plot contradictions, so keeping my fingers crossed for the premiere next month.
On a different and more unfortunate note, my graduate school finals schedule was released, and I got smacked with the worst possible lineup of times and days. As a result, I must unfortunately announce that I will not be updating this story on December 9 and December 16, to focus on exams. However, fear not, for I'm planning on doing a double-release on December 2 to make up for my short absence. And rest assured, I've already calculated that this arc's finish before the year is out, so don't worry about me dragging my feet. Hopefully this little break doesn't dis-incentivize readers from wanting to read my story, but what can you do.
Chapter 7: What Goes Around
Chapter Date: 10/07/19
"So you're absolutely certain you won't mind if we bring a friend to the ceremony and reception? I don't want to impose." I stared at the screen as Saphron was getting ready, Nicholas' head in the background.
"Kouzai, you could bring a dozen friends along and we'd have a separate table for all of you," Saphron replied, glaring at Nicholas when the man made a sound of protest. "You three are trustworthy, so I know you wouldn't do anything to ruin today. And since you're only bringing a plus-one, as long as they don't mind we can fit you four with Jaune and the rest."
"Great, thank you Saphron. I'll let her know." I looked on quizzically as Saphron raised a sly eyebrow.
"Oh, 'her'? For someone who arrived in Argus not two days ago, you work fast, Kouzai." My face burned as I caught her meaning, then waved a hand.
"That is not why I invited her!" I exclaimed, blustering a goodbye before hanging up. 'So close, yet so far off the mark Saphron.'
I turned back to Nora, Ren and Pyrrha, and the smirks on two of their faces, along with the last's burning expression confirmed that my scroll call had been quite audible. I slapped my face and dragged the hand down. "Right…well, Pyrrha's cleared to attend, so we can head over now unless Pyrrha has events going on today that she needs to be present for."
"I have no appointments scheduled today, and since Sanctum is currently on break, my entire day is free." Pyrrha did an admirable job of fighting her blush down. "Thank you again for helping me avoid my fans in the park earlier. I had merely gone to relax, but I would have likely been signing autographs all morning if you all hadn't come to my aid."
"It was our pleasure to help," Ren replied. I thanked my lucky stars he didn't mention anything about-
"Yeah, after all, we made a toooon of lien after Kouzai bet you'd win the regional tournament last year!"
'…I jinxed myself, didn't I?' I levelled a scorching glare at Nora while Pyrrha flinched, her natural smile becoming stiff.
"I swear I'm not some superfan, and I'm not thinking about making money off knowing you." I tried to head off this disaster before things spiraled. "I just happened to see one of your matches last year, thought you were a strong candidate to win, and placed a singular bet to help my friends and I afford huntsmen-quality weapons for our training."
"His intentions are sincere," Ren added, the angel that he was. "We were in a difficult financial situation, and his passing knowledge of your skills immensely aided our prospects. I can also confirm that he wishes to thank you in kind for your unintentional help, and that he has no romantic inclinations towards you." Aaaand now Pyrrha was blushing again.
"Thanks, Ren," I deadpanned, before turning back to Pyrrha. "Look, I just wanted to ask a couple things about your training and fighting style. If anything, I'd sooner set you up with Ren or Jaune, someone at the wedding."
"You mean ONLY JAUNE, right Kouzai?" The sound of Magnhild deploying behind me had me in a cold sweat, and I slowly nodded, staying still until Nora stowed it away.
"…Well, I can't speak in regards to 'Jaune', but I think that Ren and Kouzai are both wonderful people, and despite also not harboring any romantic affections for either of them, I hope to be your friend." Pyrrha was as affable as ever. Nora squinted at her suspiciously, and seconds passed as Pyrrha began sweating under the scrutiny, before the hammer-wielder's face brightened.
"I've decided! I decree that Pyrrha and I will be friends for life!" Pyrrha looked taken aback, then happy, then nervous before looking to Ren and I.
"Congratulations. You have just entered a lifelong, exclusive club," Ren deadpanned, resignation at dealing with Nora's antics mixing with relief that more people were now shared that responsibility.
"Yup, quite exclusive," I added, before grinning. "The list currently includes a reformed pickpocket, an ancient and mentally unstable blacksmith, and us two." Predictably, Pyrrha didn't seem to take much relief from my statement. Further discussion was put on hold as we returned to the wedding venue.
"Lucky you relax in fashionable clothes, even if Saphron, Terra and the rest don't care about our attire," I muttered, before turning to Pyrrha. Although her clothes were different, everything from the neck up still looked the same including her ponytail and circlet, making identification quite possible. "Would you be opposed to letting down your hair while we're here? And do you happen to have a pair of sunglasses you could wear, at least until we're at the table? I think being discreet for now would be wise."
"Certainly." Pyrrha pulled a pair of aviators from her bag. Reaching behind her head to pull her ponytail down, she shook her hair and slipped the aviators on her face.
"…That backfired massively. You look like a movie star now." It took about three seconds and Pyrrha's cheeks reddening for me to realize I'd spoken out loud. Conveying a promise of swift retribution by glaring at a snickering Nora and smiling Ren, I sighed. "Let's just roll with it, we'll be late if we dally much longer." Entering the building, we made our way over to the ceremony hall.
… … …
"Sooooo…everyone, this is our friend Pyrrha. We helped her earlier and thought it'd be an interesting way to spend the day with us."
Contrary to our warm welcome yesterday, the Arc siblings at the moment were completely silent, but not out of brusqueness. Rather, the sight of Pyrrha Nikos, stunning even in casual clothes, was something to behold. A quick sidelong glance at Jaune showed him absolutely starstruck.
'Huh, I guess Weiss' absence gave him a front-row seat to Pyrrha's looks this time.' Before I could ruminate on that thought, a blur of movement had us four seated as conversation erupted at the table.
"How do you know-"
"Why didn't you mention-"
"Have you seen her-"
"Guys," a voice firmly called, and heads turned as we all realized it was Jaune who'd spoken. Apparently surprised himself, he stammered out, "W-we should let Pyrrha speak if we're curious about anything, considering that she's a guest…even if I'm not exactly sure who she is."
'In hindsight, considering your sister lives in Argus, the same city as Sanctum and likely where Pyrrha grew up, your lack of knowledge becomes more amazing.' Pyrrha seemed to think so as well, though in a less sarcastic way, as she took off her sunglasses and with shining eyes asked, "You honestly don't know who I am?"
"Err…I can't say that I do, sorry," Jaune admitted, hand doing its best to ruffle the hair that'd been neatly combed for the ceremony. At that, Pyrrha's eyes glinted with unrestrained hope, and I seriously considered throwing Sun and Neptune tips to become genuine friends with her because by the gods, she needed friends.
"You doofus," I think it was Olivia groaned. Yep, green headband. "She's the two-time champion of the Mistral Reigonal Tournament. As in, probably the strongest teenager this side of Remnant."
"Oooooooohhhh," Jaune drew out, earning face-slaps by his siblings, and Nora. "That's pretty cool. I'd ask for some fighting tips, but uhh, well, I don't have much training yet."
"He's hopeless," either Cerulean or Delphine said exasperatedly, the other emphatically nodding. Seriously, they were identical down to their matching blue hair ribbons, how was anyone supposed to tell them apart? Then I caught the last bit of Jaune's statement.
"Well, I would be happy to provide a few pointers so long as you're willing," Pyrrha offered, before turning to Ren, Nora and I. "And I could exhibit my combat style if one of you would like to spar with me."
Ren paled at the prospect of a further butt-whooping, but Nora jumped up in her seat, exclaiming, "Are you KIDDING me? A chance to fight ANOTHER super-strong person, one our age? COUNT ME IN!" Ren paled further at the thought of Nora fighting another teenager stronger than Nora.
"Nora, we're at a wedding. Please, sit down." One would think I'd be used to Nora's behaviors by now, but when adding the rest of JNPR and various other factors, the chaos became unpredictable and immeasurable.
Pyrrha giggled as she replied, "Very well, Nora. I would be happy to spar with you later. And I assume that Ren could use further rest after using his semblance for so long. How about you then, Kouzai?" Put on the spot, all heads turned to me as I noted eight females and one Jaune giving me puppy eyes, and one Ren telepathically pleading to help keep Nora's property damage to a minimum.
"Alright, alright, call off the eyes, please." If I ever met Ruby, I'd be screwed if I caved this easily. "I already get my butt kicked daily, so I guess I'm a little short today. I'm at your service, Ms. Nikos."
… … …
Predictably, it was a slaughter. In a one-on-one fight against the pinnacle of huntsmen hopefuls, Nora fought well, but her weaknesses were repeatedly capitalized on. Impressive speed and overpowering strength gave way to counter-measures in every area of combat, as Pyrrha Nikos proved a commanding opponent at all ranges. Nora was currently flat on her back, limbs in all directions and Magnhild out of reach as she heaved for air.
"Pain…great pain…mistakes were made…" Nora wheezed the familiar phrase, before jumping up and pumping her arms in the air. "LET'S DO IT AGAIN!...owowowow." Promptly falling forward, one arm extended pitifully in the air towards Ren. Sighing, the boy walked over and pulled Nora onto his back, taking a moment to ruffle her disheveled hair as he walked back to the Arcs.
"I don't mean to assume, but those two…" Pyrrha had appeared at my side.
"They're together, together-together in case Nora tries to deny it. They just don't know it yet, and can't spit it out," I muttered conspiratorially to Pyrrha, before we separated to take our sparring positions.
I didn't think I'd fare any better than Nora, honestly. But it was a chance to face the strongest of our year, and more importantly, experiment with an idea I'd been working on. As I stood across from Pyrrha, all the mental notes on her fighting style came to the forefront.
'Milo: all-range mecha-shift weapon, either a sword, javelin or rifle. Akouo, hoplite shield with concave sides to peek a weapon through. Skilled in close combat, swordsmanship, marksmanship, and all the other ships. Welp, that doesn't leave a lot to work with. I need to take her off guard and take the momentum.'
"Fighters, are you ready?" Rouge called from the side, and Pyrrha and I nodded in unison, not taking our eyes off each other. "This bout will begin in 3…"
I closed my eyes. 'Here we go.'
"2…"
I channeled Aura and focused on a specific body part. 'This'll either be awesome…'
"1…"
Something was happening, for sure. '…or I'm about to eat dirt.'
"Begin!"
'Showtime.' I shot forward with two blazing orbs of silver Aura.
Yeah, I'm trying that.
A low factor of Burst let me match Pyrrha's speed as we rocketed towards the center of our ring, but as one of my longswords clashed against Milo, my thoughts were somewhat occupied.
'I have no idea what I'm doing! It feels like I'm flexing my eyeballs right now!' Colors became starker, details sharper, and I could see so much more!
'Meet slash, upper slash blocked, side kick ba-aaaagghh!' I was meeting her attacks as she met mine, but I was constantly giving ground. 'Alright, here's my best!'
Parrying Milo, I leapt forward with a knee, and Pyrrha shielded with Akouo. Before the impact though, I merged Mirror's Edge back together and planted my free hand on the ground. Hooking my foot around the upper lip of Akouo, I kicked down hard as Pyrrha's guard opened up. In the same motion, I planted my foot on the shield to keep it lowered as I spun with Mirror's Edge in a full swing. As the greatsword closed in, Pyrrha released Akouo, and the movement upset my balance as my foot slipped from the shield hitting the ground…or so it looked like.
'Got you!' I gritted my teeth and planted my other foot on the ground, using the new angle to tilt the slash and keep my footing secure. 'I've seen the signs, I felt that unnatural shift!'
Pyrrha's eyes widened imperceptibly, but she raised Milo to meet Mirror's Edge, and sparks flew as she angled the larger blade to the side. This time, the action was all skill, and my weapon slammed into the ground as she spun around. Before I could raise Mirror's Edge, a near-simultaneous leg sweep and slash completely upended my balance, leaving me airborne. Then…
'Wait, why's this so sl-' In the air for seconds somehow, I could only raise my arms to block as the reclaimed Akouo crushed my arms inward as the force carried me into the ground. Before I could even struggle, Milo was pointed at my chin.
"I yield," I grunted, attempts to rise meeting impressive resistance by Akouo and the attached arm. As the pressure lessened, I sat up and rubbed my arms as Pyrrha returned to a neutral position.
"Well, those bouts were refreshing! Thank you for the wonderful fights!" Pyrrha exclaimed gracefully, a light sweat the only sign of exertion whatsoever on her part. My Aura was still intact, but only because I'd been forced into submission before I went too low. 'I swear there was a moment where I was predicting her moves. Then again, I have seen her fight before, multiple times in fact. Still…'
As Pyrrha approached and extended a hand, I pushed past crying muscles and took the hand, boosting myself to my feet, albeit a little hunched. All the while, I caught sight of Pyrrha gazing over at Nora, Ren and the Arcs enjoying themselves.
…A small change wouldn't hurt, right?
"The Arcs seem friendly. If I were in Argus for an extended period of time, I'd make the effort to be friends with them. Of course, given that they're supposedly in a lifelong debt to us for saving Terra, and that Nora's pretty much adopted Jaune as another brother for Ren, not much effort would be necessary for me to make that happen. But that's just me." I looked sideways at Pyrrha, who gazed longingly at the group of jovial teenagers. Sighing, I gently pushed Pyrrha a couple steps ahead of me. "Let them in. Trust me, they'll be worth it."
Biting her lip, Pyrrha seemed caught up between both her potential future and the specters of her past. But gradually, some quality in Pyrrha's emerald eyes, screaming loneliness, dissolved as she tentatively stepped towards the group, who welcomed her with open arms.
I stood back and gazed at the scene, picturesque and hard-fought. 'Never thought JNPR could be together before canon. Their bonds should just grow stronger before then. Maybe this'll be enough to keep the team together when things get hard.' My monologue stopped early as Jaune broke off from the group and approached.
"So…I was talking to Ren and Nora about your training and weapons and stuff. Is it…is it really true that you were left, and found by Nora and Ren two years ago?" Out of all the topics that could've come up, this was one that I saw coming.
I exhaled and wiped my forehead of lingering sweat. "Yeah, it's not a particularly fun tale. Woke up in a forest with some pretty fractured memories, almost got eaten by a Beowolf, and then got saved by Ren and Nora. I've been with them since." Hands swept out at me as Jaune gaped.
"See, that! How did you decide, how did you know you wanted to become a huntsman, to devote so much time and effort to training with total strangers. Why choose this over trying to fix your memories or find your family?" To anyone lacking the full picture, which was everyone, that was an excellent and baffling question.
"A feeling, or a promise. That's all it is," I replied back, looking off as I searched for the truthful words that Jaune deserved. "My past here is pretty hazy. But despite everything I don't know or remember, I know, deep down, that I want to watch over, protect others. On Remnant, the best way to do that is as a huntsman. As for Nora and Ren, they were the first people I met in this new life of mine, and never wavered in wanting to protect others from the suffering they endured.
I haven't gone through what they have. Some would say being possibly abandoned and having the majority of your life erased is suffering enough. Maybe my old life or family is close by." 'It really could be.' "But…after seeing what I have these past two years, after having gone through what I have with Nora and Ren, I know I need to help them achieve their goal to protect others. I'll guard them, and however many others that I can, because in the end, that's my goal."
Jaune was silent for a moment, trying to take in what I'd divulged to him. In a way, it was both less and more than what I'd told Nora and Ren, but I knew what they were looking for was different than Jaune. Hesitantly, voice wavering, he asked, "Do you think I can become a huntsman?"
"Absolutely." My confidence had him staring wide-eyed at me. "The time you put in is important, but more than that is the effort. I'm the weakest of the three of us, and I've trained fewer years than they have, but I'm catching up. Partly due to the skill curve, but I've worked hard, and I've worked smart. In the end, know your strengths, know your weaknesses, know your limits, and push those limits. Most everyone is born with some talent and trains somewhat. But you…train as if you have no talent, and make that work ethic your talent. That's how you succeed." At least, that's how it worked for me.
I gripped his shoulder and nodded, and something shifted in his eyes, some quality that I knew the rest of JNPR saw in him when they looked to him as their fearless leader. In them, I could tell that Jaune would be alright come canon. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Nora in front of us until her hands were grasping our wrists. "COME ON, Pyrrha's talking about her weapons! They're so COOL!"
I looked down at my wrist, locked in a vice grip, then at the mad bomber already in motion. I mentally prayed for Jaune. 'Oh, sonofa-'
"ARRRHGGHGH!"
… … …
"This is the closest I've ever been to Argus' base. Now that I'm at the gates, I've gotta say my anxiety was well-founded."
"Sun, you're a decent student at Sanctum, and you've kept things straight since last year, right?"
"Yeah, but…the old stories of the Atlesian military haven't exactly been disproven."
Assembled outside the base's gates was a veritable group of 'fuck you' to Cordovin, ready to steamroll our proposal in. Accompanying Nora, Ren and I were Terra, Sun and Pyrrha, all informed of Yozakura's proposal and with roles to play in our appeal to Cordovin. As the scheduled time approached, the twin guards that I'd mentally dubbed the Tweedles high-stepped to the gates.
"We saw you here three days ago!"
"Please state the reason for your return!"
"OR EXIT THE PREMISES!"
After all present unplugged their ears, Sun turned to us. "Are they really this loud all the time?"
"Eeyup," I dryly replied, before stepping up to the bars. "We're here for our scheduled meeting with CCT officials regarding a proposal by Yozakura. Since this is an official meeting, I trust that Atlas officials will be efficient in letting us in for our scheduled time."
"Indeed we shall, though I hope Specialist Cordovin's subordinates were not rude towards your group. They can be quite intense. Now, if the gate could be opened, I will escort these individuals to their appointment personally." I knew that voice, but it took the gates opening and my view being unimpeded by the bars to confirm what I was seeing.
Her clothes were exactly the same as in canon, down to her semi-sleeveless white coat, gartered pants and red brooch. Asymmetrical white bangs fell on the right side of her face, with a lone curl falling to the left to frame severe ice-blue eyes and a business face for the ages. At her left side hung an elegant saber.
There was no time to plan, only react. "Hello, Specialist Schnee. I was not informed during our last meeting with Specialist Cordovin that you would be present today, but I thank you for sparing the time to hear our proposal." I extended my hand to Winter Schnee, who looked somewhat surprised.
"…It is my pleasure," She replied, shaking my hand with a firm grip. "I was not aware that my recent appointment to the Special Operatives Unit was known as far as Mistral already. However, my superiors have seen fit to assign me to Argus temporarily, before I move to other kingdoms for other assignments."
'So she's a new hire. Gotta make note of that.' I smiled as I gestured for her to take the lead as we made our way inside the base. "A practical system, testing specialists' abilities to function in all environments before determining assignment distribution. As for your placement, I admit to being somewhat current in the goings-on of Atlas, and Winter Schnee's graduation from Atlas Academy and induction in the Atlesian military certainly makes for important news."
"Hmm, I see tales of my deeds precede me here. Hopefully such information has placed me in a kinder light, rather than the drivel attempting to connect my work to some scheme of my father's or that of the Schnee Dust Company." Winter's tone was disapproving, but a minute relaxing of the eyes showed some satisfaction of being known by other kingdoms in a potentially positive light.
"Rest assured, I base my judgment of individuals on their own deeds, rather than those of their family. Hard not to when I'm unsure of who on Remnant my family is." I paused meaningfully to let my statement sink in, before continuing. "If you wouldn't mind, I'll check in with my colleagues and friends."
I fell behind Winter slightly to join the rest, promptly having an arm slung over my shoulders as another pair of arms grabbed my own.
"Holy dust, I've never seen exchanges that eloquent from someone our age. Where and when did you become a master negotiator?" Sun questioned.
"Yeah, and how did you hear about Winter Schnee?" Nora added. "I never saw any research on her from your scroll's search history."
"Ok, first, we're having a conversation on privacy later." I glared at Nora. "Second, I am pretty good at literature, so I'd hope my spoken word would kind of match my written word. And also, I'm trying not to broadcast this, but I heard a couple soldiers on the base talking about her arrival when we were here last." Or at least, that's what I was telling them.
Eyes blinked, before Sun's grin reached manic proportions. "You, are one sly guy."
"Yeah, well, that was round zero, out of a hundred. The main event is coming up, so stay sharp." Our walk was at an end as Winter led us into a conference room, one with a long table and plenty of comfortable chairs. At one end sat a clearly disgruntled Cordovin, with Winter taking the seat opposite her. The other end had Nora, Ren and I on one side, with Pyrrha, Sun and Terra on the other.
"Thank you all for coming. As you are aware, this meeting is to evaluate a proposal by the town of Yozakura for the installation of a CCT relay tower. I have been informed that an informal meeting took place three days prior, when some of those present thwarted an attack on Argus' own relay tower. Despite Specialist Cordovin declining your proposal, this official meeting is still in place, and after a request to Specialist Cordovin I have acquired and reviewed the details of the last meeting. However, I am aware that there are likely elements missing from the impromptu meeting, and thus this official meeting will be reviewed with the first." Winter might have said more, but the scrape of a chair rang out as Cordovin abruptly stood, before walking to the direct end of the table and placing her hands on it.
"Thank you, Ms. Schnee, for that…comprehensive explanation," Cordovin began, fingers smoothing some imaginary line on a table that I realize must have been lowered to Cordovin's height. "I would like to further make these points succinct for those present. As the time of the Atlesian military, especially Specialists such as Ms. Schnee and myself, is extremely valuable and limited, you will present only those elements of your proposal unseen to my fellow specialist and I. Upon conclusion of your…presentation, Ms. Schnee and I will deliberate on whatever merits exist, and will either give our individual approval or disapproval. Should either one of us view such a proposal as beneficial for the kingdom of Atlas, the proposal in its entirety will be sent to the CCT headquarters in Atlas for final review. However, should both specialists determine that such a proposal is inefficient for the kingdom of Atlas to expend its resources and technology on, it will be rejected until such time that circumstances for both parties drastically change."
'So never then…' I deadpanned. Clearing my throat, I asked, "And in case both you and Specialist Schnee approve?"
Cordovin gritted her teeth and clenched her stubby fingers, before smoothing her face and hands out again. Then, in the falsest of sweet tones, she replied, "In the scenario where such an event may occur, the absolute approval of two separate specialists will be sufficient evidence to the kingdom of Atlas that such a proposal is beneficial, and will be implemented at the earliest available opportunity. However, we will be the ones to determine the likelihood of such a situation. Now, let's see what further evidence you have to present to highlight your village as important enough to warrant consideration by the kingdom of Atlas."
I glanced at Ren and Nora, both offering thumbs up in support. 'Thank a ton, guys…' Standing, I walked around to the other end of the table, standing so that I was directly opposite Cordovin, whom I towered over despite being far younger than my actual age.
"Thank you for having us, specialists. You have already seen part of our proposal on the economic benefits involved, so I would like to proffer additional benefits. For starters, security. The beauty and uniqueness of Yozakura's flower viewing festival is such that citizens of other kingdoms would surely travel to visit such a sight. The economic benefits of such are known, this is true. But more than that, think of the emotions derived from such an experience. Think of the hope. Despite all that happens on Remnant, life endures. The butterflies will still come, and the flowers will still bloom. Anyone who sees the festival can understand that lesson. Yes, there is death, but there will always be life. And with those positive emotions and optimistic outlook, there are fewer negative emotions to attract the Grimm.
Now, such benefits are easy to espouse in the abstract, but there's the elephant in the room. Why install a relay tower in a small town when it could disappear from Grimm or bandit attacks? Well, there's the other prong of the benefit of security. Standing before you now are three, just three, members of Yozakura. However, we three teenagers have trained to defend ourselves, our town, and the people of Remnant. Along the way, we have performed remarkable feats. I present a confidential document provided by the Wind Path chief of police, along with a victim of the Cleansers' crimes a year ago." Sliding an envelope down the table, Winter intercepted it before it reached Cordovin's hands, opening it to reveal an admittedly hastily-requested letter by Jarrah explaining the confidential details of our deeds. Meanwhile, I stood to the side as Sun came around and stood in my position.
"Good afternoon ladies. My name is Sun Wukong, and I'm a student of Sanctum Academy, friend to Ren, Nora and Kouzai here, and a monkey faunus. More importantly however, I was a victim of a kidnapping by the Cleansers last year while in Wind Path. I can confirm having witnessed with my own eyes these three heroes take on an entire warehouse of armed traffickers, outsmarting and outmatching them three, four, five times over. They saved hundreds of faunus around Remnant from lives as slaves in dust mines. Heck, Kouzai here even fought a huntsman by himself to buy time for everyone to escape and for the police to arrive. The fact that they, and I, stand before you now shows how competent at protecting they really are." Bowing to Cordovin and Winter, Sun took his seat as I stepped back in, taking a moment to indulge in Cordovin's expression as her eyes bulged from the effort of speed-reading Jarrah's letter.
"You three were responsible for the Cleansers' downfall?" Winter asked softly, and I nodded as Nora yelled a quick "You betcha!" Winter smiled genuinely, free of any strain or malice. "Your service was felt and appreciated by the citizens of Atlas, human and faunus alike. When even my father denounces such cruel crimes, one knows the action is reviled the world over."
"It was our pleasure and duty to do so, both for the faunus of Anima, our friend, and Remnant as a whole," I spouted grandiosely, really, really happy internally that things seemed to be working. "But if Atlas is less concerned on altruistic acts and more on the protection and advancement of their interests, rest assured that any investment made in Yozakura would be protected. As Specialist Cordovin knows, our intervention at Argus' relay tower three days ago prevented sabotage by bandits and possible injury to a relay tower technician present here today. Terra, if you would?" Again, I stepped back, as Terra came this time and looked at both specialists, brand-new wedding ring on her finger.
"Specialists, I, Terra Cotta-Arc, am here before you today entirely because of the actions of these three brave teenagers. At the first hint of potential danger, they reacted accordingly, and swiftly incapacitated over a dozen armed and trained bandits before the tower suffered anything more than a broken window. Their intervention saved the lives of both myself and various Atlesian soldiers protecting the tower, whom were defeated by these same bandits. So you see, despite their age, these three teenagers were better than a squad of Atlesian soldiers at protecting others from criminals." As Terra re-seated herself, I added, "Not to mention, our travels to Argus were on foot, and involved various victories over multiple varieties of Grimm, including Ursai, Nevermore and Manticores."
"In addition, investment fosters growth, which in turn fosters investment," I continued. "As an amnesiac orphan with most of his memories clouded, I don't believe I would be wrong in saying that my future was bleak. However, thanks to the aid of Yozakura, along with my friends Nora and Ren, I was able to grow and develop, and in turn invest myself back into my friends and Yozakura. Atlas' installation of a relay tower will be an investment in Yozakura, one that will lead to growth beyond the economical, and will result in investment back in the Kingdom of Atlas. My last guest here today supports this belief. I believe she requires no introduction." For the last time, I stepped back as Pyrrha took my place, looking every bit the poised celebrity and warrior.
"Hello, everyone," she greeted amicably. "I'm sure Specialist Cordovin and Specialist Schnee are very intelligent, and may doubt the reliability of such a venture. But I assure you, Kouzai's belief in the growth of others rings true. For the kindness and belief they have shown me, I am more confident in myself now, and such a gift is something that I will repay in kind with my support. Likewise, believing in this town and its splendid citizens will surely lead to benefits returning to Atlas in spades."
As Pyrrha returned to her seat, I faced both specialists. "You have heard from me, and you have heard from others. Just remember, despite Yozakura's size and appearance, the benefits that it offers are well worth Atlas' investment. After all, big things can come in small packages, and what matters is quality, not quantity."
As I sat back down, I ignored the potential satisfaction of looking at Cordovin, despite having edged that last barb in. Instead, I glanced at a smirking Winter as she rose to address us. "Thank you for your proposal. If you would kindly remain in the room, Specialist Cordovin and I will exit, converse regarding the proposal, and return upon reaching a decision."
Walking around the table, Winter and Cordovin made their exit, Cordovin taking a moment to give me the stink-eye, before the door closed and we were alone. I then leaned back in the chair for all I was worth.
"Holy…can I go on the record and say I hate public speaking and negotiations?" I wheezed, breathing only becoming choppier as Nora leaned over and slapped me on the back.
"What are you talking about, that was AWESOME!" Nora exclaimed. "You were super-serious, just like with Preto!"
"Wait, Preto? Like Preto Reyes, the Dark King of Wind Path?" Terra questioned as Nora froze. At her sides, Ren and I both slumped into the table simultaneously.
"I deny everything until formally questioned," I groaned. 'Forgot Terra does work in part for Atlas. That probably doesn't bode well for conversing with criminals.'
"I believe the important takeaway is the impressive persuasive argument that you gave to the specialists," Ren deflected.
"Yes, it was quite exciting to take part in a cruicial cultural decision," Pyrrha added.
"Well, the question is if either of them approve. Getting both would be best, but I'd settle for one," I leaned back again.
"Cordovin's a lost cause. I've seen the type, and all the persuasive charm on Remnant wouldn't change her mind. Winter Schnee though, I can tell she's considering it," Sun offered, hand on his chin while his tail scratched his hair.
"Well I'm not worried! The Schnee lady seems nice!" Nora said, and everyone else looked at her like she'd grown two extra heads. After a few more minutes of small talk, the doors re-opened as Cordovin and Winter stepped back into the room and walked to the other end of the table, showcasing drastically different heights.
"Thank you for waiting," Cordovin gritted out. That was a good sign. "After…careful deliberation between Specialist Schnee and I, we have reached a verdict." Everyone leaned forward.
"The proposal…will be sent to Atlas for final review," Cordovin forced out, and everyone smiled, before Ren and I glared at Nora and Sun before they could let out a whoop. I stood and walked to Cordovin and Winter, extending my hand.
"Thank you for your assistance," I smugly grinned, shaking Cordovin's hand first. "We couldn't have done it without you."
I knew she'd been the one to decline the proposal again, but I was genuinely grateful to her for making me step up my game and pull out all the stops, making it more likely to be approved by Atlas. Cordovin, however, gripped my hand with surprising strength and glared up. "I'm sure the CCT officials of Atlas will take a close look at your proposal, along with the prospects of your village."
I wrenched my hand away and turned to Winter. "It's good to look at the numbers and statistics, but sometimes you have to take a gut feeling, and sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith."
"Wise words, Kouzai," Winter replied, handshake just as strong, but much more gently applied. "Specialist Cordovin speaks the truth. CCT officials will impartially review your proposal, pros and cons alike, and will observe Yozakura's growth in the near future. Do keep that in mind when you report back to your leadership."
"Will do, Ma'am. Thank you again." As I stepped back and the rest came to shake their hands, and in Nora's case try and fail to hug Winter, I took a moment to breathe in relief. 'All's well that ends well.'
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"But I don't wanna leave! I wanna stay in Argus longer!" Nora exclaimed, grabbing onto Jaune and Sun, both looking very short of breath from the double-hug.
"Aww…gghhhh…thanks, Nora," Jaune wheezed, patting Nora's head.
"Wait for it…" Ren warned.
"Nora, are you trying to avoid going back because of the work we'll have to do?" I asked. Nora was suspiciously quiet.
"…No…" she replied, squeezing Sun and Jaune harder.
"There it is…" Sun wheezed.
Pyrrha, the Arcs, and the Cotta-Arcs just laughed off to the side. As Nora let go and both boys did their best imitations of "blond noodles", I turned to Pyrrha and nodded, receiving a grateful nod in turn. Walking over and hauling Sun up, I dusted him off and leaned in. "Tip for becoming friends with Pyrrha, don't mention her fame, and just treat her like a regular person. Oh, and if Neptune ever puts the moves on Pyrrha without her approval, Nora will crush everything below the waist."
Sun blanched, gulped, then nodded as he jerkily returned to the group. Meanwhile, Jaune clambered to his feet, wincing from experiencing a Nora hug without Aura as I patted his shoulder. "Yeah, you'll want to learn about Aura early on, but don't become too reliant on it. Focus on mastering your body first. And good luck."
With a face full of confidence, Jaune smiled at me as he walked back to the Argus contingent and I returned to Nora and Ren.
"Do keep in touch!" Saphron called out, holding Terra close as both waved.
"Or we'll track you down ourselves," Rouge added. "And I'm sure you all would rather not deal with our…lively family in your hometown."
Ren and I quickly flashed through scenarios of the Arcs, Nora and Sun together in Yozakura, and the retaliatory measures that Ms. Fujiko would take. 'Oh dear gods…'
"In all seriousness, however, feel free to contact us if you are ever in need of assistance," Artoria finished, looking around at her family. "We would all love to help however we can."
'That's a powerful card to have, but hopefully it'll never come to that.' I gratefully nodded, as Nora, Ren and I finished our handshakes and hugs, before departing to make our way back.
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We were now a couple weeks into our return trip to Yozakura, good news in hand. Travel was slow going though, as the weather was becoming cold in earnest. Luckily, we'd been loaded with winter clothing by the Arcs as a small token of thanks, along with a red-dust-insulated tent that kept the inside relatively warm. Beyond that, it was just a matter of stocking up on food and starting a fire while keeping watch at night. Thankfully, we were nearing Wind Path, and had stopped in a small village for a comfortable night's rest.
"It was such a great vacation! We have to go back next year!" Nora exclaimed, digging into a drumstick with food-vacuum enthusiasm. "We made friends, saw old ones, got my butt kicked TWICE, got a relay tower, saved a relay tower and got a buncha stuff!"
"And we shouldn't expect the Arcs to be so generous each time we see them…even if that does appear to be their family philosophy," Ren acknowledged. "In addition, we have not secured a relay tower yet, but merely succeeded in having the proposal be brought to the CCT headquarters. Whether our preparation and work is up to their standards remains to be seen."
"Well, considering that the whole thing ended up being eighty percent done by me, I'll either take that as a huge compliment or huge insult," I sighed, fiddling with the aviators that Pyrrha had given me as a souvenir. "Why don't we just invite them to Yozakura next year anyways? We just gave a presentation on how awesome it is to Cordovin and Winter, we might as well let them see it."
"…THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST IDEA EVER!" Nora shouted, forcing some of the patrons to cover their ears as she jumped. Ren looked at me like I'd just opened the first seal. "We can show them the best Grimm-hunting spots, and the orphanage, and some of the local dishes, and the spot where Kouzai almost died-"
"Veto on that last one," I replied half-dryly, half-pleadingly. I would've added more if it weren't for the sounds of a commotion going on outside. I turned back to Nora and Ren. "This town was pretty secure when we came in, right?"
"Sturdy gates, natural barriers, and a functional town guard," Ren recited, before the noise grew louder and his eyes narrowed. "That sounds like shouting. Hostile shouting at that."
"Alright, let's go check to make sure nothing bad is happening." I rose and made for the door, joined by Ren who dragged along a forlorn Nora, still staring at her unfinished food. "I swear though, if this is just two drunken guys going at it-"
"You have two minutes to show yourselves before we attack!" All three of us froze just outside. The shouting was coming past the gates. "You hear us? The three brats from Argus better come out now, otherwise this whole town is coming down!"
Satisfying food turned to rocks in my stomach. "Grimmshit."
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A dash to the gates had us stopping before a group of people assembled in front. A bunch of the town guards were arguing with each other, with one of the village elders mediating, along with a burly man holding a massive orange greats-wait…
"What's the situation?" I asked as we neared the group, pointedly trying to ignore the already-enormous teenager in green armor with an orange wall of a sword. The village elder turned to us.
"Haven't seen you three before. You the ones they-no, that doesn't matter. We have nearly two dozen bandits outside of our walls, armed and demanding three kids present themselves. I don't care whether or not that's you three, but no bandit tribe will invade our town. Not while our men still stand."
"We'd really rather not risk any lives," I replied hurriedly. "Did you already send word for help to Mistral or Wind Path? Soldiers or a huntsman would go a long way towards scaring these goons off."
"Naturally," the man grunted back, "but this area's patrol passed by a half-day ago. They aren't close enough to arrive before these bandits make their move. Damn bandits likely waited until help was furthest away. And no, Yatsuhashi, I will not allow you to join the guards on the walls. Not only are you still in training, you're a terrible shot and your semblance won't help either. There are too many to go through from too far away."
Yatsuhashi dug Fulcrum, I think it was, into the ground in frustration. Meanwhile, I turned back to the elder. "So long as this area is patrolled, they don't need to know that help is far away, only that it's on its way. If we make attacking look inefficient, maybe they'll back off. Just make sure your guards keep the people calm, otherwise this town will be swarming with Grimm." Without another word, I forced my nerves down and gestured towards Ren and Nora. Knowing they understood my intention, I ascended the stairs to the walls, coming to stand at the top as I looked down at the bandits.
'Definitely part of the tribe that we thrashed back in Argus.' I noted. I wasn't sure whether that'd make things easier or not, before I glared down. "Attention, men and women with a death wish! You wanted us, we're here. The autograph line's currently closed, please come back at the appointed time of never."
"Mouthy little brat!" one of the armored bandits raged back. "Come down here with your two friends, or we'll burn this bunch of hovels down!"
"Not likely!" I shot back. "You realize that reinforcements are on the way right? And before you even tussle with them, your lovely personalities are drawing Grimm faster than your hygiene habits can draw fleas. You really want to take your chances trying to break through these walls when you've got guards in front, reinforcements above and Grimm behind you?"
"You don't know who you're messing with!" the same bandit shouted. "The Branwen Tribe isn't scared of anything. Not the Grimm, not huntsmen or soldiers, and definitely not some weak kingdom citizens!"
'…shit. The Branwen Tribe? We pissed off the Branwen Tribe?' I scanned the crowd three times over for the barest hint of a red dress, dust sheathe or nevermore mask, but by sweet mercy, she wasn't present at the moment. 'We need to work fast, and we need to work now.'
I glanced at Nora and Ren, nodded, and flashed some fingers behind my back as I channeled my Aura to my eyes again. 'Let's try this again…' At the end of the countdown, Ren and Nora opened fired with Stormflower and Magnhild, while I leapt into the air and swung Mirror's Edge towards the ground in a move reminiscent of Yatsuhashi's.
"SHOWTIME!" I shouted, impacting the ground as our combined firepower created craters around the gate. I swung in full arcs, my back protected as Nora leapt in and acted as my reflection. Meanwhile, Ren darted in and out of the fringes, laying painful fire and distracting bandits from the impending threat of massive rotating weapons. "Take them down hard and fast!"
I didn't know how long we had until she showed up, but I wasn't taking any chances. Better to knock out as many as possible and try and deter her with numbers until reinforcements arrived. It was better than nothing. Helping things was the more natural flow of Aura to my eyes, the pressure less than the first time. Swings that might've looked like blurs filtered in sharper and smoother, and the adrenaline seemed to make the combatants around me look slower in comparison. Within a minute, aided by the guards on the walls, our three-man formation had managed to incapacitate the bandits.
"Ok, let's get back inside," I called, motioning for Nora and Ren to follow. However, they seemed uncertain.
"Shouldn't we tie these guys up, or at least take their weapons?" Nora questioned.
"No, we don't have time!" I nearly snarled to their shock. "We need to get back inside NOW, otherwise we're screwed!"
"Kouzai, what is going-"
Whatever else Ren had to say went unheard, as a massive ice blast shot out from the treeline and hit the walls, freezing the gates shut while forming an even higher ice barrier to block access to and from the walls. I whirled around, separating Mirror's Edge. In my shock, I stopped channeling Aura for a moment. That was all that she needed.
Nora cried out in pain as a red blur dropped from the sky, a red katana cutting down her back and shattering her Aura in one strike. With a demonically angry visage, Ren jumped forward with Stormflower's blades, only for the sword to hook the undersides and halt all movement, before a yank disarmed Ren and cut his front in one smooth motion.
"SHIT!" I swore and staggered both longswords in downward slices, but was parried before a thrust into my collarbone overwhelmed my pain tolerance. Collapsing to my knees, I gazed up at the familiar sight. Having seen it through a screen didn't make the nevermore mask any less terrifying.
"Letting your guards down after taking out some small fry. Pitiful."
Red filled my vision as Raven Branwen swung outwards, and all turned to black.
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"And that concludes my report, sir," Winter finished, staring straight ahead at her superior's hologram.
"Well done, Specialist Schnee. I can see from your exemplary work thus far that your early acceptance into Atlas Academy and induction into the Special Operatives Unit was far from a mistake." General James Ironwood paused to look at the report. "Though I am curious as to the proposal brought by Yozakura, as well as its presenters. You said that they were three teenagers, of age to be in combat school and skilled despite not attending any?"
"Yes sir. While the details of the proposal and style of the presentation were rougher than those of Atlas, the representatives of Yozakura in question, especially one, were polite and eloquent in their persuasion. If I hadn't known any better, I might have believed the speaker to be much older than his physical age. The letter from Chief Jarrah has also been corroborated. And the support these three garnered from various sources, be they students, celebrities or even employees of Atlas was compelling." Winter thought back to Kouzai's parting words.
"Indeed. However, precocious individuals wise beyond their years exist at any level of status or influence, as we both know," General Ironwood spoke almost teasingly. Winter fought a blush at the blatant reference as he continued. "In any case, another successful assignment. See to it that such outstanding work continues, and you will be rotated onto the next kingdom shortly."
"Thank you sir." Winter saluted, before returning to her neutral position. "If that concludes our meeting, I will allow you to return to your other important tasks."
"Oh, that does remind me, there is one last thing I wanted to mention. Less of a formal message and more parting advice."
"Sir?"
"There will be an independent huntsman arriving at Argus shortly after our meeting. He is under Headmaster Ozpin's employ, and I have authorized his presence at Argus' base. Just…try to get along with him, and barring that, tolerate him. Although he can be unorthodox and has a religious intolerance for authority, he is a veteran huntsman and his accomplishments speak for himself."
"…Very well sir. Thank you for the notification."
"Be well, Winter. We will speak again soon." As General Ironwood signed off, Winter's expression became quizzical at her superior's uncharacteristically vague advice. Exiting her temporary office, she walked through the base as she took a moment to check her scroll.
Another message from Weiss. Winter's brows furrowed as she read its contents. The White Fang's increasingly violent actions were causing distress for her father's company, and therefore her dear sister and brother. An unfortunate consequence during such a critical time of Weiss' life, where her ideals might be shaped and her future aspirations decided, regardless of her father's machinations.
"I will have to check in with her as soon as possible…" Winter murmured, before bumping into someone while mentally preoccupied. Hands circled to her back as unneeded support, and the scent of alcohol permeated her nose as a rough voice spoke. "Whoops, sorry there. Little hard to pick you out from the hallway when you're both decorated to the nines in white. The hair and skin don't help much."
Winter narrowed her eyes as she noted various…appearance choices precluding the man from being a member of the Atlesian military. An untucked dress shirt, dress pants and shoes painted the illusion of formality, but the expanse of visible chest and the accompanying tattered red cape denied that possibility. A crooked cross necklace and rings on his ringers confirmed his being a huntsman with the half-blade at his back. The spiky greyed hair, stubble on his jawline and dulled red eyes spoke of experience, or physical neglect.
"Anyways, the name's Qrow Branwen. Jimmy shoulda mentioned I was coming. Tell me, this fortress have a liquor cabinet? Need a little top-off before I head out."
"Sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith."
Winter took a deep breath, mindful of the aroma of whiskey around the man. Not necessarily unpleasant, but recollections of a white-haired individual, sitting the garden with an ever-present bottle of wine unsettled her. "I am unsure, as I have also recently arrived at this location. However, if you would follow me, I can question the specialist stationed here to see if such an area exists. And my name is Winter Schnee."
The man shrugged, bowed as he looked up, a roguish smile on display. "Pleasure. Lead on then, Ice Queen." Tensing at the nickname, Winter nodded before pivoting and walking down the hallway, Qrow in tow.
Getting along with him was an uncertain matter at the moment. Tolerating him? She could perhaps do that.
A/N: Yeeeeaaaahhhh, this next chapter is going to suck for the trio, I won't lie. Cheers to hopefully surviving. But hey, at least our favorite drunk made an appearance, even if Kouzai never met him. Now for the Omake.
OMAKE
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, looking left and right for any signs of trouble. Where we were currently, that could come from many different sources.
"Kid, I swear that's your catchphrase at this point," Roman replied, strolling along the street, seemingly oblivious to the rundown state of his surroundings, or perhaps just indifferent to them. "If you know me, you know I'm sure about most things. And even if I wasn't, I've got contingencies coming out the wazoo."
"Normally, I'd buy that, but we're kind of operating a little outside the normal area," I replied, looking up in the air at the massive airborne coliseum, a technological marvel that Earth was still far from reaching. "You know, considering that we're in a dust-damned different kingdom right now!"
A wallop on the head by Neo's parasol had me glancing down at her as she made some hand motions. By this point, I was beginning to understand Neo's nonverbal cues, and understood this one as "Don't sweat the small stuff, no one's going to stick up two badasses. You though…"
"Gee, thanks," I dryly replied. "And with security for the Vytal Festival around, it's not just our side of the law I'm worried about."
"Re-lax. I've got things handled. A freelancer such as myself needs to keep his name known throughout the kingdoms, and it's high time I checked back into Vacuo. Pickings from the Vytal Festival crowd are just icing on the cake. Now, lemme see…" Roman approached a stone building that looked exactly the same as the rest of the stone buildings. "…fourth from the right…this should be the one. Old friend of mine said he had a particularly difficult but lucrative heist for me to pull off, one that'd secure my reputation in Vacuo and beyond for a long while that he's been waiting for. He's just inside."
"Uhh, what exactly is so tough to steal in Vacuo that he was waiting for?" I wondered aloud. Roman turned around and grinned, a glint of emerald showing his sense of challenge was alight again.
"He's waited specifically for the Vytal Festival to be held in Vacuo, so that strengthened security in some places will naturally mean looser security in others. In particular, he wants us to go after a large quantity of metal in storage, something that'll really sell on the markets."
I froze. "Oh gods, we're robbing some national reserve of a ton of gold."
"Not quite." Somehow, Roman's grin became wider. "We're going after something even rarer. Some ore exclusively found in Vacuo, and makes for the toughest, most unbreakable weapons and armor on Remnant. Adamantium."
Still have so much left to learn. So much left to solve…
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A/N: If there was one group that Kouzai would accompany to the 39th Vytal Festival for whatever reason, it'd be Roman and Neo. And here's the appearance of another rare metal. On another note, who's got catchy names for the other perspectives. Gizmo Gear had Beaconpoint for Ozpin and Glynda, but I'm fresh out of creative naming sense for the other two.
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Next Chapter Date: 10/14/19