The old samurai sat alone, meditating on the happenings of the world. He had learned the way of nature years ago when the moon was whole, and the sky red. He could feel the needs, wants, and satisfaction of every living thing around him like a whisper. He could feel as far as the wind blew, which meant the attempted subtly of the old wizard had failed.

"You're not as quiet as you wish to be, Ozpin." He opened his eyes, slowly turning his head to look at the white haired man.

"What gave me away?"

"Everything." He stood facing him, noticing Qrow just behind him. "I see my old student has joined you."

"I ain't your student, old man." Afro shot him a glare, a warning to test his patience. Qrow took a small step back, the fear of confrontation with such a dangerous man obvious in his eyes. Ozpin coughed, getting Afro's attention.

"You came for a reason, yes? We'll speak inside." Afro stood, walking to his home before the familiar sense of malice grabbed him. Placing a hand on his blade, he drew it out and faced the Seer that had manifested near them. He glared at the thing, expecting it to attack him before a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Don't. We all want to speak with you." The master samurai faced Ozpin, glaring at him. Ozpin swallowed and took a single step back, feeling sweat rolling down his forehead. "We know about the headbands..." It was silent for a moment, and Afro sheathed his blade before walking into his home.

"Come inside, please."

If there was one thing that could describe Cardin's mind at the moment, it was 'snapped'. His pride was that of an arrogant prince who's had everything handed to him, and had staged fights with strong peasants, who could've easily crushed him if they wanted, just to stroke his own ego. His pride was being damaged by the blonde idiot that thought he could best him just because of a new weapon. His team had seen this, and yet they feared backlash from their very clearly insane leader, so they obeyed every single one of his orders.

Thirteen beawolves, four Ursas, and a borbatusk for good measure. The manic look in Cardin's eyes confirmed his detachment from reality. He was not thinking of the consequences.

Afro poured a third cup of tea for himself, as sat down to speak with his guests. They looked anxiously at him, waiting for him to explain the situation. "You all know that my arrival also meant the arrival of the headbands. Where I am from, they only signify a position of some influence for the world. But here, they hold true power, enough to level armies and much more. It was because of them that the moon is no longer full; but they themselves were not responsible for it, for the guardians must clash if the bearers do too."

"Where are you going with this, old man?" Afro took a sip from his tea, not bothering to even glance at his failed student.

"You fear what damage could be caused by my students. What you don't understand is that they are more than capable of handling the power the headbands have to offer, regardless of what they may do when they come to blows." Qrow stood up, glaring at the samurai master.

"You really think we're gonna let them just keep the things? You must be out of your mind!" Afro remained quiet for what felt a long time. He looked at the scruffy man, a warning in his eyes.

"Will you try to take the headbands? Perhaps try to take the No. 1 first? If you value your limbs, and the safety of you nieces, you will do no such thing. To anger a god is certainly not something anyone should do."

Cardin could only stare at Jaune's swift blade movement and firearm skill decimated the grim surrounding him. The blonde reacted as soon as the creatures were unleashed on him, barely letting them get within arms reach before dismembering them with an accuracy that had not been there in the beginning of the school year. Then their eyes met.

"Well maybe we'll go for the No. 2!" Qrow shouted.

"You're only asking for death in that situation." Salem's voice echoed through the Seer

"What do you mean by that?" Afro folded his arms.

"The No. 1 headband can only be achieved by claiming it if it has no owner. That's how it was in the beginning. The No. 2 was for those who craved the power, and were worthy of fighting the No. 1, if only they could get to them in one piece. The No. 2 is the mark of death for whoever holds it, no matter who they are or what position they hold in the world. Anyone can claim the No. 2 if they wished, but if the holder is someone as skilled as my student, they will only reach their demise."

Adam stood surrounded by bandits. It was obvious to him who they belonged to, and he knew she wanted the headband. If any words were said to him, he ignored them, choosing to suddenly draw his blade and cut them all down. NinjaNinja chuckled in the background, a sadistic grin on his face.

"And they all fall down This is the world Adam, and you're all too familiar with it." Adam ignored him as he cut down an ambush team that had been waiting for him. The guardian of the No. 2 sighed, tossing his cigarette down at a pool of blood before jumping into action. Raven watched from afar as her men were slaughtered like pigs. Her eyes narrowed.

"I guess we'll have to do this myself..."

"Oh no..." Qrow's eyes widened. "If anyone can just go for the second one, then-" Oz[in interrupted him, finishing his sentence.

"Raven will no doubt be after it herself." Afro raised his head a the mention of her name. He recalled her very well. She was an overly ambitious student of his. Her philosophy was one that was meant only for animals in nature, not humans. He rejected her the right to wear the No. 2 as he could clearly see the darkness in her heart.

"I suppose it is time I get back into the swing of things." He stood. "If I'm correct, all three of you will only fuck this up more than it needs to be." The Afro Samurai placed his blade on stand, leaving it there as he walked to a small drawer. He opened it, pulling out the very blade that had sent Remnant into chaos when it first revealed itself to it.

The blade of Rokutaro

Sorry for the rushed result, I'm just working chapter to chapter at this point. If anyone would like to write for this story, you're more than welcomed to it.