Welcome back! LET'S BEGIN THE LATEST CHAPTER OF SKYWAR-… SHIT!
Cindar: I do to! I always thought it would be far more special if a character from a dying world, was somehow still positive. He really is, but he will teach him. I might just make an omake of them playing chess.
H20: No problem man, as you can see it's happening to me to. Took me a while to get that chapter up.
And yes, it truly was a Spinning Wheel of Death. Not a Pinwheel of Death, cause one of them is far more devastating.
Silver lll: Yes, yes it is. Also Thank You.
Darkus: Now the more important question is what is Frieza up to.
Scarease: I am to buddy, I am to.
Baz: I was thinking that, but than I thought their might've been something about Dragoons in Dark Souls. Then I looked it up and all I found was a passage that said something about a cavalry. I was just really confused.
WarWithoutEnd: YEET indeed, buddy. YEET indeed.
Student: Thank You, it took awhile to get it just right. With help from my brother, of course. Also your right, Most people do wear armor in the RWBYverse, but the majority of it is Light or medium armor. All which help take a hit while still moving fast enough to dodge. Body, gauntlets, legging that type of thing. Mors wears all of that, including a helm. Ones that are noticeably more heavy.
Besides Cardin's just a dick!
Not telling and still working on the Vytal Festival part. Mostly how the Aftermath will work out.
Axcel: I put the "and…" Cause of the blades transformation in chapter 2.
A worn and torn hat, understood. To me it always looked like it was made like that.
I don't fully understand the 'time it takes to kill the Grimm' thing. If you could, elaborate more.
That was a mistake on my part. I always assume evil devil creatures eat what they kill. I be sure to remember that in later chapters.
Yes, but he is a Child to Venatores. Also, I was trying to imply that he had fought a large amount of Grimm before the Beowulfs came. It appears I failed there.
He is.
It is the only thing I could do. Physically they look like 18 Year olds. Besides, I always hate when they make the Hunter, who is the physical age of 18, a teacher. It just feels forced and incredibly awkward. But I understand where you are coming from. They only did it, cause that was their only way of understanding the world, while also helping the world. As well as find a way back.
I think it was more of a plot thing, so that way we can understand the world building of Remnant in the beginning.
She doesn't, but they know nothing about the flame and how it reacts to anything fire related. Since Yang's hair sometimes combusts, I think they might've been worried. Besides, it's more Tai's absolute refusal to let her daughter do anything that is one-hundred percent harmful.
Thank you. She always seemed to see things her way and nothing else. Weiss statement about the White Fang killing people, was met with the hostility of 'The Humans started it." Kind of childish in retrospect.
Thank you, I am always confused between the two. Except if I am comparing lengths.
Thank You for the compliment.
My brother wants me to tell you that he helped. That is also a very big complement. I hope I can make you say more things like that in the future.
I'll be sure to remember these for future reference. Thank you for telling me all of this.
I was afraid of what may lie ahead. Who wouldn't in this cold damp twilight. I tried to forget it, oh I tried. But it always came back, even in the middle of sleep, even in the so called 'Hunters Dream'. It was a cruel, cruel thing, this town.
It's residence however were far crueler. Each one, clawing their way past my meager defenses. Each voice, far more terrifying than the voices of people should be. Their gravely, hoarse and beast voice.
Why do I still hear them. Why! WHY!
Get them out, get them out, get them out, get them out.
Even now I wonder. When the calm and steady voice of a scholar, change into the miserable cry of a wounded man. Was it after my so called death, or after seeing the depravity of this towns populace.
Maybe I could just stay here, next to this lantern. Wasting away… maybe becoming those things will be fine. What does it matter anyway. What does it truly matter.
How can a man slay beasts, one that had once looked just like you once.
How can a man slay the beasts within. Clawing away at their own psyche.
I hope the nightmares don't come now. They are not something I can handle while so broken.
"Hello…?" A voice… is it more of those things! I didn't even notice when I had landed on my feet. Or when my blade made it's ways outwards in front of me. Trying to look as threatening as possible.
Yet no one was out their. All I saw was the lantern, growing in an ethereal light. The Messengers prayed to it. As if they could save themselves if they just prayed hard enough.
"Wh-who's there!" I practically screamed out. My voice quivering like a lone leaf in the wind. Ready to strike at any moments.
"Ah…" Someone spoke up from behind me, followed by a small cough. I quickly turned around ready to strike at anyone. Only to be met face to face with a house. "Apologies… I didn't mean to scare you."
The voice came from within the house, his tone was kinder than any I have met yet. But I could be being deceived, who knows what lay behind that door.
"Are you new to Yharnam by chance." The man spoke. His voice curious as a child's. I didn't respond, scared, my mind going many miles a minute thinking on how this could go wrong. Could it be a trap?
"... You must be. You have that Foreigner's Paranoia about you." He said, a small laugh. Which only appeared to delve into a coughing fit.
"W-who are you?" I said, my voice wavering despite my wishes.
"Ah yes, my apologies." He said quickly, his voice as meek as a small mouse. "You can call me Gilbert."
"...You don't sound like one of those… things." My mind remembering my most recent of excursions.
"Yes well… the Yharnamites have a very different way to welcome newcomers. Especially on this night of all nights." His voice still quiet, yet holding an unprecedented amount of weight to it.
"Yeah… different." I said, my body becoming less tense. Sitting down once more, right besides the house. The sound of slight coughing from the house.
"Are you alright." I asked, my voice coming out a little colder than I had hoped it would be. Yet it was only just to be curious.
"Oh, heavens no." The man said with a small laugh. Which soon delved into more coughing. "I wouldn't remain here if I was in the condition to be. I wouldn't have come here either." He said, after he had caught his breath. His voice a little raspier than it should be.
"Ah… I see." He came here for the same reason that I had.
Blood Ministration. This is the only thing that put's Yharnam on the map of the world. It'd just be a useless town if it weren't for that.
"So… your not from here." I asked, trying to steer away from the topic of blood.
"No…" That was his only response. He had remain quiet afterwards, the silence only penetrated by the sounds of coughs. Then I remembered something… on the table right next to my minastration.
'Seek the Paleblood.'
It was a long shot, but my mouth already began to form the second question.
'Lest the hunt continue forever.'
"Have you ever heard of the PaleBlood." I asked, my voice sounding a bit… very desperate.
"Paleblood you say?" The man spoke up, though he sound as confused as I was. "I myself don't know... but I know some people who might." My head instantly looked towards the house, my neck cracking from the speed of doing so.
" A man usually comes by here. He never said his name nor does he sound like the most… sane of individuals." Gilbert spoke, sounding slightly terrified. "But he looked like a member of the Healing Church. If anyone knows anything about blood, it's the Church."
My breath had stopped at some point during his conversation. The words that he was speaking appeared to have not ended however. He had continued on, but I couldn't listen any longer. I was at to a loss for words.
There's was hope. Possibly a fruitless one, but a hope.
That was enough for this forsaken man to keep moving. Just a little further.
"Your best bet is through the aqueduct." Gilbert said, his voice finally reaching me once again. Sounding much more relaxed. "The Great Bridge is usually locked by now. Can't have beasts travel straight into Central Yharnam."
Even if it was locked down… there's no way of getting past that thing.
"Thank you." I said without thinking, too happy to find someone actually willing to help. It's a miracle itself in this god forsaken place. "Thank you." My voice was weak at this point,, weak from all the emotion that came from just him telling me something.
How long had it been, since a man gave me kindness.
"It's fine… think of it as help from a fellow outsider." I didn't have to see him to hear the man's small smile.
Maybe this night won't be so lonely after all.
"Oh and do be careful… some of the Healing Church members aren't as kind to strangers as one may hope."
Venatores Luna
I couldn't help but wake up with a frown on my face. Of all the things to dream of, why did it have to be Gilbert.
I shifted my right eye, looking at the device that told the time. On its face showed the numbers 7:15 in bright neon green. With a sigh, I sat up in the sinfully soft bed, feeling the sheets fall off my night-wear.
It was than that got a another glance at the room we were staying in for possibly the next year, and could understand what the privileged feel like.
The room was as big as the Iosefka's clinic, specifically the room where I first woke up, but was an actual bedroom. With tall bookshelves, white walls, and even individual desks for me and my new roommate. Speaking of which…
I turned to the left, checking to see if Mors was in his bed, but all that met the sight of my eye was the sight of a horrendously 'made' bed. I shook my head at the sight, as I swung my legs over the side of my be-
Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed one of the knives from under my pillow, and threw it at the slammed open door. Watching as the small piece of sharp metal shot towards the unsuspecting Beast who would dare sneak up on me.
Only to have Beast catch the knife in mid-air, and throw it back in kind.
Tilting my head, I dodged the knife and heard it sink into the wall behind me.
Quickly moving to grab a second knife, the beast left my blind spot. Locating it quickly, I aimed a second knife at…Shit.
"Well than," Mors Ignis, my new roomate stated simply, as he to held his blade in front of his like a shield. " remind me to never wake you up again."
With a sigh, I let my body relax and lowered the knife in my hand. "You surprised me." I stated simply, as I casually went to grab the knife in the wall.
"Apologies." Mors said, even bowing a tiny bit to me. "I was just getting food, when I realized you might want to awaken from your slumber."
Right… School. The place of learning for hunters. Like Byrgenwerth, except far less beast-ridden. I looked towards the clock again, seeing the time that had elapsed during the little… practice session.
"What time does class start again?" I said, making my way to the bathroom.
"Nine o'clock." Good, just enough time for a decent shower.
"Alright, give me a minute for with the shower." I said, opening the door to the bathroom. I was about to close the door when Mors voice wrung out.
"Oh yes, Venatores." I opened the door a little more, seeing the man himself pointing at his face. "Your… gauze." Ah. I felt at the previous location of the gauze, but instead of the smooth cloth, the only thing to be felt was skin.
"Thanks."
It was at 7:55 five when I was finished getting myself dressed, and a few minutes after Mors took my place in the shower. It was a simple black suit with golden outlines. I even wore the blue like vest underneath it. It was the perfect place to hide a knife, while still going about my day.
The oddest thing about the school uniform however was how it fit. Or rather how well it fit on me. It was a near perfect fit, only small it the least important areas. However in a combat sense, the suit was much tighter than it should be.
I looked to the clock, seeing that the time had not changed. Wondering what I should do. I wasn't hungry enough for breakfast, nor was it anywhere near the time for class. Do they allow early access to the classroom at least?
It wouldn't hurt to be early to the first class. In fact if I was this so called 'Honor Student' it would do well to be early. Even to a ridiculous amount.
Making my way to the desk, I looked to the small paper on the desk. On it was the schedule for the rest of the day. The first class appeared to be simple. Grimm Studies, run by Professor Port. Room 109.
Folding the paper, placing it into one of the many pockets. Each one filled with some… essentials. Notably, vials of blood, throwing knives, poisoned knives, and the stray bullets and pistol, which lay by my hip. Alongside a card, which I was told was the key to the room.
With all of my supplies on my person, I made way out of my new room. Opening the door to the hallway of the dorms, I made a quick assessment of my surroundings. Which were filled with the bustle of young hunters, all clowning around like fools. It's to be expected however, young adults all within a single new place. It was only natural that they try to make an ally with the closest person in the room.
Even as I walked by some tried to talk to me. I ignored them however, remaining on my path at a steady rate. Some were more persistent than others, but they eventually left as I made it into the main halls.
Here the noise was quiet. Here and there were the noises of a few others. Though they appeared far more dignified in there interactions. Even those around the shadowed corners of the hall were far quieter, but the whispers could still be heard. If one listened of course.
Yet I continued, slightly confused at my location. Realizing something a little too late, that I should've realized last night.
I didn't know where the classes were. It was stupid of me, forgetting the most important thing for my new school life. Great, now what am I supposed to do.
A higher up could work, may be a teacher is patrolling the halls keeping the peace. Or maybe someone his senior, or even in his own year could work. No one was in the hall as of yet, he would know if they were.
He continued his walk however, who knows he might even find the teachers room by sheer chance. Though he truly doubted the odds of that happening. No doubt a complication would come up with his luck.
"Well, well. If it isn't the new Honor Student." Speaking of complications, here's the human embodiment of one. In front of me was a single man. He was a big man, one who loomed over people like a beast. His hair was a bright orange, making him look slightly ridiculous.
He wore a similar suit to mine, only far bigger. But the noticeable thing about him was his smile. It wasn't as if it was brilliant or anything, no in fact it was disgusting. A disgustingly, arrogant, malicious smile.
It physically sickened me to see that smile. Like a viral disease spread through this mans single smile.
His name was Cardin Winchester. Leader of team Cardinal.
I pity his so called subordinates, to have a man like this as their leader. Then again that says more about said individuals doesn't it. To have this man come in as their leader.
"So where are we off to on this fine morning" The boy continued, that was all I could call him really, a boy. His physical girth blocking my walking path.
So naturally I went to the right of him. Taking this event into stride and hoping to burn it from my memories later on. Yet, it was inevitable that he got in my way. His beast like smile still on his face.
"Oh come on, buddy." He said, taking a step closer to me. "I just want to talk." He lifted his hand to his other hand. Cracking his knuckles in a threatening manner. If the word threatening was replaced by adorable, course.
Sadly, the only way to avoid confrontation was one thing. Playing along.
I hated playing along.
"Yes?" I asked, my voice unable to hide the disdain in my voice. Though he only smiled more from that, possibly confusing my undertone with fear.
"That's better, scrawny." Cardin said, his way of speaking to me already getting on my nerves. "Now, I need you for something. Something that may just put meaning into your life." He said, as he put my hand on my shoulder.
I almost pulled out my pistol right then and there. My irritation spiking from just his giant hand on my uniform. Yet something stopped me, an idea that could be useful. For this behemoth before me might just know the way to Professor Ports room. Even if he doesn't he still might contain useful information.
"What might that be Mr. Winchester." I said politely, know matter how much it made my insides boil. Though he seemed to be pleased by it, annoyingly so. He even begun to straighten out his tie, that he loved the praise so much.
I've met people like him, a few choice words and it's like putty in your hands.
"Oh nothing much," He began, moving his body so it was closer to my shoulder. So we were now shoulder to shoulder next to each other. I shuddered with anger at the close proximity this boy was to me. I could even feel his breath next to my ear, each and every breath.
Beasts… beasts everywhere. Above, below, side by side. Each one surrounding me , suffocating me. Yet all I could feel was their warm, damp, blood filled breath.
Even now the Reaper denied me his mercy that he would one day give all. Holding it all to himself while I suffered this torture.
It was hell… a hell that I have to fight through to gain heaven.
My hand was already reaching for the knife in my vest, ready to stab this insufferable boy in the eye. But common sense stopped me. After all, despite his inherit behavior. He was still a fellow Hunter, an immature one but a Hunter nonetheless. Alongside an innocent, a rude neanderthal, but an innocent.
Besides, if I stab him now I'd have to go back and change my clothing.
"I just need someone," At the word 'someone' he poked me in the chest. Only increasing my urge to stab the man… then shoot him for extra measure. "To take my things to Ports Class."
Now that peaked my interests. My attention was fully on him now, looking at him like a useful tool. He saw me looking at him and suddenly made a face. It was a confused expression on his face, on that made him look even more like a buffon.
Then he suddenly shook his head, putting that confident look back onto his face. "You got that… what was your name again?" The boy said, removing himself from my side.
"Venatores." I said, simply looking to the side. Which so happened to have a line of windows to the outside of the school.
"Right, got it Ven." My attention was immediately put back onto him, a glare quickly being suppressed. I loathed this man. That isn't my name!
"...Got it." I said, holding my hand out expectedly. He smiled his arrogant smile, one which made my blood boil even more. He put his stuff into my hand like a arrogant curr. Now was the time to ask my question. But it would require more… bombast than I would usually use.
"Though I must ask Mr. Winchester," My own voice sounding pleasant, which was the complete opposite of my inner voice. Which sounded as if a grown man was cursing like a sailor. "Where may Professor Ports class be? I was told by my previous Instructors that I should always be prepared. Yet, I just was so excited to come here, I had completely neglected to get myself a simple map." Great ones kill me once more.
"Of course you did." The boy stated, his smile growing twice as big from me ridiculing myself. But it may need one extra push. One big ridiculing step to get my way to the classroom.
"But of course you must have looked it up Mr. Winchester." I continued onward, no matter how much it hurt.
"Definitely." The boy said, pointing down the hall. "Just go down that hallway and take your third right. You'll be in front of it in no time."
Perfect. "Oh, Thank you Mr. Winchester. I'll be sure to get there on time." I say with a small bow, as a way to not show my smiling face. My plan was already in my head before my feet even moved.
Moving to the window with slow, tedious steps I looked out the window. It was actually quite a beautiful day. The sun was showing things that I would never imagine seeing in the bleak town of Yharnam.
Grass, beautiful trees of varying shapes and sizes. But what was more beautiful was the sun reflecting of the pristine fountain… right below the very window I was at. It was simple really. A simple throw and the boy's bag would end up in the water below.
I opened the window. Holding the bag right on the edge of the sill. I looked back at the boy, who was in the middle of comprehending what exactly was going on. It was exactly the moment he realized what I was doing that I did it.
I dropped the bag right out the window. Into the fountain below.
His face was worth all the pain that I had gone through in those few minutes of conversation. One filled with so much shock and anger, that his face couldn't decide which one to make. Then it settled upon a mixture of both as he ran to the window.
Moving away from his massive bulk, before he could slam me of course. I made my way to class, with the helpful new direction from a certain boy. With possibly thirty minutes before class would resume.
"Y...You...YOU DAMN BASTARD!" Heavy footsteps followed quickly behind me. Sadly a knife was already prepared in hand for this situation. He will simply lose an eye if he attacks me, that is all. He can fight with only one, it isn't that difficult.
However, something got in my way. Or for a better term, both of our ways. For when I turned I had come eye to chest with my new partner.
"Venatores! So this is where you were." Mors spoke up, ignoring the punch straight into the middle of his back. In fact the only one who appeared to take damage was the boy. Shown by the removal of his hand, while shaking it. Cardin even looked at his hand and at Mors' back, with a confused look upon his face. "You left the dorm before I was able to get out of the shower. Luckily, this place wasn't to far from our dorm."
"Oh apologies, I forgot to contact you." I spoke up, speaking formally to the Knight, who was a better conversationalist than the young Hunter behind him. "I just wanted a look around the campus."
"Apology accepted, however there are far more important matters to attend to. Like Class." Mors stated, looking around the wide hallways and twisting corridors. "Sadly I don't know the way to said class." Looking down at the floor, in a slightly depressed state.
"Don't worry. I asked for directions." I said, pointing down the pathway that the boy had showed me earlier. I began walking towards that direction, the Knight following closely behind me.
"THIS IS ISN'T OVER SCRAWNY! YOU HEAR ME!" I ignored the yelling of the boy. His heavy steps running away from the scene. Possibly going to get his bag, which lay in the fountain below.
"Why was he yelling at you so?" Mors stated, his face filled with confusion at the similarly sized Hunters actions.
"He accidentally dropped his stuff out the window, decided that it was my fault." I said quickly without hitch, not even looking back at Mors.
Within two minutes we were in front of the class. It was a simple classroom, one filled with pictures of Beasts. Each part of them highlighted or circled, showing a weakness or certain flaw of the beast.
One even showed the Grimm we slayed. Though it looked far more… new. It even still had it's bone like mask. However there was a passage of information below the picture.
'Wendigo. A Grimm so savage that it was believed once to attack its own. While not the strongest or fastest of Grimm, it is one of the most versatile. Studies have shown that these Grimm are created in groups. When they attack people, one always appears to stay behind. Waiting, watching… learning from it's fellow Wendigo's downfall, creating a Makkapitew. One of the Fircest Grimms known to man.'
'For every group of killed Wendigo, one will become a Makkapitew, or an Alpha Wendigo. An endless cycle of death and creation. But all Makkapitew are extremely different from each other and more. One could favor close combat, while others favor the shadows of night. For every Makkapitew one must be prepared for the unthinkable.'
'One common thing among them, is their fear and severe weakness of fire. Studies are still figuring out the why and how, but nonetheless the weakness still remains. '
Interesting. It was almost like a human in the way it acted. Almost.
"It appears we have early arrivals." A bombastic voice spoke through the lecture hall. I turned to the location of the voice, seeing a older man standing before a desk.
His gray hair appeared reflective in the early sunrise of the day, which lay combed to each side of his head. Like that of a beautiful blade. Even his mustache appeared silver in the sun, which was groomed to perfection against his face.
His suit was a simple red turncoat, with a darker maroon pants. Completed with a bright red ascot around his neck. He wasn't that tall, or muscular for that matter. But he gave off a certain feel about him. One of an age old warrior prepared for action at any point and time, even the most unexpected of thing.
"You must be eager to prove yourself! I like it!" His voice was close to a shout, but one filled with excitement for the new year. He even started to walk up to us, hands held behind his back like a noble.
"Goodness, you must be the Honor Students." He said as he approached us, his hand extended out to shake. I went to shake it, cautiously. Sadly it was taken before I could even approach.
"Mors Ignis, at your service sir." He spoke, while giving his hand a firm shake. Which almost appeared to lift the Professor off the ground.
"A strong grip. A sign of great strength!" The Professor said, smiling all the while. Though within it held a slight pained expression as he removed his own hand from Mors'. "Though you could let up on it as well." Stroking his right hand in contained pain.
"A-apologies." Mors said, his hand finding perch on the back of his hand.
"Quite alright, Mr. Ignis." Then he turned his attention to me. His eyes hidden behind his hair, but I could feel his gaze. "You must be the young Mr. Luna." Extending his hand at me as well. Like a gentlemen, I shook his hand as well.
"A pleasure, Professor." I spoke quietly, continuing to look around the room. Looking at the many portraits of the Beasts that I will encounter in this nightmare. Some of them had very peculiar names however.
Boarbatusk, Beowulf, Ursa, King Taijitu, Nevermore. They were… odd to say the least. Though I wondered if there were any on Carrion Crows, or a Scourge Beast. But the strangest thing was the absence of any mention of the Great Ones.
Was there no ruler of this Nightmare?
"I see you are already studying the Grimm that we will be talking about during class." The Professor said from behind me, his voice hiding none of his enjoyment. I only gave him a polite nod and continued accessing the Beasts before me.
Suddenly the door to the classroom opened, revealing more students. Each one coming in slowly, talking to each other like any other young adults. I sighed a little, moving towards one of the seats in the front row.
Mors was still standing looking at one of the many pictures of the Grimm. Staring at it with an intensity unmatched by any before him. He was stood there for what felt like hours, just staring at the picture of the Beowulf.
Suddenly a crash reverberated through the room. As the room shock with the impact the door had on the wall. Mors jumped, then reached behind himself. Only to realize whatever he had was not there. Then he shook his head, the golden locks of hair following his movements exactly.
I was no better however, as I reached for one of my knives, as I turned and looked at the rowdy bunch of students ran into the classroom. However, as I gazed at the at the group of Hunters-in-training, I could only shake my head.
It was Teams RWBY and JNPR. Each member quickly moving to get a seat, with sweat covering all of their brows. It would seem that they weren't prepared for their classes, as they were barely on-time.
I continued to watch the two teams take their seats, being quick as to not bring any more attention upon themselves. Mors, finally out of his strange stupor, went to sit next to me in one of the rows. Following in his footsteps, Team RWBY sat next to me as well.
To be more accurate, Blake sat next to me, with Yang sitting to the right of her, with Ruby and Weiss sitting near the end of the row together.
Team JNPR sat behind us, there row more spacious than ours with the lack of two other people.
Then a bell was heard throughout the entire school, signalling the beginning of class. Most whispers were suddenly silenced, with the exception of three people. All of which were whispering about the same subject. Cardin's absence.
"I thought you said he left earlier." One of them spoke quietly.
"He did. He said, he was going to find that honor student." The second one replied back, angry at the accusation of his teammate.
"Which one? The assassin looking dude, or the Knight?" I looked to them now, seeing their gaze catch my own. They immediately silenced themselves, looking away from me as quickly as they could.
"Monsters. Demons. Prowlers of the night." Began the Professor. His voice echoing throughout the entire hall. "Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names. But I merely refer to them as pray! Ha ha!" No… just no. It even appeared the entire class shared my sentiments as no one laughed at the poorly made joke.
The Professor realizing his blight, coughed into his hand. "And you shall join to upon graduating from this prestigious acade-" Sadly the professor was cut off from continuing, as the opened with a bang once more.
This time it was a certain boy from earlier. His bag still dripping from it's morning bath in the fountain. His hair was a little disheveled, with a forehead sheened with sweat. He began to look around the room, his eyes having a certain fire to them that made him look mad.
Then his eyes landed on me. Then the brilliance of the flame tripled maybe even quadrupled. It looked as if he was about to pounce on me, with the reckless abandon of a Scourge Beast. I was already reaching for one of my many knives when the Professor spoke up.
"Dear me child. Late on your first day of school!" Professor Port spoke, his voice holding a hint of outrage at the mere thought of it. "This can't do. This can't do at all!"
Cardin however paid him no mind, as he began walking down the steps of the assembly hall. Making his way right towards me, without a care for his tardiness. He was right about to enter the row I was sitting in. His hand in a fist, ready to punch me.
Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder. It was only then did the boy turn around. Probably seeing the professor for the first time. An sophisticated stance about him, like that of a Noble Knight.
"If you would kindly take a seat Mr. Winchester." The Professor continued, his hand firmly placed on his shoulder. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to have a detention alongside that tardy." Cardin only looked in anger at the Professor, possibly from denying his 'righteous' vengeance.
Despite that however he made his way to his group. All of which lay in a single row of people, eyes stared at the boy as he made his way to them. Each one more different from the last, anger, pity, fear and even the occasional apathetic response.
Professor Port continued, onwards with his lecture. Walking back to the front of the class as if that moment had never happened.
However, judging by the current holes being stared into my head, He wouldn't forget what happened today.
"As I was saying. Vale as well as the other three Kingdoms are safe havens in an otherwise treacherous world." I quickly jotted down a few notes, mostly having to do with the safe havens and the Four Kingdoms.
"Our planet is absolutely teeming with creatures that would love nothing more than to tear you to pieces." He continued, pacing back and forth around the room. Hands moving to further some of his more dramatics. "And that where we come in! Huntsman... and Huntresses." He finished off in a voice that sounded almost flirtatious. He even winked at the classroom before him, despite the large age gap between them.
Even Yang, who seemed very flirtatious, had become slightly uncomfortable. She shifted her eyes to the right, avoiding the man from her sights.
"Individuals who have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves. From what you may ask...? Why the very world!" Great, a romanticizer. I dislike those who romanticize their achievements, it might as well be them lying to the world around them.
"YEAH!" A voice screamed out from behind me. Almost causing a knife to go through his skull. Almost being the keyword in this situation. Yet my gaze was still focused forwards, right at the Professor before me.
"That is what you are training to become." He said looking forward at all of the students in the classroom. "Now for a story… a tale of a young, handsome man." One Reborn, end my torment. "Me!
By that point in time, I had shut out a majority of his words. I instead chose to look at one of the many posters surrounding the room. Sadly it held more information than the man before me was sharing.
However I could hear a couple of snickers behind me. Coming from Ruby and her Sister. I turned towards it, seeing the younger sister pointing at her notes… or the lack of notes really.
Drawn on it was instead, a picture of the Professor. A poorly drawn one that may as well have been drawn by a seven year old. It even held a title. Simply dubbed, Professor Poop.
I ignored it however, slightly angry at the girls innocent nature. She best get rid of that attitude soon. Else it be ripped away from her by force.
However there were more peculiar reactions among the row of people. For one, Weiss seemed far more angry at the young Reaper herself, then her attitude. The other person, just looked simply confused at the picture. As if he didn't understand a single thing that came from that picture itself.
This person was Mors, who now looked more confused than I had ever seen him.
A quick cough silenced them however. Then all attention was suddenly back onto the Professor. "In the end, the Beowulf was no match for my sheer tenacity. And I returned to my village, with the beast in captivity and my head held high. Celebrated as a Hero." Despite the far fetched and dull story, I politely clapped. Mors did so as well but it was far louder than my own.
With a deep bow, Professor Port continued. "The moral of the story?" A second noise permeated the air, another giggle by the little red reaper. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, seeing a display of true idiocy.
The girl was balancing an apple upon a book, which was upon a pencil that was balancing on her finger. Her silver eyes crossed with her lips puckered up. My hand clenched in anger, seeing the complete disregard to her studies and senior. Despite the complete lack of… studying material.
"A true Huntsman must be honorable." Unnecessary. Better to stab the being in the back.
"A true Huntsman must be dependable." That was filled with truth however… Was someone sleeping?
"A true Huntsman must be strategic, well-educated, and wise." All were true. What else could it be.
"So… who among you believe themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?" I had begun to raise my arm. As I embodied a majority of these traits. Yet I was sadly beaten by a certain pompous noble.
"I do, Sir!" The Cainhurst Gargoyle screamed out, her voice reverberating around the entirety of the hall. Truly she was like those banshees in anything, but looks.
"Well then, let's find out." Professor Port said, looking to the left. I followed his gaze seeing a…
Cage. That wasn't there before. Shaking and trembling from the boar like beast within it. HOW IN THE BLOODY NIGHTMARE! Did it just materialize with beast inside, or did it teleport!? NO matter, how did he do it is far more important. Was this one of those 'semblances' that the book had talked about.
"Step forward and face your opponent!" With that, the battle of Hunter and Beast had begun.
After a short break, Weiss returned to the classroom. Her hunting attire and rapier in hand. She walked down the aisle with an elegance that would have been grand, if it weren't for the scowl on her face.
As she made her way in front of the cage. Shouts could be heard from my right, created by none other than the R, B, and Y of Team RWBY.
"Go Weiss!" Yang shouted out, raising her fist in the air in a show of excitement. Or support, it didn't, matter which.
"Fight well!" Was the simple reply from Blake, not really excited over the battle close at hand. She appeared to be waving a plastic flag back and forth with the Team's initials on them. Where, or how, she got it were not known to me.
"Yeah, represent Team RWBY!" Ruby said, her attention now fully focused upon the class. Her hands came up, showing her excitement for the fight ahead. However, such childish excitement was met with a heavy amount of hostility.
"Ruby! I am trying to focus!" The Gargoyle screeched, her attention fully focused upon the girl. Fool! Does she not realize the situation she is currently in! Not only was she acting immature, she dare turn her attention away from the opponent.
Even the rest of Team RWBY looked dejected. Blake's face becoming a cold distant stare, while Yang's was one of a fierce, fire like glare. My own was a blank stare, filled with slight animosity pointed at the young Heiress. Mors face was blank, only the slight tightening of his fist was the sign of his annoyance.
"Oh, sorry.". The young girl said, her face filled with great confusion. Putting her hands down slowly. Weiss turned her head, focusing upon the cage before her.
"Alright!" The Professor said, holding his battle axe in the air. Which appeared to be combined with a common Blunderbuss, which came out of the butt of the axe. It was a marvelous piece of machinery that made one question how he aimed the gun. But it didn't matter, for as long as it had a certain kick to it. Someone in the world would love it. Bless the Powder Kegs and their very… explosive way of killing beasts.
"Let the match. Begin!" With that he cut off the lock of the cage, with relative ease. Then the door of the cage fell off. Revealing the Beast trapped within.
It was the exact same Grimm as the ones upon the walls. It was a boar like beast named the Boarbatusk It's four red eyes staring at the girl in white with a thirst to kill. The bone mask covered it's face like an armor, which were covered in markings similar to it's brethren. It's two tusks came out and pointed back at itself, showing that it focused on rushing the enemy. It's teeth were bigger than its mouth, showing that they were at least used for something. Bone like armor protruding from it's back, proving it idiotic to attack from the front.
It rushed forward, directly at the girl. Showing it's lack of intelligence and experience. When it came close enough, the girl struck it dodging away last minute. But the small rapier merely bounced off the armor with a clang. Sound as if metal had struck metal.
The Grimm, realizing its failure in running the girl over, turned to her. The opponents stared at each other, waiting for someone to make a move. Then the professor laughed a hearty laugh, distracting the foolish girl from her opponent.
"Wasn't expecting that were you." As the noises of the pig filled the air the girl turning her attention back to where it should be. A scowl on her face.
"Hang in there, Weiss." Came the supportive cry of Weiss' leader. Who was smiling at the heiress in confidence. Not noticing how it only increased the scowl on the Gargoyles face.
Each opponent than rushed each other, a foolish decision on the girls part. Especially when the Grimm turned its head, catching the blade between it's two tusks. Forcing the girl to adapt to situation. Of course by adapt, I mean try and force the blade out of it's grip.
The boar is starting to appear more intelligent than the Hunter.
"Oh a new approach? I like it!" The Professor said, further distracting the Heiress.
"Com'on Weiss show it who's Boss!" The leader said again, her excitement reaching the upper limit. This however only served to distract the girl even more. Even pulling her attention away from the Grimm, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER! Which, with a quick flick of the Boarbatusk neck, disarmed the young girl. Then, with a heave of it's head, the pig flung the girl forward. Giving it enough room to charge forward and kill the girl.
That was when the blade rattled to a stop, on the other side of the room.
"Now, what will you do without your weapon?" The Professor said, his hand upon his axe. Ready to act in a moments notice.
The girl, who was still on the ground, slowly looked up. Slowly! Just noticing the charge of the beast. Then she rolled right out of the way, getting up and immediately running towards her weapon. Sliding right next to it, grabbing it and returning to her stance. While the Boarbatusk landed on it's back stuck their like a small turtle.
"Weiss!" The leader shouted out again. What will she say now I wonder? More support, a shout of encouragement? I was very irritated at just the Heiresses actions alone. Just the young girls shouts alone were makin me want to end this fight by my own hand. "Go for it's belly!"
I looked at the girl. Her silver eyes like mirrors in the bright lights of the room… It appears that I might've misjudged her. It turns out, under that childish frame and personality, lay a knowledgeable girl. The pig had no armor on its underside. Making it easy for one to do damage to it. Of course the eye would have worked as well.
With her rapier it should have made it easy to penetrate the eye.
"There's no armor underneat-" Sadly she was interrupted by the girl who… fully turned to the Reaper, her attention completely away from the beast. Which had gotten up, losing her any sort of advantage over the Boarbatusk.
"Stop telling me what to do!" … By the Moon's Graces… that was what made her lose a attention. Being told what to do, despite it being entirely true. I barely even heard the own cocking of my gun, let alone saw the Boarbatusk become a beastly buzzsaw. Nor the gasp to my immediate right.
All I saw was bright red target like eyes of the Grimm. Which would give way to whatever that thing had for a brain. A bang interrupted everything in the room. The Gargoyles shout, the small irrelevant whispers of the crowd and of course the Grimms constant snorting.
Then the Grimms scream filled the room, as it missed the Heiress. The uncontrollable ball impacted the wall with a loud crack. Breaking that part of the wall, burying it under the rubble of the wall. Black smoke escaped the ruble signifying the beasts death.
Evelyn's gun barrel was smoking, as I left it out in the open. I didn't have to turn to tell that all eyes were upon me. Looking at me with a look of shock and confusion. While a certain person looked at me with both confusion and outrage.
Yet none of that even mattered as the bell sounded out through the school. Signaling the end of class. However everyone stayed in their seats, as I began packing up all my essentials. When that was done I made my way to the door.
"W-what an exciting day of class today!" The Professor said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "I'm afraid that is all, but we shall continue in the next class!" I was out the door before he could continue, hoping to find an area where I could cool off.
Sadly, before I could even get to the end of the hall. The door swung open with a mighty gust of wind. I continued forward however, unperturbed by the noise.
"YOU!" Huh, I half expected it to be Winchester. But it was merely the Cainhurst Gargoyle, followed closely behind by the Reaper. Who appeared to be trying to talk to the Heiress, but was completely ignored.
I myself ignored her as I turned the corner. Hoping to find my next class, which appeared to be Combat Class. Should be an interesting way to see the trick weapons of this Nightmare Remnant.
"Don't walk away from me!" The Cainhurst Gargoyle spoke up. Much closer than she was previously.
"Weiss, calm do-" The reaper tried to speak. Yet even so the Heiress merely shushed her. She might as well have back hand her fellow Hunter.
It was only when I felt a hand on my wrist, did I stop moving entirely. Yet I didn't turn around, I only stared ahead.
"What was that!?" The girl screamed, her voice echoing across the halls. "I had the Grimm right where I wanted it! Than you shot it for no reason! If you had given me a second longer, I would've ended it! I would've shown I'm capable o-"
"Are you done." I asked simply, tired of all this useless talk. "I was simply tired of that… fight." If you could even call it that. The grip on my wrist tightened, possibly from the girls anger. But I could care less.
"Do you think your better than us?" The girl said, pulling my wrist. Possibly trying to get me to turn around forcefully, though she was failing terribly. "Do you think just because your an 'Honor student' you can do whatever you want?"
Now I turned to the girl. My one eye staring daggers into her light blue eyes. She visibly flinched at my gaze, as she quickly removed her hand from my wrist. "Is that what you think this was?" I said simply, unable to comprehend the sheer mass of her bloated pride. "Me flaunting a mere title, like a little girl was doing just a day before?"
She flinched once more, as she realized who the 'little girl' was.
"No… This was me ending a predictable battle." Turning around, I hoped to find the Combat Class, which said on the paper was in Coliseum 1.
"Don't walk away from me!" Despite her wishes, I continued to walk away from her. My steps quiet and ethical, like a noble.
"I did nothing wrong!" My step faltered right there. Her voice was filled with pride and outrage. One that got on my very nerves. One that made her seem like she was in the right, while everyone else was in the wrong.
"Weiss, calm down. T-there has to be a reason." The Reaper, sounding as if on the verge of tears.
"NO! NO THERE DOESN'T." The Heiress yelled once more at her leader. "This is just him trying to prove himself over us!"
"T-then why did he leave right after shooting the Boarbatusk." The Reaper said, trying to be the voice of reason. "If he stayed he would have gotten credit for the fight."
"It doesn't matter! What matters is that he did it with the intention to ridicule me!" This Heiress! By the One Reborn, was she still not getting it!
"You did that all on your own!" My voice rose, my facade slowly fading over the course of this useless argument. Once again, the Cainhurst Gargoyle flinched when I turned, along with the Young Reaper.
"You did that by turning you attention away from the battle! Losing your weapon! Rushing the armored assailant! Yelling at your own Teammate for God's Sake!" I turned around, the two students, as well as the students who finally came out of the classroom, shocked at my outburst. "You are supposed to be a Hunter. Yet this is how you act?"
The blood was cold on my skin as I limped forward. Trying to get away from those beast-like Huntsman. But they wouldn't stop following my scent. The scent of recently spilled blood. It was only the window before me that could save me from them. Even then I don't think it will stop them for long.
It's so close. So very close. The aqueduct it just within reach, yet it was so far away.
I jumped through the window. Landing on an unstable wooden platform above the very roof of the manor. I landed with a loud thump, possibly causing other Beasts attention to shoot upwards. Yet I didn't digest that thought for long. I just ran to the farthest side of the room, hoping to the gods those Beasts didn't see me.
"Hello there." My blade was moving before I could even process the sentence. Thankfully it was blocked by the person by my side. With a knife no less.
"Come now," The woman continued, sounding old and wise. "Is that any way to treat a fellow Hunter?"
The woman stood there, her arms crossed. With an elegance that far exceed anything that I could accomplish. In the darkness of the house, it almost seemed she had wings. Her face was blocked however. With a mask so similar to a crow, she might as well have been one.
I lowered my blade, switching off it's trick, before moving back at least five feet. Who know what this old lady had in store for me. She could be stronger than even those beasts there.
"A little paranoid, aren't you?" Her expression unreadable through the mask, but her voice holding an unmistakable sound of amusement. "That's good. A young Hunter can't just trust everyone during the night. Even the day is pushing it." The lady sighed, focusing the floor below us, filled with beast of many types.
"What might your name be?" The woman said, continuing to look at the ground below.
"... Venatores." The girl then looked to me, her expression still unreadable. Then she did something that I had not expected her to do… She laughed. Laughed a brilliant quiet laugh.
"Truly? Oh the Great Ones must have a cruel sense of humor to make you a Hunter." The Lady said, shaking her head. "Well, since you gave me yours. Eileen the Crow. Hunter of Hunters at your service."
That was what a true Hunter was, not this impudent brat.
"What a disgrace." With that I continued walking forward, ignoring everyone as I walked to class. I hoped I could find the Coliseum on time.
Author: Wow I am proud of you buddy. One goddamn week.
BloodyAbyss: Thanks… can you get me some water. I think my hands are on fire.
Author: That's good, use it to write the next chapter!
BloodyAbyss lifts his hands showing that they were lit ablaze.
Author:... Oh, Sure thing.