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Gojo strolled through Vale's streets, his sharp blue eyes taking in the world around him with an air of casual curiosity. The city, with its mix of futuristic and quaint architecture, was a sensory overload, but Gojo was more intrigued by the odd aura phenomenon he had been observing.
His sunglasses were absent, leaving his striking blue eyes exposed to the world, and he didn't seem to mind. If anything, he felt a little more connected to this new place without them.
So, this is Remnant, Gojo thought with a smirk. Interesting setup they've got here. And these auras... What a quirky twist.
He hadn't eaten in a day. Gojo didn't exactly trust wild fruits of unknown species from the forest he was in, nor did he possess any of this world's currency, "Lien", as the locals called it... yet. So his RCT was up and running, a small, constant hum in the back of his mind.
As he walked, his gaze fell on the people passing by. The auras around them were like a visual representation of their presence—a steady, consistent glow that didn't change no matter what was happening around them.
It was a stark contrast to the cursed energy he was used to, which could shift wildly in response to emotions and external influences.
Alright, so these auras are kind of like energy tattoos, Gojo mused, his mind wandering as he continued down the street. Each person's aura is a constant color, like a permanent signature. It's kinda neat, actually. No sudden bursts of energy or freak-out moments—just a steady stream of who they are.
He saw a young man with a vibrant yellow aura, radiating an unchanging brightness that matched his energetic demeanor. Nearby, a woman's calm blue aura remained equally steady, reflecting her serene presence.
I guess if you're stuck with your aura being a permanent fixture, Gojo thought, it's a good idea to keep it steady. You wouldn't want people seeing you in one moment as a bundle of energy and the next as a total mess.
The idea of auras being so stable intrigued him. Back home, cursed energy was volatile and dynamic, often shifting with the tide of emotions and battles. Here, it seemed to be a fixed part of one's identity, a constant.
As he ventured further away from the bustling city center, he found himself in a quieter part of Vale, a park that offered a peaceful respite from the urban chaos. The auras of the people here were more subdued but still unchanging.
Looks like the park's got its own vibe, Gojo noted. Even with the calm environment, everyone's auras are just as steady. It's like the energy of the place doesn't influence the auras—each person's glow stays true to who they are.
He noticed a man sitting alone on a bench, his aura a deep, contemplative blue.
That guy looks like he's got a lot on his mind, Gojo thought with a chuckle. But his aura's not giving away any secrets—still just a steady blue. Kind of like a living mood ring that never changes.
He found it fascinating how the auras didn't fluctuate. In his world, energy fields would pulse and react, but here, they remained a constant presence, unaffected by the immediate environment or emotional state.
This is definitely different from what I'm used to, Gojo mused. But it's kind of refreshing, in a way. No surprises or sudden shifts in energy—just a clear, steady signal of what someone is about.
He appreciated the simplicity of it. It made the world feel more predictable, even if it was new and strange to him.
As he walked through the park, he couldn't help but think about Beacon Academy, the distant silhouette he had seen earlier.
Beacon Academy, huh? That place must be important, Gojo thought. If the Huntsmen are trained there, it's bound to be a key player in all this. And judging by the energy I felt from afar, it's got some serious oomph.
The concentration of energy from the academy was palpable, a stark contrast to the steady auras of the city's inhabitants.
Looks like I might need to pay a visit, Gojo mused with a grin. If Beacon's the center of strength around here, it's probably where I'll find out more about what's really going on. Can't hurt to see if they have any interesting info—or at least some good training. Never know when a new challenge might pop up.
His curiosity was piqued, and he felt a growing sense of anticipation about exploring the academy further.
His thoughts drifted back to the "Emerald Forest" and the "Grimm", he had learned, he had arrived in and encountered.
Those guys were a real piece of work, Gojo reflected with a smirk. But honestly, they were more of a nuisance than a challenge. Took out nearly 300 of them in no time at all. If that's all the threat level is, I bet there's something else lurking behind the scenes.
The Grimm were a primitive threat, easy to handle with his passive Infinity. The real question was what else this world had to offer.
He recalled the murmurs he had overheard about increased Grimm activity and the disappearance of Huntsmen.
Sounds like there's more going on than just mindless Grimm attacks, Gojo thought. If the Huntsmen are disappearing and there's a growing sense of unease, then there's got to be something more sinister at play. Might be worth looking into, don't you think?
As he continued his walk through the park, Gojo couldn't help but enjoy the serenity of the surroundings. The auras of the people around him were calm and steady, perfectly reflecting the peaceful atmosphere.
For a world that's apparently dealing with all sorts of threats, this park's got a pretty good chill vibe. Guess it's nice to get a break from the chaos every now and then.
He found a bench and sat down, taking in the tranquil environment. The auras here were gentle and steady, just like everything else in the park.
It's like the park's energy is in perfect harmony with the people who visit, Gojo mused. Even if their auras don't change, there's something soothing about being in a place where everything feels calm and steady.
His mind wandered back to Beacon Academy.
If the academy is where the best of the best are trained, I should definitely check it out. Maybe they've got some info or insights that could be useful. Or maybe I'll just find a good place to work out. Either way, it's worth a look.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became about the prospect of exploring Beacon and learning more about this world, "Remnant', as people called it.
How fitting.
The park's tranquil atmosphere was a welcome respite, and he decided to sit on a bench, allowing himself to soak in the peaceful surroundings. The auras of the people here were steady and calm, an unchanging reflection of their serene mood.
He noticed a group of people sitting a few benches away, their conversation drifting through the air. Gojo's curiosity piqued, and he let his sharp ears catch snippets of their discussion. He leaned back casually, his demeanor relaxed as he subtly tuned into their conversation.
"Did you hear about the latest attacks?" one man said, his aura a dull orange that matched his anxious tone. "Seems like the White Fang are getting bolder. There were reports of them causing trouble near the outskirts."
"Really?" another voice responded, a woman whose aura was a calming lavender. "I thought they were mostly active in the outer regions. What's their deal now?"
Gojo's interest was immediately captured. The White Fang? That was a name he'd heard tossed around in passing, but he hadn't yet delved into what they were all about. He focused more intently, trying to piece together the fragments of their conversation.
"Yeah, they've been making a lot of noise lately," the first man continued. "I heard they've been clashing with some of the local huntsmen, and it's getting pretty ugly. They're demanding more rights and freedom, but it seems like their methods are getting more violent."
"It's always something with them," the woman replied. "I get that they have grievances, but attacking innocent people and stirring up trouble isn't going to help their cause."
Gojo mulled over this new piece of information.
White Fang, huh? A group with a cause, but they're going about it in a way that's causing more harm than good.
He was intrigued by the idea of a faction within this world that had their own agenda, and it seemed they were causing enough trouble to warrant concern from the locals.
"And the news about the recent disappearances," the first man said, his voice dropping to a more conspiratorial tone. "Some are saying it's connected to the White Fang. I don't know how much of that is rumor, but it's definitely causing a lot of unease."
"Disappearances?" the woman echoed, her voice tinged with alarm. "That's not good. I hope they figure out what's happening before things get worse."
Gojo continued to listen, piecing together the snippets of conversation.
Disappearing people, increasing White Fang activity—seems like there's more going on than just Grimm attacks. If the White Fang are involved, it might be worth looking into. They're clearly causing ripples in the balance of things around here.
As the conversation turned to other topics, Gojo allowed himself to relax a bit more. He glanced around the park, his thoughts buzzing with the new information he had gathered.
Seems like this world has its share of conflicts and complexities, he mused.
And if the White Fang are a major player, they might be worth keeping an eye on. They could have connections or insights that are valuable.
He caught sight of a nearby café and decided to linger around there, figuring it might be a good spot to overhear more conversations. The park's tranquility had its charms, but he was eager to gather more information.
As he walked towards the café, he noticed a few more groups of people scattered around, their auras steady and unchanging, like fixed beacons in the calm night.
Inside the café, Gojo found a seat in a corner where he could listen in on the conversations happening around him. The café seemed to be a popular spot, and it wasn't long before he picked up on more snippets of dialogue that painted a broader picture of Vale's current situation.
"Have you heard about the new restrictions on hunting?" a young man with a bright green aura asked, his tone filled with frustration. "They're tightening regulations, and it's making it harder for us to protect ourselves from the Grimm."
"It's all part of the increased security measures," a woman with a deep red aura replied, her voice laced with concern. "They say it's to keep things under control, but it feels like it's just adding more red tape."
Gojo listened intently, taking in the details.
Increased restrictions on hunting, huh? Seems like the authorities are tightening their grip in response to recent events. Probably a reaction to the White Fang's activities and the growing unease among the citizens.
He reflected on the complexity of the situation.
So, we've got the White Fang stirring up trouble, the authorities cracking down, and people feeling the strain of increased regulations. It's like a perfect storm of unrest. No wonder there's so much tension in the air.
As he continued to listen, he heard more about the White Fang's recent actions. They were apparently becoming more aggressive, targeting specific areas and causing disruptions.
These guys are definitely making waves, Gojo thought. If they're clashing with huntsmen and causing disappearances, they're clearly a force to be reckoned with. And they might be connected to the broader issues at play.
The café buzzed with conversation, and Gojo took in as much as he could. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place. The White Fang were a radical group with a contentious agenda, the authorities were on edge, and the general populace was feeling the ripple effects of the growing conflict.
After a while, Gojo decided to leave the café and continue his exploration. He wandered back through the park, his mind racing with the new information he had gathered.
Alright, White Fang, increased regulations, and disappearing huntsmen. It's clear that there's more going on than meets the eye.
He glanced back towards the park where he had overheard the initial conversation.
I'll need to dig deeper into the White Fang. If they're causing this much trouble, there's probably a lot more to their story. And Beacon Academy could be a key to understanding the broader implications.
Vale, at night, was supposed to be a time for winding down, not for playing detective. Yet here the seasoned huntsman was, perched high in a tree, his eyes trained on the young man who had managed to capture his attention in a way no one had in a long while.
The city's nightlife buzzed below him, but his focus was solely on the stranger whose every move had become a matter of intense scrutiny.
Qrow had been tailing this guy for the better part of the day. His initial curiosity about the stranger had rapidly turned into concern as he witnessed the young man's exceptional skill and apparent ease with a combat style that defied conventional understanding.
The fact that this kid had taken out nearly 300 Grimm with nothing but his bare hands had set off alarm bells in Qrow's head. And now, the kid's casual stroll through the city's quieter areas was only adding more layers to the mystery.
Who are you? Qrow mused, irritation lacing his thoughts. You're like a high schooler playing superhero. Why the hell are you so interested in the White Fang? What's your angle?
Qrow had seen a lot in his time, but the way the kid moved, the way he seemed to be piecing things together, was something different. The kid didn't just wander aimlessly; he moved with a purpose. And that purpose was wrapped in a shroud of confusion that the veteran found both irritating and intriguing.
As the man wandered through the park, Qrow's instincts flared. There was something unsettling about the way the kid took in his surroundings, as if he was trying to decode something that was just out of reach.
His gaze was sharp, his movements deliberate. The park seemed almost too peaceful for the kind of chaos he had witnessed earlier.
This guy's got to have some kind of agenda, Qrow thought, his mind racing. He's got this calm about him, but it's a facade. Something's off, and I need to figure it out before it blows up in my face.
Qrow's attention was momentarily diverted as he noticed the stranger's focus shift toward a group of people discussing the White Fang. The kid's interest was palpable, his eyes locked on the group with a concentration that was almost obsessive.
Qrow's suspicion grew. The stranger's fixation on the White Fang could mean any number of things—none of them particularly reassuring.
So you're interested in the White Fang, huh? the huntsman thought. What's the connection? You're not here just for a casual stroll. You're here for something specific. And I'm going to find out what it is.
From his vantage point, Qrow could see the man's every move. The kid was thorough, methodical. He listened intently to the conversation, his eyes darting from one person to another as if trying to absorb every detail. The intensity with which he followed the discussion was both impressive and troubling.
You're not just eavesdropping, he mused. You're analyzing, figuring out connections. But what are you really after? And why the hell does it matter so much to you?
As the stranger's path took him away from the park and into the busier areas of Vale, Qrow maintained his distance. The city's vibrant energy contrasted sharply with the stranger's detached, almost clinical demeanor.
The kid navigated the streets with a focused, almost dispassionate air, his gaze sweeping across the crowd with an unnerving precision.
Moving through the city like you own it, Qrow thought. What's the play here? Are you scouting for something specific, or are you just getting a lay of the land?
Qrow had spent the entire day shadowing the kid, and his patience was beginning to wear thin. The more he watched, the more questions arose. The stranger's actions seemed deliberate, but their purpose remained frustratingly elusive.
If you're a threat, he thought, I need to be ready. And if you're not, I still need to understand what you're up to. Either way, I've got to get to the bottom of this.
As the night wore on, the stranger's movements took him to quieter, less populated areas. The streets grew darker, and the atmosphere shifted. His wariness intensified. The kid's presence in these secluded parts of the city only added to the growing sense of unease.
Why come here? Qrow wondered. What's your angle? You're leaving the crowds behind, but for what?
Just as he was about to lose patience, something unusual happened. The kid's head turned sharply, as if sensing something. The seasoned fighter's instincts kicked in, and he tensed, ready for any potential confrontation.
But the kid's reaction was different—he didn't seem alarmed or defensive. Instead, he simply locked eyes with a point in the street and then continued walking, as though he had detected something but chose to ignore it.
Shit, Qrow thought, his heart racing. He knows I'm here. He's got some kind of awareness. How the hell did he spot me?
The kid's gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness, his blue eyes scanning the area with an unsettling calmness. Qrow felt a shiver run down his spine.
The stranger's awareness of his surroundings was impressive, and Qrow couldn't shake the feeling that he was dealing with someone far more perceptive than he had anticipated.
You're not just some clueless wanderer, Qrow mused. You've got an edge. And if you're aware of me, then you're more dangerous than I thought.
Despite the tense moment, the stranger did nothing more than glance around before continuing on his path. He didn't make any overt moves or attempt to confront Qrow.
Instead, he seemed content to go about his business, leaving the veteran with a lingering sense of unease.
You're playing it cool, Qrow thought. But there's something more here. I need to figure out what it is before things get out of hand.
As the night continued, Qrow kept his distance, his mind racing with the possibilities. The kid's actions and awareness had added a new layer to the situation. Qrow was determined to uncover the truth behind the stranger's presence in Vale, no matter how long it took.
I'll be damned if I let you slip through my fingers, Qrow thought, frustration mingling with determination. You're a puzzle I need to solve, and I won't rest until I've figured out your role in all of this.
The night was far from over, and the city of Vale held its secrets close. As Qrow maintained his watchful position, he remained vigilant, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.
Whatever you're up to, I'm going to find out.
Qrow had trailed the stranger through bustling city streets and quiet alleys, always keeping a careful distance. The kid's movements were methodical, each step deliberate as if he was piecing together some grand puzzle.
There was an unsettling calmness to him, an eerie sense of control that set Qrow's instincts on edge. This wasn't the kind of behavior that one would expect from an average passerby.
You're playing it cool, but I'm onto you, Qrow thought, irritation mingling with unease. Every move you make, every glance you take—there's something more here. I need to figure out what it is before it's too late.
The stranger's path had led him away from the lively areas of Vale and into quieter, less populated parts of the city.
The huntsman watched from his hidden perch, his thoughts racing. The kid had exhibited an awareness that bordered on the uncanny—he seemed to sense something even when there was nothing overtly threatening in sight.
You're not just wandering, Qrow mused. You're searching for something. Or maybe you're just waiting for something to come to you. Either way, I need to be ready for whatever's coming.
As the night deepened, the stranger's demeanor grew more contemplative. He wandered through the dimly lit streets, his gaze scanning the surroundings with a sharp, almost predatory precision.
Qrow was growing increasingly frustrated. He had tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible, but the kid's heightened awareness had made it clear that he wasn't just an ordinary observer.
Why are you so aware? Qrow wondered, his patience wearing thin. Are you searching for something specific, or are you just a wild card?
Just when Qrow thought he might lose the trail, the stranger's movements took an unexpected turn. The young man stopped in his tracks, his head turning sharply as if he had detected something. The drunkard's heart skipped a beat. He had been following from a safe distance, but it was clear that the kid was aware of his presence.
Damn it, he thought, tensing. He knows I'm here. But how?
The stranger's gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness, his blue eyes reflecting an unnerving intensity. Qrow's instincts screamed at him to stay alert. The kid was clearly aware of his surroundings, and the way he scanned the area was both impressive and disconcerting.
What's going on? Qrow wondered. Why is he stopping now? What does he know that I don't?
In a moment that felt like an eternity, the stranger's gaze locked directly onto Qrow's position. For a split second, their eyes met—blue against the darkness. His breath caught in his throat. The kid's eyes were sharp, unyielding, as if he could see straight through the veil of shadows that cloaked Qrow's form.
Then, without warning, the stranger's calm demeanor shifted. He began to walk purposefully toward the exact spot where Qrow was concealed. His heart raced. He had always prided himself on his ability to remain hidden, but now he was faced with the daunting realization that the kid had detected his presence.
Shit, this is bad, Qrow thought, his mind racing. He's coming right for me. How does he know? What's he planning?
As the stranger drew closer, his instincts screamed at him to act, to move or to prepare for a confrontation. But before he could make a decision, the stranger spoke—his voice cutting through the stillness of the night with a calm, almost casual tone.
"I've been wondering when you'd show yourself," the stranger said, his voice carrying an eerie confidence.
Qrow's eyes widened in surprise. The kid had addressed him directly. There was no mistaking it; the stranger knew exactly where he was and had been waiting for him to reveal himself. He was caught between the impulse to confront the stranger or to retreat and reassess the situation.
He's not even flinching, Qrow thought, his mind racing. He's calm, collected. Whatever's going on here, he's got the upper hand. I need to be careful.
The stranger stopped a few feet away, his expression unreadable. The blue eyes that had seemed so piercing in the darkness were now fixed on him with an intensity that made him feel exposed. The calmness in the stranger's demeanor only heightened Qrow's sense of unease.
"Well," the stranger said, his tone still casual, "I didn't expect you to follow me all the way here. But since you're here, why don't we have a little chat?"
Qrow's mind raced. The stranger's confidence and awareness were disconcerting. This was no ordinary encounter. The kid had managed to detect his presence with a precision that suggested an unusual level of perceptiveness.
How did he know I was here? he wondered. And what's he planning?
Before Qrow could fully process the situation, the stranger's gaze never wavered. The night was silent, the tension palpable. He knew he had to make a choice—confront the stranger and risk a dangerous encounter, or retreat and regroup to gather more information.
This isn't over, Qrow thought, determination replacing his initial surprise. I need to figure out what this guy is really about. And if he's a threat, I need to be ready for whatever comes next.
The young man's presence was unnervingly calm, his blue eyes piercing through the darkness with an intensity that made Qrow's skin prickle. There was something unnerving about the way he had addressed him directly, something that hinted at an awareness that bordered on the supernatural.
His instincts screamed at him to act. He couldn't afford to remain passive, not when the stranger seemed to have a level of awareness that was unsettlingly precise. The decision was made for him; he had to reveal himself and confront the stranger before things escalated further.
With a practiced ease, Qrow shifted out of his bird form, his body morphing from a sleek raven into his human shape. The transition was swift and fluid, a seamless motion that came from years of experience.
As he landed silently on the ground, he kept his movements controlled, his eyes never leaving the young man who had been so unnervingly perceptive.
The stranger stood a few feet away, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. The casual tone with which he had spoken was at odds with the seriousness of the situation. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He needed to maintain control, to not let the stranger's unnerving calmness throw him off balance.
Qrow's eyes narrowed as he took in the stranger's appearance. The kid looked young, almost like a high schooler, with a demeanor that was oddly out of place given the gravity of the situation. His attire was simple, but there was an air of confidence about him that was hard to ignore.
"Well," the stranger said again, his voice breaking through Qrow's thoughts, "now that we're face to face, how about we have that chat I mentioned?"
Qrow took a step forward, his expression guarded. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation. The stranger had managed to detect him despite his best efforts to remain hidden, and now he was challenging him to a conversation.
It was clear that the kid was not just a random passerby—there was something more to him, something that demanded attention.
"I didn't expect you to be so... aware," Qrow said, his voice low and steady. "Most people don't notice a shadow following them."
The stranger's eyes remained locked on him, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Most people don't have the kind of awareness you're dealing with right now," he said, his tone almost amused. "So, what's your angle? Why have you been following me all day?"
Qrow's mind raced as he considered his response. He had spent the entire day trying to piece together the stranger's motives, but the kid's calm demeanor and direct approach were making it difficult to get a read on him.
"I could ask you the same thing," Qrow replied, his voice steady. "You've been out here acting like you're on a mission. What's your interest in Vale? And why the White Fang?"
The stranger tilted his head slightly, his expression thoughtful.
"You've been paying close attention," he said. "I've been observing, just like you. But unlike you, I'm not here to stir up trouble. I'm just... curious."
Qrow's patience was wearing thin. The kid's vague answers and casual demeanor were starting to grate on him. He needed to get to the bottom of this, and fast.
"Curiosity can be dangerous," he said, his tone taking on a sharper edge. "Especially when it leads you to places and people that you don't fully understand."
The stranger's gaze remained steady, his blue eyes reflecting the streetlights with an almost unnatural clarity.
"Dangerous, yes. But also necessary," he said. "Sometimes, you need to understand things beyond the surface to see the bigger picture."
Qrow's frustration mounted. The stranger's philosophical musings weren't helping him get any closer to the answers he needed. The kid's calm demeanor and cryptic comments were only adding to the situation.
"I don't have time for riddles," he said, his voice firm. "If you're involved in something that could threaten Vale or its people, I need to know what it is. And I need to know now."
The stranger's expression shifted slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Threats? I wouldn't worry too much about that," he said. "I'm not here to cause harm. I'm here to understand. And sometimes, understanding means being patient and observant."
Qrow took a deep breath, trying to keep his frustration in check. The kid's attitude was infuriating, but he couldn't afford to let his emotions cloud his judgment. He needed to keep the situation under control.
"Alright," he said, forcing himself to remain calm. "Let's say I believe you. What's your next move? What are you planning to do now that you've gotten my attention?"
The stranger's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.
"Planning? I don't have any grand schemes," he said. "I'm just here to gather information, to see things for myself. What happens next depends on what I find and how I interpret it."
Qrow's mind raced as he tried to piece together the stranger's intentions. The kid's nonchalant attitude and vague answers were frustrating, but they were also revealing. There was a certain confidence in the way he spoke, a sense that he knew more than he was letting on.
As the silence stretched between them, Qrow's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden realization that the stranger had been waiting for him to make a move. The kid had known all along that he was following him, and now that they were face to face, he seemed to be enjoying the game of cat and mouse.
"You're quite the enigma," Qrow said, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and irritation. "But I don't have time for your games. I need to know what's going on, and I need to know it now."
The stranger's gaze softened slightly, and he took a step closer to Qrow.
"Sometimes, understanding comes with time," he said. "But if you're so eager for answers, maybe it's time for you to start asking the right questions."
Before Qrow could respond, the stranger's expression shifted again, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was preparing for something. His instincts flared, and he tensed, ready for whatever might come next.
"Why don't we start with this," the stranger said, his voice low and steady. "You're not the only one interested in what's happening around here. And if you're willing to listen, I might be able to shed some light on the things you're looking for."
Qrow's eyes narrowed as he assessed the stranger's words. The kid was offering information, but there was something in his tone that made him wary. He had to be cautious, to ensure that he wasn't being led into a trap.
"Fine," Qrow said, his voice steady. "But I'm not making any promises. If you're hiding something or playing games, I'll be ready."
The stranger's eyes gleamed with a hint of satisfaction.
"Fair enough," he said. "Let's see where this conversation takes us."
As the night grew darker and the tension between them remained palpable, Qrow knew that this encounter was far from over. The stranger's presence had added a new layer of complexity to the situation, and he was determined to navigate the unfolding narrative with caution and insight.
This is just the beginning, Qrow thought, his mind racing with the possibilities. Whatever this kid's up to, I need to stay sharp and be prepared for anything.
Hope you guys like this chapter! A week with no work or major college assignments due does wonders for my productivity. I will always try to read reviews and act accordingly before posting a chapter, so they are always appreciated.
