At this point in time, Six's favorite settlement had seen him as their hero. Whenever he was in town and did bounties, they felt a certain sense of relief and comfort fill their hearts. He often did jobs that nobody wanted or didn't have a high enough reward but that didn't matter to him. The thing that mattered was that it kept him busy and on the move constantly while earning him a steady source of income to buy more supplies. This was the way he survived. Staying out of the reach of countless people was how he survived all these years. He didn't care about politics, it was an unnecessary headache he didn't wish to deal with. Going to teach the academies was absolutely off the table and the amount of times he had been told that started to reach a couple dozen. The academies were untrustworthy in his opinion, something about them just screamed rotten secrecy to him. While he wouldn't teach at any academy, he did offer assistance when helping train some of the frontier towns.
All he did was give them lessons whenever he stayed longer than a week. Nothing special, just some basic maneuvers and shooting lessons that would help them survive in against a Grimm attack. It proved to be beneficial since some settlements were more prepared than others and they were often the ones that provided Six with a place to stay if needed. Out of the countless settlements that he had come across over the years, there were a couple that he enjoyed being in. While he remained distant towards people like usual, he wasn't particularly cold to them. Some picked up on this while others didn't. He wasn't rude to people, it was more along the lines of he didn't know how to interact with them. A loner at heart was what he was and would always be.
He went through the market of people and looked at some of the stands before trading some of the items he had collected around the world. For example, he noticed that certain herbs that grow in Atlas are extremely valuable in Vacuo or a certain type of mineral from Mistral was valuable in Atlas. These things became useful knowledge when there weren't bounties available yet or were taken. Different items held different values in some places. He traded some of the herbs from Atlas with a shopkeeper before accepting the lien and leaving shortly after. Trading was one of the main reasons he knew how to deal with lien. It was just as simple as the current currency system of the UNSC and all the other worlds but somehow less advanced. Remnant overall was just... so far back as far as technology and how things were ran, it always made him sigh in exasperation when he remembered. It was like they couldn't figure out that there were other resources other than Dust.
Days started to slip by and those eventually turned to weeks of being outside in the frontier, that he ended up in his favorite settlement. He preferred this one over some of the others for several reasons; it had a place he could get supplies, bounties, and the one person he could call a friend. Although they were polar opposites, they somehow had a professional relationship that seemed to work. He enjoyed solitude and silence, preferred to be the one who did things by himself, and always be on the move. She preferred the company of others, working together, and only moving if she had no choice. Somehow he was her favorite person and he didn't know why. Despite never seeing him for months at a time and never seeing his face, she always gave that bright smile whenever he showed up. It unnerved him sometimes.
As he neared the settlement's north gate, he came across two guards. They didn't even need to stop him to know who he was, all they did was just wave at him while he nodded in silence before entering the settlement. This was one of the more peaceful settlements in the area, mainly because he constantly did bounties to keep him busy and to give them breathing room. This allowed them to thrive and start to expand a bit in recent years, nothing much, just enough to accommodate for the growing numbers. Like always, his first stop was the gunsmith to craft some ammo with the older man, the next stop was the store to purchase supplies, the one after that was to check on Myne and her family, and the last one was the guild.
It took a few hours but he eventually restocked his ammunition and crafted a surplus for the future while staying silent as the older man cussed up a storm. The older man took a liking to him despite him barely saying anything, he made it clear that Six was practically kin in the settlement at this point. This alone made the Spartan slightly uncomfortable but what made him more uncomfortable is that the older man started getting emotional. He kept stating that Six was like the son he always wanted, and this action made the Spartan leave in an uncomfortable manner. Six was never one to deal with emotions very well, he had trouble displaying his own, so what made everyone think he was good at comforting others? He didn't enjoy being called anyone's son because it made him think about his past. It was a miracle that he even remembered what his own parents looked like...
He didn't remember his name nor much about his life before he was placed into the Spartan III program. He didn't remember what his parents' names were or what they were like but he did remember their faces vaguely. He remembered when they hid him somewhere before disappearing, but seeing how they never came back and the UNSC found him shortly after, he had guessed the worst. His memories then drifted to when the UNSC found him, a boy who's face was painted with indifference at the carnage around him. Even when he was being trained, he never showed much of anything. His tone was straight to the point, almost cold sometimes, and his face never showed an ounce of anything. There were other Spartan III's that had tried to include him in their groups but he would always drift away from them eventually. While some would charge in recklessly at first when they started training, Six was already thinking how to take his target down in the most efficient way. Older servicemen took note of this, how he would watch them from the back then use the knowledge he observed to his advantage. It unnerved a lot of them.
As he got older and the training got more harsh, others started to realize how dangerous he was at times. He never spoke and only gave a grunt of pain when he would take damage from some of the stronger Spartans. He wasn't the tallest or strongest but he was one of the smarter ones that was a force to be reckoned with when the time came. Pretty soon when he was ready for combat, he was immediately pulled from Beta company. Years became a blur as he did solo missions that would earn him the moniker of personal Grim Reaper. He had done things he isn't proud of but it mattered not. Orders were orders and he wouldn't dare to disobey them. The missions became more brutal as he got older but he always survived in the end; maybe it was his tenacity or his training? Sometimes he didn't know. All he knew is that much of his file was covered in black ink and he earned Hyper Lethal Vector.
He was told that there was only one other Spartan had reached that. From his assumption, it was a Spartan II. They were always the ones that were practically invincible half the time. Able to kill Covenant by the thousands and come out on top. Him? He was expendable and nothing would change that. No moniker, no rank, nothing would change the fact that he was an expendable copy of a Spartan II. It was easier to forget about him, not them.
"Six..." The guild girl called out. His eyes blinked and he looked around to see an empty guild. He must have zoned out, this was a problem.
"I apologize." He said.
"It's fine. I'm the last one here anyways... got a little worried when you walked in and just stood there silently. I thought something happened to you." She said.
"I assure you, I am fine." He replied curtly.
"You never change, do you?" She smiled a bit. There was only one reason he was here and that was to receive work, but there wasn't any yet. "We don't really have bounties at the moment." She sighed.
"Understood." He nodded then left the building and waited for her to do the same. It took her a few seconds to grab her bag then the keys before locking the building up and walking towards him. This had become the norm between them. Every time he stopped by and she was closing, he would wait for her and walk her home while letting her vent. This served as a good way to figure out what problems she was dealing with and he would offer a solution. It also enhanced his civilian interaction a bit. Countless stars were out tonight and the moon provided illumination for the two.
"I'd like to see what's up there." She said as she looked up to the stars. He followed her gaze and nodded.
"... I will take you up there one day." He said. She had to hold her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh before she couldn't take it anymore, and let out a soft one.
"I fail to see what is funny." He tilted his head. Humor was the one thing he was terrible at. It's been countless years since he's even laughed, much less smiled.
"Nothing, just you. I do wonder though... if there's life out there, you think they're looking at us?" She asked then looked at him.
"...Possibly." He answered. A simple hum was what she had replied with before they continued their walk. He couldn't tell her that he came from beyond the stars. There was nothing he could tell her that he wasn't native to Remnant, that there were planets of her wildest dreams out beyond the dark sky. How a war was possibly still going on and he was part of the faction meant to defend humanity and to ensure its survival. Compared to the rest of the galaxy and every human colonized planet, Remnant had it easy. Grimm were almost laughable compared to some of the wildlife he's met on other planets. It was easy to not fear anything anymore when half of your emotions were gone from an early age. Emotions were a weakness that he could not afford to have... it's one of the reasons he cut himself off from them. Emotional weakness clouded his focus and that clouded his judgement, which led to mistakes. Six was not known to make mistakes twice.
"You know, you're one of the first people to actually hear what I have to say and not judge." She said.
"Is that so?" He asked.
"Yeah... I mean, I work at the guild to get people to realize that there are more threats than just Grimm. That there are bad people out there and that others need help, but half the time I just get blown off. I mean, just last week some younger huntsmen tried talking down on me because I don't go out there and fight Grimm. Just because I don't physically go out there doesn't mean I don't know what's going on. I hear about these things all day long!" She raised her arms. He stayed silent as she ranted. She may not have noticed it but he noticed that whenever she ranted to him, her stress seemed to lessen the next day.
"They are young. Younger individuals are constantly blinded by their pride. All it takes is one situation to throw them into reality. Sooner or later they will realize that you are more knowledgeable of the current status." He said.
"Why is it that you barely show a hint of emotions, yet you always seem to make things better?" She asked.
"I do not know." He answered. It was silent for a minute before she spoke up.
"One of these days, I want to get out of here." She said.
"I assumed you enjoyed it here?" He asked, watching as she smiled sadly.
"I mean, I do... but it feels so cooped up sometimes, you know? Everyday I work my butt off and still get treated with disrespect by some. Some just hit on me like I'm some kind of clueless girl that constantly enjoys attention, while others just treat me like I'm some kind of naive girl." She said.
"I see." He said quietly.
"That day you showed up was one of the reasons I stayed." She said quietly, making him look at her. "That bounty you took was up there for a year and nobody was taking it, despite the reward being a lot and the fact that people were dying due to it. As much as I tried to persuade people to do it, nobody would because they didn't care. Some said that as long as it never left the cave then it was fine. Yet... people always went missing due to it. Then you came along and handled it without a care in the world." She said.
"..." He just looked at her and it made her continue.
"From that point on, when you said you'd drop by again... I knew you were different from the others. You didn't care about ranking, status, or even how much lien you would make off of it. You just did the job without saying anything. That action gave us breathing room for the next few months. I don't know if you know this but you inspired a lot of people that day." She said.
"How?" He asked.
"People saw what you were doing and started to do more. Stopped relying so much on Huntsmen and Huntresses so much. When you saved Myne five years ago is really when people started to truly do good around here." She said as she reached her door to her apartment complex.
"..." He didn't say anything but just watched as she turned to look at him.
"What I'm trying to say is thank you. You may be a monster in some people's eyes but you'll always be a hero is ours." She closed her eyes and smiled brightly at him. He nodded curtly and watched as she made it inside before fishing in his bag and reaching inside. Tucked away was a folded piece of paper, to which he unfolded, and revealed it to be a crude drawing of him. Myne had managed to muster up the strength to deliver this to him at the gate one day. It took all her energy to walk that distance but she managed to deliver it to him. She called him a hero, as did the guild girl.
"..." He didn't say anything because he didn't need to. Nothing would change the fact that he wasn't a hero. Heroes saved everyone and beat the bad guy in the end. Six wasn't one and he'd never be one. He wasn't a monster either because monsters just creep in the dark and wait for their victims. No, he wasn't either of these things... he was the one that the monsters were afraid of in the dark. He was the wolf that crept around the world and drove fear into the worst of the worst. Nothing would change that.
The next day when he stepped into the guild, he immediately noticed that everyone was crowding around the bounty board. All of them seemed excited and were eager to complete a bounty or two. Some saw him ignore the crowd and go to a table and stand by it. The newer ones whispered about him, not knowing that he could hear them perfectly fine. The older guild members made comments but chose to ignore him. Despite all his years of stopping by the settlement and earning his onyx rank, he never took off his cloak. Others saw how dirty it was and usually judged his character based on that.
"I guess they'll let anyone be an onyx rank now." A blonde woman commented.
"Leave him be. As long as we don't bother him, he won't bother us." A man dismissed as he turned back to the board. Six just waited patiently as the large group near the bounty board picked the ones they wanted to do. The next several minutes was spent issuing the bounties to the group or the individual. People left shortly after and he made his way up to the board after everyone left and looked at it. He noticed that there were a couple of low paying ones but he didn't care, it gave him something to do. As he plucked a bounty off the board and went up to the desk, a blip appeared on his radar.
"Wolf!" A familiar voice called out. He turned around to see a familiar person dive at him with a happy expression on her face before he moved to the side suddenly. She crashed face first into the counter and groaned before turning around to look at him from the ground. He sighed when he realized who it was, her white cloak all too familiar.
"Why'd you move?" She rubbed her face.
"I thought you were going to attack me." He answered.
"I was going to hug you!" She cried out
"..." He stared at her silently.
"..." She did the same. Several long, silent seconds seemed to pass by and the guild girl and her assistant just stared at the sight before them.
"Why were you trying to hug me?" He asked.
"Why would I attack you!?" She shouted as she stood up.
"...What are you doing here, Mrs. Rose?" He asked. It had been twelve years since he's seen her face and to say that it wasn't welcome would be a lie. There was nothing wrong with her, aside from the fact that she was noisy and needlessly animated at times, but he could go the rest of his life without seeing her.
"I'm glad you asked; tall, dark, and mysterious. I've come to check on the status of the settlement." She pointed at him.
"It is fine." He answered, then finished getting his bounties verified. When he stepped out of the guild and began walking to the street, he sighed when he knew she was following him.
"So... while I have to check on the status of the town, I also need to-" She started.
"If it is trying to get me to work for Beacon, then leave." He interrupted. A shocked look adorned her face suddenly; how did he even know about what she was going to say? She didn't even finish her sentence.
"W-Wait, how did you even know?" She asked.
"Headmaster Ozpin came to me five years ago, along with two others. He offered me a position at Beacon and I turned him down. You also stated that you worked for him, so I assume he sent you here on a mission to recruit me. I am not interested in Beacon nor will I ever be." He stated bluntly.
"Can you at least consider it?" She asked.
"No." He answered.
"Come on. I didn't travel all this way to be rejected! Do you know how long it took for me to get here? Especially after dealing with so many Grimm?" She asked as she followed him out of the settlement.
"Long." He answered curtly. His tone never changed once, it was the same distrustful tone he used when dealing with everyone else, but the guild girl. He didn't trust Summer Rose. That wasn't to say that he hated her, he didn't trust her one bit and that would continue to be the case.
"That was a rhetorical question." She deadpanned.
"..." He said nothing and just walked in the location of his bounty. It wasn't anything special, just a simple Beowolf bounty that could be handled when he reached his location. The guild didn't even need to send anyone out to see if he was lying because they knew him long enough to know he didn't leave anything. He never left survivors, ever.
"I can already see it. You're wondering why I'm following you." She said.
"I am. Most likely to report what I do to your superior." He answered. She didn't say anything and he just sighed before stopping and looking at her. Just because he wasn't rude to her didn't mean he liked being followed. It was bad enough that she worked for Ozpin, things just got worse when he was constantly being trailed by the old man.
"Just... consider it, please." She said quietly.
"No." He said stoically. Why was she being so persistent about him working at Beacon? There was a reason as to why he didn't go near the city or Beacon. They would chain him down and it didn't benefit him in the slightest. Working for a foreign power went against everything he was about. Working for any of the academies or the military on this planet guaranteed that he would never get off. Plus, he was sure that the military in Atlas would execute him for all the soldiers he sent to the grave.
"Why not?!" She shouted suddenly.
"I do not trust you, nor do I trust Beacon. If I were to join Beacon then I would be severely limited in what I am able to accomplish. Stop following me, Mrs. Rose. Go home." He answered. She started to try and convince him for the past couple of hours, not noticing the day slip away. So caught up in trying to convince him to go to Beacon, she barely noticed he had started to set up camp. Every time she tried to convince him, he still responded with a flat no.
"... Fine. Be that way." She huffed then began to stomp away. She knew this was useless, despite her telling Ozpin that he wasn't interested, the older man didn't listen. After he saved her from death, all she wanted to do was repay him somehow. He was one of the reasons she got to go home to her girls. Tai was worried sick about her, as were her girls but she made it back. She knew the importance of her mission but she started to take less each passing year, only doing some in order to keep the income flowing in. She often told the girls stories of a man who was like a wolf, always on the move for the next location. Never stopping for anything. She would always smile as their eyes sparkled brightly the more she told them.
"Mrs. Rose." He called out.
"What?!" She snapped.
"You are going the wrong way." He pointed out. An embarrassed blush crept up on her face and she started to storm off in the opposite direction before she realized one tiny thing... it was night out. How long had she been following him? Trying to convince him to go to Beacon?
"It's night?!" She cried out.
"It is. You have been following me for the last several hours." He said.
"Ugh!" She screamed in frustration. He sighed quietly then looked around for a fallen log to sit on. It took a minute, but he eventually found one and sat on it while he got the fire started. She was about to start heading back to the settlement before a loud growl echoed from her stomach. He watched as she sat on a rock near the fire and didn't look at him, puffing her cheeks. From the corner of her eye, she saw that he had spread his cloak out and all the contents out of his bag. She saw how much materials he had and wondered how long he had been on the move. Some of those materials he currently had on him were worth a fortune in some parts of the world. Another growl escaped her stomach.
"Are you going to pout like a child, or are you going to ask for food?" He asked.
"I am fine." She huffed.
"You are lying." He stated as another growl escaped her stomach.
"I said I'm fine." She puffed her cheeks and turned away from him.
"Stop acting like a child." He said as he set some food near her. It wasn't anything special, just some canned stew. There was a spoon on the top of it and he went back to his spot, sitting on the log then tilting his helmet up slightly to eat. She huffed once again before taking the can and opening it, silently eating the contents. She was mad, usually when she was mad, she just avoided everyone and pouted. Her family thought it was funny to see such a skilled huntress pout like a child, but she forgot Six wasn't like that. He was the same as he was twelve years ago, straight to the point an no nonsense attitude.
"I don't appreciate being called a child." She murmured.
"Then stop acting like one." He replied.
"Wow... rude." She commented.
"..." He just stared at her before shaking his head. Sometimes he forgot that she was like this, noisy and always had something to say. She was kind and empathetic around civilians, and possibly her family, but here she was just a chatterbox. Pretty soon her angry attitude left and she began to talk about what has happened the last twelve years. It started off how she got to see her daughters grow up, how her oldest daughter got accepted into Beacon, as did her younger one. He noticed how she squeezed the can tightly when she told him how her youngest fought an international criminal. Her motherly instincts kicked in and she began to state how she punished her youngest for even fighting someone like him. He listened as she told how her youngest managed to help bring an international criminal behind bars with Glynda Goodwitch, then was awarded early admission into Beacon. She then told him how proud of her she was. All he did was listen to her, maintaining his gear. If it were him, he would keep the youngest one away from Beacon but he had no say in the matter.
"So... who's that girl you were talking to?" She asked, placing her chin on her hands while looking at him. He looked at her and saw that she looked like a teenager, ready for gossip.
"She is a friend." He stated.
"What's this? The Wolf has a friend? I thought you were all about being alone." She quipped.
"Companionship is a healthy human trait. While I do prefer being alone, having someone to talk to is comforting." He replied calmly.
"Jeez, could've said it with a little more emotion." She murmured.
"Understood, I will try to work on it." He said in the same tone.
"I like how you say you'll work on it and you do the opposite." She jabbed her spoon at him.
"..." He said nothing and just turned back to his gear.
"Well, I got what I came for." She sighed.
"What is that?" He asked.
"Information." She answered, making him stop and stare at her. The air around them seemed tense and she felt gravity suddenly weigh her down before she looked at him.
"What kind of information?" He asked. A flinch slightly overtook her when he asked in that tone, it was a cold, defensive tone that put her on edge. Things were starting to escalate quickly and she really didn't want to be on the receiving end of him. She had heard what he does to people sometimes.
"Just stuff that Ozpin already knows. I promise." She said quickly. The tense feeling turned to a suffocating one before it lifted when he looked away from her. She felt her chest tighten a bit before she released a breath that was held unknowingly. She forgot how scary he was at times.
"I think it is best if we part ways, Mrs. Rose." He said.
"Now?" She asked.
"No, when we return to the settlement." He answered. It went quiet for a while as the two of them just stared at the fire before he packed his items up and put them in his bag. She wanted to say something but felt that it would just worsen the mood.
"Listen... I still have to report to Ozpin about you but I'll just report the things he already knows about you. I won't tell him about your relationship with the girl. I know you care for her. As much as I like Ozpin, he tends to exploit those kind of things. So I won't tell him about your friend. Think of it as payback for letting me see my girls again." She said sincerely before setting her head down and turning away from him.
"..." He didn't say anything but just stared at her for a few minutes then turned his head back to the fire. He went against a sturdy tree and leaned against it. All he did was bring out his shotgun and let it rest against his legs before leaning his head against the trees. He looked up at the stars and sighed quietly.
He needed to get off this planet.
When he woke Summer up, they finished his bounty in silence. Not a word was said the entire time. She knew that she was on thin ice with him and he wasn't in the mood to even attempt to start a conversation. Several hours went by as the two of them walked with their hoods up. She pulled hers down when she entered the settlement while he kept his up. She saw countless people wave at him and smile while he just nodded at them. A part of her saw that these people valued him greatly and would possibly go extraordinary lengths to make sure no one bothered him. When the two of them entered the guild, she saw how the girl at the front desk smiled at his return while he just nodded. It was obvious that the girl cared about him since she kept asking if he was alright.
He may not have shown it but Summer did see that he cared about the woman, he just didn't know how to display it. The longer she walked and observed him, the more she understood about his character. He was always on the move, always traveling and thinking about his next course of action. Helping towns whenever he could seemed to be the best course of action. She had heard stories how towns felt safer because some mysterious man in a cloak saved them, stopped by on occasions and gave them breathing room. There were also stories how he's killed huntsmen and huntresses, something she never hoped to invoke the side of. She knew he was skilled, an expert in a variety of fields. It sometimes scared her to hear how dangerous he was, yet never rose his weapon against a civilian.
He was basically a living local legend. People in the city rarely ever heard of him due to their environment, but people in the frontier had basically created a legend out of him. That he was this invincible hero that always won in the end. Despite not being able to defend every settlement, he did do what he could against a Grimm attack. He was more commonly known in the outer settlements and than in some of the inner ones. One of her favorite ones that she recently heard of him, although it took about two years to confirm if it was actually true or not, was that he traveled across the entire Vale continent to find one little girl. That took dedication, and a lot of experience to track someone with barely any information.
A buzz on her scroll made her look down to see Ozpin contacting her. She sighed when she realized that she had to report now. While she couldn't lie, she also wouldn't tell anything about him to the Headmaster. She intended to keep her end of the deal, and it served as repayment for Six saving her years ago.
"Did you find anything?" Ozpin asked.
"No. Just the things you already know." She replied.
"Anything else?" He pushed.
"Oz... he literally is the same as when you encountered him. He barely talks, is always on the defensive, and is constantly moving. If he hasn't changed in the past five years then he won't in the future." She explained. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips at his next question.
"What about the offer?" He asked.
"He shot it down. He declined it before I even got to finish my sentence. He's not interested." She typed. She didn't notice that Six was looking at her, looking at the screen through the reflection from her eyes. He made sure that she was keeping her word in not ratting him out and it showed because before he knew it, she had ended the conversation with Ozpin. The man annoyed him greatly, he was persistent in trying to get him to join Beacon. This was just evidence that the man was still trying. He was caught staring at Summer because when she looked up, she just saw him looking at her silently. It was beginning to be uncomfortable as time passed.
"Six... you're staring." The guild girl said.
"..." He didn't say anything but just turned away from her and grabbed the reward off the counter. Summer blinked when she heard that, she never heard what his name was. She didn't think it'd be something as trivial as a number, she just always called him wolf seeing how he had that wolf emblem on his armor. Was that his actual name? That didn't even really tell her anything about him, it just brought up more questions. She did gather information but it was already things that they knew about him. Hearing that he was called nothing but a simple number just brought more mystery to him. While she would love to stay and help out, it seemed that everyone had taken all the work, which meant she wasn't needed at the moment. It was time to depart and head home. The girls would be getting ready for a new chapter in their lives and she wasn't going to miss it.
"Well, I have to go. I'm sorry I couldn't help out more." Summer said.
"That's alright. We've been okay these last few months without huntsmen and huntresses. We'll be alright." The guild girl smiled.
"Again, sorry. Also... Six." Summer called out.
"..." He said nothing but look at her from over his shoulder.
"If you encounter Yang and Ruby, they're my daughters, can you make sure they don't get out of hand?" She asked.
"I will not make any promises." He said.
"I'm not asking you to babysit them forever but... make sure they at least learn from you if they encounter you." She pleaded.
"As I have stated before, I cannot make any promises. If I encounter them then I will offer advice but I will not have them follow me." He said.
"That's as good as I'm going to get... I'll see you around, Wolf." She smirked while calling him the nickname she gave him. He nodded and watched as she left the guild silently. The tension in his system seemed to lessen a bit when she closed the door. There was no guarantee that he'd see her again. She proved to be troublesome, although he didn't hate her, he didn't necessarily take a immediate liking to her. At most, she was interesting and annoying at the worst.
"Someone you know?" The guild girl asked.
"I know her but I do not trust her." He answered truthfully.
"Wow, a little judgmental?" She raised an eyebrow.
"No. She is too childish for a woman of her profession." He clarified.
"Not everyone is as emotionless as you, Six." She shook her head and sighed. The air felt tense and she noticed that he was just staring at her for a minute. Anyone else would've been unnerved by this but she just sighed, she had known him long enough to know that this was just how he was. This went on for another minute and she opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.
"I will be gone for some time." He said stoically.
"You're always gone for some time." She retorted.
"... I mean longer than the usual time frame." He added. A deep silence seemed to bask over them as they stared at one another.
"How long?" She asked after a minute of silence.
"I do not know." He answered. He couldn't tell her that he was investigating something. That something was responding to his signal that he kept sending out. It wasn't UNSC or from Remnant, it was something else.
"Oh..." She murmured. He was usually gone for months at a time and would often visit whenever he could, but this time it seemed like he was serious. Well, he was always serious but he actually didn't know. Personally, that soured her mood a bit. As quiet as he was, he did provide her with somebody to vent to whenever she was feeling down. Never judged her for her hobbies, activities, or her attitude. He was a good friend of hers and to see him leave always brought her mood down.
"I will return as usual." He said.
"Yeah, I know you will. Just stay safe, okay?" She asked. He nodded at her then began to walk towards the door. She saw him look over his shoulder and nod at her once while she waved at him, watching as he exited shortly after. There were times when she wished he would at least stay a month or two, just helping out. It's not like the inn would care if he decided to settle down for a while. Deep down she knew, she knew that he was always on the move.
Nothing on Remnant could cage him. It's just how he was.
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DireProphet: Thank you.
KneegearFakeget: Thank you, mate.
Sm0keyPanda: Yeah, I'm trying to keep his character like how it is but expand upon it a little bit.
alertpoet91: Thank you.
Shifter2009: Thanks.
Janne Rolfe Jalandoni: I hope so too.
Redbarchetta28: Thank you.
Wrath of Vajra: That'd truly be a frightening thing.
UndeadLord22: Six does know about Aura, he just doesn't care about it. The topic of aura is considered a broken concept to him. He knows about these things but sees them as illogical and always considers the factors of people having them.
willumman: Thank you, I'll try to keep your attention.
Reader: Thanks, but I don't deserve that rating. It's too high. I'll settle for decent.
Daoist3lives: Thank you, and you're welcome.
Guest: That he is.
Gamermann22: He may or may not, it all depends.
Lord Demolitions: Meh, I was in the mood to write and managed to produce it.
PhoenixGuy: I'll see.
Malgrath: She adores him.
CheesusChrist15: I'll try to improve upon it.
dekuton: I'll take what you wrote into consideration, thank you for pointing out the flaws in a civilized and polite manner. I hope this chapter at least is of your liking somewhat.
InfernoKnightmare: Same, I'm glad we can.
spartan-140: Thank you, I'll try to keep your attention.
VGBlackwing: She might. Thanks for the review, I enjoy the ones you write sometimes.
darkromdemon: That would be a treat, wouldn't it. I'm glad I could keep your attention.
Gundam-Knight-Chris: I do most of the time.
Czechus: Yeah, he holds no room for error and is always sure to either maim his enemies or kill them. I also do want to flesh out Myne's character more as the story progresses. Thanks for that review.
semsas: I'll improve on it.
Guest: Here's another one at the two weeks mark. Well, this chapter takes about a few weeks before the canon so...
Guest: I do, I really do but I don't know what to name her.
scottusa1: Thanks for the review, laters.
negronomicon: Thank you.
the-lost-memories6: I wouldn't say it's a Six x Guild girl thing, because that's what I'm not trying to do. Though I'll let your imagination run wild. Kind of the reason I make these stories, just let the people who enjoy it let their thoughts run wild.
daggercloak000: I won't keep any promises. I'm trying not to shed too much of the story in the author's note.
Guest: Thank you, have a good day.
Blaze1992: The first volume will. It's set up different though, everything's pretty much still the same with the exception of the Dust store robbery.
sacke110: Thanks, also yes about the time skip. I figured a lot of you were just about ready for canon to hit and I've hit the pacing just right. I wanted to flesh out the backstory of Six's time on Remnant and how he became a legend. Anyways, thanks for reviewing.
shadowless15: I mean, it was okay. Don't really celebrate it anymore but who cares about that? My goal is to give you guys content, so here it is.
SalinorTheDrake: Thank you, I'll work harder to give you decent chapters.
Chase15T: Thought I'd try heading away from that trope. Mix things up a bit.
Thankfulclock50: It's somewhat similar, yes. Well, I hope this chapter answers your question if only a little bit. As for the fight scenes, I've been trying to improve upon them. Fight scenes were never my forte but I do try to be as descriptive as possible and as clear as possible. I don't really hold it against you if you don't follow them sometimes, it just means I need to improve a little. As for you being an author, I'd say just go for it. Starting off is always hard but it gets easier over time, plus I'm sure you'd be a wonderful author. Don't worry about leaving a long review, it's fine.
Dovahwolf13: Indeed I am.
Phantomdeath777: Appreciate it.
Malgrath: Well, there are plenty of people who are in their thirties and still in top shape, I think it's just how well you take care of your body.
OmegaDelta: He'll manage. As for the signal, I can't say anything. You'll just have to wait for the next chapter.
captaindickscratcher: That's a possibility for all those factors to be. Six has created quite the fearsome rumor of himself over the last twelve years.
The Baz: I would be to.
Mortarion The Death Lord: Alright, you do you. No harm in having a little imagination.
RandomDude122: I'll try to keep having you enjoy it. Since I'm going the older Six route for this story, Six is officially thirty-two years old right now. As for the power supply, I can't say anything.
Josephi: Indeed. The only reason I posted it that fast was because I literally had nothing to do.
Double1cat: Six is thirty-two years old by this time, and no, it won't affect the plot too much.
Malgrath: I'll look into that story.
DARK31D0US: I wouldn't say a warm manner, but more of a calm one. A little bit before the intros.
KnowingEzmend: Calm down, mate. I just have more on my plate now. None of my stories are going to be abandoned, especially not this one.
Atryx10: I don't know. Thanks. About that fish thing, I found that out after I posted it. Here's another chapter. Also, I don't mind you reviewing, just don't post five in a row. I don't care if you spread it out as time passes, but like I said, don't write five in a row. Things like that bug me. I don't mean to sound like an asshole but that's just how I am.
engineer2172: Affirmative.
Guest: I'll think of something. That topic is kind of iffy with me.
human dragon: Didn't mean to but it just sort of drifted to that. Also, here's another chapter.
isco657721: Like I said before, that topic is still iffy with me.
Ghostly: Negative, Six is completely alone on this one. He's the only UNSC member on Remnant.
Dased22: Affirmative.
Hyjaxx: I'll try to keep it that way.
Wow... that was a lot. Not that that's a bad thing but this took a while to write. So I'd like to say a few things before I end it off here. First, I apologize if this is not to your liking, I'm not perfect and will never be perfect. My stories are purely for entertainment and some people might enjoy it, some might not, but I'll still right. Second, thanks to every one of you who have stuck with me this long, it really means a lot to me. Third, you guys are special to me, as cheesy as that sounds, I truly do mean it. And finally, I have no idea what I'm going to name the guild girl.
I've thought about it for a while, I know some of you want me to keep calling her that but it's kind of getting repetitive to me sometimes. I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to flesh out her character. A certain reviewer brought this up, that if her role didn't hold any significance in the story then I'd keep her the same. I wholeheartedly agreed with them, that if her role didn't increase then she'd be still called the guild girl, but it did. I want to give her a name but I don't know what to call her.
Also, another note. Everyone, I really don't care if you guys review. It's no big deal if you do or don't, but please don't write several back to back. I don't know why but it bothers me sometimes when I see the same person write several in a row. That's really all I have to say for now. So, in my final parting message before I head off, have a good one. I mean it everyone. I'm sorry if this chapter is lacking in quality and it doesn't fit your expectations but be glad I'm still posting.
Anyways, take it easy everyone and have a good day. I will catch you all on the flip side. Goodbye, good people.