Alright, who's ready to watch (another) massacre? I know I am! You know, because I'm the one writing it! Seeing as I don't have much to say here, I'm just going to jump straight into my response to reviews/comments!

[Response to Reviews/Comments]

(Qoutev) TACO SENSEI: Understatement of the century. And yes, Tyrone is the bestest of boys. No one can out best boy Tyrone. No one!

Kolt999: I would've loved to see what you were going to say about Jamol. I mean, he's the kind of antagonist you're supposed to hate. As for those theories, I'm kind of curious as to what they were. And, as for how he'll be defeated…. Well, you know what? I can't say anything concerning that. If I did, I would be spoiling a lot.

Blake being more jaded and cynical is the whole point. Especially with how fucked the world is thanks to a certain you-know-who. As for what exactly she is now because of senor Jamol, well, again, I can't really say much regarding that. The same goes for why the world is being pushed to such an extreme. Take a wild guess why?

And, if it wasn't obvious, yeah, the Branwen Tribe is about to get railed, and not in a fun way. Also, considering Jolyne's gone through hell and back to make sure those kids are safe, her not mentally adopting them as her own would be kind of stupid if you ask me.

Have a good day Kolt!

Now, time to begin the chapter!

[Jasper Quartz and Makaria Plutos belong to Shine375]

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[Jataro]

He was terrified. Anyone in his position would be, especially if it was all so sudden! To set the scene for those unaware, he had been minding his business, drawing yet another one of his masterpieces, and then out of nowhere, these jerkwads had the gall to break into the inn, attack those around them without any regard, break the tables, knock out windows, and the worst crime of all, destroy his drawing! If it wasn't for Jolyne nii-chan killing them when she did, he would've done it first!

You know, after he got over his mini-panic attack first, obviously.

Jolyne nii-chan directed him to go hide in his room, and that was exactly what he was doing, sitting in his room, curled up in a ball, waiting for this whole thing to be done and over with. Jataro was staring at his hands, waiting, biding his time, knowing that Jolyne nii-chan would get it all down and over with—it was just what she did best.

Now that he looked back on it, his life had been a little bit better when he was around Jolyne nii-chan. He still didn't like it when people other than Jolyne nii-chan looked at his face, but, he was slowly getting over it. People weren't dropping dead like his… "mother" said would happen. It only went to show that she truly had been lying.

A part of him hoped that Monica and Rantaro were alright… they weren't in the safety of the inn, which could mean they might've gotten caught up in something bad.

If something were to happen to Monica… Jataro would not be happy.

Jataro was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a pair of footsteps walk in front of his door, and then, as soon as the footsteps stopped, the door was kicked open. Jataro looked up and glowered. The people in front of the door were holding weapons, and… he didn't recognize them. They must've been with the people who had broken into the inn.

Jolyne nii-chan probably stormed through the streets already. And while that meant certain death for whoever crossed her path, there was still the chance that she could have left a few stragglers behind…. It wasn't ideal, but, then again, not many things in his life had been considered "ideal" for a long time, now had they?

"Heh, this kid'll do nicely. We could probably train him up to—"

"Damatte…"Jataro muttered, his tone of voice filled with anger. He was doing his best to mimic Jolyne nii-chan, and he was hoping it would work. And considering it made the strangers raise their eyebrows, he assumed that it was. Either that or it was because he decided that he was going to confuse them by speaking in his native tongue. Whether or not they had raised their eyebrows because he was angry, or because they were confused, didn't matter to Jataro in the slightest.

Because, by the time he was done, they probably wouldn't be alive after this.

"Is that… old Mistralian? I mean… the boss knows that more than I do…. So I don't know what he's saying. You got any idea, Terra?" One of the strangers asked the other one as the other shrugged.

"Don't know, don't care. Let's just get him!" The stranger on the right said as Jataro narrowed his eyes. He didn't want to do this—actually, no, he did, but that wasn't the point—but he was forced to, he guessed. He activated Oasis, his… Jolyne nii-chan called it a Stand, appeared over his body, and the strangers backed away immediately.

"The hell did he just—he's got a Semblance!" The stranger on the left spat as Jataro stood up. Semblance? No, that's not what—never mind! These people broke into the inn, it was their fault for walking into this!

"anata o koroshiteyaru... soshite, watashi wa kōkaisuru koto naku sore o suru tsumori desu!" As Jataro said that, and as they approached him with their weapons drawn and ready to strike, the ground began to become more liquid-like and as a result, they began to sink into the floor up to their knees.

"W-What the hell—" the bandit on the left was interrupted when Jataro closed the distance in the blink of an eye and reared his left arm back, before he smashed his left fist into the man's face, pulverizing it in one clean blow. Although he might've gone a bit overboard, as when he had punched him in the face, he had done so so hard that his face now had a fist-sized hole through it, with Jataro's fist coming out of the back of his head.

Blood sprayed everywhere covering the cabinets, the floor, and the rug underneath his feet. There was nothing of his face left, not an eyeball, not his nose, or even his brain. It was all gone, and all the while, Jataro had a sickening smirk underneath Oasis's mask.

The other stranger, with what appeared to be a curved spear, looked on with horror and fear on his face. That horror and fear… made Jataro's heart race. He was glad he got to see the utter terror on this… this idiot's face before he killed him.

It was thanks to Jolyne nii-chan that he would be able to inflict this terror and fear on others. Those who opposed him and hurt him and his friends, anyway.

"YOU SON OF A—" the second bandit was met with a similar fate, only his legs were cut off at the knee when the ground hardened, making him fall face-first into the ground. When he hit the ground, and just as he had raised his head to look up at Jataro, Jataro stomped his head in, making another massive bloody mess in his room.

He felt a little bad, mainly because he'd have to clean this whole mess up when it was all said and done. Regardless of that, however, it was finished. The two bandits that had spooked him were dead, leaving Jataro to simply look down at the mess. A smile wormed its way onto his face. He was happy. Truly, he was. If he could've recorded it, then he would've. Just like the films he'd used to watch on the computer.

Was something wrong with him? Maybe, but he didn't care. Although, uh… what was the problem called again? He was pretty sure that it was called… uh… sadism? Or was it masochism? Either way, it didn't matter. He wasn't one for semantics.

The brunette looked over to the doorway, before walking out of his room and looking down at the inn. Corpses in the main room, and in the doorway. Blood and pained expressions were all over the place. It was clear that she had been through here. Clearly. "Jolyne nii-chan…" Jataro thought, before shaking his head.

She would be fine. She always was. Even against that scary guy who killed Kotoko. She came out on top against the likes of him. A couple of weapon-wielding strangers shouldn't be too hard for her, right? Jataro smiled, deactivating Oasis as he glanced at the corpses one last time before he looked down the hallway, and down said hallway, was Ronin, who was motioning him to follow him.

He was a little nervous around him, but… Ronin seemed like a good person, so it didn't really matter. Following Ronin, he opened a small room that could fit two people. It had benches on either side of the room, with a lock and a lamp that was lit. "Quickly! We'll be safe in here!" Ronin said as Jataro nodded silently. The boy got in, and Ronin followed after him, before closing and locking the door.

"Phew… I was a little worried that you'd get hurt, kiddo. But, you seem fine," Ronin said as Jataro said nothing. "Scared, huh?" Ronin asked as Jataro nodded. The pig-looking dude smiled. "Don't worry, kiddo. Your, uh… mother? Sister? Bah, whatever. She's strong, she'll save this settlement, don't worry about it."

Oh, he knew that the settlement was going to be saved. That was completely out of the realm of speculation. What he was worried about were Rantaro and Monica. He had no idea where they were, or if they'd be safe. But, knowing Jolyne nii-chan, he was fairly certain they'd be safe. After all, if it was one thing that Jolyne nii-chan did, it was to make sure that those she cared about were okay, no matter what.

That was why Jataro liked Jolyne nii-chan.

"No matter what… Rantaro and Monica will be okay! I believe in Jolyne nii-chan!"

[Jolyne]

The more she walked down the streets of Styx, and the more she passed by corpse after corpse, the more Jolyne's burning hatred for The Branwen Tribe increased. It was one thing to kill adults, which she could understand because they could present a danger, but as she walked down the road, and passed by the corpse of a little eagle faunus girl… it made her blood boil.

These… bastards… these… savages. They killed those who couldn't even defend themselves. Children were the one thing that she couldn't stand seeing hurt or dead. It was why she got so angry when Kotoko was killed, among other things. There was nothing more sinful that one could do but hurt a child.

It was then that Jolyne came to a decision. The Branwen Tribe were nothing more than corpses. Walking, talking, breathing corpses. And she would ensure that.

She would wipe them off the face of the map. She would render them nothing but cinders of what they used to be. And if anyone was going to complain about it and call her a monster for it, she would more than happily make them understand just how wrong they were.

As she walked, she saw a bandit kicking the corpse of an old man who appeared to be a rat faunus. Jolyne gritted her teeth, her hand balling into a fist. The bandit saw her, grabbed his weapon, that being a polearm, and charged… before he was swiftly blasted with a stream of flowing Magma in the form of a fist to the face, shattering whatever shield—probably their Aura—they had over them, and melting their corpse down to the bone.

"Scum," Jolyne spat, spitting on the corpse before stomping on what was left, and continuing forward. Smoke filled the air as Jolyne breathed out. She had only been here for a day. A fucking day. And this kind of shit was happening. All it took was a day for shit to go from normal to ass-backward, and she was not happy.

These pathetic wastes of air had the gall to hurt innocent people, and from the looks of things, they were proud of it. They were proud to be hurting the innocent. They were proud to kill men, women, and children.

She could maybe understand it if it was for survival. But seeing as it wasn't… it was fucking horrible. There was no reason to hurt these people other than cruelty, and no amount of sad backstories was going to change her opinion. Nothing justified this. Only twisted people with no moral compass could justify… this barbarism.

Yet another bandit came out from around the corner, this one being a young teenager with what appeared to be a sawed-off shotgun of some kind. Jolyne didn't give her the chance to fire it, however, as she had Whitesnake steal their memory disc, before punching them in the chest, leaving nothing but a hole in its wake.

[022/100]

The dragon faunus smirked. If anything, they served to help her increase her goal of obtaining 100 memory discs, but that was all these scum fucks were good for.

In fact, now that she was noticing it, it had been that pattern ever since she walked out of the inn. See a bandit, the bandit sees her, the bandit charges her, the bandit gets burned down to the bone by a stream of magma to the face, or had their disc stolen before getting their chest punched out like a hole-puncher, rinse and repeat. She had no idea where Tyrone was, seeing as he went off in the opposite direction, but she assumed he was okay, and killing as many of these heartless bastards as he could.

She had saved a grand total of 10 people from the clutches of bandits, usually by bisecting them with her scythe before they got the chance to hurt those innocent people, before reaping their souls and saving them to potentially give to Tyrone. That was if she could give them to Tyrone, and Tyrone didn't have to get them himself.

Jolyne frowned. 10 people. She had only been able to save 10 people so far. Every turn she took she was met with a valley of dead bodies of innocent civilians, most of which being men and children. A few of the bandits that had killed them had even been looting the bodies. Those who did ended up meeting a very brutal fate.

There was one question that she had on her mind, and that question was this: Just how many people lived in the Settlement of Styx? To be fair, it was a fairly big settlement. If she had to guess, it was the same size as your average small town. Meaning, that at best, she was looking at a population of at least 5,000 plus people.

And over a quarter, or half were dead on the floor because of these horrible, disgusting, repulsive wastes for fucking air, who dared steal the same oxygen as her and the people of Styx.

By the time Jolyne made it to the north exit of the village, which had been her destination, a force of 4,000 bandits awaited her, and from what she could see, about 2,000 hostages. Jolyne frowned. The hostages were made up of a variety of people, mostly strong-looking men, and agile-looking women. There were very few children in the hostage pool, which only furthered her disgust.

It meant that they planned to most likely kill them if they got back to their camp.

Keyword being: if.

And while that was already bad enough as it was, it was clear that this whole thing was planned. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent a force of 3,000 to the south to distract them. Someone had to come up with a plan, and she had found exactly who she thought it was.

Standing in front of the army of bandits was a tan-skinned young woman. She had short brown hair, and icy blue, unremorseful eyes. There was a tattoo of a bird that was rising from what appeared to be a black rose on her left arm, and while it definitely looked cool, it did not so much as even compare to Jolyne's living, breathing, Huginn tattoo.

The woman was wearing a light brown vest, atop which were a pair of dark brown panels that cornered off her ripped sleeves, along which were a pair of straps. Underneath her vest, Jolyne assumed that the sleeves belonged to a white shirt, meaning that in this dreadful heat, not only was the woman wearing a vest, but a white shirt underneath that. It was also made aware to her that the woman's vest was unbuttoned at the top, revealing the unmistakable curve of a bra being exposed, and, the woman also had a black collar around her neck.

Another thing the woman was wearing was a pair of maroon jeans, with one leg rolled up, and revealing a garter-styled strap. Why on earth the young lady did this was not any of Jolyne's business, but she did strike it as weird. Aside from that, to accompany the maroon pants, the woman wore a pair of beige and dark brown lace-up boots with folded over sides, along with a pair of partially covered calf guards.

And last but not least was a pair of dark brown fingerless gloves, with one on the right going up to her elbow, while the one on the left only went up to her wrist. The outfit screamed impractical and overly done, but then again, seeing as this was a bandit, and supposedly the leader of this particular raiding party, Jolyne didn't give a shit if it was practical or not.

Because she would not be making it out of this encounter alive.

The young woman looked over to Jolyne and frowned. "Oh? Well, look who it is. It's another one of those stupid, moronic, guards. Everyone stand back, I'll handle this," the woman spat as Jolyne frowned, drawing her scythe, and activating CHECK.

[Name: Vernal]

Lv. 150

HP: 15,000/15,000

Stamina: 10,000/30,000

Aura Level: 100%

Mana: 0

Faction: Branwen Tribe

Description: Right-hand woman to ? and proud Brawnen Tribe member with a cruelty streak. Strikes fast and hard with wind and fire blades that double as guns, using mostly lightning dust.

"I don't have time for pointless fights…" Jolyne drawled, narrowing her eyes. Considering that there was no boss fight thing showing up, that meant that this was a regular enemy. Or, a special enemy. Either way, it didn't matter to Jolyne. They were going to die unless she could worm out some information on her.

She was tempted to use Despair Aura, but with the hostages nearby, all that would do was make things worse. So, she was stuck with having to go on the offensive with only her combat prowess, which mind you wasn't the best without using her scythe.

As much as Jolyne wanted to kill them, and do so brutally, she had to remind herself that she had to also save Rantaro and Monica. And, she sort of didn't know where the hell to go. She had a time limit of three days to find them before they were executed. So, she would at the very least give these pieces of scum a single chance to surrender.

"This can go two ways. The first way is that you surrender, let go of the hostages, and take me to your boss," Jolyne began, before she balled her right hand into a fist, glaring at the bandits. "Or, the second way, and the one that I much prefer, is that I massacre all of you. The choice is yours," Jolyne spat, as Vernal frowned, tilting her head to the side, before replacing her frown with a cocky grin.

"Cocky, are we?" Vernal questioned as Jolyne glowered.

"Make your choice," Jolyne spat. "The sooner the better," the Dragon Faunus added.

Without saying a word Vernal, launched forward, readying her weapons as she grabbed them from her sides, and activated them, the blades forming around the gun barrel as Jolyne sighed. She chose the annoying option. Because of course a bandit would. Why did Jolyne think otherwise?

As Vernal charged Jolyne, the Dragon Faunus made note that the weapons that Vernal used looked a little like chakrams, not that it mattered, it was just an observation that she had made. Vernal sliced upwards with the blades, cutting upward on Jolyne's face… only for them to do nothing but leave a stream of magma in their wake. Jolyne stood there and watched, blinking without a hint of pain as the confident expression on Vernal's face fell to annoyance.

Vernal jumped back, aiming her weapons toward Jolyne and fired her… guns? Well, her description did say her weapon did double as a pair of guns. The left gun shot out what appeared to be a beam of pure energy, and much to Jolyne's shock, it actually did damage! It was a shame it was barely anything, that being a measly 1,500 damage.

Before, that amount of damage would've meant something. But now, while it was annoying, it didn't even sting! It must've been because of her magic defence and endurance that made it that way. Whatever the case was, she honestly didn't care.

The beam shot her straight in the chest, and out her back, and while most of the bodily harm was stopped by her body seamlessly turning into Magma, it still stung, even going as far as to make her flinch.

And while Jolyne flinched only a little bit, it barely even so much as moved her an inch backward. The dual-haired Dragon faunus grabbed her scythe, narrowed her eyes, and spoke. "You have one chance, and one chance only. Back down, and tell me where your camp is, or so help me God, I will tear you apart."

"Ha! Yeah right!" Vernal spat, notably her voice being a little trembly due to what she assumed was shock and perhaps even confusion and fear. The Dragon Faunus raised an eyebrow, trying to get a read for the woman, but was unable to get one. Either she was incredibly cocky and prideful, or she was just stupid.

And, that was best exemplified by what happened next.

Vernalthrew her weapons at her like boomerangs, which Jolyne easily deflected with the hilt of her scythe. Vernal dashed forward, grabbing her blades in the process, and slashed at Jolyne multiple times, in a flurry that, for a regular person would've been hard to track, but for Jolyne, it wasn't that hard to keep up with her movements. She slashed once at the back of the neck, a few times around her upper chest and lower waist area, and a few times at her legs, ending with Vernal being right behind her, calm and composed, with her arms crossed in an X-like shape once she was done.

"Heh, how was that?" Vernal spat, standing up from her crouched position. "That should've been all of your vital points! You'll bleed out in no time! And since you don't have an Aura to protect you, that made real contact with your body!" Vernal boasted as Jolyne raised an eyebrow.

Each blow did exactly nothing, seeing as her body negated physical damage that wasn't done by a boss enemy. Jolyne looked over her shoulder and frowned. "Are you done yet? Or is this little sham of yours still going?" Jolyne questioned as Vernal's eyes widened.

"W-Wha—"

Before Vernal could finish her sentence, Jolyne turned around and slashed Vernal with her Scythe. Strangely, however, the blade only slashed at a barrier of sorts, as a meter appeared above Vernal's head—most likely a trick of the system. It showed that her "Aura Level" had gone from 100% down to 70% in a single swing. The blow still made Vernal stumble, as Jolyne grimaced.

"Ah, so that's how Aura works, eh? It acts like a barrier, like an energy shield from Halo…. How annoying…." Jolyne thought as she frowned.

"You've got Aura, right?" Jolyne questioned as Vernal sneered, rushing Jolyne. The dual-haired Dragon faunus sighed, before activating Bear Claw and batting away the strike with a single lazy swing of the arm. Vernal followed it up with another strike, slashing across her body, only for it to once again do nothing, leaving Vernal extremely confused and dumbfounded, while Jolyne only found herself getting more and more annoyed. "Answer me. You have Aura, right?"

"Ain't it fucking obvious?!" Vernal spat, before firing another beam of light point blank, this time with both weapons at the same time, blasting a hole straight through Jolyne's chest. It did about 3,000 damage to Jolyne, and it did make her skid back a bit, dragging up dust and dirt from the path as Jolyne grimaced.

"I'll give her this, that beam of hers is pretty strong, but that's about it. I still have 18,000-ish health left. If she keeps using that one attack, then maybe she'll be able to beat me. Everything else gets negated by my Magu Magu no Mi. Since only boss enemies can do real damage to me by using normal attacks, I don't have to take most enemies seriously. The keyword being, most." Jolyne thought as she sneered. "Although, now that I think about it, those attacks… the beams. Even they shouldn't do damage to me. Something's up here…."

A few of the bandits took the opportunity that was presented to them and jumped behind her raising their weapons to attack her. Vernal smirked, as Jolyne's singular eye narrowed. "Really? A sneak attack with no stealth? What a waste," Jolyne drawled as the three bandits who jumped up stared at her with wide eyes. With a single sweeping strike of her scythe from behind her, she bisected all of the bandits that jumped, causing a wave of blood to spray around her. Vernal's eyes widened, as fear filled the air. "Blame yourself for what happens next, Vernal."

Activating Blood Control, she cast Blood Spears, and their blood transformed into 2-meter-long spears for her to use. The spears, 20 in total, rained down on Vernal as the brunette started to deflect them. A few of them passed by her attempts, slamming against her Aura, reducing it down to 45%. Vernal dashed forward, the tip of her gun glowing with a bright yellow light.

Faster than Vernal could, probably, keep up with, Jolyne jabbed Vernal with a swift left hook, knocking her off course as the beam fired just past Jolyne's head, shaving a few hairs off of her left bangs, before Jolyne slashed upwards with her scythe, bringing Vernal's aura down to 5%. Jolyne then grabbed Vernal by the neck, spun the bitch around, slammed her face into the ground, and began to run with Vernal's face in the ground.

As they travelled, the ground was torn up as they went, a sneer on Jolyne's face. "You come here, kill these people, kidnap my friend and my daughter, and think you can get away with it?! I'll make you regret drawing your first breath!"

She travelled from one end of the settlement to the other in a span of ten seconds, and by the time they made it, Vernal's health had been drained by 90%, dropping her 15,000 health down to 1,500 HP, all the while Vernal's muffled screams of pain and agony filled Jolyne's ears—not that she cared.

Jolyne ripped Vernal's face out of the ground with enough force to cause small rocks to fly upward, along with a shower of blood that flowed upwards in a similar arc to how Vernal's face was removed from the now destroyed main road of the settlement of Styx, Vernal's face was now completely disfigured after the journey, and it was not a pretty sight to behold. Her right eye hanging out of its socket, her nose had been completely rubbed away, and her lower jaw was dangling just barely on whatever strands of muscle were left.

Jolyne transformed the blood into spears using Blood Spears, as the spears stabbed through Vernal's body, once through her chest, once through her throat, once through her head, and the rest through her arms and legs.

Jolyne threw Vernal's corpse over to the side, before turning over to where she came, hopped once, then leapt all the way back to where she had been, the army of bandits still there, all of whom staring in abstract fear and horror as Jolyne stared them down with nothing but fury in her eye and voice. "Last chance. Release the hostages, and take me to your leader. Otherwise, you'll meet a similar fate to that bitch back there. Got it?"

There was no hesitation, as all the hostages started making a run for it back into the settlement. A wave of relief washed over Jolyne, and once they were all in the settlement, Jolyne stared down the bandits. "Good. Now, point me in the direction I need to go."

"N-North! J-Just go North for a few miles, a-and you'll get to the c-camp!" One of the bandits said as Jolyne nodded. Then, she narrowed her eye.

"Thank you. Now…." A cold, merciless, hate-filled gleam filled her eye, as she pointed toward them, a build-up of purple energy filling the tip of her finger as she sneered. The bandit's eyes widened as fear etched across his face, all the while Jolyne spat out a single phrase. "Die." And with a single mental command, she fired off Finger Laser in the dead center of the army of bandits, the explosion encompassing the whole army in one single attack with a large purple orb of pure, concentrated Mana, to completely envelope and disintegrate the whole army. The resulting attack created a large enough explosion to blow out all the fires and kick up enough debris to smother the rest of the flames nearby, stopping the fire from spreading from the forest, and leaving a small crater in its wake.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw that a group of hostages all stared at the explosion with aghast expressions, then looked at her. One of them stepped up wearing what appeared to be a black and gold kimono. It only took a small amount of thought to understand that the person in question was the mayor of the settlement. The man smiled, before bowing, followed by everyone else, as the Mayor of The Settlement of Styx shouted. "All Hail The Mighty Dragon!"

"HAIL!" A cacophony of shouts filled the air as Jolyne looked at them, her eye wide with shock, as a notification appeared in her peripheral vision.

[Congratulations! One of the settlements has recognized you for what you are! Because of this, you have maxed out your reputation with this settlement, and it will be fully loyal to you!]

[1 out of 50 settlements and 1 Kingdom on the continent of Anima has sworn loyalty to you]

[Because you have gained the trust and loyalty of The Settlement of Styx, you will now gain a 2% boost in your CHAR stat. Different settlements give different buffs, so keep up the good work!]

Jolyne mentally brushed aside the notification, simply because there was a lot going on in her mind, and she had a lot to think about. And while the notification was extremely important, she didn't have time to fully comprehend it. In other words, it failed to capture her immediate attention.

But, what it did do, however, was change her perspective of how this world was going to play out for her, and the massive implications it brought. This world was going to be different from the one she first spawned into. That much was clear on the first night she arrived here. This was not going to be a 6-month romp, this was going to be a years-long deep dive.

This wasn't some high-school setting. This was an entire world she was dealing with here. Back in that last world, she did not have a goal, aside from destroying civilization to make way for a new anarchist society. That was her goal back then. And while it was huge, it was peanuts compared to the mere idea of this goal.

This goal… it was insane to think that she could have even so much as a sliver of a portion of an ounce to do with it, but either way, it was her goal. A massive one that would probably take years of work to complete. But one that she would do because of what it meant, and because of what she now apparently stood for.

She was the hero of the Faunus, spoken of in only myth and legend, all because she got lucky with her race randomization. And because of that, she not only instantly gained a reputation with, at the bare minimum, half the world around her, but she also was now slapped with her true goal.

She was a symbol.

She was an idea.

She was, for all intents and purposes, their effective God given physical form.

As much as she detested the idea of having that kind of power over a group of people, it was clear that she represented their beacon of hope. From what she knew, Faunuskind was oppressed. And while that was all well and horrible, being someone who could potentially lead them to be equal amongst her former kind….

She would fight for that right. And she would decimate anyone who would try and get in the way of that.

But first….

"Thank you, everyone, but I think this is a little much," Jolyne replied, a bead of sweat trailing down her face, as the mayor of Styx rose from where he stood. He was a tall, muscular tan-skinned man, dressed in a black and gold kimono. He had a pair of coyote ears, and what appeared to be claws. His eyes were bright orange, and his smile showed off his sharp canines.

"Nonsense, you saved Styx, we owe you far more than that, O mighty Dragon," the man said, his tone of voice filled with reverence. "But, I will abide by your wish. To me, it proves you're humble and more worthy of my praise. Nevertheless, I understand."

Jolyne nodded, mentally sighing in relief that he was able to back down so easily. That was probably going to be a problem sooner rather than later, but, that was for future her to deal with. The current Jolyne had bigger, more dangerous fish to fry.

Her eye gained a serious gleam, as she bowed her head. "Thank you, Sir Mayor," Jolyne said, before overlooking the crowd of former hostages, and smiling. "For now, I must travel North. My friend and daughter have been kidnapped by the Branwen Tribe, and I intend on getting them back by any means necessary. I shall return. And when I do, I will do everything in my power to help rebuild Styx!"

The mayor nodded, as Jolyne turned her back to them, narrowed her eye, and frowned. It was going to be a long trek, especially considering she didn't know what she was looking for, but, she wouldn't stop until she found The Branwen Tribe.

She didn't give a rat's ass what it was she had to do, she was going to save those who she held dear, consequences be damned.

And so, with that mindset, Jolyne set off North. And while she walked, there was a singular thought that filled her mind. One that she applied to the Kuzuryu Clan. One that she regretted to this day. But, when she applied it to The Branwen Tribe, she couldn't give less of a shit as to whose family it was that the leader belonged to. She couldn't care less about who they had ties with.

Their fate was going to be completely unavoidable.

She was going to fucking eviscerate them, come hell or high water, nothing would stop her.

-To Be Continued-