Opening File: P.O.I.N.T.
Originally a single team with special funding from the government, Powerful Operatives Investigating and Neutralizing Trouble better known as P.O.I.N.T. has risen over the years in size and reputation. The team is feared by criminals and villains, seen as a great threat to them. Though academies like Nevernest, Yamanouchi, Jade, Outer Haven, Skyfall and Lucha are considered the top six an unofficial seventh academy, P.O.I.N.T. Prep was eventually created during the decade of the original P.O.I.N.T. team's time and has grown into an organization dedicated to the training of future Huntsmen like the other academies. Like the Jade Academy the location of P.O.I.N.T. Prep is unknown to the majority of the public, not because of it being a state level secret but because the island on which it stands on is rumored to have a highly unusual concentration of Gravity Dust that allows it to hover in the sky at a very high altitude and possibly possess some form of engine that allows it to be constantly on the move.
Students with a high degree of training are usually chosen and tested before gaining admittance. New students have to face a challenge at their first day, which is defeating one of three tests of the teachers of the academy's disciplines: strength, wisdom and charisma. The student is then assigned to the discipline that of the teacher defeated, sharing a hall and rooms with other students of said discipline. All students seem to attend classes together, independently of discipline or year.
The leader of organization is named Foxtail, a female fox Faunus who was the leader of the original P.O.I.N.T. team and who currently serves as the Teacher of Strength at the academy followed by Dr. Greyman who is the Teacher of Wisdom and Sunshine the Teacher of Charisma with Chip Damage originally acting as the Dean but there have been rumors of a new dean taking his place recently. It is suggested that the organization was a special project started by political opponents of Phil Ken Sebben when he and his allies helped shape the current Huntsmen system and has been competing with academies like Nevernest and Yamanouchi. There have also been claims of P.O.I.N.T. taking extreme steps for glory and popularity.
All attempts to discover if this is true or not have failed and with the location of P.O.I.N.T. Prep remaining a secret it is impossible to discover if these rumors are true or false.
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"The difference between honor and glory is hard to see at times. One's personal honor is determined by the reasoning of one's self and the other is determined by the reaction of the many surrounding the one. There many kinds of heroes but two stand out the most: the hero who fights to protect others with no intention for personal gain and the hero who enjoys being adored by the people they save." TOM lectured, closing the P.O.I.N.T. file. "Those that seek glory and fame will often do anything to get it, including lie, cheat and maybe even steal. It really forces us to understand that there is more to the eternal struggle between good and evil. Heroes and villains can actually exists on both sides and sometimes evil can control them both."
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"Recording Log 189: We have just finished repairing the lab and the portal machine and am now continuing the experiment. The ability to look across the multi-verse, seeing the many dimensions and universes out there is perhaps one of the greatest scientific breakthrough in any universe but perhaps the greatest is the ability to bring residents of great power here for study. My first attempt, I admit failed with two beings from a dimension made of pure data with one disappearing and the other despite originally programmed by me failing later.
"The second attempt failed when an unknown variable damaged the machine and the lab, allowing the test subjects to escape. The scanners have been repaired and upgraded so hopefully this incident will be avoided. What I hope to gain from this next test is finding subjects hopefully strong enough to fight and possibly eliminate beings as powerful as the Fallen. In my time observing them I have seen them demonstrate many powerful abilities such as: control of the Grimm, manipulation of the Grimm essence inside them, feats of magic such as elemental manipulation, enhanced life span, high speed regeneration and those are the tip of the iceberg.
"In his battle with the second batch of subjects the Fallen Sammael demonstrated the ability, possibly Grimm ability or even his own Semblance to create dark veins along the ground that spread out, infecting one of the subjects and easily absorbed their power. It is likely he gained more power as a result and this ability doubled as defense ability, able to manifest shields around the caster against any offense. Due to these discoveries I not only need to find beings of great power but discover any advanced technology that can aid me. My nanite virus is still in the prototype stage and it will only work on ordinary organics but not against creatures like the Fallen.
"Therefore my plan is to continue finding new subjects, under the claim that I am gathering more warriors to aid Sammael in his plans and my plan to establish a new Pack to return to my own dimension and exact my revenge. Given the nature and abilities of the escaped subjects I must consider the possibility that they will become a threat to me in the future and thus I plan to find new subjects to serve as a counter to them. The dimensions with the highest chance of finding such subjects are none other than their home dimensions: Dimension C-002 and Dimension N-004." Van Kleiss finally ended his log, deactivating the recording and continued his work, looking through the multi-verse.
Progress was slow admittedly but he had already found several candidates to aid him in both knowledge and against his enemies.
"The next subjects might prove troublesome. I want to ensure security is heightened before we grab the next batch." Van Kleiss ordered his underlings, Beowulf and Skalamander. "I will not have a disaster like last time."
"Yes sir." They both nodded and worked to carry out his orders.
Van Kleiss looked back at the portal, seeing his potential subjects. "This time, no surprises."
Little did he know something or rather someone was watching him.
Even though his laboratory complex had state of the art security and he'd had have known someone was in his lab.
But technically they weren't in his lab.
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"You really do surprise us at times, sir. So where exactly is this Seer and how can it be recording everything Van Kleiss is doing practically in front of him without anyone noticing?"
Sammael smirked at Gentle-Jim's question. "One of many benefits I have found and mastered over the years. As you know, the Grimm are capable of many things, having extraordinary abilities despite being labeled as beasts. Some can evolve to gain abilities no one considered possible, like possessing the power to travel in and out of space and time. Only one kind of Grimm ever manifested this ability and is extremely rare."
"Outside of space and time?" Jim raised an eyebrow, seated at the dark table before Sammael's throne.
"Indeed. And if a Grimm can do it then a Fallen certainly can. Right now the Seer watching Van Kleiss is recording from a dimension literally existing outside of space and time where it cannot be seen or heard but it can see and hear everything happening in the lab. Due to the dark environment in that dimension I have taken to calling it…The Shadow Zone." Sammael explained as he dismissed the Seer. "Van Kleiss may have seen some of abilities both Fallen and Grimm but he has not seen all of them. Thus I can keep track of all his movements and it seems so far he has no idea that he is literally giving away all of his plans."
"Begging your pardon, sir but it sounds like this ability would allow you to spy on all of your enemies. Would that not suggest…" Gentle-Jim began.
"That I could easily send an army through the Shadow-Zone to slay all of my enemies?" Sammael finished. "It would be a great victory but unfortunately beings like the Grandmaster of Jade Academy, Spiral-Wielders like Phil Ken Sebben and possibly even the Elementals have a unique sense, able to perceive danger even if they are in the Shadow Zone. There is also the matter that once inside the Shadow Zone you cannot physically interact with the environment of the real world until they have been personally returned and since only one rare type of Grimm and Fallen can use this ability once it is properly mastered transporting one Grimm, let alone an entire army in and out would take far too long and use up too many resources. At best I can use it as a perfect method of gathering information on all my enemies."
"I see." Gentle-Jim nodded. "At the very least we can predict Van Kleiss' movements and I have left an appropriate trail leading back to him."
"And with the battle in Nowhere involving Scotty Blake and the Dragon of Denver it's only a matter of time before Sebben sends another group consisting more experience Huntsmen to track down Van Kleiss. Even if he pulls another group of subjects out and uses this virus of his on them the arrival of the Huntsmen will force him to abandon his lab and take everything he can with him…" Sammael grinned. "And thus be forced to continue to rely on us to continue his work if he ever wishes for a chance to succeed."
"You do keep him on a very short leash, sir. But how do you know he won't simply try to betray you and give away everything he knows?" Gentle-Jim asked.
"He knows that without me he'll never be able to return to his home dimension or continue his work. Sebben would never allow him to continue and would sooner have him locked up. Van Kleiss is not one to tolerate being locked up and losing all form of control. He'd try and dangle whatever information he has in front of them in exchange for being kept free or at least finding a way to keep himself useful." Sammael replied. "Van Kleiss keeps all of his cards close and waits to play them at the proper moment. He wants power above all things and he'll do anything to get it. That's where he becomes predictable. He won't submit to anyone and he knows that I will not allow him to be captured by Sebben."
"Ah, so he will be expecting you to continue protecting him." Gentle-Jim nodded in understanding.
"And he is right…As long as he plays by my rules." Sammael looked thoughtful now. "Speaking of his escaped subjects…Jujunga has been following up on a lead of the missing one."
"That quick? I knew he was the best tracker out of all us but I never imagined it would be so soon." Gentle Jim admitted with surprise.
"He never backs out of a challenge." Sammael's smirk returned. "The one he is tracking happens to be the most powerful of the subjects and whose power I drained in the lab. It's similar in nature to the very primordial force that spawned the Grimm and later created the Fallen. Though at the same time she can use a purified version of it, complete opposite of the power of the Pit of Hate and is most dangerous to Grimm and Fallen."
Sammael held out a hand and a second later black energy covered it and Gentle-Jim watched as the empty chairs surrounding the table became engulfed with the same energy and were lifted into the air. "The girl's power relies on projecting a piece of her soul to latch onto objects as a form of telekinesis. Once dispelled the pieces return to her." Sammael lowered his hand and the chairs hovered back down to the floor. "It is possible she can project the entirety of her soul, use it as a form of offense or perhaps various other methods, such as projecting a call for help to her home dimension."
"Such a power is possible?" Gentle-Jim inquired.
"I have seen many things in my life, James. It is indeed possible and there have been Semblances close enough to resemble her powers. That is why her capture remains the highest priority above all the others. If she manages to contact her home dimension more attention will be drawn to us than necessary." Sammael placed his hands together. "Fortunately with her powers drained she will be much easier to detain."
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"Azarath Metrion Zinthos."
The surrounding tomato cans became engulfed with dark energy and lifted up into the air around her. She was making progress in recovering, slow progress but it was better than nothing. Her powers were still weak but they were returning to her and that was the first step. Once her powers were fully returned she would consider her next move. With her current location being in a completely different universe she'd have to consider the fact she was on her own.
At best she could use her powers once restored to contact the other Titans through the use of her soul-self and let them know where she was and what had happened. They had likely noticed her missing by now and were searching through Titans Tower and looking all around Jump City for her. She had to get in contact with them as fast as possible.
Especially before Beast Boy decided to go sniffing around her room, trying to find a trail to follow which technically wasn't wrong of him to try to do but she had a policy of sending anyone who goes into her room without her permission to another dimension to uphold.
Once her friends knew she was safe she could start working on finding a way to get back to her universe. Her first thought would be to retrace her steps back to the lab she had ended up in when she had been abducted and hopefully whatever mechanism used to bring her here could bring her back. She'd have to wait to regain full use of her powers of course and then retrace her steps. She wasn't sure about fighting the red eyed man again if he was there but the lab was the best possible chance she had of getting back home.
She floated back down to the ground, landing perfectly on her feet with her cloak covering them. She had gained her clothes back once they had been properly washed by Muriel which the empath was grateful for. The elderly woman had been completely kind to her since she had awakened in the woman's home.
"Ah, getting a morning stretch I see."
Speaking of…
Standing by the barn doors was a man dressed rather…minimally by modern standards. Dark skin marked by red and white, eyes with pink sclera and a long wooden didgeridoo hung on his back, slid into a leather sheath.
"I know that Muriel and Eustace almost never expect visitors outside of the mailman and the milk boy." Raven said. "And whenever an irregular visitor is expected they've made sure to inform me in advance. They make a point of not surprising me. So that tells me you're trespassing…well that and a few other things."
She could feel a nervous anticipation in the man, even if he was good at hiding or controlling his emotions. He had stepped into the barn house knowing exactly what to expect and had done so regardless…which gave Raven cause to be concerned. The criminals of this world were not like the villains she was used to fighting, each possessing an Aura and Semblance which could make them a thousand times as dangerous. For anyone to unlock and refine their Aura to the point of it being any use in combat required prolonged training, the likes of which would be considered elite back in her universe…on par with Robin's training regimen at the very least.
"Astute deduction." The man nodded, making no aggressive moves as of yet. "I was told that you possess unique abilities, but something tells me that observation was simply the product of a sharp mind. Good. Anyone can rely on Aura, Semblance or any other form of preternatural abilities. A keen mind is undervalued these days."
"What do you want?" Raven saw no point in drawing out the conversation any further.
"You are smart enough to know that already, child." The man's stance changed in ways that would have been missed by the untrained eye. A slight loosening of the muscles, slouch in the shoulders, slow flexing of the fingers and toes…
"You're right." Raven's magic flared around her, lifting up several nearby loose boards and levitating them around her in a rotation. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!"
All eight of the boards shot towards the intruder, who took off with the speed of a charging leopard, moving on all fours at first and leaping over the first of the improvised projectiles, his slender body twisting between the second and third in midflight before he landed on one foot and swept out his other leg. His bare ankle made contact with the fourth board and sent it flying off course, snapping in half as it struck a nearby pillar. The rest of Raven's barrage was similarly evaded or redirected with ease.
"Impressive." The man nodded, coming to a stop ten feet away from her in a crouched stance with his legs spread to either side and one hand pressed to the ground beneath him, the other reaching around behind to the pouch carrying his long didgeridoo. "But not enough."
The didgeridoo shot free of its vessel and Raven was forced to fly back as quickly as she could in her present state to avoid a strike to the head. Her opponent kept after her, matching her speed and never slowing as his musical instrument, utilized much like a staff, sang through the air mere inches from contact.
It took her seven or eight near hits to realize he was herding her. Her back hit the wall of the barn and she only narrowly created a portal to drop through-
Too slow.
The tip of the didgeridoo slammed home, striking her in the chest and knocking her back through the opening. She was flung out the other side and hit the dirt out in front of the farm house.
Raven had enough time to catch her breath and regain her footing before her attacker appeared on the roof of the barn, smashing through the wooden planks and landing on the edge of the structure. "Too slow!" He called after her before kicking off again and sailing through the air.
Raven held out one hand and caught him in mid leap, stopping him twenty feet away. "Too obvious." She retorted, slamming him down into the ground once before her hold dissipated. "I have questions, and if you know what's good for you then you'll-"
Before she could finish the man had twisted his body around, spinning as he leapt up to his feet and brought his didgeridoo up to his lips. A long musical note split the air…followed by an earth shattering concussive blast which caught Raven and flung her through the air.
She stopped herself short of crashing into the front door. "Wind Dust in the flute." She deadpanned. "Not a bad trick."
"That was not the trick, child." The intruder lowered his didgeridoo with a satisfied smile. "Merely a distraction to cover my true attack."
It became immediately apparent that he wasn't bluffing.
Raven raised one hand with the intention of blasting him away, but found that her limb felt heavy. Her entire body felt like it was made of lead. She lost concentration and dropped to the porch with a groan, losing the feeling in everything below her neck.
"What…did you-"
"Merely a paralytic." He assured her, approaching at a leisurely strut. "You know the benefits of possessing a Semblance, yes? Jujunga's Semblance is the ability to create and deploy any form of toxin that I wish…and inject it into anything I touch, including the air particles I exhaled through my flute, carried by the winds to wash over you and render you helpless."
Raven struggled to as much as lift her head up to glare at him. "I won't…go…back." She said through clenched teeth.
"I'm afraid, child," Jujunga slid his didgeridoo back into its sling. "That you-"
He was cut off when the front door swung open and an ear splitting cry split the air. Raven cringed and shut her eyes, feeling the boards vibrate beneath her. When she finally opened them again Jujunga was no longer standing over her, but instead there was a familiar pink canine.
"Courage!" She gasped, and received an assuring smile as the Bagge family's loyal canine stepped around her, positioning himself between her and Jujunga, who had been flung back a good fifty feet by Courage's scream.
"Loyal friend of man." Jujunga coughed up some sand as he climbed to his feet. "Your dedication is admirable, but futile."
Courage got down onto all fours and growled. Raven could feel his building fear, offset only by his anger. This dog worked tirelessly to keep his adoptive family safe from all manner of creatures easily more terrifying than the Grimm, and especially more intimidating than Jujunga.
He didn't appreciate unwelcome visitors on the best of days.
He had the capacity to be ferocious towards them on the worst of them, scared or not.
He took a deep breath and let out another sonic blast at Jujunga who dodged and rushed at them, leaping up and aimed a kick down at the dog. Courage rolled out of the way and Jujunga foot slammed into the front porch, shattering it on impact. Raven closed her eyes to avoid any splinters getting in them and opened them again to see Courage circling Jujunga who remained calm, focusing his attention on the dog instead of her.
She was still unable to move anything but her head but if she focused hard enough…
"We don't want any!" A crank voice shouted.
Jujunga glanced back and ducked as something sailed over his head. Eustace stood next to Courage, having attempted to slash Jujunga with his tomahawk but the rogue had easily dodged. "A farmer and his dog. I will give you one chance to back down."
"Here's my answer." Eustace snapped, his tomahawks morphing into pistols as he took aim and fired.
Jujunga took off, running to avoid the incoming bullets and another sonic blast from Courage. In the midst of all the fighting Muriel came out and knelt down next to Raven. "Are you all right?"
"I can't move…" Raven grunted, trying to regain some form of mobility. "It was his Semblance."
Jujanga spun his didgeridoo in one hand, using it to deflect oncoming bullets from Eustace while dodging another sonic blast from Courage. He finally jumped and landed on front of them, kicking up dust to disorient Courage and used his instrument to block Eustace's tomahawks as he swung them. The retired Huntsman grunted as he tried slashing at the trespasser a few more times but Jujunga easily blocked every hit.
"You are a former Huntsman, are you not? No matter the age that skill will not simply fade away." Jujunga said as he shoved Eustace back. "And you keep your weapons in working condition."
"Yeah, once a Huntsmen always a Huntsmen." Eustace smirked. "And the same goes for Huntresses."
Jujunga narrowed his eyes and spun around, seeing Muriel at the front porch with a long rifle in her hands, aimed directly at him. She pulled the trigger and a shell shot directly at Jujunga who bent to the side and dodged as it flew past him…
And straight at Courage!
The dog opened his mouth and released another sonic scream that sent the shell directly back to the exact spot Jujanga was moving towards and exploded on impact. Jujunga however pulled out his didgeridoo and aimed it forward; playing a note and a sudden air blast propelled him out of the way of the incoming shell. Jujunga somersaulted through the air, landing perfectly on the ground and was on the move again, dodging more shells as Eustace and Muriel aimed and fired at him. Deciding it was time to end it all Jujunga placed two more Dust crystals in his weapon as jumped and spun his body, playing a note…
And from the tip of the didgeridoo came a massive fireball that shot straight towards Eustace. The farmer jumped and ducked as the fireball sailed over him and scorched the earth behind him. Jujunga then spun his weapon, blocking incoming shells from Muriel as he approached the house again. Raven grunted, seeing that the Bagges were not going to keep Jujunga back for much longer.
Though she was immobilized she could still fight. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!"
Jujunga grunted as dark magic covered him from head to toe, immobilizing him like he had done to Raven.
"Send him back to momma, Muriel!" Eustace shouted.
Muriel was all too happy to oblige as she loaded her rifle with another shell and fired just as Courage used another sonic blast, hit Jujunga directly this time. His pink Aura shielded him from being hurt but the blast of the Wind Dust in the shell, combined with Courage's attack sent the rogue flying off his feet and through the air, landing several yards away from the Bagge home.
Jujunga was seemingly unhurt as he stood up…and vanished into the dust cloud.
The Bagges remained tense for a few moments before deciding it was over, deciding that Jujunga had enough for one day.
Muriel lowered her rifle and knelt back down next to Raven. "Oh dear. We better get you back inside. Eustace, help me and call the police."
Raven groaned a bit as Muriel picked her up and brought her into the house. "Thank you…"
"Think nothing of it, dearie." Muriel replied as she placed the young girl on the couch. "That man's Semblance should wear off in a bit. But for now I think we'll have to limit any outdoor activities until we are sure he won't be coming back."
Raven agreed since she was still in the process of regaining her powers and now she had to wait for the paralyses to wear off. It irked her to be left feeling this vulnerable but was forced to admit she had underestimated Jujunga's cunning when she fought him. He had intentionally let her think she had him down and then sprung his trap. If it wasn't for the timely interference of the Bagges she would more than likely be back in that lab as a captive…
And more likely a science experiment.
She knew he was dangerous and she knew that the people of this world had special powers but she hadn't counted on him turning the tables on her so quickly. She couldn't afford to make that same mistake again if she ever encountered him again and given her like she more than likely would. It wasn't a coincidence he found her and she instantly knew that someone was after her. The chances were more than likely he worked for that red-eyed man Raven had fought.
She had a target on her back and anyone near her was bound to be caught in the crossfire.
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"I will be hiring a sidekick to help me battle the forces of evil. So if you have spunk, tenacity and the good old American spirit then you too can be my sidekick. I will be at the Independence Mall this weekend to personally pick the youngster who will battle at my side for justice. Salutations, America!"
"So Major Glory is holding auditions for his new…'sidekick'. This is perfect." The screen was switched off. "If his successor is someone from our Prep we will have a student that will one day have the powers of Major Glory bestowed upon them."
The person speaking turned around, stepping into the light. She was a tall and muscular woman, with dark brown skin and orange hair that's white on the tip, and whitening out on the bottom, and had an orange fox tail to match. She wore a pair of small golden earrings, a blue military uniform, full of medals, with an orange shirt underneath, and a black tie, ending with white shorts and boots with three orange laces.
"This is our chance." She looked around the table.
"Yes, indeed. We have a number of students, each of them showing promise. Major Glory would be a fool to overlook them." Another person sitting at the table agreed.
He looked like a typical alien with grey skin, and large dark eyes, along with dark purple eyelids. He had a slim build and no hair. Although his body was mostly naked, he wore a dark blue fedora hat, with a purple scarf, a long white beard, long light blue socks and blue shoes.
"I concur. A chance to finally upstage that man what I have spent a long time waiting for." The final speaker at the table nodded.
He was very muscular, and has two metal arms. He had a yellow cape, blue bodysuit with a belt with his initials on it, and two boots possibly made of the same material as his arms.
"And best of all, there can be no investigation into us by Sebben or anyone else since flag boy said anyone is welcome to attend."
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"You have got to be kidding."
"I assure you this is no joke."
"Tina could be helping find this base in Nowhere when I get back and instead you want her to act as some low paid body guard at some kid convention for Glory boy?" Joseph Matthews could not believe what he was hearing over his private comm. channel with Phil Ken Sebben. "And why the Gob is Glory even doing this? He doesn't need some kid hanging around him as he swoops and takes down bad guys while looking pretty for the cameras."
"There is more to this than a simple sidekick, Joseph. I need people like Tina covering this to ensure nothing horrible goes wrong."
"So ask Glory's friends to do it." Joseph replied, wishing he could give the impression of his best glare at Sebben's image on his visor screen. "Let them have their fun and let Tina do some real work."
"I must say, Joseph your reaction is much harsher than I had thought. Just where is this enmity with Major Glory coming from? As far as I know the two of you have never crossed paths, even during the few times you visited GrimmFall and Major Glory has had nothing but praise for you when he has heard of your efforts."
Joseph shifted a bit as he worked on all his equipment in the home made repair shop he had turned the room he had been given into. "He just rubs me the wrong way. I know he's strong, perhaps a lot stronger than even me but his arrogance and theatrics just makes him so annoying I can't stand it. Him and his friends make the work of Huntsmen seem like watching a kid's favorite hero cartoon."
"Regardless of whatever flaws he has he has never mistreated anyone harshly outside of criminals and villains and that applies to Humans, Mobians and Faunus and what rumors of him being the type of man who goes for his own secret stash of woman partners are just that: rumors so you don't have worry that much about Tina. He even treats his teammates as family instead of simply teammates. As for why he is doing this he is not simply looking for a new sidekick or someone to be his patsy in the news, he is looking for a successor."
Joseph stopped examining his beam saber. "A successor?"
"You wouldn't know this because you distanced yourself from anything concerning him but the source of Major Glory's power is not the result of technology, Dust or Aura. It is the result of a spirit created by a ritual performed by the founding fathers in an attempt to create a warrior powerful enough to protect all of America."
"A spirit?" Joseph tilted his head a bit. "Spirits can be bound to people?"
"In a way, yes. It binds themselves to souls of its host, giving them great powers. Major Glory is the latest host after his uncle trained him and passed the spirit down to him. It's a great responsibility but there comes a time when the host can no longer hold the spirit and it must be passed to a successor." Sebben explained. "Since his rise to fame Major Glory has worked to become a symbol of peace and justice, trying to uphold all virtues that he, his uncle and predecessors have believed in and he was a great help in working to establish the Huntsmen Academies and creating the current system to bring the first form of stability we have had in centuries. One day his time as the symbol of justice will end and another must rise to take his place."
"So this whole sidekick convention is just a way for him to find a successor? Why not just get an experienced Hunter to do it?" Joseph inquired.
"The powers the spirit offers takes a long time to master and it would alter or even erase the Semblance of an experienced Hunter. It would be like resetting everything, taking one step forward but literally several steps back. That is why the successor must be young but having drive to work to become something special. It is also why the Justice Friends won't be attending this convention." Sebben explained. "Glory wants it to appear to have as little security as possible but at the same time is allowed to scope out the potential without them being distracted by other idols."
Joseph mimicked a sigh as best as he could. "So it all comes down to whoever measures up to his standards."
"In a manner of speaking."
"Well, maybe he can pick someone not as obsessed with the colors of the American flag as he is. And Tina won't be alone?"
"She won't."
"Fine then." Matthew held up his beam saber. "Here's to the future symbol of justice."
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Name: Jujanga
Aura: Pink
Semblance: Touch of Death
Description: With a mere touch and knowledge of all poisons Jujanga is able to create any form of toxin he wishes and inject them into anyone or anything with a mere touch. He can even inject his poison into Dust with him and use them in battle such as creating poisonous gust with Wind Dust or ice shards coated with whatever he chooses.
Weapon: Didgeridoo
Description: Doubling as blowgun and staff the wood of this instrument is durable enough to be used a physical weapon in close range combat and a blow gun with the inclusion of Dust that can create Air Blasts with Wind Dust and giant fireballs with Fire Dust propelled by the power of Wind Dust.