The two of them traveled for a while. He constantly kept a vigilant eye out for any danger while she just cruised along in the levitating crib. Her eyes constantly soaked up anything that caught her attention and he kept an eye on her progress. She was at that age where she could sit up on her own and several times he had to guide her back down when she would lean forward and threaten to fall out of the crib. They drew eyes whenever the two of them stopped in a settlement for him to take a job and replenish his supplies. He trusted no one around her and constantly kept her in a bird's eye view. He could drop her off to the authorities but there was no way to monitor her status. For all he knew she could have been taken back to the same crime ring that she was kidnapped into. Call it paranoia but he didn't exactly trust anyone or anything on this planet. He wasn't taking any chances.

They were near a river and he spread his cloak out before taking all of his armor off. It needed to be cleaned and maintained carefully. He always had a spare set of clothes just in case he needed to get out of his armor and this proved to be one of those times. The moss colored multi pocket pants were tucked into his black boots while his black shirt hugged his torso. His skin was a little pale from the lack of sunlight he's received lately while his mop of black hair was in need of a hair cut soon. Scars on his forearms from his early training days made him stare at them for a few seconds before he went back to cleaning his gear.

Scars often reminded him that he was a survivor down inside.

His hands dipped inside the cool river water and splashed against his face, making him sigh quietly in relief when it soothed him a bit. He went back to his spread out cloak and grabbed the canteen then dunked it underneath the water, watching as the bubbles made their way to the surface. Once it was filled, he went back over to the cloth and grabbed a water purifier tablet then dropped it in, twisting the cap on and shaking it a few times. After several seconds to a minute of shaking, he swished it around then drank some of it for a few seconds before picking Myne out of her crib and tilting the canteen gently. Some of the water spilled from the corner of her mouth but eventually she got her fill.

He didn't know if he was doing a good job of taking care of her but he was keeping her alive and healthy so that meant he was at least doing the bare minimum. To him, this was a learning curve when dealing with civilians so young. It gave him experience and would assist him in the future just in case something like this came up again. Setting the canteen down and throwing her over his shoulder, he sat down cross legged then set her down next to his right while he pulled up a map. Naturally, she was curious and proceeded to grab the first thing that was in her reach. His dog tags. She stuck it in her mouth and began to gnaw at it. He saw this then gently pried it from her hands before placing it around his neck, using his shirt to wipe away the drool.

"It's not a toy." He said calmly. She wobbled in place for a few seconds before falling over onto his knee, making him sigh and gently pick her up then place her on his lap. This proved to be more troublesome than he imagined. He had barely set her down and she already fell over, it was to be expected though. The parents did say that she was frail so he couldn't get agitated at the fact. Usually when she slept, she slept like a rock and barely made a noise.

The next settlement was going to be around a day's walk from their current position and it was one step closer to the settlement. Bounties were considerably harder to do now that the child in front of him was an added factor. While he dealt with the job, sometimes that lasted days, he often had to push her out of harm's way so he could have more leg room. Still no signal from any UNSC vessel that could retrieve him, every time he sent that signal and received nothing; a little bit of hope within him died. He had been trying for years yet could not reach out. There was a chance that the Covenant was still at large.

All his thoughts were interrupted when he heard whining from the girl in his lap and he looked down to see her eyes start to water. How troublesome she was at times. He didn't play with her because he didn't feel the need to. Countless parents across the settlements the two of them encountered had given him tips on how to care for her and it proved to be helpful since she's not dead in his care. A cry escaped her lips and made him frown before plucking her off his lap and turning her to face him. She dangled in the air and looked at him with watery eyes while he just sighed when he heard the faint growling from her stomach.

Before he could grab the food for her, a twig snapped to his right and he quickly tucked her into him then rolled backwards when a Beowolf lunged at them. It roared at them and it lunged again at a greater speed, making him jump up and plant a hand on its head then vault over it then kick it with his right foot into a tree. He quickly swiped his knife from the cloak and spun around. As it turned to roar at them, its head suddenly slammed against the tree trunk and it went silent when he flicked the knife at blinding speeds and watched at the blade entered its mouth. It pinned the Grimm against the tree and its lower jaw hung limply and the body followed shortly after. After waiting fifteen seconds and observing, he watched as the body disappeared. He went over to pick up his knife off the tree trunk then set it on the cloak again.

"How troublesome..." He looked down at the child. She giggled and babbled a bit when he poked her stomach with a flat expression on his face before sitting down and getting her food ready. He set her down in his lap and began to mash some canned peaches for her. As he fed her, he began to think about his next course of action. Every time he fed her the fruit, she would always grip his hand as the spoon entered her mouth. He sighed when he constantly had to scoop the excess fruit off her mouth then guide it to her mouth. She sat still whenever he pulled out his map or read something, her eyes glued to the text which were nothing but scribbles to her young mind.

The day seemed to drip away and he put Myne in her crib before putting his armor back on. He already fed her, changed, and made sure she got her necessary attention before setting her in her crib. She was set down and could barely see him putting his armor back on carefully for the next few minutes before he stood over her. He looked at her one last time before bring up his TACPAD and pressing it, closing the cover doors on the crib. It took a few days but he managed to sync the crib with his TACPAD so it was easier for him to manage. Their journey was still a while away but he'd manage. He always did.

Another settlement that was entered and they needed to rest for the night. They'd rent a room then leave tomorrow morning. It was one of the rare occasions that he'd actually stay in a settlement for the night willingly. The two of them wandered around for the next half an hour before he eventually found a tavern and inn. Looks were received but he didn't care, he managed to get a room for the night and could rest easy. Many of the eyes followed him upstairs and watched as the crib floated behind him closely after. They took the most quiet room at the end of the hall where he could rest a bit and maintain his gear before bathing her and letting her sleep soundly.

A pair of red eyes followed them before taking a swig out of their glass of alcohol then fishing in their pocket for a scroll, sending a message before leaving the establishment shortly after.

It was seven in the morning when he woke up and put his armor on before leaving the establishment with Myne. The sun was barely over the horizon when they exited the settlement and headed to the next one. He had enough lien to get new supplies but he couldn't help but look back every once in a while, not for Grimm but for people. He knew when there was a Grimm around because they always made noise that he would pick up and appear on his motion tracker shortly after. Nothing appeared on his motion tracker and there was that faint feeling he had when he was being watched. Years of being a personal Grim Reaper had given him enough experience to know when he was being watched by somebody.

Hours passed by as the two of them walked in the wild, avoiding Grimm and usually having to backtrack several times when the path ahead of them lead to nowhere. It was relaxing in a sense, to just freely wander around. The only time they stopped is when he fed her, changed her, and brought out his map and looked at it, sighing when the next settlement turned out to be destroyed. He guessed it was around a couple of weeks since the place seemed abandoned, stripped clean of anything probably from looters and bandits. They were still on the right track though. It would take a day or two but that was alright, it kept him busy until they reached the settlement that he enjoyed being at. He kept his weapons out but lowered just in case there was a threat or two along the way. A shame he couldn't do anything about the settlement, but it was to be expected from a world with no real structure.

A day of nonstop walking went by and they arrived at a settlement, when he brought out his map it turned out that the settlement where Myne was taken from was only about a week's journey away. When he entered the small little town, he looked behind to see if anyone was following him and saw two people barely peeking around the corner of a building looking at him. His eyes lingered on the two before taking in their features and turning back to the path ahead. His first stop was a store to get more food then the second stop would be the weapon's shop to repair his throwing knives and get Dust. Years of experimenting with different chemicals revitalized his memory of crafting his own personal rounds. It was expensive but they did pay off and he wanted more. Dust was good for setting off chain reactions with the different elements and dealing with Grimm, they weren't as good when dealing with people. It's why he had to categories of rounds; his personal that he learned to make from the UNSC, although pricey they did payout and have more of an effect on people, and Dust which were great with dealing with Grimm.

People cooed and tried to play with Myne but he scared them off when he just stared at them silently. That was one of his things that his file read, that he would just stare at people thus creeping them out. He hadn't realized it was that noticeable until Carter had brought it up to him one mission. He missed the leader, he missed Noble in general. Ever since he was pulled out from Beta company, he was always alone and it comforted him a bit at times but being on a team showed him what it meant like to be a part of something. Although it was a pleasurable experience, he knew deep down inside he was meant to be alone.

His thoughts were shaken out when Myne let out a noise when they entered the store as the bell above jingled. At this point in time, she was sitting up on her own and was barely walking even with his assistance. He looked around for necessary food that would last him a while and food for her. There were times where he was so used to traveling alone that he forgot she was with him until she made a noise. He was so caught in his thoughts at the next best course of action that he wouldn't realize how long time would pass. Letting his mind and body wander, doing bounties, and helping people kept him busy until he got off the planet. There was a noise to his left and he looked to see Myne touching the things she could reach, dropping some things on the floor while he had to pick them up numerous times.

"Stop touching things." He said calmly. She flinched at being caught and looked at him while slowly reaching her hand towards a snack while he just stared at her. It would've been cute or funny to anyone else but he wasn't as amused as they would be. All he did was press some things on his TACPAD and watched as she jolted in surprise when she was suddenly moving away from the shelves. Deciding it would be better to gather the supplies, he quickly did so while making sure to keep her away from the shelves before leaving the store shortly after. The two of them merely wandered around the town for the next few minutes before eventually finding an armorer. This was one of the other settlements he had visited in the past and he knew it fairly well. Like how he knew the armorer kept moving his shop often for some reason. He could see somebody working from the window and entered the store, waiting for the gruff looking man to stop what he was doing when he noticed that he had customers.

"What can I do you for? Oh, it's you..." The man sighed. He was one of the only ones who knew Six's antics with dealing with people and had to constantly make him more knives whenever he lost his. More often than not, he knew that Six was one of the reason's the settlement stopped getting raided by bandits. They were terrified of him catching their scent then hunting them down.

"I need these repaired. They're in poor condition and need them ready for when I leave." Six answered as he put several throwing knives on the counter. The armorer picked some of them up and inspected them, they've been cleaned and it was clear that they were being taken care of but he noticed there was some blood in the grooves between the blade and the handle.

"Been taking care of people?" He asked as he looked up at Six.

"..." Six said nothing but just stared.

"Well, it'll be out shortly after. I'll see what I can do for these. In the meantime, wash your cloak, ya big golem. I'm tired of you walking in here sometimes and you smell like the forest." The man said.

"I'll see what I can do." Six nodded.

"You and that flat voice. I swear one of these days you're gonna piss off the wrong person with that tone." The man retorted.

"Understood." Six said in the same flat tone he's always had. He saw the man throw his arms up in exasperation before going in the back. He opened the door and waited outside the establishment so that Myne wouldn't inhale smoke. He didn't want her to have any more complications other than being frail. The two of them were this close to making back to the settlement and he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the mission. Minutes turned to tens of minutes before as he leaned near the door and waited for his throwing knives to be done. His head craned to the right and he saw Myne looking at him before reaching up to him. A few seconds of silence passed by and he extended his hand and let her grab his index finger.

It was silent for a few minutes as he just let her hold his index finger before the door opened and the armorer walked up to him. He looked down at Myne then back at him and did this several times.

"Never took you for having a kid." He said.

"She's not mine." Six replied.

"I'm not one to judge. Anyways, got these knives of yours repaired and reinforced them a bit so I better not see you here for a minute. Got it?" The armorer pointed.

"Understood." Six said.

"I pity the woman who falls head over heels for your ass. Stoic as a rock, you are." The man said.

"..." Six nodded then began to leave but stopped when the man grabbed his arm, making him look down at him.

"Listen, word is that a couple of huntsmen are looking for you. I'd be careful if I were you." He said.

"Is there anything else?" Six asked.

"Not much, just constantly hear the occasional huntsman or huntress wander in here spiting a man that keeps taking the bounties. Had one the other day bring you up, said it wasn't fair that I let you repair your throwing knives for free sometimes." The man said.

"Why?" Six asked, truly wondering why the man in front of him repaired his items for free sometimes or at a reduced cost.

"Don't go around telling anybody this but you're valuable here. People here feel safe despite you're less than stellar appearance and mannerisms. Hell, we trust someone who has never told anyone his name more than half these huntsmen and huntresses. Even though you don't show up as frequent as we want you to, our settlement hasn't been attacked by bandits in years since you first showed up here. Point is, if you need a place to lie low then everyone here will welcome you with open arms." The man said.

"... I cannot put you all in harm's way if something is trailing me." Six said as he took the knives and began to put them in some sheaths on his armor before walking down the stairs. He stopped and turned his head back towards the older man. "I appreciate the offer though, it has been noted." He nodded then walked towards the exit of the gate. The man watched him him leave with the infant and sighed a bit before noticing two figures follow him shortly after he left.

"I do hope you open up to at least someone and keep that kid safe..." The man said before heading into his armory. Work needed to be done and sitting here wasn't going going to do anything about that.

They had arrived at the settlement. Months of travelling was worth it in the end because he entered the settlement that Myne was taken from. He took his time when walking to the guild and opened the door. A few seconds after he walked in, everyone looked at him then at the crib. The guild girl was busy talking to someone and didn't notice him until she was done but she gave a smile when he returned. It had been several months since he's taken the job and they were holding out alright. More people had learned how to fight and more people were eager to join the guild to make a name for themselves. She understood their reasons though, the higher their ranking then the more dangerous jobs that could be taken therefore the more lien they could pull in.

"Oh! You're back. Did you find her?" She asked hopefully.

"Yes." He answered curtly then moved to the side a bit before opening the crib and revealing the missing girl. Everything went silent after he did that and he looked around to see everyone look at him in shock. Some of the patrons dropped their glasses of alcohol and just stared at him with open jaws, some just stared at him with widened eyes, and some even fainted on the spot. Nobody knew how he did it. How he managed to find this one little girl across the kingdom of Vale, the frontier nonetheless, and managed to make it back alright. He was a growing legend within the guild and it showed. Some could tell that he was young judging by his voice but how young nobody knew, all that they knew was that he received onyx level ranking within a few short years and that ranking often took almost decades to achieve.

"..." The guild girl couldn't help but just stare in shock at the missing girl and had to rub her eyes a bit before tears started to leak from the corners of her eyes. She didn't know why she was crying to be honest, maybe it was tears of joy? Appreciation that he went all this way to retrieve one little girl that others failed to do so in the past? After he left, more people volunteered to find the girl but always either perished or gave up a couple months in.

"Where are the parents?" He asked.

"Oh! Um... the father is working at the south gate and the mother is at work. I'll have someone go retrieve them." She wiped the tears away then went to the back. All he did was go near one of the tall tables with a set of long chairs and stood there, ignoring the people that were giving him looks. He didn't realize that the guild girl had came up to him and set a slip of paper down and an onyx tag down also. He filled some things out and when asked for his name, all he did was put the number six. Before he had taken this job, she informed him that pretty much only she knew the information on the papers and unless it was a supreme power then she wouldn't reveal anything. She blinked when he put the number for the name line.

"That's your name?" She asked.

"..." He didn't say anything but just nodded then turned to Myne, who was smiling at him.

"Thank you." She said.

"For what?" He asked.

"Saving her. Not many people would go that far to save one child." She smiled.

"It was my job." He simply said then waited.

"Well, we could increase your rank a bit but it would need to be approved by some higher authority." She said.

"Then keep it at what it is. I do not care for the ranking." He said.

"What? I thought that's why you did this?" She blinked in surprise.

"No. I did this simply because no one else was doing it and a child was at risk." He answered.

"So you didn't care if there wasn't a reward?" She asked.

"No. There are other means of receiving income." He answered curtly. She puffed her cheeks at his tone but she did catch a slight hint of emotion in it. It wasn't cold when he talked to her but simply calm. It was like nothing bothered him that much because he simply didn't care. He didn't care what others thought about him, he didn't care how difficult a mission was, and he especially didn't care about relationships. He was so distant towards everyone and she made it her mission to become someone he could count on and trust. Her thoughts were brought out when he reached on the table and picked up the tag and observed it for a few seconds.

"Why don't you hold onto this..." He said calmly as he handed Myne the tag. She blinked once then reached up and took the tag out of his hand then started to play with it a bit. Everyone just observed the two of them interact and just either chuckled or some of them cooed at the sight. He was used to such attention but it still made him slightly uncomfortable.

"We'll make you another one." The guild girl smiled.

"You don't have to." He replied.

"We will. Think of it as a gift from us. We all know you don't like to be a part of any organization and like to wander around." She said.

"I see. Thank you, ma'am." He said. From what he was understanding, this meant that they wouldn't give information of him to anyone else but did see him as a valued member of the guild. They knew he traveled alone most of the time and were content with the fact that he at least stopped by to give them breathing room. While he wasn't a member actively, he did have more wiggle room considering the deeds he does for the guild. Doing bounties and increasing your rank grants certain bonuses to individuals who complete them. So far, he had countless benefits but he rarely used them not because he couldn't but he didn't care most of the time. The only thing he really used was the discounts to purchase supplies and sometimes rent a room for the night but that was it.

"Anytime, as much as I would like to stay and talk to you, I need to get back to work." She said.

"Understood." He nodded then watched as she went back to the desk. More time passed and as people were leaving the guild, the parents suddenly rushed in and up to the desk. The two of them frantically asked where their daughter was and the guild girl pointed to the table Six was standing at and smiled before watching them rush over to him with tears in their eyes. It had been so long and they had lost pretty much all hope until they received the news today, making them wait until they could take the rest of the day off to see if the rumor was true or not.

Six watched them rush over to the table and look at the crib before backing up a bit when the mother picked Myne up, crying her eyes out. The small child looked confused and uncomfortable but didn't cry like he expected her to, she just looked at the two unknown adults then back at him. He waited until the two of them got done kissing her cheeks and hugging her before turning to him. They looked slightly better and had a little bit better clothing which indicated that they were working hard to improve their conditions.

"We don't know how to thank you." The father said.

"I'm just doing my job." Six said.

"We uh... we don't have any money to give you. If you come back at a later time-" The mother started.

"I don't need any." Six said, making them blink.

"What?" They said in unison.

"I do not need any lien. There are other bounties that I can accomplish to receive the reward. I did this task to make sure the child was safe and reunite her with you two. I am simply doing my duty." He answered curtly.

"We have to repay you somehow." The mother said.

"You do not. As I have stated before, it was my duty to ensure that the child was safe and returned to her parents." He answered. They couldn't say anything but just stare at him. Despite his cold tone and imposing figure, he did make sure their child was safe after all this time. He fed her, changed her, bathed her, and gave her the necessary attention to ensure that she at least grew a bit. While she wasn't frail as before, she was still a little and it was to be assumed that was how she was until she got older.

"Well, we have to give you something in return." The father said as he looked at his body then started to dig in his pockets for lien.

"I have stated before that I do not require anything." The Spartan said. It was difficult to get people to understand that he didn't really require anything that he couldn't get himself. If anything, he wanted to get rid of the crib so he didn't have to drag it all over the place.

"What's this?" The mother asked as she looked at the crib.

"It is something I had received from when I rescued Myne. You will take it. It uses gravity Dust to keep it levitating that burns slowly. You may either keep the Dust or sell it, I would advise the latter considering your situation." He said as he set his bag on the table and fished out several shards of gravity Dust. The couple could only stare at the Dust in awe then look at him with tears beginning to appear in their eyes again. With this, they could improve their living conditions for the better and give their children a better life.

They brought him into a hug which made him lock up tensely. He wasn't used to physical contact unless it was an attack and things like these made him uncomfortable. It wasn't like the time Jorge patted his shoulder, that time didn't make him feel as uncomfortable considering it was a fellow Spartan but civilians giving him physical contact made him tense. Years of being labeled as a freak by Marines, ODST, and even civilians made him throw up a wall of cold indifference to where feeling something as foreign as this made him feel odd. He wasn't cold and bitter like Emile was to them but he also wasn't warm to them like Jorge was. If anything, he just preferred to stay in the back and be left to his own devices rather than socialize. Others preferred company and companions, he preferred isolation. He was an odd one even as he was training. There would be countless orphans in the Beta company forming friendships while he was in the back observing everyone. It's just how he is. In the end it was just him and probably a few others that survived complete annihilation, he didn't know.

Both of the adults bid him farewell as they carried their reunited daughter out the door. She looked confused as to why he wasn't coming along with her and her eyes started to water a bit but he just nodded at her as he watched her go out the door. This is the way. This is the way things should be, despite him caring for her for the last couple of months, he couldn't raise her. She did give him a learning curve in case he encountered more children down the road but he highly doubted it. He shook his head at the thoughts and went up to the bounty board, already looking for his next job. His motion tracker picked up three unknowns behind him and he tensed up slightly.

"Excuse me, do you have a minute?" An older voice asked. He turned his head and saw three individuals standing behind him. The first man was possibly in his late forties, early fifties, with silver hair and had a cane in his right hand. The next man was a rugged looking man that had red eyes, a cape, and dress clothing that looked haphazardly put on. The final person was a blonde woman with green eyes that held a certain amount of authority, a noticeable bust, and a riding crop as her weapon. He recognized the last two because they had been trailing him for the last week, it was presumed that they were the huntsman and huntress that the armorer had warned him about.

"..." Six said nothing as he turned to them and looked down at them. It was clear that his attention had been caught which prompted the lead man to stick his hand out.

"I am Ozpin, the current Headmaster at Beacon." He introduced as he held his hand out. The air was quiet as Six just stared at him, the silence seemed to be uncomfortable because several patrons had to leave. Even the guild girl coughed at the tension in the air as she witnessed the scene in front of her. As much as she wanted to intrude, she knew that it would possibly ruin the interaction between the two parties.

"A quiet one, I see. Anyways, would you care to discuss some things?" Ozpin asked politely.

"..." Six still said nothing as he just continued to stare the older man down. The other man reached around for his weapon while the woman's grip on hers tightened a bit, something Six took note of.

"I'm afraid that would require an answer." Ozpin said.

"No." Six said coldly. From the corner of his eye he saw the guild girl flinch. He could understand why, when they spoke he was calm and relaxed around her but since this man and his associates showed up his voice changed to cold and defensive.

"No what?" Ozpin asked.

"I do not wish to discuss anything with you." Six answered in a cold tone. He ignored them and found his next bounty that he wished to accomplish then plucked it off the board before walking up to the desk.

"You just came back." She sighed.

"I have." He said to her, switching his tone from cold to calm in an instant. The other three took notice of this.

"The very least you can do is rest." She said.

"I will once I have acquired the bounty." He said.

"No, you rest for a day or two then you can get another bounty. I am the one who decides whether a person can get issued a bounty so if you don't rest then no bounty for you." She said while crossing her arms. A part of her expected him to just stare her down until she submitted but all he did was calmly set the bounty back on the board then look back at her.

"I see. I will come back tomorrow for it then." He nodded.

"What?!" She squeaked. The rugged looking man let out a subtle chuckle before getting hit in the stomach with the woman's elbow.

"You are correct in the regard that you hold the highest authority within this establishment. While I would personally admit that I would like to have another bounty, I do understand your concern. Therefore, I will stop by tomorrow morning to retrieve it." He explained calmly. He saw her blink in surprise before letting out a smile then nodding while he did the same then left the establishment.

The other three followed him, to which he took note of and continued to ignore them. They tried to speak to him but he just ignored them and continued to walk towards the store, nodding curtly when people waved at him.

"Pal, the very least you can do is answer our questions." The rugged looking man commented.

"Now, now, Qrow, if this gentleman doesn't wish to speak then he doesn't have to." Ozpin gestured.

"I do not wish to speak to you all because I have no interest in what you are trying to bargain." Six said.

"Whatever do you mean?" Ozpin asked.

"Earlier you stated that you wished for me to follow you to Beacon academy to discuss some things, correct?" Six asked.

"That is correct." Ozpin nodded.

"Yet I hold no interest in going there. Following you to your base of operations is a foolish move, especially when I do not know you." Six countered.

"Look, it's obvious he isn't one to play word games so we'll cut to the chase. We want you to help us." Qrow said.

"Qrow!" The woman whipped towards him.

"Look at him, Glynda, he ain't exactly beating around the bush with us. He's like those jarheads at Atlas who don't like it when people dance around them with words." He gestured to Six.

"That doesn't mean you should reveal our intentions like that." She said.

"We weren't exactly giving him much to go on here. We've been tailing him for the last several minutes and he barely said a word to us even though we've been trying to sugar coat everything." He said.

"Despite my associates conflicting approaches, we do wish for you to join us. It would be beneficial towards all of us, even Remnant as a whole. I feel that if you do then a certain partnership can be established-" Ozpin started.

"No." Six interrupted coldly, stopping all three of them.

"What?" They asked in unison.

"I do not believe I have misspoken. I said no and the answer will continue to be no. As I have stated before, I have no intentions of joining you three to Beacon academy and the words you have sugar coated earlier do not benefit nor interest me. I have heard of you Headmaster Ozpin but I do not know you nor your intentions; therefore, I do not trust you in the slightest." Six stated in the same tone as he turned his back towards them and begun to walk away. They seemed stunned for a few seconds as if someone had just slapped them before quickly rushing up to him.

"What is it that you require? Lien, we can provide that if you would just discuss some things with us." Ozpin said.

"The answer is still no." Six replied.

"What is it that you want from us?" Glynda asked.

"To stop trailing me." He answered.

"We're not trailing you." Qrow dismissed.

"You two have been trailing me for the past week, possibly longer. On Tuesday of last week around eleven thirty-seven A.M. you two were spotted behind the corner of a building. Your location was the settlement that was thirty miles east from here. Judging by the fact that the Headmaster is leading you two, I assume he was the one to issue the mission to acquire me." Six briefed. The other three were just thrown into silence and seemed to break out into a cold sweat. He knew that they were following him this whole time. Knew up until the exact time of day that they were doing it. Nothing flew over his head as some of the rumors had stated. Not a single one of them had actually expected him to deny their request. Usually when one was given the chance to negotiate with Beacon, they would jump at the first chance but not the man in front of them. He flat out denied them and wasn't budging.

"What will make you negotiate with us then? I assume you have terms." Ozpin said.

"Nothing. I am not interested in what problems you have. I do not trust you. Stop following me." Six said as he entered an inn and went up to the front desk. The person smiled at him and the two of them made a transaction before he received a room key. The other three followed him up the stairs and down the hallway before he came to his room. He unlocked the door, opened it then entered before setting his bag down near the door.

"Just consider it." Ozpin stated as he handed a card. Six stared at his hand for a few seconds before closing the door in his face. It was silent as the other three just stood there. The silence seemed to last a few seconds before Qrow got his flask out and brought it to his lips as the three of them started to walk down the hall.

"Wow... just wow. We spent the last few years trying to pin point this guy and the last few months trailing him and we get rejected in the span of an hour." He said bitterly.

"I have a feeling he will reconsider." Ozpin hummed.

"I don't mean to burst your bubble, Oz... but he seemed like he could give less than two shits at what we think. It's obvious he isn't going to join us so why are we trying?" Qrow asked.

"Call it a hunch." Ozpin hummed again.

"As much as I would like to agree with you, Qrow's right in this regard. This man obviously doesn't care about helping us seeing how he ignored us half the time and rudely shut the door in our face." Glynda said.

"... It takes time with things like these." Ozpin said as he headed outside with the other two.

If only he knew how wrong he was in the future. How wrong he was to think that a person that sought isolation could be chained like a rabid dog.

So... yes. I am here with another chapter. So soon, you may ask? I'll tell you why. My classes have two assignments that I already finished and I'm bored. Like seriously, I already got a paper finished and turned in, a practice test complete, and my essay started... in the span of the three days of the first week. Not to mention at my school, I have Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays off so it's good. Don't have much to say other than wow, and by that I mean reviews.

ThePizziaMan: Yes but no.

Thraus: I'll try to keep his attitude like that for the rest of the story.

Lord Demolitions: Negative.

Guest: Hope this at least quelled some of your hopes.

Guest: I have and there might be something in the future.

Sm0keyPanda: I'll think about it.

UndeadLord22: Well here's the silver haired wizard for you.

Slim A Lou Prime: Thank you. I want to build up a reputation for him for when I hit canon, I'll try to do something about the reactions with the other big powers.

MidKnightMoonglow99: That's what a lot of people have been saying lately.

SPRTN544: *Enjoys the theme*

Rookie059: I'll try to give a good reaction for when he meets them. Thanks for the review.

Rathaloski Mozsko: The Mandalorian.

VGBlackwing: That's what everyone is saying about the last chapter.

Specter343: I'll try to keep you hooked from this point on.

Josephi: I actually laughed for like, five minutes when I saw those two reviews. Thank you for that.

Random Bro: Don't worry, as soon as next week comes around, I'll start buckling down. The only reason I actually managed to write this was because I finished all my assignments early.

Gundam-Knight-Chris: Didn't mean for it to be like that.

Czechus: I'll try not to drag it out too long before I reach canon but as I stated above, I did want to flesh out the backstory on how he got to his reputation. I'm more of a guy that enjoys crafting a lore and having people enjoy it rather than just saying he's a legend then coming up with his actions as the story progresses. In response to B312 acting like B312... that's just how he is. While in the wiki it did state that he did form friendships with other Spartans, Marines, and even civilians, my version is a little different than that. What I'm trying to say is that I'm giving him my own twist without butchering his character, you know. PS. This is the way.

the-lost-memories6: You know, you're not the first person to have said that.

Lord of Moons: I don't know if I'll have those. It all depends if I'm feeling up to it. Maybe or maybe not, it more or less leans to the latter than the former.

Ronmr: Affirmative.

Malgrath: I chuckled at that.

flitterflux: His rounds and knife. Different materials from a different world. His augmented strength is also a key factor, it's more or less he breaks their aura before they even realize it when in close quarters but he does have personal rounds that can bypass it. Plus, the concept of aura is never brushed up on in RWBY half the time with the exception of that one episode.

The Baz: Six doesn't trust anyone, and I mean that literally. He actually doesn't trust anyone with the exception of like one person. His reasoning is that the child was safer in his hands rather than the authorities because he's confident in his abilities to keep her safe. He takes the necessary precautions in ensuring her safety as opposed to dropping off her off to the authorities and letting them handle the rest. It's not that he cares about his ranking because he doesn't but more along the lines of he wants to be the one to finish his objective. He also sees this as a learning curve for him just in case something like this happens again.

DoomKnight-6642: I have. I think about if often and I'm trying to improve on that regard but it's hard sometimes. Like, I want to make it so where it's not too repetitive but not too barren of content. I'll admit that it's one of my weaknesses when it comes to writing. Sometimes I make grammatical mistakes while other times I make things too repetitive.

Blaze1992: He probably won't care seeing how it'll mostly apply to the city. The frontier mostly, sometimes not, know of him as someone who kills bandits and Grimm rather than civilians.

DarkySunRise: I'm glad you got the reference and thank you.

sacke110: Was not intended but I guess it is.

scottusa1: Thank you, later.

Seros109: Gotta read to find out. Also greetings, you're my very first reviewer from Germany. Kind of happy that this story reached all the way out there. Don't know how far my story reaches half the time.

NewFan: Here's another chapter.

KnowingEzmend: Thank you.

Wrath of Vajra: He will, it's kind of the premises of the story, he walks alone most of the time waiting for more orders from the UNSC. Thanks for reviewing.

So yeah, you guys wrote an fuck load of reviews that took me around twenty minutes to actually type and like ten minutes to think of suitable answers for you guys. I really appreciate that you guys are enjoying this story and I hope I can keep your attention. If the quality goes down and some of you didn't enjoy this chapter as much as the last then I'm sorry, I'm not perfect. Writing stories as decent as this one is hard when the audience grows within six days. So again, if this doesn't suite your expectations and you find yourself losing interest then I understand and wish you the best of luck and thanks for giving it a read.

Another thing I want to mention, a lot of you guys have been stating that this is like The Mandalorian and I'm here to tell you I didn't mean for it to end up like that last chapter. Not that I'm saying it's a bad thing since a lot of you enjoyed it a lot... and I mean a lot considering I got like twenty reviews within the first eight hours. Anyways, it was not my intention to make it like that but I do appreciate that you guys enjoyed it. I mean, it's kind of the reason I made this story to begin with, give some people something to enjoy a bit on the downtime. So here you guys go. To all of you who keep saying don't have him join Beacon or any of the other academies, don't worry. Six is strictly loyal to the UNSC. He avoids the cities, academies, and other military bases like the plague so you won't have to worry about him joining anyone.

The last thing I want to mention is I have no idea what I'm going to name the guild girl. I based her design in the story off of the one from Goblin Slayer, yes I do enjoy that and if you don't then tough titty, but I can't keep calling her that every time I bring her up. Kind of becomes a problem and gets a little repetitive at times when I write something with her in it and I literally need to say "the guild girl or the girl from the guild" every fucking time. I don't know, maybe I'll keep calling her that or give her a name. Don't know anymore...

Anyways, thanks for all your time and patience and I will catch you all on the flip side. Stay respectful out there people. Take it easy, everyone.