I stood in the expanse of Ozpin's office, perched atop the academy. The sheer magnitude of said academy left me in awe. As I observed him behind his desk, a steaming beverage in hand, his gaze fixed upon the window, a sense of mystery hung in the air. An device unfamiliar to me lay was in his hand, capturing his attention.

"Frank Jaeger..." he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue with a hint of intrigue. "Another term for 'Jaeger' is 'hunter.' Quite the peculiar coincidence." He pivoted, directing his focus towards me. "So, who are you, Mister Jaeger?" he queried.

"I am nobody," I responded, my voice steady but tinged with an air of anonymity.

"Indeed," Ozpin mused, a contemplative tone colouring his words. "I find it rather perplexing. There is no trace of your existence. No records, no evidence to be found. It's as if you were erased from the annals of history. A most curious enigma, wouldn't you agree?" He approached, his eyes piercing into mine. "Grey eyes..." he murmured, his voice trailing off. "And pray tell, how old are you?"

"Fifty-three," I replied, confident in my answer.

A slight chuckle escaped Ozpin's lips, an amused glimmer in his eyes. "Fifty-three, you say? Time has surely been kind to you, Mister Jaeger. Were it not for my knowledge, I would easily mistake you for a youth of seventeen or eighteen."

Confusion coursed through me at his words. What did he mean by that? As my gaze wandered towards the window behind him, a fleeting glimpse of my reflection caught my attention. To my astonishment, my face bore no trace of wrinkles or age. It was as if the hands of time had reversed their course, leaving me bewildered by this unexplainable phenomenon.

"Your countenance may belie youth, yet your eyes and prowess in combat speak volumes of a seasoned veteran," Ozpin remarked, his voice laced with a deep understanding.

"You can discern so much just from looking into my eyes?" I inquired, surprised by his statement.

"Indeed," he affirmed, nodding sagely. "The eyes are a window to the soul, capable of revealing more than one might realise." He took another sip from his drink, maintaining his keen gaze. "Tell me, Mister Jaeger, do you know what Aura is?"

Regretfully, I shook my head. "I'm afraid not."

"Very well. And what about Semblance, Dust, or Grimm? Are any of these terms familiar to you?" he probed further.

Once again, I had to admit my lack of knowledge. "No, they are not."

A small, knowing smile graced his features as he gently placed his mug back on the desk, his hands finding comfort on the handle of his cane. "May I have the honour of examining your weapon?" he asked politely, yet with an air of genuine curiosity. Though hesitant, I considered his request and reluctantly handed over my sword. He tucked his cane under his arm and began studying it intently.

"My, my. This weapon is a masterpiece," he marvelled, his eyes alight with fascination. "A sword reinforced by a potent alternating current and resonating at extremely high vibration frequencies, granting it the ability to cut through anything. Truly, this is more than a mere hunter's weapon." He explained.

"You can-"

"Yes, I can tell just from looking," Ozpin interjected, his voice calm and authoritative. He leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on me. "I've seen many hunter weapons throughout my years, yet none quite like this. Pray tell, did you craft this weapon yourself?"

I shook my head, a flicker of hesitation crossing my face. "It was given to me," I replied, my voice betraying a hint of emotion. The blade held a weight of memories, both painful and profound, that I preferred to keep hidden.

A knowing glint sparkled in Ozpin's eyes as he nodded in understanding. "The way you wielded it earlier against the Grimm, employing the reverse grip, it's a rather unconventional stance that few warriors utilise. Yet, you handled it with natural ease and precision," he remarked, a touch of admiration lacing his words. With a measured gesture, he extended my sword back to me. "I would recommend acquiring a suitable sheath for it, to ensure both its protection and your own."

A silence fell between the two of us as I took my blade back, before Ozpin spoke again.

"Who are you, Frank?" Ozpin asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"Why do you want to know?" I replied, my tone guarded and cautious.

Ozpin's expression softened, and he took a step closer. "I want to help you, Frank. Truly, I mean it," he assured me, his sincerity evident.

I hesitated, weighing my options. Finally, I made up my mind. "If I tell you, you swear not to breathe a word of it to a single soul?" I demanded, seeking reassurance.

"I swear," he replied without hesitation, his voice steady.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself to share a story that was both extraordinary and deeply personal. "You better get comfortable." I warned, a hint of resignation in my voice. "This is going to be a long and unbelievable tale."


As I began recounting my extraordinary journey, Ozpin's hands instinctively moved to the sides of his head, as if trying to absorb the weight of the revelations. I held nothing back, sharing every detail of my life, my origins, and the world I came from.

I spoke of my childhood as a child soldier in Mozambique, my salvation at the hands of Big Boss, to being captured and transformed into what they called "The Perfect Soldier,", to being saved by Big Boss once again. I shared the haunting memory of the Rhodesian Civil War, where I took the lives of Naomi's parents and, out of guilt, took it upon myself to raise her. I revealed my involvement with FOXHOUND and the gripping tale of my capture in Outer Heaven, only to be saved by Solid Snake.

The weight of my words grew heavier as I recounted my time with Big Boss in Zanzibar Land and the fateful encounter with Snake in the treacherous minefield, which ultimately led to my demise. I described the indescribable pain of my body being taken from Zanzibar, the cruel experiments that transformed me into the Cyborg Ninja, and the vengeance I sought by ending the life of Doctor Clark, the woman responsible for my torment.

As I revealed the truth about my relentless pursuit of Snake, our final confrontation at Shadow Moses, and my ultimate demise, I watched Ozpin's expression change. It was a mixture of awe, disbelief, and perhaps even a tinge of sorrow. The weight of my story settled in the air, and silence hung between us, the gravity of my words sinking in.

"I..." Ozpin began, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and uncertainty. "I don't even know what to say."

A hint of skepticism crept into my voice. "You don't believe me, do you?"

Ozpin paused, his gaze fixed on his mug as he took a thoughtful sip from his hot beverage. The silence stretched between us for a brief moment, before he finally looked up, meeting my eyes with a resolute expression.

"I believe you, Frank," he affirmed, his voice steady and sincere.

Surprised, I couldn't help but question his conviction. "You do?"

A small smile graced Ozpin's lips as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes holding a glimmer of understanding. "Your eyes, Frank. They speak volumes. They hold a truth that cannot be feigned or fabricated. In all my years, I've learned to trust the instincts that come with the burden of leading this academy. And right now, my instincts tell me that your story, as fantastical as it may seem, carries the weight of truth."

His words resonated within me, a spark of hope igniting amidst the uncertainty. I felt a glimmer of gratitude for his willingness to believe in the inexplicable.

"Why do you want to help me?" I asked him.

Ozpin's gaze held a hint of contemplation, as if he were searching for the right words to convey his reasoning. After a brief pause, he spoke with a calm yet determined voice.

"Frank, throughout my years as headmaster of Beacon Academy, I have witnessed countless individuals facing their own struggles, their own demons. I have seen firsthand the transformative power of compassion, guidance, and second chances. Your story, though extraordinary and complex, resonates with that same potential."

He took a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing. "In this world, Remnant, we are bound by the belief that every soul has the capacity for growth and change. I have come to realise that even those who have endured hardships and made questionable choices can find redemption and make a positive impact."

Ozpin's eyes met mine, unwavering in their conviction. "You, Frank, possess a wealth of experiences and skills that could greatly contribute to our cause of defending Remnant from the forces of darkness. Despite the shadows that have defined your past, I see a flicker of hope, a chance for redemption."

He paused, a gentle yet firm smile gracing his lips. "I offer my help because I believe in the potential within you. Together, we can forge a new path, one that honours your past while guiding you towards a brighter future. Beacon Academy can provide the support, education, and sense of belonging that you seek."

As I listened to his words, a mix of emotions welled up within me. The idea of redemption, of finding purpose in a world so vastly different from my own, seemed both daunting and enticing. I met Ozpin's gaze, searching for any hint of deception or ulterior motives, but all I found was a genuine sincerity that resonated with my weary soul.

After a moment of contemplation, I offered a nod of acceptance. "Alright, Ozpin. I'll trust you," I replied, my voice laced with a newfound determination. "If you're willing to guide me on this path of redemption, then I'm ready to embrace it."

"But why am I alive? I should be dead. Hell, I should've died in Zanzibar." I questioned, my voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration. The memories of my past deaths lingered in my mind, haunting reminders of my mortality.

Ozpin leaned forward, his gaze steady and contemplative. "I don't know, Frank," he admitted, his voice tinged with a touch of empathy. "But if you're here, if you've been brought back from the realm of the deceased, then it must be for a reason. People don't traverse to a different world without purpose, let alone defy the boundaries of death itself."

His words struck a chord within me, prompting me to consider the possibility that my presence in this world held significance beyond my understanding. It was a notion both unsettling and intriguing, fueling a newfound curiosity within me.

"I may not have the answers you seek, Frank," Ozpin continued, his tone gentle yet resolute. "But I believe that the universe has a way of weaving together the threads of our lives, connecting destinies in ways we cannot fathom. Your journey to Remnant, your resurrection, they are pieces of a greater tapestry, one that is yet to unfold."

His words offered a glimmer of hope, reminding me that even in the face of the unknown, there could be purpose and meaning. It was a reassurance that perhaps, in this strange new world, I could discover the answers I sought and find my place within the intricate web of Remnant's reality.

"So, what do I do now?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

Ozpin's eyes met mine, his expression thoughtful. "Well, perhaps I can offer you a place here as a student," he proposed.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his suggestion. "Are you sure about that? I mean, I appreciate the offer, but considering my circumstances..."

He nodded, a reassuring smile forming on his lips. "Of course. Despite your unique situation, I believe your presence here could be an invaluable opportunity for both you and the students of Beacon Academy. Your youthful appearance will allow you to seamlessly integrate into the student body, and it presents a chance for you to learn about our world, our customs, and our battles against the Grimm."

I pondered his words for a moment, weighing the possibilities. The thought of joining a prestigious academy and embarking on a new journey intrigued me, despite the mysteries surrounding my arrival.

"Normally, students would have to go through an initiation process and form teams," Ozpin continued, his tone thoughtful. "However, given your circumstances, I might be able to make an exception. We'll find a way to accommodate your unique situation."

A glimmer of hope flickered within me as I considered his offer. It was an opportunity to forge new connections.

"Come. Allow me to lead you to your dorm," Ozpin said, his voice calm and welcoming.

I followed him to the lift, and together we left his office. As we walked towards the dormitory, I took the opportunity to explore more of Beacon Academy. The sight of the well-maintained corridors and the hushed surroundings struck me with a sense of tranquillity, something I hadn't experienced in a long time. My life had been a constant whirlwind of warfare and strife, and now, I found myself in a place of learning and camaraderie.

The walk was mostly silent, with very few students around, given the late hour. We arrived at the dormitory, and Ozpin unlocked one of the doors, revealing my room. It was a simple space, but to me, it felt like a haven after enduring so many hardships.

"Four beds?" I questioned, noticing the arrangement.

"Normally, we'd sort students into teams of four during the initiation process. However, you're a unique case, Frank. Consider yourself fortunate to have a dorm all to yourself." Ozpin explained with a faint smile.

"Well, I believe it's time for us to get some shut-eye. Goodnight, Mister Jaeger. I'll speak to you tomorrow," he said, his demeanour warm and supportive.

"Goodnight, Ozpin," I replied, feeling a glimmer of gratitude for this opportunity.

As he left, I stood alone in the dorm room. It might have been small, but it was a place I could finally call my own. Memories of the past lingered in my mind, the horrors of war and the tragedies that shaped my existence. But here, in this new world, I was offered a chance for a fresh start.

I removed my boots, my jacket, and my bandana, placing them neatly aside. I lay down on one of the bed, folding my hands behind my head, and gazed up at the ceiling. The weight of my past began to feel a little lighter, replaced by a sense of hope and anticipation for the future.

Tomorrow would mark the beginning of my new life in this world. A life where I could leave behind the shadows of my past and embrace the unknown possibilities of the present. Whatever challenges awaited me, I needed to be ready.

With that resolve in my heart, I closed my eyes and let sleep claim me, looking forward to what the future had in store.

Authors note: So, I'm aware of the tropes of joining beacon academy and being a one man team. But I ask that you bear with me for this.

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