1 year after meeting Ozpin
POV - Whitley
"What's wrong kid," Felix asked.
"I don't know," I answered.
"Well think about it for a minute," he said.
"I'm gonna go for a walk," I said.
"Do you need company," he asked.
"No, I need to be alone for a bit," I answered.
"Alright kid," Felix said.
(Time Skip)
'What is wrong with me today'
I sliced through another beowulf.
'I can't think, I can barely train, and I feel like I'm about to pop'
"Fuck," I yelled as loud as I could.
"Are you alright young man," a voice said from behind me.
I spun on my heels and pointed one of my blades at him.
"Who are you, what are you doing here," I asked.
"My name is Simo Hähyä, I was just wondering around when I heard you training, you have a lot of potential," he answered.
"Thank you sir," I said.
"You seem troubled," he said.
"Is it that noticeable," I asked.
"Yes, yes it is," he answered.
"I'm sorry sir, I have no idea what's wrong with me right now, let me introduce myself, my name is Whitley," I said.
"Why is a Schnee all the way out here, and is he so worked up," he asked.
"I'm trying to vent off my frustrations in a good way," I answered.
"That only answers my first question," he said.
"I don't know what's wrong with me like I just said," I said.
"You seem mad at something specific, is it family or more like your father," he asked.
"Not right now it isn't," I answered.
"Does it have something to do with you," he asked.
"I think so yes," I answered.
"Are you mad with something personal or in your training," he asked.
"I think it's personal," I answered.
"Is it something you are doing or did," he asked.
"Doing," I answered.
"You should try to find a hobby," he said.
"A hobby," I asked.
"Yes a hobby," he answered.
"Like what," I asked.
"You seem to know a thing or two about weapons, you could learn how to shot a new gun," he answered.
"What type of weapon," I asked.
"A rifle is easy enough to learn," he answered.
"How would want to teach me how to use such a military like weapon," I asked.
"I wouldn't mind getting an aprentice to teach," he said.
"Sir why would you want to teach me," I asked, feeling my anxiety rise.
"Because it would be interesting," he answered.
"What," I asked.
"Just cause I'm old doesn't mean I don't like a good adventure," he answered.
"You'd consider training me an adventure," I asked.
"Anything that gets me out of the house is an adventure," he answered.
"Alright," I said.
(2 Week Time Skip)
The last two weeks had been interesting to say the least. I've come to learn that I'm not the first person to be called the White Death in Atlas, Simo, as it turns out, was once the best huntsman Atlas had to offer. He was given the nickname by both the people he worked with and the people he hunted. He is a master of camouflage to the point that I have a great degree of finding him when he's camouflaged. Well time has taken a toll on his appearance, he still has the energy and agility of someone half his age. On the topic of age, Simo is at the ripe old age of 72. He has a large segment of his bottom jaw covered by a metal plate, which to my understanding covers a large gaping hole caused by a stray enemy bullet. I'm sure that James knows him, because he seems to have some entertaining storys of James from when he was still in the military.
"Remember to breath," Simo said.
"Yup," I said, without taking my eyes off the dear.
The forest was filled with the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. It was a calming sound which I would love to enjoy, but I had to stay focused.
Bang!!!
The sound of my rifle filled the area as the formerly dead forest sprung to life as animals began running around trying to escape the sound. The dear dropped to the ground signaling a clean and deadly shot.
"Good shot," Simo said.
"Thank you," I said.
"Let's go collect it, you're carrying it," he said.
"I know," I said.
As we got closer I examined my shot. A clean shot straight through the brain.
"Remember how to carry it," he asked.
"It's only been a day," I said as I picked up the mighty deer and slung it over my shoulders.
'He acts like I am going to forget every time we do this'
"Do you ever think about joining the academy as a teacher," I asked.
"Once or twice I have, but I usually don't get along with the higher ups," he answered.
"You could just show them your medals and most would be at your boats or up your ass trying to kiss-up to you as best as possible," I said.
"You're not wrong," he said with a hearty laugh.
"I know I'm not," I said.
"Why do you ask," he asked.
"Because I'm just curious," I answered.
"Well as of late I have been getting more and more bored at home," he said.
"What no wife to nag at you," I asked.
"No, she's usually at work at the academy," he answered.
"So there is a Mrs. Hähyä," I said.
"Yes she was a great huntress before she suffered an injury to her eyes, stripping her of her sight," he said.
"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.
"Oh no she got prosthetics so she can see still but the shock took that huntress fire out of her," he said.
"Oh that's good," I said.
"Indeed," he said.
"What does she do," I asked.
"Organizes teams," he answered.
"Interesting," I said.
"More like boring," he said.
"Was trying to be nice," I said.
"Don't, she and I both agree that it's a massive waste of her talent," he said.
"I see," I said.
Silence fell over us as we continued to walk back towards Simo's small camp in the woods.
(Time Skip)
"So how much should one of these rifles cost me," I asked.
"A good one can really range in price," he answered.
"How much are we talking here," I asked.
"A really good one can cost you anywhere between one and three thousand lien," he answered.
"That feels cheap," I said.
"To you, most things are probably cheap," he said.
"Good point," I said.
"I know, that's why I said it," he said.
'Oum the sarcasm this man has in him is astonishing'
"So what would you suggest when buying one or making one," I asked.
"Well that's a good question," he said.
(TIme Skip brought to you in part by the many time skips in this chapter)
"You want me to make you a what," (name) asked.
"I would like you to help me make a sniper rifle," I answered.
"What in Oum's green Remnant would you need a sniper rifle for," he asked.
"I cannot summon a rifle in public or people would recognize me as The White Death," I answered.
"Fine, but it's gonna cost you a pretty penny," he said.
"As I expected," I said.
"I'm gonna need a new chunk of metal from a more dangerous part of the cavern," he said.
"Fine by me," I said.
(2 Week Time Skip brought to you in part by the authors limited knowledge about the inner workings of firearms)
"Where have you been going recently," Jacques asked.
"I have been receiving training from a legendary huntsman," I answered.
"Does this huntsman have a name," Jacques asked.
"Simo Hähyä," I answered.
"And what exactly is he teaching you," he asked.
"How to use a rifle," I answered.
"One of those pieces of junk, those regular cannon fodder James calls soldiers," he asked, disgust clear in his voice.
"No, sniper rifle," I corrected.
"That doesn't seem to match your weapon at all," he said.
"I am aware," I said.
"Then why choose it," he asked.
"Because I was offered training from the best sniper wielding huntsman of all time," I answered.
"And who is this huntsman," he asked.
"Simo Hähyä," I answered.
"Interesting," he said.
'The fuck is that supposed to mean'
"Is there any chance I could meet this man," he asked.
'Not likely'
"He's not a very social person," I answered.
"How unfortunate," he said.
'More like how fortunate cause he would be kicking your ass at every waking minute'
"When do you leave next," he asked.
"Later tonight," I answered.
"Give me a moment," he said, before sitting down and pulling out a pen and paper.
'What the fuck are you doing'
"I would like you to give him this letter when you see him," he said as he continued writing.
'He's probably going to burn it'
"So why did you pick up training," he asked.
'Dear Oum is he trying to get to know me'
"Because having a form of ranged weapon or firearm is almost necessary to keep up with my fellow huntsmen," I answered.
"Not a bad reason," he said without looking up form his writing.
'Are you writing him a fucking essay'
He finished writing, pulled out a check, wrote down a number, folded up the letter, and put the two in an envelope before handing it to me.
"Please give this to him as a token of our appreciation," he said.
'Do you think I haven't tried giving him money before'
"Of course Father," I said before turning and leaving his office.
'He's not gonna take it but own well'
(Time Skip brought to you in part by the author taking to writing in internet cafes)
"So how's training with your oversized meat clevers going," Simo asked.
"It's going quite well thank you," I answered ignoring what he called my blades.
"Y'know I have to give credit where it's do, you have thick skin for a highclass Atlas citizen," he said.
"Thank you," I said.
"I was just making a comment," he said.
"And I'm taking your comment as a complement," I said.
"Cheeky little shit," he said.
"I'm well aware of what I am," I said as I squeezed the trigger.
Looking down the range I watched the bottle I had been aiming at explode.
"Hit," he said.
"I think I'm finally starting to get the hang of this," I said.
"It would appear that way yes," he said.
"But I still need to get the hang of hitting moving targets at a distance," I said.
"That would be correct," he said.
"Why do I have to hit human sized targets," I asked.
"If you can hit a small moving target at a distance, you can damn near hit anything," he answered.
"I guess that makes sense," I said.
(Time Skip brought to you in part by the author not knowing if he should do his homework or not)
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a fast learner," Simo asked.
"Yes, quite a few people actually," I answered.
"Doesn't surprise me," he said.
"Why do you ask," I asked.
"Because you're learning twice, if not three times, as fast as anyone else I've seen," he answered.
"Maybe I'm just a natural," I said.
"Maybe," he said.
I took aim once more trying to find the last target he had set up.
"I've been meaning to ask, where did you get your rifle made," he asked.
"Same place where I got my blades made," I answered.
"Ah yes, a very informative and vague answer," he said.
"Of course," I said.
"That's not helping," he said.
"So what's next on the agenda," I asked, as I squeezed the trigger once more.
"This is it," he answered.
"What do you mean," I asked.
"I mean all you have left us protecting your aim," he answered.
"Oh, that makes sense," I said.
"Of course it does," he said.