First fanfic I'm actually going to try and commit to writing. In short, Itachi wakes up in remnant after the Uchiha massacre, he doesnt know what happened or how we ended up there. Itachi is not going to be nerfed, he will still retain his chakra and abilities that came along with it, but I'm not going to highball him by using the absurd VsBattles power scaling and other nonsense where a single punch is somehow capable of shattering a mountain. This chapter is short because its somewhat of a prologue. Also if I do end up pursuing a romantic interest in the future it wont be a harem.
It was a clear night beneath the shattered moon of Remnant. Each fragment cast a silverly glow which painted delicate shadows onto the landscape and the sky was adorned with stars that shimmered eons away. Aside from the occasional howls of creatures, all that could be heard within the desolate forest was a cool breeze that rustled the leaves.
Yet at this late hour, quite an unusual sight could be seen. A sole crow was traversing the air in search of something. Its small head tilted from side to side, crimson eyes scanning the ground as it continued to glide along the air currents.
Not a single Grimm in sight. That's… odd. Qrow Branwen thought to himself. His mission had been far too quiet and out of the norm for him treat it lightly. Ozpin sent had him here to investigate reports of Grimm acting out of the norm and said reports certainly weren't lying.
Usually, he would have had to exterminate at least a dozen of those god forsaken creatures by now, yet he had not even spotted a single Boarbatusk roaming the wilds.
With an uneasy feeling welling in the pit his stomach, Qrow landed upon a branch and morphed into his human form. He pulled out his scroll and clicked his tongue at the signal strength being too weak to transmit any messages.
"Fantastic." He twisted open his favourite hip flask and took a quick swig of alcohol. "I guess I better get going…"
Just as Qrow was about to leave, the all too familiar roar of Grimm far off in the distance instantly snatched his attention. And it didn't just sound like it was one, judging by the sheer volume of the sound reverberating through the surrounding area. Stashing his flask away, he leapt from the branch and rushed towards the source of the sound in his crow form.
As Qrow zoomed past the trees, he came upon a small stampede of Grimm all charging towards one direction. This was highly abnormal for Grimm out in the wilds unless something, or someone, specifically attracted them.
But that's not possible. Who would be insane enough to come out here?
That answer would soon be answered as he beat the Grimm to their destination. Infront of him was a mysterious person sitting against a tree. He was wearing an all-black attire save for the steel grey flak vest and an exotic mask akin to a fox was covering his face. A sheathed blade was tightly grasped within his right hand.
How strong would the negative emotions of one person have to be to attract this many Grimm?
"Hey you over there! What the hell are you doing out here?" His called out, a tinge of irritation making its way into his words. He had some very strong words prepared if the person turned out to be a Huntsman.
Qrow received no response from the person who remained idle without a care in the world. He chalked it up to the person being unconscious and cautiously made his way towards the unknown individual.
"Hey wake up." As the Grimm were rapidly approaching, he opted for a more direct approach by roughly shaking the person until they were awake. "We don't have time for this… WAKE UP!"
As the mask covering the individuals face slipped off, a powerful force suddenly sent Qrow flying backwards. He slammed into a tree which produced an audible thump. Had he not shielded the blow with his Aura his ribs would have been shattered from the surprising force of the kick.
"Good to see you awake." He dusted himself off and got a good look at the persons face.
It was a young boy, approximately the same age as his younger niece although a fair bit taller. His eyes and hair were both a dark onyx and he wore a metallic headband with some sort of leaf symbol on it. The boy's expression was devoid of any semblance of emotion. It was the same type he had seen on Huntsman who'd been through hell and back; It was not the expression a child should have.
The boy spoke no words and immediately drew his blade and pointed it towards Qrow in a threatening manner. His eyes hardened like steel and looked ready to fight to the death at a moment's notice.
Noticing this, Qrow raised his arms and stepped back before glancing to the side. "Look kid I mean no harm. But the Grimm coming towards us will not be as kind to you as I am."
"Who are you?"
"The name's Qrow Branwen, I'm a huntsman. And you are?"
"Where am I?"
"Tch. We don't have time for this right now. They'll be here any minute now, we need to leave. I'll answer all your questions once we are somewhere safe."
"Who is this 'they' you're referring to?"
"Look, I'll tell you later. We need to go right now-"
Before Qrow could finish speaking, a Beowolf leapt from a bush from behind the boy and charged directly at him. Qrow's face went pale.
"Look out!" He yelled, reaching for his weapon. Dammit! I'm not going to reach him in time.
However, instead of being mauled by the creature, the boy simply leapt out of the way and brought his blade down in a clean slash which decapitated the Beowolf instantly. Qrow watched with his eyes widened at the skill the boy displayed. He took a moment to process what had occurred which led to them quickly being surrounded by Grimm of varying type.
Qrow, snapping out of his state of shock, sorely wished he could down a bottle of whiskey right about now. "Not bad, kid. Say, how about we deal with these creatures before we do anything else?"
The boy stared at Qrow for a moment, he seemed to closely scrutinise every inch of him before making up his mind. "Fine."