Grimm Satisfaction
Chapter 6
Pain
"Uaghhhhhhhhh, my everything hurts," I cry out exhaustedly to Zwei as I lay my sweating body against the couch.
Zwei simply barked at me and walked off into the kitchen.
You pushed your body to the limit; 1 strength, 1 constitution, and 1 agility gained
Yeeaaaah, I guess. Though, three hours of torture for this much doesn't seem worth it. I can't even imagine what Yang is feeling since Taiyang is training her twice as hard as I was and there still going.
"Hey box," I start talking between breaths, "can I ask my questions now?"
Yes
I smiled and asked,"Why do those things appear above people, why does Zwei and Taiyang have the extra thing, why do their things have question marks, and why don't I have it? Also thanks for answering my questions."
Your welcome
"No problem," I say joyfully.
Those questions are simple. Those things are the health, level, and name of the person who has it. The reason you can see it is due to The Gamer semblance.
The extra things are a title. Titles are like perks, but unique to a person. At level one hundred you will develop a title due to past actions. Other people develop titles through mostly years of effort. Most people who lived long enough have it.
You can't see Zwei's or Taiyang's status, because they are much stronger than you. You must be at least 100 levels below a person to see their level or health.
"Zwei is much stronger than me?" I ask confused on how the cute, cuddly Zwei could hurt anything.
Yes. Much, much, much stronger than you.
"How much?" I ask curiously before sitting up.
Think of the Beowolf you faced. Now imagine a couple thousand of them.
Uh oh, That would be no good at all.
Zwei could kill them all without any trouble.
Woah, he's like Taiyang or Qrow. Does that mean he's a hunter dog? Before I could ask myself anymore questions Zwei came up to me with a glass of water held up by sand.
I thanked Zwei and he barked in response. Then he jumped up onto the couch and laid next to me. I drank my water and set it down against the table. Yawning I begin laying down. "Training took its toll on me," I quietly say, "A nap should be good right now." I sat my head on a pillow and Zwei moved himself closer. "A nap sounds really nice."
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Ughhhh, a White Fang base just had to set up in Vacao. That hell-hole of desert and death would make any man regret even stepping in the place. How anybody lives here is beyond my imagination.
The worst part is that they didn't even set up in the nice part of the desert. No beautiful sand dunes, oases, or vegetation, because in the western part of Vacao everything is dead. This wasteland is full of two things, idiots and Grimm. It was my job to deal with both. I didn't even want to deal with one.
I sighed, sometimes I wondered if Ozpin just loves screwing with me. I began my mockery of Ozpin, "Oh Qrow, go on this mission where you can't turn into a crow, can't travel with someone else, can't let anyone see you, and can't bring any alcohol." I could live with the first three, but the last one was where the line was drawn!
"Water is much more important than alcohol, Qrow," he would say. Please, if it can't drown my sorrows away then can it really be considered a drink?
At least I'll be able to take a break for two weeks. While I'm all for the greater good, nothing gets in my way of seeing my daughter. Even if she doesn't know I'm her Dad that's… okay. If she did then she'd probably die in a week. As soon as Salem finds out that another Silver-eyed Warrior was born, a massive wave of Grimm would magically appear and wipe Patch off the face off Remnant. Though, even if Ruby wasn't Silver-eyed than she'd do it just to spite us.
"Damn it. All this time without alcohol has gotten me thinking about Summer," I yell out in annoyance. The women of my dreams from Beacon. She's perfect in every way possible and she loved me even with all of my horrible flaws. Hell, the only reason I stayed back in Vale after graduating Beacon was Summer.
"Thinking about what could have been is always a mood killer!" I yell to myself in anger kicking up sand. In a peaceful world, or at least one without Salem, then we could have lived a peaceful life with our lovely daughter. If Salem didn't hate Silver-eyed warriors or agents of Ozpin then we maybe could have been fine. I sigh, and say "I can't wait for the day I watch her die."
In my self pity I failed to realize the ground rumbling. Looking up I saw a dozen Brachyura. They were house sized Grimm with two massive crab-like claws of pure white bone. Their back was protected by a smooth layer of bone with intricate patterns of blood red. Hundreds of black tendrils acted as legs. All of their glowing, red eyes staring down on me. "Finally, something to take my anger out on!" I excitedly announce.
Shooting forward I activate my semblance and direct it towards the Brachyura. The wind picks up and a sand storm blinds them. Pulling Harbinger from my back I activate it's Scythe mode. In a single slice the Brachyura nearest to me splits in two and I move onto the next and then the next. I cracked shells, sliced off claws, smashed heads, and shattered bone. In only a minute all of the crabs were dead.
"Ugh, now I have to deal with this sandstorm for the rest of the mission!" I criticized myself for being stupid, "Those Brachyura made my day even worse!"
Alcohol could have been really good at the moment.
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Two weeks later and I was traveling home. The White Fang put up very little resistance. Even when I was holding back they couldn't even scratch me. You'd think they would place a competent fighter in a base constantly surrounded by Grimm, but no they didn't. Maybe they did, though. Very few people could actually beat me in a fight and even fewer aren't Hunters.
I already told Ozpin of my success and sent him all of the information gained. The only thing left to do is to go back to Patch. Of course Ozpin has forbidden me from ever riding on a Bullhead or airship. It's not my fault every single one I have been on has crashed. Okay maybe it is my fault, but it isn't my fault that Lady Luck is personally out to get me!
Guess I have to fly the old fashion way. Transforming into a crow is always an unpleasant experience. Unpleasant being an understatement. Pain ripples through your body as it crumpled and compacts itself into a small location. Even clothes and other items on you change. The pain is easily ignorable after awhile, but the experience is always chilling.
I cawed. Time to fly for hours over a boring desert and then hours over boring forests. I could fly hundreds of times faster than a normal crow, but that didn't save me from endless boredom. When I first flew I was easily excited. Everything was interesting, but flying for hours on end stops that quickly. Huh, Time for flight.
In eight hours I finally got out of the horrible desert and entered the boring forests. The sun had already set and the cabin was twelve ish hours away. Sleep was unnecessary at the moment. I could sleep after I got back home. A week of no sleep meant nothing to me.
Thirteen hours later the cabin came into view. Daytime had already started and the sun was rising higher and higher. By the time I reached the cabin I was drop dead tired. I may have spent too much energy on killing Grimm.
I drowsily entered the house and eyed the couch. My vision was blurry, but I could see a black and white shape there. "Eh, Zwei should be alright with me sleeping next to him."
Author's Note
Ohohohohohoh Ohohohohohohohohoh. How did I do on Qrow? Pretty good if I say so myself, but myself is subjective to myself so…...
10/10 would JoJo again.