Wow, a lot of you are really hung up on the hair, huh? Well, there had to be some price for his power, right?
Also, why was this chapter late? Last monday, I went in for a wisdom teeth removal. I think enough has been said.
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or the concept of One Punch Man.
"You all must be wondering why I have called everyone here to a meeting." A grey-haired man at the end of a table spoke aloud, before taking a drink of coffee from his mug. Despite having a cane and generally looking like your average everyday old person that probably was hiding something, it would come as a surprise that this man used to be one of the most powerful hunters in Remnant before retiring to become the headmaster of the most prestigious hunter training school in Remnant.
This man was named Ozpin.
"Well, you usually have good reasons for doing so, my old friend." A rather portly grey haired gentleman by the name of Peter Port exclaimed.
"Thank you for your vote of confidence, Peter." Ozpin replied. "Now then, the reason why I have all called you here is because of the latest report from academy team RPBY, and before you say anything, Glynda, they did not accidently stumble upon another evil plot and had to stop it. Honestly, it's been three years, you will never let it go, will you?"
A severe blond with glasses and a tattered purple cape shook her head. "I will not, Ozpin."
Ozpin could only sigh in understanding. "I at least thank you for your frankness, Glynda. Now then, as I was saying, team RPBY came back from their mission to take on a pack of beowolves that were reportedly taking some of a village's livestock. As the intel stated, it was supposed to be a small number of beowolves, however, it turns out the number was much more larger than that. Or at least, that is what all the gore seemed to suggest."
One professor, cupping his own mug of coffee, and jittering in his seat, sat still long enough to ask. "Wait, do you mean?"
Ozpin nodded. "Precisely, Oobleck, as you all know this officially marks the seventh time that a team has been sent out on a mission, only to report that their mark had already been neutralized. What is important about this is that we have confirmation that all this is indeed the work of an outside force."
Ozpin waited for a moment as the faculty discussed among themselves the implications of this information. During the past few months, the region was becoming famous among hunter circles for their grimm suddenly resolving themselves, the marks of the hunters ending up mysteriously as piles of gore. As the conversation calmed down, Ozpin cleared his throat.
"What's more, team RPBY has already taken pictures as evidence. Turn your attentions now to the screen above."
As the pictures appeared on the screen, the battle hardened veterans turned teachers barely batted an eye. Then Professor Port's eyes narrowed as he focused in one detail.
"That dry spot right there in the middle...Is that?"
"According to the report that RPBY prepared, they theorize that is the zone of engagement."
"Really?" Glynda blinked. "But that's only big enough for one person? Are you saying that one person took on an entire horde of beowolves, standing still?"
Ozpin nodded. "And according to the report, they found a trail of footprints that undoubtedly belonged to whoever this person, and the gait suggests that they managed to leave under their own power. They couldn't find anything that suggests that whoever the person is, they weren't seriously wounded."
"But here is the point I wish to make about this, since I'm sure you're wondering. I believe that this person and the recent cases of seemingly resolved grimm cases are connected. As you can see here, if you put the cases on a map and have them appear in chronological order..."
A map of the region appeared, and dots placing the location of each spot. As the faculty watched, their eyes widened as they slowly began to trace out the pattern.
"It's...all in a path." Oobleck said in amazement, adjusting his glasses.
"Precisely." Ozpin nodded. "All the sites seem to have been possibly visited by our mysterious wanderer here, and that is what concerns me, that they are wandering and despite these towns saved, they have no idea on who or even what their problem solver is. I'm not exactly sure why, but either way, considering the...debacle that we had three years ago, I'm not willing to dismiss it."
Setting the coffee cup down on the table, Ozpin stared straight at the faculty.
"There will still be missions sent out into that region. Even if their original target has been dealt with, their secondary objective will be find out any and all information they can about that person and how they dealt with the problem. With that, you are all dismissed."
"Wow, so your mission was a bust just like us?! OH, who do you think it was! Maybe a rouge hunter that doesn't like the sister, or some silent samurai who swore revenge on all grimm because they ate his parents, well doesn't matter because they are so going down for taking away grimms for me to-"
Lie Ren, recognizing that his childhood friend was going into hyperactive mode, quickly got one of the cookies on his lunch tray and stuffed it right in Nora's face. Nora stopped talking just to chew on the delighted sweet. Weiss Schnee could only nod and thank Ren silently, since dealing with Nora Valkyrie just took so much energy from her.
It was moments like those that made Weiss wish she had been in team RPBY. As she rubbed her head, she noticed Ruby and Penny furiously drawing and making diagrams of something.
"Ruby, Penny, what is that?"
Ruby didn't even hear her as she continued to work, so it was Penny who looked up.
"Currently, me and Ruby are trying to figure out possible weapon schematics for our mystery person. Right now, we are now figuring out if gauntlets with shotgun attachments similar to Ember Celicia match."
"Hey, Penny!" Ruby spoke up as she looked up. "What do you think about this?"
Penny looked down at the latest design before shaking.
"I don't think that would be possible. The recoil could be throw off punches even with aura reinforcement."
"Penny, Penny, you and I really should spar some more some time... But you're right, hold on a bit." Ruby said as she began to vigorously erase the designs again, before reworking the variables again. Weiss stared before looking over, trying to comprehend the design.
"Doubt it was something like my Ember Cecilia," Yang commented. "Seriously, whatever that guy or girl had, that was some serious firepower."
Blake nodded. "Not to mention there were no signs of bullet casings or any notion that they were picking them up."
At that, the redheaded Spartan of Team WPRN, Pyrrha Nikos, looked over at Ren. "Then what about bare handed technique? Ren, you think you can pour more aura into that to do the same thing?"
Ren shook his head as he got another cookie and shoved it into Nora's mouth as she finished the first one.
"Doubtful, that technique is only good for precision strike, not full destructive force, like you guys are saying. Even if I had poured more aura into it, it would probably only pierce through harder material. Honestly, I would look more into possible weapon designs. Even if there is a technique like that, the sheer amount to blow grimms apart like that, all individually like that..."
Ren paused.
"How many Beowolves were in that pack, again?"
Penny took a moment to think, before smiling.
"At least 33 Beowolves, calculated by the area covered by blood and the volume of blood an average Beowulf has."
Everyone stopped for a bit, trying not to let the information disturb them.
"Right...And then, having Aura shielding protecting them while a swarm of Beowolves attack you from all angles? The amount of aura needed for all that would be monstrous, bordering on absolutely impossible."
"And besides..." Weiss jumped back into the conversation. "We're just students."
"Weiss..." Blake began only for Weiss to hold up a finger.
"Listen...We barely made it the last time we got involved in something, and need I remind you that was something that we got involved in. Cinder...The White Fang...I surprised we managed to make it out as well as we need to... Heck, I'm surprised Cardin and his brutes made it out alright when he called the White Fang a bunch of animals right in front of their faces."
Cardin looked up from his table, looked back at Weiss, before showing his middle finger.
"I'm just saying..." Weiss sighed. "We've done our part, and soon enough we'll be doing it again when we graduate. I...enjoy this time we have together, and I know we won't have it forever...So can we at least enjoy it without...this?"
The table was a island of silence among the endless chatter and gaiety of the cafeteria. Then Nora spoke up again.
"I still say w-HRM!" Nora was interrupted as Ren stuffed another cookie into her mouth.
"Whatever you want to say, say it quickly. I'm running out of cookies."
The table was quiet at first, mulling over Weiss' outburst. Finally, Blake, looking apphensive, looked at Weiss. Yang reached out to touch her shoulder, but Blake didn't respond. After a few moments, she opened her mouth.
"I...I know I...we should. Weiss, you're right, we've done our part, we've done more than anyone asked. But something about this... It just doesn't feel like something we can ignore, because sooner or later...this is going to affect us all. I mean...I felt something there, and it just keeps me awake, just makes me nervous."
"Whatever happened there, whoever this person is, I don't think that's the extent of what they can do..."
Jaune yawned as he stretched his arms, hearing the limbs give off that satisfying crack and that wonderful aura of looseness come over. Clicking his mouth, he gave off a sigh as he got off the table he was using as a bed. Grabbing the blanket off the ground, he folded it before setting it aside.
Going outside, he gargled and washed his face a bit with water out of the rainwater barrel. Then getting a bucket, he drew water, before dumping it on himself. Shaking excess water off him, and drying whatever was left with a towel, he got out his new clothes and put them on. Checking his now dry and more importantly, rather plump wallet, he nodded to himself, before taking one last look around at the bar that he had been working in.
Breathing in one last time, and checking over the note that he was leaving for Thomas, Jaune opened the door and left. Blinking at the morning sun, he tossed his hood over his head, the bright rays now less harsh against his shadowed eyes. With that, he began walking, and he walked through the streets until he came against the outskirts of the town, on top of a convenient hill that overlooked the slowly rousing town.
It was peaceful, he thought to himself as the townspeople began to wake themselves up and the bustle of the town began anew. However, peacefulness, while nice, wasn't kind to someone like him. He was an odd jobs man, and odd jobs men needed troubles, problems. So while it was nice, it was time for him to move on.
Bidding farewell to the town, he turned to leave, just as someone slammed against him. Jaune didn't even budge, then he looked down. His eyes bugged as he realized there was now a stain on his hoodie.
"OH COME ON! I DIDN'T EVEN GET OUT OF THE TOWN PROPER! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!"
"MISTER!"
"Huh?"
Looking down on who it was that was tugging on his hoodie, he looked at the kid...before tugging his hoodie away.
"Kid, please don't get my new hoodie dirty with that red stuff you got on your face."
"MISTER! THERE'S A BIG BLACK URSA AFTER ME!"
"Geez, kid, calm down. And besides, aren't all Grimms black?"
Just then, a Ursa burst out of the brush, mouth foaming, before it locked on to the only two people in the clearing. The kid screamed and hid behind Jaune, while Jaune looked at it with the air of a gardener who just saw a rather interesting butterfly flutter into his garden.
"Huh, that's a pretty big Ursa."
Smelling the red sap, the Ursa roared and charged at the duo. The kid merely closed his eyes, and grasped Jaune tightly. Jaune didn't even looked concerned even as the Ursa jumped at them, maw opening and claws gleaming as it headed straight for their throats.
Then Jaune punched its head off so hard that the headless carcass was sent skyrocketing into the horizon.
"Okay, now's that over, I got two questions. First of all, why me?"
"Because you helped my dad become less of a drunk loser."
"...Fair enough, now what's this stuff and can I get it off?"
In front of From Dust till Dawn, the old owner of the shop was sweeping the street in front.
"Hm...what day was it today?"
Suddenly, something fell from the sky...and crashed right into the window of his shop, just scant inches from his body. The old man didn't even move. As the dust settled, the old man looked around at the destroyed remnants of his shop before sighing.
"Yep, must be Thursday."