A luscious city full of vast markets and beautiful trees came into view under an airship as its passengers came to glance outside at the city of Mistral. The city had become renown as the cultural capital of the world of Remnant, home to movie stars, playwrights, and directors. A lively movie theater also appeared below them, showcasing all sorts of movies, ranging from Spruce Willis' Try Hard 2 to Hei Li's Murasaki. The various passengers had customized weapons strapped to their backs or waists and wore various outfits of many colors. In a separate room on the airship, three people looked out at the city. The first was a towering, silver-haired man in silver armor that had a crude sword impaling a grimm on its cuirass and a small silver dragon on his shoulder. His greatsword was in a scabbard on his back and he held a conquistador helmet on his right. A short woman stood to his right in a red shirt and black yoga pants with a purple violin strapped to her back and her brown hair in a ponytail. To her right stood a man in white robes with a long gray rod in a sheath on his back.
"Nice view that we have here." Remarked the armored man.
"Doesn't mean too much to me. I've seen it a thousand times and I'd rather forget that I've ever seen it." The woman commented.
"Ah you two are missing the big picture." Said the man in white robes. "It's not about the city. It's about the friends and adventures we'll make up there." He pointed out towards the city's finest structure, an academy complex standing on top of a gorgeous waterfall.
"That symbol on your hand…" the armored man started. "Isn't that the Baiyulong family crest?" Draco asked, pointing to a white clock symbol on the man's hand that had a dragon circling around it.
"Yeah, it is." He answered with little thought to it until he had a good look at the armored man's own symbol. "That's the Argentum family crest! That's why you asked. I'm Gyoshun Baiyulong. Our parents were on the same team at Haven."
"Draco Argentum. Pleased to meet you." The two shook hands.
"Lucky coincidence, huh?" the woman briefly chuckled to herself.
"You have a name, sweetheart?" Gyoshun asked, cracking a smile.
"Nindsey Lerneascarlet." She answered, wishing she could blow his smile off his face.
"Wait, Lerneascarlet? Wasn't your dad Kynaios, the founder of the White Fang?" Draco asked.
"Yes, I don't like talking about it." She answered.
"My mistake. Oh, we're landing right now." Draco apologized.
As the airship touched down on an airfield, Draco reflected on the years of training that got him here. He had an archaic education compared to most of Remnant's huntsmen-in-training, being tutored by his legendary father, Hercules. He thought of their last sparring match together, done just yesterday.
Wind calmly blew on some grass in Mistral's countryside. Draco stood in a middle guard across from his father, a tall huntsman wielding a poleaxe that was equal in length to Draco's greatsword. The two circled around briefly before engaging in combat.
Hercules rotated his poleaxe so its butt faced his son and pressed a button, firing a small cannon shot at Draco. The young man effortlessly bisected the shot as his father charged him, deflecting a strike from Hercules' poleaxe. Draco swung horizontally, forcing his father to duck as the elite huntsman kicked him back. Hercules stabbed with his weapon and Draco deflected the thrust, rocking his father's guard with a forceful diagonal shaft. The dragon on his shoulder leaped onto Draco's arms and merged with them to form scales to amplify the man's strength. The huntsman was forced back by the force of the strike as his son fired a triple burst of dust rounds from his greatsword Grimgutter. Hercules effortlessly deflected the rounds, jumping and swiping at Draco with the hammer part of his weapon. Draco narrowly dodged and then he dodged his father's backhand swipe with the axe. Hercules stabbed again, forcing his son to block. Draco kicked him back, making two horizontal slashes at his father, who leaped and rolled in between the attacks. Hercules landed hard on the ground, kicking up two small rocks. The huntsman hit both in two strikes, causing them to expand and glow silver with the aura transferred into them. Draco bisected one rock, only to get pummeled by another, which caused his silver aura to crack. As his son defended himself, Hercules grabbed his arm and lightly slammed him to the ground, breaking his aura.
The two chuckled and hugged as they rose, with Draco still brimming with confidence.
"Good job, son. You held up longer than I expected." The huntsman remarked.
"Thanks."
Draco reminisced and hoped that he would see his father over break as he walked out of the airship. He and the others remained calm until another airship started descending in flames over the Haven skies.