Ep.2
Demonic ninja leave no traces behind.
I've observed every single disciple on this ship, who are planning to join the Great Hunt against the darkness. In fact, no disciple of the Great Hunt has noticed my presence while I was scanning them, like an owl observing the prey in the night. To keep my stealth, to keep my motives unknown to the other disciples, I decide to be the last person to get off this flying dust machine. As soon as I break my stealth at the gate of the flying dust machine, my comrades noticed my presence.
"Cobalt~!" Tyrian greeted me with a big smile on his face and by dramatically waving his arm. The others gave me a light greeting.
"I'm here." I lightly greeted everyone. While I was observing Neon, I noticed that he was twisting his face and his sharp red eyes in disgust while he was looking down at his outfit. However, I didn't notice anything different about him. I found no gore on his green and black sleeveless jacket which he wore over the black long sleeve T-shirt. His dark shoulder armor had nothing but its usual dents and scratches, and his gray jeans were clean from any dirt. The belt on his waist, and the belts on his thigh and even the chains attached to his belts were clean. Finally his shoes…I noticed that Neon's shoes were covered with something that gave off a foul smell.
"Why must thou have safe distance from Neon?" I beseeched both Nero and Tyrian, even though I knew what both of them were going to say.
"Because he smells like puke." With his tone filled with obviousness Tyrian spoke.
"Neon got puked on by a blonde vomit boy," On the other hand, Nero's voice was filled with concern. "I hope Beacon has some spare shoes or uniform that they're going to give us."
"I see. It seems that I too must keep a safe distance from Neon," I closed my nostril with my right hand. "Neon, I must say thy shoes are reeking with a vile scent." And I stepped back away from Neon.
"Seriously, one more word and I might kick one of you with these shoes." With a voice filled with rage he warned us.
Demonic ninja must always distance themselves away from filth. Therefore, I laid my eyes on my own equipment, and began a thorough inspection. My navy colored sleeveless top and combat ready trousers, which were covered with black leather armor patches at strategic points, were clean. Finally, my iron plated forearm and knee/shin guards, and silk decorations all seemed to be free from filth. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Anyway, let's go to the ceremony. Everyone has already left and we have around 5 minutes to get to the hall." With haste, Nero spoke while he checked the time with his watch.
"Pardon?" with a suspicious tone I spoke.
"It's already time for the assembly. You've been busy waiting for everyone to get off, and the three of us were busy trying to wash this puke off." Nero interrupted me as he strongly wished to start the journey to the hall.
"Then let's go!" Tyrian said in cheers. Then we began our small trip.
Demonic ninja never express emotion. However, within my heart I felt a powerful satisfaction whilst looking upon Beacon Academy. The disciples who art currently walking on the grounds of Beacon were strong. My body was itching by observing the disciples on the academy grounds. Clearly the disciples who had already been training on these grounds were far greater than the disciples who had just got off from the flying machine. With bursting excitement I spoke to myself;
'I'll grow stronger by learning the ways of the Great Hunt.'
Within time, my comrades and I reached the great hall where masters of the hunt were going to speak. There were countless disciples who were talking amongst themselves and anticipating the speech. In fact, the noise was so strong that they may not notice even if I began to make them faint one by one. How many of these disciples will be a match for my strength? I wondered.
"Will the masters speak soon?" I beseeched Nero.
"They will speak soon," Nero said confidently and smiled. "Just be patient." Then he laid his hand on my head and began to...pat it. The mere mortal, how dare he-
"Ahem – I'll keep this brief…"Then Head Master Ozpin began his speech. I sensed that master Ozpin was very powerful, as I could not measure his strength with a single look. Even I, one of the great Ten Pillars of the Inner cycle of Demonic Ninjas, could not judge how great his power was. Is he suppressing his power or is his strength far beyond my understanding? I began to wonder in excitement. I must have a duel with Head Master Ozpin one day...
"You have traveled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you and all I see is wasted energy in need of purpose, direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."
His voice was filled with disappointment? Encouragement or discomfort? I couldn't find what he felt. However, I knew what I had to do from that speech.
"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins".
As soon as Head Master Ozpin finished his speech, Master Goodwitch began handing out instructions. "Be ready. You are dismissed!"
At her word I let out a small laugh...
Demonic ninja are always ready.
Demonic ninja are always expecting the unexpected.
Demonic ninja always initiate with the unseen blade...