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A few days had passed since Wayle met Latune and started establishing himself in this new place. He was lucky to be adaptable enough to only need a few days to get used to things and he found that most comforts were still available, although flight was something much more restricted than it was in the Republic or Empire.

He and Latune had met again a few times more, allowing him to further speed up the process of assimilating into their society. Now he had little to no problem understanding the written language and he could take care of himself quite well in regards to acquiring food or lodging. He still hadn't been able to find a weapon that could replace the lightsaber. Not that he was looking for one that was better, he would find nothing like that here, but rather something he could use that wouldn't make people stare in wonder at it.

So now he found himself in a forest again, his lightsaber hidden within his vest in such a manner that he could retrieve it quickly. The reason he had come to this place was that he had taken on a request to kill some Grimm as they had been causing trouble in the area.

"Great, so now I'm hunting bounties." He muttered to himself, scanning the area with the force.

After a few seconds he felt the presence he was looking for, that void of malice that was the Grimm. They were coming for him in quite the numbers, a thought that unsettled him quite a bit.

"Why so many? I know they hate humans but this is a bit much." Not that he couldn't handle them but fighting so many at once was not a prospect he relished.

Just at that moment a large creature that was very similar to those he had fought last time but much larger crashed out of the forest, charging straight at him. He readied his lightsaber and charged at the oncoming beast.

'If I remember correctly, that's an Ursa. They're not that known for overly aggressive behaviour. At least according to what I've read and from what Latune told me.' A grin appeared on his face as they approached each other, the beast clearly intending to trample him. Just as they were about to crash into each other he activated his lightsaber and jumped, splitting the beast's skull on the way up, barely clearing the spines on the back. He felt a slight pain in his leg and saw that he had nicked it on the sharp spines. 'Not doing that again.'

The next foe appeared, a bunch of Beowulves. Not giving them time to react he dashed forward, slaying two with a great swing before breaking into a roll to avoid the swiping claws of the third. Coming up out of the roll he decapitated his attacker before electrocuting two more with Lightning. He felt the elation of battle come over him and he charged, not giving his prey any time to recover from his fierce onslaught. A quick jump took him right into the middle of his foes and after throwing his lightsaber at the most distant foe he gathered the force and unleashed a maelstrom of Lightning all around him. Killing all but the largest of the Beowulves which was heavily weakened.

His spinning lightsaber having cut apart the target he willed it to return, and as it came to his hand he spun, splitting the Alpha in two, finishing the pack. It was at this moment three more Ursae appeared charging at him with ferocious roars. His smile widened slightly. 'Perfect, more prey.'

He used the force to cause two of them to crash into each other, knocking one of its feet and killing the other by impaling it on its kin's spines. The last reached him, rearing up to maul him with its paws. He dodged them before slicing the Ursa's stomach open and cutting of a leg in a flurry before pushing the dying beast away. The last Ursa came, heedless of the carnage inflicted on them by this lone man. It suddenly found itself unable to move forwards, its paws waving in empty air as its body was lifted off the ground. The next thing the poor beast knew was pain beyond anything as its body was crushed, bone cracking and muscles tearing as it died in a mangled mess.

Wayle blinked, trying to find more pray to kill. All he found was a person not too far away, and hold on… A person?! His eyes widened, there was someone there, someone powerful and that person had seen! This could be a problem, he needed to act quickly or things might get troublesome.

"Whoever you are, you can come out!" He shouted, turning towards the person. He didn't really need to though for she was already out and approaching him.

"I'm not hiding though." She said in a quiet tone betraying only the slightest hint of fear.

She was quite tall, with blonde hair neatly tied up in a bun behind her head and a type of braid that looked a bit like a screw down the right side of her head. She had green eyes covered by a pair of glasses. She wore a white vest with a black lower half and a row of rather large buttons ending in a short skirt. On her legs she wore black net stockings with black long socks covering all the way up to her knees with a pair of high heeled slippers on her feet. In her hand she held some kind of whip like object but it was too short and rigid to be a whip. To finish it all up she had a purple cape.

"Do forgive me if I startled you, but I came here to hunt some Grimm when I heard battle, and when I came here to investigate I saw Lightning and a blur of crimson and black before you somehow lifted a Ursa of the ground and crushed it from afar." She continued before looking at his weapon. "Who or what are you and what exactly is that weapon? I have never seen anything like it."

"It's a weapon that probably does not exist here. And I would prefer if it remains unknown." He glared, but to her credit she didn't blink and only through the mind reading abilities of the force could he tell that she was afraid of him. "As for me my name is Wayle Tyran and what I am is my secret and I do not feel like sharing it right now."

Suddenly she looked at a screen like device that if his memory served was called a Scroll. A frown passed over her features before she looked back at him. "There is someone who would like to meet you."

"And if I refuse?"

"In my hand I hold footage of what you did here. If you don't comply I might reveal it to all."

"And if I kill you first?" He changed his stance to one that would easily allow him to use the force on her.

"The person who wants to meet you also has the footage."

*Tsk* A frown formed on his face at his disadvantageous situation. "Fine. I'll go." He finally replied before shutting down his lightsaber and putting it back inside his vest. He could see the woman before him raise an eyebrow, probably curious about the weapon.

-Break—

He followed the woman to a simple room where a grey haired man with tussled hair and brown eyes with a pair of shaded spectacles. He wore a green scarf with a cross shaped emblem on the front with a dark green suit with a lighter green coloured shirt showing just under the scarf and over his belt, which was a simple dark belt with a gold clamp. His pants where dark green as well and his shoes where brown. In his hand was a mug filled with coffee that he casually sipped every now and then.

"Wayle Tyran. An unusual name for a mysterious young man. My name is Ozpin and I am headmaster a Beacon Academy." The man started, gesturing towards a chair as the woman went to stand beside him.

Wayle sat down, looking at the man in front of him. He had power but did not give off any sense of hostility. "Beacon. I'm afraid I'm a little bit unfamiliar with it." He adjusted himself in the chair leaning forward slightly while looking at Ozpin. "So, what do you want?"

"I have an offer for you. Our world is beset by monsters and my academy trains Huntresses and Huntsmen whose job it is to protect this world and its people." The man leaned forward. "I have seen the footage of your fight. You have an immense power and I believe it could be used for the betterment of this world. In exchange for keeping your secret I want you to join Beacon. What do you say?"

Wayle considered the offer carefully. On one hand it sounded a bit too much like the Jedi order, on the other he didn't want to try silencing the people before him and no matter what he wanted to do, getting a reputation among an order of guardians gave a lot of influence. Not to mention he probably would not be able to find a better place for learning more about this world and it's mysteries.

"Deal." He offered his hand. "I'll join this school of yours. But only on one condition."

"And that is?"

"I need a more inconspicuous weapon."

Ozpin looked over at the woman next to him who simply shrugged. "That should not be a problem. Meet me here tomorrow and we'll have a look at what's available." He shook the offered hand with a firm grip.

"Well then, tomorrow it is." Wayle said as he bowed slightly before leaving the room and returning to the hotel. Despite everything a smile crept up on his face. Things just got a slight bit more interesting.

Author's notes: And holy crap this is difficult. Tell me if you feel that I did Glynda or Ozpin wrongly, it's one of my main worries right now. I also hope you don't feel like it's rushed. I'm trying not to do things too quickly but at the same time I want to get somewhere. Please give me feedback so I can improve on the story and my writing, and have a continued nice day.