Author's Note: Setting clear expectations helps me stay ahead of my goals, so I've planned to write three chapters a week during my free time. I'll be posting one every Sunday. This schedule is subject to change if needed.

In this note, I'd like to address the chapter titles. Each chapter will be named after a song that aligns with its premise.

I understand some readers might question the power boost Obsidian receives in Earthland. While I'm personally unsure about the exact mechanics, it was necessary to balance the story. Placing RWBY characters against Fairy Tail villains or any character for that matter without this boost would make survival improbable. I will work on incorporating a narrative explanation for this buff. Think of it as needing a power-up to survive a battle, similar to how Natsu might need one facing a character of higher status like Vegeta or Broly.

This chapter will also encompass a slight time skip, just a few months.

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Techniques"

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CHAPTER 3: OMERTA PART 1

Obsidian locked eyes with the Master, their resolve unyielding. "You're delusional if you think I'll spill my life's tale just because I'm in your guild hall," he retorted, baffled by the man's insistence on prying into his identity and origins. "It's neither your business nor concern who I am, where I'm from, or why I'm here," he added with a touch of annoyance, finding the Dwarven Geriatric's audacity unsettling.

Makarov leaned forward, hands firm on his desk, recounting the chaos Obsidian had caused in their town and the alleged attack on his guild members. The accusations seemed exaggerated, but the Huntsman stayed composed, ready for any confrontation. "I dispatched a dangerous creature, rescued a civilian, and minimized collateral damage," he stated firmly, leaning in closer. "As for your 'children,' they initiated the aggression, and I defended myself. I made sure to incapacitate them without causing irreversible harm."

The clash of their foreheads mirrored the tension in the room. Makarov accused Obsidian of nearly killing the guild members, dismissing the distinction the Huntsman made. Laxus intervened, urging a pause in the confrontation, recognizing the unfamiliar situation Obsidian found himself in.

Laxus, wasn't often known for his keen insight and practical approach, but he maintained a composed demeanor. "Look, if you're not keen on the guild's assistance, that's your call, but it'd be wise to appease the old man," he advised, noting Makarov's exit to regain his composure. He respected the Huntsman's strength, garnered from their previous battle.

"None of us are looking to harm you," Laxus continued, emphasizing the guild's genuine intent to find a peaceful resolution. He acknowledged that Obsidian might not desire ongoing interaction with the guild, suggesting that he could leave after addressing the current situation. Still, he stressed the importance of maintaining a positive standing with Fairy Tail.

Walking towards the door, Laxus reinforced his message, offering a suggestion: "Think about it." He then handed over the satchel to Obsidian. "Go downstairs, grab a drink, and talk with the old man," he urged, aiming for a peaceful resolution and hoping for better understanding between the Huntsman and the guild.

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The dragon slayer's counsel seemed to fall on deaf ears, and as Obsidian descended the stairs, his path clear through the guild, he carried a stoic resolve. His aura had regained strength, and his wounds were healing, putting him nearly back to full power. As he advanced, Makarov and other guild members passed by in his peripheral vision. A confrontation seemed imminent.

However, Levy, the blue-haired girl, intercepted him, her determination overcoming her initial fear. She bravely demanded an apology, seeking closure from the chaos he had caused.

Despite his gruff exterior, a faint chuckle escaped Obsidian as he admired Levy's resilience, reminiscent of his own younger sister, Rose. He took a moment to compose himself, realizing the importance of this interaction. With a sigh, he ran his hand through his hair and extended it to Levy, offering a handshake.

"Alright, mate?" he asked, a touch of sincerity in his tone. Levy hesitated briefly before accepting the handshake, and Obsidian continued, "I apologize for harming you and your friend, lass."

Without dwelling on the words, he walked past her, acknowledging the need for closure and leaving the guild, contemplating his next steps in this unfamiliar realm.

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Erza Scarlet's disbelief was palpable as she glanced back at Makarov from the bar, her concern for the guild's integrity evident. "Master, you can't possibly allow that man to simply walk away after the havoc he wreaked. He must be held accountable for his actions," she urged, emphasizing the gravity of Obsidian's deeds.

Makarov sighed wearily, meeting Erza's impassioned plea with a tired gaze. "Erza, we cannot infringe on his freedom. Legally, he hasn't committed any wrongdoings," he explained, motioning around them. "However, I'm certain the Magic Council won't view this lightly if they learn of what transpired." He pondered, taking another sip from his mug, his eyes never leaving the departing figure. "Could this man have endured such hardships that he's lost all trust in others?"

Meanwhile, Obsidian pressed on, nearing the edge of Magnolia, still in disbelief at the guild's approach. He couldn't help but draw comparisons to individuals he'd encountered in his own life. Yet, he found their guild's ideology flawed. "A bunch of goofballs," he muttered, his skepticism firming his resolve as he continued on his chosen path.

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As the days became weeks, weeks became months. Obsidian never once stopped searching for signs of his father in this world. Three months had passed since his arrival, witnessing a dramatic surge in the effectiveness of his abilities against the dangers of this strange realm. Training became a priority, recognizing the need to acclimate himself to the drastic changes before employing these powers. A single misstep could bear severe consequences for his physical well-being. As he continued his journey into this world, he found himself in a desolate part where so-called Dark Guilds held sway. Spotting a distant building, he deemed it a temporary haven. As he grew closer he made out a sign 'Ogata's Tavern' in rather large purple letters. The environment had not been kind to the display as it showed signs of weathering and loss of its once vibrant color that made it stick out now almost blending into its backdrop. He took a moment to crane his neck up and take in the sign soon looking to the swinging doors of the tavern he pushed onward to his rest area.

Entering the bar, despite its weathered appearance, it was bustling with a suspicious crowd. Each individual exuded an air of uncertainty, reminiscent of the bandit tribes back in his homeland. Brushing aside these thoughts, he approached the bar and took a seat. The bartender soon attended to him, "You seem a bi' far from 'ome, ma'e, seekin adven'ure in 'his land?" The accent wasn't at all hard for the Vacuan to decipher although a rather broken form of English it wasn't hard to discern. However, he knew very well what game the man was playing with him, especially in a part of the world like this. Obsidian kept silent his gaze meeting the man's letting him know he'd have none of that. "Righ' 'hen a quie' bloke, wha''ll be lad?"

Obsidian perused the menu, opting for a particular dish and a bottle of Crocus Bourbon, a familiar indulgence. As he sat the menu down he haphazardly tossed more than enough jewel on the bar top for the meal and a decent tip for the bartender. As the night unfolded, a quarter of the bottle vanished, the alcohol providing solace to the demons within. He had only eaten half of the breast finding its quality sorely lacking and the taste leaving much to be desired. The potatoes were fine they didn't need much to be filling. He had a water off to the side he hadn't touched yet focusing solely on the depressant currently before him.

His gaze wandered to the bar, catching sight of a small hand trying to reach the food on his plate he continued to watch them try and fail to grab the food. Leaning back in his seat, a young girl, no older than seven, frail and neglected, was revealed. Shackles around her neck marked her as a victim of slavery. It sickened him to no end, as the girl noticed him she jumped out of fear of what this giant of a man would do to her.

Obsidian's ears twitched at the sound of the air being parted by some sort of blunt object. Instinctively, his hand intercepted the club, preventing the assault. The would-be attacker was no match for his strength. Slowly he turned to the source, a rather stubby man with a look of surprise and anger at the Huntsman having stopped his descent upon his target. "There'll be none of that, lad." He spoke evenly as he pushed firmly against the club knocking the assailant over without much effort. His eyes settled back onto the girl, looking back to his plate he grabbed the poultry and held it out for the girl who opened her eyes to the welcome sight. She grabbed the protein wretchedly and began to scarf it down like a wild animal at one point forgetting to chew and having trouble swallowing the food. Obsidian calmly brought the cup of water down placing it to her lips and tilting it for her to drink. Once again the girl took this item as well chugging the water down as if it were the nectar of the gods.

As she finished the water she released a sigh and desperately took in air having forgotten to breathe while she drank the beverage. "Alright mate?" He inquired with a chuckle at her anguished display of thirst. When she nodded he smiled lightly then reached down gently ruffling the hair of her head. This action elicited a smile in response, a small ray of light in a world growing darker with each passing day.

The young girl released a yelp as she was pulled by the very man who tried to harm her, rushing out of the bar to relieve himself from the embarrassment that the Huntsman had caused him in front of such a large crowd. As he watched the man stubby man leave the establishment he took that as his cue to leave. Standing from his seat he nodded to the bartender grabbing the neck of the bottle and placing it within his satchel before heading for the exit. As he left the bar he methodically surveyed the area for where that man had went soon seeing him a good distance away. He could hear the sound of the man beating the girl screaming that she bared the blame for his embarrassment. The Huntsman kept a neutral look as he exhaled through his nose. He began to descend upon the two making his way to them his movements showed no sign of quickening. The girl was strong for the hardships she had faced and Obsidian would reward her for this strength by freeing her from the hell she found herself in.

The man raised his fist well above his head only for his wrist to be intercepted by a grip which could be compared to that of a vice. A shadow due to the full moon's light casted over the two. As they looked to the source it was the same man who had dominated him in such a display of strength. He tried to free his wrist only to meet resistance that he could not overcome. The man was like a stone bolstered to the ground beneath their feet. As he continued to struggle Obsidian harshly twisted the man's wrist a nauseating crunch broke the silence and turned his grunts of struggle into a howl of pain. Bearing his teeth the short wizard's other fist shot up hitting Obsidian in his jaw. The Huntsman's head snapping to one side then back. The punch did not have the desired affect the wizard was hoping for as he reared his fist back once more Obsidian tore into the opening and struck the man's jaw with a closed fist the sound of his jaw breaking filled the air.

The girl looked on as her captor fell to the ground unconscious then her gaze settled upon her savior as he approached her. Her whole body tensed in fear of being harmed as well but opened her eyes as she felt his hands on her shackle. Looking down childishly at the shackle her eyes widened as the Huntsman pried the steel apart like it were made of paper. Obsidian walked to the girl's side and held his hand out for her to take, she soon obliged his offer and was pulled to her feet.

Obsidian released her hand and sighed as he knew what he needed to do looking to the west he began his trek back to Fairy Tail. As he didn't hear the girl following he turned back to her cocking his head to the side. "Come along, ya wee ankle biter." He called and turned away continuing down his path not looking back as he heard the pitter patter of the girl's feet hitting the dirt as she ran to catch up with her savior. It was a six day walk to the nearest train station, they had an extensive journey ahead of them.

As two days had passed Obsidian looked down to his side to see the girl was falling behind and having trouble keeping her eyes open. Without hesitation he scooped the child up in his arm, the action startled the young girl who stayed quiet up until then having released a soft yelp. She strenuously looked up at Obsidian from his arm as she rested against his chest. "Big brother?" She called surprising Obsidian as he looked down at her his carmine eyes displaying his shock at the moniker she bestowed upon him. "Are we gonna be there soon?" She inquired her eye lids growing heavy as she stared up at the Huntsman. "We'll be there soon, lass." He answered having gotten over his initial shock. The girl nodded her head, her head soon resting against his chest his heart beat lulling her into a much needed sleep. He released a low snort at the sight and continued on his journey.

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As they arrived at the train station, the girl remained asleep, nestled against Obsidian's chest. He carefully approached the front desk to purchase two tickets to Magnolia. When she awoke, the unfamiliar surroundings surprised her, and she worried that Obsidian had left her behind, her eyes welling up with tears. But as she felt his familiar presence, she quickly embraced him, affectionately calling him "Big brother."

Obsidian was taken aback by this sudden tenderness, a feeling he had missed since the days he shared with his younger brother back in his own world. Slowly, he embraced her, running his hand through her hair and rubbing her back to comfort her. He then asked for her name, and she confessed that she didn't have one. Observing her, he suggested the name "Mauve" with a chuckle.

The name lit up her face, and she joyfully repeated it, embracing her newfound identity. Overjoyed, she introduced herself to everyone in the train car, earning smiles and laughter from fellow passengers. When she flagged down a stewardess, she proudly announced her name, determined to make sure everyone knew she had one.

Observing her innocent excitement for something as simple as having a name, Obsidian couldn't help but smile, touched by her genuine joy.

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Obsidian strolled through Magnolia, Mauve by his side, the young girl on high alert, unused to being surrounded by so many people. As they neared Fairy Tail, he had information to share with the guild; he couldn't handle everything alone in this town. Pausing in front of the guild gates, he glanced at Mauve. "Let's go then, lass," he muttered reluctantly, displaying his disinterest in returning to this place. The girl noticed his distaste but followed him inside.

Upon entering, he could feel the weight of gazes on him, one set particularly piercing. Locking eyes with Makarov, he greeted the master with a distasteful tone. Laxus could only palm his face, exasperated with their ongoing antics.

Makarov scowled back at Obsidian. "Nice to see you again, ya old oaf," Obsidian retorted, disdain evident. Laxus intervened, trying to mediate their exchange.

An undeniable smirk played on Obsidian's lips as he acknowledged Laxus, holding a deep respect for the dragon slayer. "Good to see you're doing well, mate," he remarked warmly, seeing Laxus as a friend amidst the guild.

Makarov allowed Obsidian to have the last word but seemed somewhat relaxed. "I must admit I am surprised to see you here, my boy," he said, trying to keep the conversation civil.

Obsidian, still visibly annoyed, revealed the reason for his presence: a rescued slave named Mauve. The guild members softened their glares, taken aback by his act of kindness. Laxus complimented Obsidian's increased strength, acknowledging his growth. Makarov reflected on the situation, acknowledging Obsidian's compassionate act.

Despite the compliments, Obsidian kept his casual and snarky demeanor, refusing to be overly swayed by the guild's appreciation. Makarov made an offer, and after some banter, they settled on a mission involving Wendy. Obsidian, already eyeing the jewel, accepted the job, albeit with his signature sharp humor.

As they discussed the details, Obsidian couldn't resist a last jab at Makarov, showcasing their continued banter. The matter settled, Makarov used his magic to grow an extra foot, the lighthearted exchange ending with an amused grin from the master. With Wendy in tow, Obsidian walked away from the guild, his journey taking an unexpected turn.

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Obsidian and the dragon slayer continued their journey, heading towards Hargeon to investigate the ongoing thefts in the local marketplace. Without turning around to acknowledge Wendy, he questioned her abilities. "Can you fight?"

Wendy stumbled over her words, trying to find the right answer, but Carla, her Exceed, spoke up confidently. "You will find that she is more than capable of defending herself," Carla stated in a regal manner as she walked forward.

Unimpressed, Obsidian's gaze shifted between Carla and Wendy. He scoffed at the unexpected responsibility. "I'll take that as a no," he commented, then resumed walking toward the train station.

Stammering, Wendy insisted, "But I can! I've fought plenty of times."

"I guess we'll see in due time and with good judgment," Obsidian remarked as they arrived at the train station. The journey was about to unfold, and Wendy had an opportunity to prove her capabilities.

Ignoring the feline's snide remarks, Obsidian proceeded to purchase their boarding passes. Once on the train, he strategically chose a seat across from Wendy, affording him a clear view of the door, serving both as an entrance and an exit to the next car. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and remained silent, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the door.

However, Wendy posed a question, unexpected yet perceptive, that disrupted his quiet contemplation. She inquired about his experience with missions of this nature, and he found himself considering how to frame his response. He desired an answer that would satisfy her curiosity while keeping the details of his personal history veiled.

Sighing lightly, he carefully phrased his reply, "A few back in my homeland, aye." He chose to keep the specifics ambiguous, guarding the truth of his origins. "There was a bandit tribe that terrorized villages, taking food and enslaving women," he revealed with a stoic delivery, offering a glimpse into the harsh reality he had encountered.

Wendy's expression shifted, a shiver running down her spine at the horrific scenario he painted. She probed further, unaware of the emotional depths she was delving into. Obsidian's gaze turned cold as he recounted their actions, inadvertently slipping details that hinted at more individuals being involved in the task.

Obsidian's cold gaze fell onto the Dragon Slayer "we killed every single one of them." Carla and Wendy were left in stunned silence, struggling to reconcile the brutality described with their own moral code as Fairy Tail wizards. The exceed couldn't help but taunt Obsidian, while Wendy stood firm in her belief of preserving life. Yet, Obsidian, unapologetically, shared his hardened perspective, offering glimpses into the complexities and harsh realities of his past experiences.

Obsidian snorted at the notion, a wry smile playing on his lips. "So, striking a deal or aiming for an arrest?" he inquired, directing his question at the Fairy Tail members.

Wendy affirmed with a solemn nod, her voice unwavering. "Exactly. It's not within our rights to take a life. We lack that kind of authority," she stated, her conviction unwavering.

Impressed by the girl's conviction, Obsidian arched an approving brow. "Those who resort to law against their kind are either lacking wisdom or bravery," he pronounced sharply, offering her a glimpse of his homeland's ethos. Leaning in, his carmine eyes bore into the young wizard's, as he continued, "For a wounded man facing an assailant, it's a choice: 'If I survive, I'll end you. If I perish, I forgive you.' That's the code of honor."

"But you might have offered them a chance to change their ways, to find a different path," Wendy interjected, pulling Obsidian from his contemplation. "Shouldn't we try to guide those who have lost their way?"

Carla beamed at Wendy's insightful words. "Very well said, child," she commended, her heart swelling with pride for her companion's empathetic perspective.

"In this world, some are truly beyond redemption—individuals driven solely by self-preservation and a thirst for destruction," Obsidian began, leaning forward, his arms resting on his thighs. "You'll encounter men and women who've long shed their humanity, reduced to mere monsters inhabiting flesh and bone," he spoke from a wellspring of experience.

"And sometimes," he continued somberly, "one must descend to their level, ensuring their utter annihilation, even if it condemns them to an eternity of damnation." The weight of the words hung in the air, a somber reminder of the brutal realities he faced.

Leaning back into his seat, Obsidian shook his head in solemn reflection. "Those attempting to reason with such individuals are no less selfish than those who only seek to exploit the world," he expressed, his gaze piercing as he addressed Wendy. "They become consumed by proving their righteous intentions, blind to the looming coffin calling their name."

His words were devoid of disdain, delivered with a dry honesty. "In their blind pursuit, they leave behind a void—a child left waiting, forever wondering," he continued, exposing a vulnerability that spoke of personal experience. "Parents forced to bury their child, grappling with grief."

"It's a harsh reality," he stated matter-of-factly, "sometimes what's right isn't morally accepted, and your actions may face disdain. Not every decision aligns with the world's established laws meant to maintain order." Opening his eyes, he fixed them on Wendy's, conveying the gravity of his conviction. "In a world teeming with deception, betrayal, and malevolence, true order requires those unafraid to descend into the depths of hell to protect their fellow beings."

Ultimately, Obsidian underscored the necessity of confronting irredeemable evil head-on, even if it meant deviating from societal norms. He urged Wendy to grasp the somber truth of their world and the courage it took to face the darkness in order to protect the innocent.

Though they couldn't entirely align with Obsidian's perspective, the truth in his words struck a chord, echoing the harsh realities of their world. It was a reality they couldn't deny, yet they clung to a belief he seemed to have lost—hope.

"Do you not have faith that the world can improve?" Carla gently probed, seeking to understand more, while Wendy nodded in agreement, adding her unspoken concern to the conversation.

A condescending chuckle escaped Obsidian at their inquiry, a challenge glinting in his raised brow. "Faith," he remarked sharply, "is for those who think victory occurs by chance and peace magically appears out of thin air. Life doesn't exist without death, reconciliation without struggle, creation without destruction, or peace without war," he declared bluntly, his gaze softening as he admired Wendy's ability to perceive goodness in the world. "This world maintains a delicate balance, and you must acknowledge it to move forward," he concluded, acknowledging the intricate interplay of forces that shaped their reality.

Wendy, assigned an ulterior motive to glean insights about Obsidian for the Guild Master, recognized the wisdom he possessed. Yet, what baffled her was the origin of the coldness that seemed to envelop his heart. He remained guarded, never allowing others to truly know him. While he did respond to their questions, he masterfully kept any revealing details about his origins at bay.

All she could deduce, from his interactions and the physical evidence, was that Obsidian had endured a life steeped in conflict, saturated with despair, and lacking trust. It was a tale etched in scars and guarded secrets, leaving her yearning to unravel the enigma of the Huntsman.

The dichotomy in Obsidian's actions intrigued Wendy. Beneath the gruff exterior and guarded demeanor, there seemed to be a heart of gold, evident in his actions and willingness to help others. His concern for the girl's safety didn't align with his stoic facade, raising questions about what drove him.

"Why did you choose to come on this journey?" Wendy wondered aloud, her voice tinged with curiosity, pondering if Obsidian had inklings of a Fairy Tail wizard hidden beneath his layers of distrust. She considered how the experiences he had concealed might have shaped his outlook and actions.

Obsidian furrowed his brow at Wendy's inquiry. "I suppose 'I adore your guild' won't suffice?" he quipped, a wry twist to his lips. Wendy couldn't help but chuckle at his response. "I figured as much," he added, weariness evident in his tone.

He leaned back slightly, contemplating her question. "Look, kid," he began, "what kind of person would I be if I let you venture out on your own?" He shrugged lightly, a hint of vulnerability slipping through. "It's not right to allow you to step in front of danger without being willing to shield you from it." His words revealed a sense of responsibility and a protective nature that seemed to contradict his tough exterior.

Wendy's lips curled into a warm smile at Obsidian's admission, appreciating the genuine care he displayed. She regarded him kindly, "You truly are a good man, Obsidian. I hope you know that." Her genuine compliment was followed by a playful punch to his arm, reflecting the camaraderie that was beginning to form between them. "I knew there was a big softy under all that tough guy talk," she teased, lightening the moment with a touch of humor.

The formidable figure of Obsidian maintained his lazy gaze as Wendy playfully interacted with him. "I'm holding up, I suppose," he responded in his characteristic gruff tone. Her gentle punch prompted him to look at the spot she had touched on his arm. "Just don't spread that around; I've got a reputation to maintain," he quipped, a playful edge in his voice.

Raising an amused brow at her punch, he added, "You do realize I've taken lives before, right?" A playful jest that elicited a nervous laugh from Wendy, lightening the mood between them.

Carla's keen observation of the dynamics between Obsidian and Wendy piqued her curiosity, leading her to pose a personal question. "Obsidian, may I ask you something personal?" she inquired, intrigued by the brotherly manner in which he interacted with Wendy. The camaraderie between them seemed to go beyond mere comrades on a job.

Obsidian let out a slightly exasperated sigh at Carla's inquiry. "Seems like you wizards can't resist a good interrogation," he remarked, raising a brow in mock exasperation. He then turned his attention to the feline companion, offering a wry smirk. "I suppose so. I can almost hear my ancestors laughing at me right now," he added, acknowledging the curiosity that seemed to follow wherever he went.

Carla's curiosity delved deeper, seeking to understand the roots of Obsidian's behavior. "Do you have any siblings?" she asked, curious about the contrast between his friendliness towards the younger members and his seeming coldness towards the older ones. She wanted to uncover if there was a personal connection influencing his demeanor.

Affirming her curiosity, Obsidian nodded and shared, "Indeed, I have two younger sisters and a younger brother." He chuckled and gestured towards the dragon slayer, adding, "He's actually the same height as you." The mention of his younger siblings brought a warm smile to his face, reflecting the affection he held for them. It was evident that his protective and caring nature extended beyond this particular job.

Wendy smiled at the thought of Obsidian remembering his family, it seemed he carried them wherever he went.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note: I trust you've found enjoyment in this week's chapter. Prior to its release, I went through a substantial rewrite, ensuring that its content resonated accurately with the intended theme and message. Your continued support and feedback are invaluable in this ongoing journey.

I wanted this chapter and it's next part to delve into the intricate tapestry of Obsidian's code of honor, a deeply ingrained set of principles honed through the crucible of his upbringing in Vacuo. I was aiming to unravel the complexity and subtleties of discerning right from wrong, especially in the context of the law. I wanted to show Obsidian's philosophy clashing with what Wendy views as morally upright and challenge what is dictated by the legal system, prompting a profound exploration into the essence of justice and that law doesn't always mean morally right.

I aspired to paint a contrast between his upbringing In the unforgiving sands of Vacuo, a place where survival necessitates unspoken rules and a silent understanding of one's actions and the Fairy Tail's guild's philosophy . Painting how his world profoundly molded his worldview. How this "code of silence" within this harsh environment has significantly influenced his perception of trust, loyalty, and how one navigates life's challenges. Hopefully shedding light on the intricacies of his moral compass and giving insight into the multifaceted nature of ethical decision-making.

Be sure to check back next Sunday (10/15/23) for the next chapter in Obsidian's journey in Earthland and his search for his father.

Next Chapter: Omerta part 2