Wudi Tianxia: For the most part, I've kinda figured out this issue with aura. i do not plan on making this romance.

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ShadowingLight04: In light of more recent JJK chapters, Sukuna's finger will not appear in Remnant. As for the rest, they will be elaborated upon in the future.

Potato24: Will be elaborated upon in the future, stay tuned.

Guest: Fixed in future chapters! I like to leave some typos in so I can see how my writing's improving over time. Eventually, I may fix and condense chapters together if you guys want.

professorpoopypants00: Thank you! Longer chapters is definitely something I'm currently trying to work on.

For now, enjoy this long overdue chapter.


Glynda Goodwitch sat at her desk, her attention locked on the security footage from Ozpin's surveillance cameras. The video, captured from multiple angles across the Emerald Forest, offered a detailed view of an extraordinary event.

The footage began with a chaotic scene: nearly 300 Grimm surged through the forest, their dark forms creating a swirling vortex of destruction. But amidst this turmoil, one figure emerged with an almost surreal presence.

The young man at the center of the footage was a striking contrast to the surrounding chaos. His stark white hair and simple, functional attire stood out vividly against the dark, tumultuous backdrop. Glynda's gaze was immediately drawn to him.

His combat style was purely physical—an extraordinary display of hand-to-hand techniques. The footage captured him moving with an unparalleled mastery, each punch and kick executed with precise efficiency.

Grimm were sent sprawling or crashing into one another with devastating force, their attempts to attack him thwarted by an invisible, impenetrable barrier that seemed to envelop him.

Glynda marveled at the barrier. Although it was not visible, its effects were unmistakable.

As the Grimm approached, their attacks were abruptly halted by this unseen force. They seemed to run into an invisible wall, their movements stifled before they could even touch the young man.

This passive defense was so effective that he barely needed to engage in active defense himself. It was as though the very air around him was charged with a protective force, rendering him nearly invulnerable to any assault.

This barrier is unlike anything I've encountered before, Glynda thought. It's as if the very essence of the forest is repelling the Grimm away from him. His defense is so seamless, it's almost instinctual.

The way the barrier neutralized threats without any visible indication of its presence was both fascinating and perplexing. Glynda's mind raced with questions.

Is this a highly advanced semblance or some unique form of power? It's so integrated into his combat style that it feels almost natural.

The footage revealed the sheer efficiency of his combat. In a span of just ten minutes, the young man managed to eliminate nearly 300 Grimm. The transformation of the battlefield was striking. What had started as a chaotic swarm of Grimm quickly became a scene of desolation.

The creatures were vanquished and scattered across the forest floor, disintegrating into ashes. Glynda watched in awe as he continued his assault with a fluidity and speed that suggested a near-superhuman level of control.

Throughout the fight, Glynda noticed that the young man's demeanor was unusually relaxed. Despite the intensity of the battle, he appeared to be enjoying himself. His movements were not only effective but also carried a sense of casual mastery.

It was as if he viewed the confrontation as a form of entertainment rather than a dire struggle.

He's fighting with such ease and apparent enjoyment, Glynda mused. There's a playful confidence in his actions, as if he finds the entire encounter more amusing than challenging.

As she watched the footage, Glynda's initial shock gave way to a deeper analysis of the young man's capabilities.

The sheer number of Grimm he dispatched in such a short time is unprecedented, she thought. His hand-to-hand combat techniques are extraordinary, and his ability to neutralize threats so quickly is unlike anything I've seen before.

The fact that he did this while seemingly relying solely on his physical skills and an invisible barrier only heightened her sense of amazement.

This is not just impressive; it's on an entirely different level of skill and control.

Glynda considered the implications of such power.

The balance of power in Vale, or even the world, could shift dramatically if this man becomes involved.

Her thoughts also turned to the broader implications of the young man's power.

What does this mean for the safety and security of Beacon? For Vale? she wondered. If there are more individuals with such capabilities, how do we prepare for and counteract such threats?

Despite the impressive nature of his abilities, Glynda felt a growing sense of unease.

There's something unsettling about the ease with which he handled the situation, she mused. The apparent enjoyment he seemed to derive from the fight and the nonchalance with which he approached the aftermath raises more questions than answers.

The footage then shifted to another camera angle, showing the young man strolling through the now-quiet battlefield. His walk was leisurely and unhurried, his posture relaxed as he meandered through the forest.

Glynda's attention was drawn to his face as he came into view.

At that moment, he stopped and looked directly at the camera. His intense blue eyes locked onto the lens, and Glynda felt a shiver run down her spine. His gaze was not only strikingly beautiful but also carried an unsettling awareness.

It was as if his eyes, with their deep, penetrating quality, were seeing beyond the camera and directly into her.

Then, without warning, the camera feed went offline. The screen flickered and cut to static, dissolving into chaotic noise. Glynda's heart raced as she tried to process the sudden disruption.

Did he sense the camera's presence and deliberately destroy it? she wondered.

The abrupt end to the footage, following his direct gaze at the camera, added an eerie layer to the situation.

Leaning back in her chair, Glynda's thoughts were a whirlwind of questions and theories. The young man's extraordinary hand-to-hand combat abilities, combined with his invisible, impenetrable barrier and his apparent enjoyment of the fight, presented a complex and unsettling mystery.

The fact that he had eliminated nearly 300 Grimm in such a short time, while maintaining a relaxed and playful demeanor, was both impressive and disconcerting. His awareness of the camera and the subsequent destruction of the feed only deepened the enigma surrounding him.

She knew she needed to discuss these findings with Ozpin and gather more information. The mysterious young man, with his remarkable skills, strikingly gorgeous eyes, and unsettling awareness, was a puzzle she was determined to solve.

The footage had provided a glimpse into his extraordinary abilities and personality, but it had also raised more questions than answers. As Glynda prepared to send her findings to Ozpin, Glynda felt a growing sense of urgency to uncover the truth behind this mysterious figure and the true nature of his power.


Glynda lingered at the door of Ozpin's office, her hand resting lightly on the polished handle as she mulled over Ozpin's words.

The footage of the mysterious man still played on a loop in her mind—his casual grace as he dismantled nearly 300 Grimm with his bare hands, the way he moved with an almost effortless precision. Each punch, kick, and strike was methodical and efficient, like he was performing some kind of lethal dance.

But it was more than that. He seemed to be enjoying himself, taking pleasure in the destruction he caused.

The passive barrier around him—an invisible force that made the Grimm's attacks futile—unnerved her the most. It wasn't like anything she'd seen in her years as a Huntress or in her extensive knowledge of semblances and combat styles.

The man hadn't even flinched as the Grimm attacked him with full force, their claws and teeth stopping mere inches from his body as if hitting a wall. And yet, he remained untouched, unbothered.

Who is this man? Glynda wondered.

Her fingers tightened around the door handle as she thought about what that meant. Whoever he was, he was powerful—dangerously so—and had an unsettling awareness of his surroundings.

The fact that he had looked directly into the camera after the battle, his piercing blue eyes locking with the lens as if he knew exactly who was watching, sent a chill down her spine. And then, with the slightest tilt of his head, the camera went offline. It wasn't a mistake or an act of carelessness—it was intentional, deliberate.

Glynda turned back to face Ozpin, who remained seated behind his desk, his ever-present mug of coffee in hand. His calm demeanor only added to her unease.

"Ozpin," she began, "this individual—whoever he is—doesn't just have skill or strength. He's deliberate. He knew we were watching him, and he made sure to send us a message. This isn't someone we can afford to ignore."

Ozpin regarded her with his usual calm, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

He set the mug down gently on the desk and leaned forward slightly, steepling his fingers.

"I agree, Glynda. This man's capabilities are beyond what we've encountered, and his motives are unclear. It's precisely why we need to proceed carefully."

Glynda's expression hardened.

"Proceed carefully? We don't know who he is, where he came from, or what he wants. If he's hostile, we could be dealing with a threat unlike anything we've seen before. We need to act—quickly."

Ozpin held her gaze for a long moment, his eyes sharp behind his glasses.

"I understand your concerns, Glynda, and I don't disagree with your assessment. But rushing into this without information would be just as dangerous, if not more so. We need to gather more intel before making any moves."

Glynda's frustration simmered beneath the surface. She was a woman of action, and sitting idly by while a potential threat lingered in their backyard went against every instinct she had.

"And how do you propose we gather more information? This man destroyed our only link to him—he knows we're watching, and he's already gone."

Ozpin nodded slowly, as if he had anticipated her question.

"That's why we'll need to bring in someone with experience in dealing with... unpredictable situations. Someone who can operate without drawing attention."

Glynda felt a pang of dread creeping up her spine as Ozpin's meaning became clear.

"You can't be serious," she muttered, crossing her arms. "You're suggesting Qrow?"

Ozpin leaned back slightly in his chair, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Qrow is the best option we have. He's skilled, resourceful, and has a knack for handling situations that don't follow the usual rules. And, perhaps more importantly, he's capable of operating independently, outside of the Academy's scrutiny."

Glynda narrowed her eyes, her skepticism apparent.

"Qrow is also unpredictable, reckless, and constantly drunk. Are you really prepared to send him after someone like this?"

Ozpin's smile didn't waver.

"I am. Qrow has his flaws, but his instincts are unmatched. He's dealt with high-risk individuals before, and I trust him to do what needs to be done. He's more reliable than you give him credit for, Glynda."

Glynda's lips pressed into a thin line as she considered Ozpin's words. She couldn't deny that Qrow had a reputation for getting results, even if his methods were unconventional—often bordering on chaotic.

But the thought of involving him in something as delicate as this made her stomach churn.

"I don't like it," she said firmly. "He's unpredictable, and this situation is already unstable enough as it is."

"I understand your reluctance," Ozpin said, his tone softening. "But we don't have many options. Whoever this man is, he's dangerous, and we need someone who can get close to him without drawing attention or escalating the situation. Qrow has the experience and the discretion we need."

Glynda exhaled slowly, trying to keep her frustration in check. "And if he fails? If this man is hostile and Qrow gets himself killed—or worse?"

Ozpin's eyes flickered with something unreadable.

"Then we'll deal with the consequences as they come. But I believe Qrow will succeed. He has a way of surviving the impossible, as you well know."

Glynda shook her head, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest.

"I suppose I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

Ozpin smiled gently.

"We all have choices, Glynda. I'm merely suggesting that Qrow is the best one we have at the moment."

There was a heavy silence between them for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on both of them. Glynda knew that Ozpin's mind was made up, and as much as she hated the idea of involving Qrow, she couldn't argue with his logic.

This wasn't a situation that could be solved by brute force or traditional methods. It required finesse, experience, and a certain... flexibility that Qrow had in spades, despite his many flaws.

"Fine," Glynda finally said, her voice tight with resignation. "But if Qrow gets himself into trouble, don't say I didn't warn you."

Ozpin chuckled softly, his amusement evident.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

As Glynda stood to leave, she cast one final glance at the static-filled monitor, the image of the mysterious man's piercing blue eyes still fresh in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much larger—something they weren't prepared for.

But for now, all she could do was hope that Qrow's instincts would lead them in the right direction.


Qrow Branwen sat slouched in a dingy corner of the bar, the dim lighting barely cutting through the haze of smoke and murmured conversations. His glass of whiskey was dangerously close to empty, but the bartender knew better than to ask if he wanted another—Qrow had a reputation around these parts.

He sighed, rubbing a thumb along the rim of the glass, as the world around him blurred into a dull hum.

He wasn't exactly avoiding his responsibilities, but after another long mission, he needed this. He needed the dullness, the numbness. The weight of every choice, every battle, every loss felt a little lighter after a few drinks.

The alcohol blurred the edges of things, made the past feel like it was just out of reach, just far enough that he didn't have to look at it too closely.

But, of course, peace never lasted long.

His scroll buzzed loudly on the bar counter, breaking the fleeting moment of calm. Qrow's hand hovered over it for a second, contemplating ignoring it. But then he saw the name: Ozpin.

Of course it's you, old man, he thought, rolling his eyes and picking up the scroll.

This wasn't the first time Ozpin had interrupted a night like this, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Oz," Qrow grumbled, leaning back in his chair as he answered the call. "It's late. This better be important."

The familiar, calm tone of Ozpin's voice cut through the static.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Qrow, but there's an incident that requires your attention. It's quite urgent."

Qrow lifted his glass and took a long, deliberate sip before setting it back down.

"Yeah? What kind of 'incident' are we talking about? You've got an entire school of Huntsmen-in-training, and you're calling me?"

Ozpin didn't miss a beat.

"This is beyond what the students—or most Huntsmen, for that matter—could handle. There's a man who appeared in the Emerald Forest today, and he took down nearly 300 Grimm in just ten minutes."

Qrow blinked. He straightened up, his mind trying to process the numbers.

"Hold up. 300 Grimm? In ten minutes? You're sure about that?"

"Quite sure," Ozpin replied evenly. "We've reviewed the footage. He used no visible semblance, no weapons. All hand-to-hand combat, and what appears to be an invisible, passive barrier that made him untouchable."

Qrow's eyebrows shot up. "Untouchable, huh? That's... that's something."

He scratched the back of his head, running through the implications. "And you're sure he wasn't using some kind of fancy tech? Maybe a prototype or—"

"No technology we've seen could explain this," Ozpin interrupted. "This man was fighting Grimm purely with his fists. But the barrier—he didn't activate it; it was simply there, stopping any attack before it could reach him."

Qrow let out a low whistle, his thoughts racing. Someone with that kind of power—enough to take out hundreds of Grimm in minutes, and not break a sweat? That wasn't just unusual; that was dangerous.

"And I'm guessing you have no idea who this guy is?"

"None," Ozpin confirmed. "Which is why I'm calling you. Glynda has reviewed the footage, and while his capabilities are clear, his identity and motives remain a mystery. He destroyed the security camera after making direct eye contact with it. This wasn't an accident."

Qrow raised an eyebrow. "Destroyed the camera, huh? So he knows we're watching. That's bold."

He paused, rolling the idea around in his mind. This guy could be a threat, sure, but he could also be useful—someone with that level of skill and power might be exactly what they needed. But if he was on the wrong side... Qrow didn't want to think about that.

"So what's the play, Oz?" Qrow asked, already knowing the answer.

"I need you to investigate," Ozpin said, his voice steady but serious. "You've dealt with unpredictable, powerful individuals before. I trust your instincts, Qrow. Find out who this man is, what he wants, and if he poses a threat to our plans."

Qrow leaned back in his chair, staring up at the dusty ceiling of the bar.

"You sure about this? I'm not exactly in top form these days. Couldn't you send someone else? I don't know if—"

"Qrow," Ozpin's voice cut in, firmer now. "You're the best person for this. Your instincts are sharp, even now. I need someone who can operate under the radar, who can navigate the unknown. And that's you."

Qrow sighed, tipping his chair back onto two legs as he mulled it over. He hated how Ozpin always knew how to get him to agree, even when he was dead set on saying no.

Maybe it was because Ozpin was right—Qrow had been in more of these situations than anyone else, and despite his constant state of half-drunken disillusionment, he still had the instincts. But damn if it wasn't exhausting.

"Alright," Qrow muttered, standing up and tossing a few lien on the bar. "I'll check it out. But if this guy turns out to be some crazy overpowered lunatic, don't say I didn't warn you."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Ozpin replied, his tone slightly lighter. "Thank you, Qrow. And be careful. This individual is dangerous, whether or not he intends to be."

"Yeah, yeah," Qrow grumbled, ending the call with a flick of his wrist.

He stood by the bar for a moment, glancing at his half-empty bottle of whiskey.

No more of that tonight, he thought.

He had a job to do now, and he wasn't about to screw it up by being too drunk to think straight.

Grabbing his coat from the back of his chair, he slung it on, tightening the straps across his chest as his weapon clanked lightly against his back. The old weight of his sword felt like a familiar burden, one he'd carried for longer than he cared to remember.

As he walked out of the bar, the cold night air hit his face, sobering him up even more. The streets were quiet, and his footsteps echoed as he made his way toward the airship station.

His mind churned through the possibilities. Someone strong enough to take out 300 Grimm in minutes—without breaking a sweat—was either someone they needed on their side or someone they needed to be very, very careful of.

"300 Grimm in ten minutes," Qrow muttered to himself, shaking his head. "This guy better be worth the headache I'm gonna have tomorrow."

With that, he set off into the night, the weight of his task already settling on his shoulders. Whatever awaited him in the Emerald Forest, Qrow knew one thing for sure—it wasn't going to be simple.


Little bit of a longer chapter, took a little while to release because college is getting in the way. Currently focusing on trying to write longer chapters. As always, reviews and criticism is always appreciated.