Chapter 44: The Huntress of Hope

A/N: I got most of it done a few weeks ago but then Wuthering Waves dropped.

It was nice of the audience to give me as much time as I needed.

We found a private area backstage far from eyes and ears.

Vernal breaking through a few feet of concrete and rebar isn't that odd. I could pull it off with a normal slash. Somehow landing perfectly next to me without any debris hurting anyone is impressive. I'm going to call out Jinn's bullshit on being a mere tourist in Vernal head.

Veritas would have been perfect on her own. I was going to announce to the world she is the new head of the tribe. My mother's dying breath wasn't enough to convince the tribe, mainly because most of the people who heard it died in the conflict.

The issue is Militia. Lil Ms. Malachite made a big deal out of the kidnapping initially but let it silently fizzle out and later made a statement that her daughter is likely dead.

Militia wasn't upset over it because we understood the intent. The tribe won't confirm what happened either. Only a select few knew what happened. As far as most of the tribe is aware, The kidnapping failed yet the target disappeared.

There was no ransom nor did they speak on it. We wanted to let Militia do whatever she wanted as long as it didn't conflict with either side, which isn't much if I'm being honest. Eventually, the kidnapping becomes background noise compared to the main stage events.

Lil Ms. Malachite and I hate each other but there is a begrudging respect and rule of engagement. We don't get our family involved. I should have added not snitching on each other's operations but one of us was going to break it to get one up on each other.

My main goal has always been to overthrow and undermine her power.

I believe Ms. Malachite and I would agree on how much of a DUMBASS MILITIA IS RIGHT NOW.

"Militia," My gaze fell on her," Do you want to plead Stockholm Syndrome to the rest of Remnant?"

"I wasn't going to enter but we hurried," She explained.

Did she gain more confidence? She isn't bowing her head as much or standing behind Vernal.

"You were riding piggyback on the way in. Umber the one that ate the roof," I could barely control my tone," She is still unconscious for God's sake."

She even drag Umber in an undignified manner, by her ankle.

"She started it," Vernal shrugged.

I closed my fist and bonked her on top of her head.

"Ow!"

"That for your little tree project," I growled.

My friends are putting me through a whole spectrum of emotions as of late.

"Ugh," Umber regains consciousness and pushes herself off the ground," If I hit my head any harder, I might become as stupid as you two."

"Whose idea was it?" I asked Umber. She should answer honestly.

"What happened was Militia told Vernal to land on the roof but we came in too fast," She sighed," I blacked out."

"Then why did you shout 'We are here?'" I narrowed my eyes at Vernal.

"We were gonna crash. I may as well make it look good and intentional," She laughed uneasily," Oh no."

I bonked her again.

"Ow!"

"The original plan was for me to hang out on the roof, and use my scroll to talk to y'all but, well, I forgot to leap off and she forgot to slow down," She explained meekly.

I bonked Militia this time.

"Ow!"

I shook my head in disappointment.

"We spar before, Ver. You could stop suddenly," I pointed out.

We ended up with our designated battleground becoming worse. We nicknamed the place Crystal Valley after a few sessions. It is a private spot only we know. It wasn't even originally a valley, either.

"The whiplash might break Militia and Umber's neck," She defended," And Militia wanted to hurry."

"But smashing Umber's head on the roof isn't? You know what? There are more pressing matters," I wanted to drop the issue for a greater one.

"How bold of you, Militia."

"Your speech to the world? Sure…sure…public speaking," Militia seems to tense," I can help you."

This isn't right.

If I recall correctly, Militia tend to be the ones to readily follow orders instead of taking the initiative. That hasn't been the case today.

Another frightened thought crossed my mind. Sun is with my dad. I killed Sun, I mean my dad did.

Sun is dead.

I forgot my promise to them. Crap, I'm sorry, Sun. I'm so sorry.

"How did you escape Dad, Umber?"

"Militia threw your boyfriend under the bus," She bluntly answered," I didn't think she had it in her to be this jealous."

"That's…surprising."

"We met your sisters and they like us!" Vernal cheered.

"I'm not jealous. There was an objective and I did whatever to achieve it," She waved it off," It benefits all of us."

I focus on her aura.

It's a different shade of green.

"Figured it out already?" Militia's demeanor changed.

"You're not her," Umber stated, picking up on the change immediately," Ms. Stockholm Syndrome can take insults better than you. A little rude to let Vernal carry me however she likes."

Melanie stuttered on her I's in a harsh tone. It wasn't shy or uncertain. It is more confident and nonchalant.

Vernal heads swivel back and forth rapidly. Her eyes widened from the revelation.

"Impossible, I've kept a close eye on her. She still has the same perfume on," Vernal pointed out," And the same outfit that can only be bought in Vacuo."

I unsheathed Shūsen and pointed at Melanie's neck.

"I can see your color," I threatened.

"Striking me down won't help anyone," She grabbed the sword, unfazed, with aura flicking in her palm," This is my sister's body. We didn't physically switch, more like switching souls for the time being."

Switching souls? That's similar to my nanny's semblance, Possession. She can control people's bodies as long as they're unresponsive. Flax uses it on Vernal to slaughter Atlesians and Mistral militias. Unfortunately, Ver woke up early and witnessed everything. I'm amazed and worried she kept quiet and passive throughout the whole ordeal.

If I recall correctly, Flaxen would immediately be kicked out of a body if the person resisted even slightly.

Militia can switch with items infused with her aura. Meanwhile, Melanie is Unity. She can form a mental, aura link with people she is close to. I don't know the full extent of it since the first time she used it was in tandem with Militia's switch.

Their semblances sound similar to my mother's semblance, kindred link. It was separated into two parts: Teleportation and linkage.

The thought of their semblances evolving further can make them both a great ally and a difficult enemy.

"What is going on?" I pulled back my sword

"Militia is screaming to switch back after my public stunt" She rubbed her palm," She didn't want to be in the limelight."

"You screw all of us over," I snapped.

"I learned from my mother," She moved her hands into a peace sign," Let's get to the point, I'm willing to help with some conditions."

"Why are you helping?"

"To prove my superiority," She smirked," My sister wants to bring peace but she doesn't know how. You want to fix the world but know it is an uphill battle and I won't let you take down my mother's new Empire, get it?"

"You're not making any sense," Umber gritted her teeth.

"Let me simplify it, I will be nothing If you are crushed by the weight of the world," She expressed with a hint of desperation," I will defeat you. That's all I ever wanted."

Umber laughed at the prospect. Vernal shook her head in disappointment. Melanie is driven by her ego and jealousy. She made it clear many months back.

"Do you want me to admit you're better?"

"Yes, accept my help and you will see the proof," She leaned forward," You're going to crack under the pressure. I'll be leading you, Aka-sama."

I unintentionally took a step back. Melanie pressed forward.

"Let's form a link and I'll whisper everything you need to say," She whispered into my ears.

"What if you try to switch souls or spots," I pushed her away.

"Souls, the spiritual, is my ability and requires both parties to agree," She slid back," Physical objects are my sister's ability. I'm sure you tested the limits of her semblance. Mil and I can switch physically because of our connection."

"That's why you chose to switch souls because we would immediately detect your presence," I analyzed," You tricked your sister and forced a situation where she revealed herself."

I look at Vernal in disapproval. She and Militia got manipulated into following Melanie. Umber didn't get a chance to voice her objection before being whisked away.

"Especially since all four of you," She refers to Vernal, Umber, her sister, and me," Aren't capable of speeches or handling a crowd. My mother trained me for this type of situation as the heiress of the Empire. Accept my help, link up with me, Grimm child."

"I can handle it."

"No, you can't."

"I. CAN."

"No. You. Can't."

I can't.

I can't walk up to the podium without freezing up. I don't trust being linked to Melanie. I don't know the specifics of such a connection. But I hate every second of being in front of a crowd.

"We are enemies. I made that clear."

"And I don't want my enemy to be any less of a threat, I've made that clear."

That isn't a normal way of handling a threat. You don't wait for your enemy to gain their full power. You kill them, no words, no grandiose. Melanie is a fool.

Is she secretly helping us? Or planning to corner me down the line?

"Can we just kick your ass until you give our friend back?" Umber grabbed Melanie by the neck. She didn't squeeze but held her hand in place.

Vernal wanted to break up the confrontation before it exploded.

"You have always been the one to speak on our behalf, Melanie," I agreed," Maybe I should form a link."

"Akame! Are you insane?!" Umber shouted.

"I wanted to conquer Vacuo so I could skip out on a public appearance. Maybe fake my death, again," I sighed.

"It's the truth, my mother is in a meeting far from home," She gently held Umber's wrist with both hands," Now sit down, dog."

Umber went from standing to flat on her back in an instant.

I wasn't going to accept the deal in the first place but her disrespect toward Umber sealed her fate. She can make me beg for help but hurting my friend/sister is far harder to stomach. I'm not going to forget this transgression.

"I believe you," I stared into her eyes ready to give my answer," But you can forget about helping me. I already made enough deals with devils. I'm not making one with an imp. Give Militia back her body and never link to her again."

"I can help you and Militia with the crowd."

"And? It was just a speech explaining what I want and why Militia is with us," I helped Umber stand up," There are not enough details on what your semblance does."

Melanie's eyes started twitching. She lifted a hand to her head and growled in annoyance. I used my aura detection to see her color. It's flickering.

"Gods dammit, Militia. It-it can't be! This is a-AAGH!" She raged," Both of you are going to di-AAH!"

"You mention switching souls requires both consent. Our friend wants her body back," I sheath my sword," It seems you are telling the truth but it doesn't change the fact of the matter."

"I will be better, stronger than you," She vowed," It can't be…that wasn-"

Melanie stopped talking mid-sentence.

"You are nothing like your mother. You aren't Ozpin, Ironwood, nor are you a mastermind. You're just a little girl using grade school tactics," I listed out," You can train your combat prowess. You can exercise your mind. You could become a capable leader but at the end of the day, end of your life, You won't come close. I'll still be beyond your reach because I won't relent in what I want."

"You changed-" She gritted her teeth," Let me speak damnit!"

It doesn't seem like she is focusing on me.

"Melanie, Before you go. I'm going to tell your mom what you did. We promise each other to keep Militia out of our war. You just betrayed your mother," I revealed.

Melanie gasped realizing her dire mistake. She turned pale and struggled to speak. It sounded muffled like someone was holding her voice back.

"She didn't tell you? Aren't you the heiress?" I leaned into her ears," Thank you, For turning the situation in my favor."

She collapsed like a puppet. The color of her aura fades as Militia gradually returns.

The real twin dusts herself off.

"That's the first time I've seen you look down on someone like that," Militia pointed out," My sister isn't you or them but…"

"What I say doesn't mean what I believe. She can become a threat but not right now," I explained," She helped us more than she harmed."

"Wh-what do you mean? She revealed me to the world. My mother is going to freak out!" She dropped to her knees," I'm dead. So…so dead."

Yep, That's Militia.

"Melanie is in trouble, not us. More importantly, We made a deal not to get our families involved. Your sister broke that deal," I explained," But why does your sister want to link with me? Doesn't she hate my guts?"

"Umm, Her semblance evolved. It-it's…"

"Spit it out," Umber poked her head," I'm still upset at you for letting your sister take over. I thought you were smarter than this girl."

Umber smacked Vernal but she predicted it and blocked.

"No killing," I snapped my finger at them before it devolved into another fight," Evolved? How so?"

"Mel semblance is no longer just connecting auras and telepathy communication," She gulped," She can copy semblances."

"What!?" Umber and Vernal yelled.

That's possible?

"Switching souls isn't a normal function?" I asked.

"I don't think it is, she, like, somehow figured out how to do it through our link."

And you fell for it.

No, Something isn't right.

How would they differentiate between soul and physical switching? Melanie is forced to get out of Militia's body sounds painful. Those words and her tone sounded like a betrayal rather than a plan gone wrong.

"Is your sister well?"

"Huh?" She blinked.

"We will talk more about this."

I have a theory on what is going on. Militia is a liar.

"Akame! Akame! AKAME! AKAME!" The crowd is cheering louder and louder. I could hear them from here.

I need to think fast on two fronts. What I'm going to say on my speech and Militia scheming. Melanie's poor attempt at manipulation gave me the boost needed to handle the situation on my own.

"You know what to do boss?" Umber said mockingly.

"I forgot."

"I'm surrounded by idiots."

"You just took some brain damage so you'll be joining us too!"

"Shut up, Ver."

These girls are my greatest headache and supporters. We have given each other reasons to hate, distrust, and even backstab one another. Yet, We are loyal. There's a deep understanding of each other's motives and dark secrets. It is paradoxical and makes sense.

I walk to the side of Militia as the two kids continue to bicker.

"When did you switch?"

"Right after I picked up Umber," She revealed," I fainted mid-flight forcing Ver to the ground. It wasted valuable time resulting in the rush you just saw. I'm not sorry about your boyfriend."

Militia outwitted her sister instead of the other way around. She tricked all of us and the pieces naturally aligned even with a few hiccups.

"The truth will come out," I whispered," Why does she have such a powerful semblance?"

"Unity is capable of copying if the connection is strong enough. It's impressive but will never be the full ability of the original. I can switch objects and now souls. She can only do objects while physically switching is still between us. I gaslight her into thinking it is a part of her ability because I have it," She confirmed," Please trust my plan."

The variety of semblance is as varied as each person. What kind of soul does Melanie have if she can copy others' abilities but not fully?

I'm going to guess Melanie wanted to use my semblance. The issue is that it could kill her. My semblance is physically, mentally, and aura-intensive. It is like steroids and drugs mixed into a suicidal concoction. It forces you into a path of destruction. You could tear ligaments and break bones but wouldn't notice it until your movement got sluggish.

It does increase the rate of aura regeneration and healing. The issue is whether or not those traits transfer to Melanie. It is a semblance meant for the downfall of my opponent and myself.

"How should we handle this mess? Did you know your sister was going to expose you?"

"I wasn't sure, sorry," she bowed her head," I've been talking to her or, well, she talks to me mostly in secret."

"You're not supposed to," I raised my voice.

"You would do the same! I miss her and she misses me," She snapped back," Mel promised to help you but umm well…Now I need to be on stage. I just want peace."

"I'll keep this a secret from the others. I didn't know you could betray your sister like that."

"She did it to herself," She rubbed her palm in pain," Akame, Is it okay if I call my mom? Before Mel reaches her first? Please?"

I'm impressed. She gives herself a win condition no matter what Melanie does. I wonder if Militia's peace talk comes with a victory condition no matter the result.

"Go ahead," I tossed her a burner scroll," She gave me her number to trash talk. I left it blocked."

"You…had her number the entire time?"

"An agent came by just to give me the contact information. I let him leave Vacuo alive," I shrugged.

"Did you let him leave? For real?"

"Yes, he drowned in international waters."

"Akame…"

"I'm joking. I don't kill a messenger," I sighed," I'll head to the stage before someone forces their way back here."

"You can…joke?"

If Melanie helped me with my speech and not revealed Militia or attempted to form a link, it would have gone smoothly for all of us. It would feed her ego and lessen my fear of being on stage. I'm completely okay with begging her for help. That's how much I hate it.

If she succeeded in having me form a link, Melanie would end up dead or dying from using my semblance. Assuming she could activate it in the first place.

But she chose the worse option which is in my and Militia's favor. Melanie is at fault for the breach of contract. She wouldn't tell the truth because it would hurt her pride. She will lie and say it is my fault but Malachite will notice. Melanie would dig herself into a bigger hole once the truth came out.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. One day, You'll have to make a tough choice. Your friends or your family," I walk back to the stage.

"Neither," She shouted. She's going to regret it one day.

Oh right, the entire world is watching me, us.

Damn it.

"One more thing," I spoke softly. Vernal and Umber are still at each other's necks," How did you learn how to swipe souls?"

That sounds like an ability you normally couldn't find without searching for it directly. That's the natural progression with semblance. It could become something more than its base function.

"I meditated underneath a tree Vernal was nurturing. Those kinds of trees."

I stopped to think and concluded.

Of course…

Normal PoV

Malachite Castle

She woke up with a pained groan. She didn't know how long she was out but stood up, shouting.

Melanie threw a makeup kit out her window. She couldn't believe it. Militia tricked her. The shy and obedient girl is showing a different side of herself. She ranted and screamed while the other occupant in the room watched silently.

How could she, Mother's favorite, fall for her lies?!

"Switch! Back! Switch! Back! Mil! I know you can hear me! Why isn't Soul Swap working?!" She screamed louder.

She is the successor. She was taught how to control and how to lead. Melanie knows more about the real world and the underworld even at a very young age. She should be the superior twin in every SINGLE way.

Trivia watches the scene with amusement through her heterochromia pink/brown eyes. She lay on Mel's bed waiting for the rant to be over.

Melanie snapped her head toward her friend.

"How did she outsmart me?! ME!"

Trivia rolled her eyes.

"I may have not seen her in ten months. She couldn't change that much."

The mute girl nodded and tilted her head.

"She ran away because she was lazy! Mil didn't want to put in the work."

Trivia snapped her fingers.

"I copied your semblance," Melanie's body shines, becoming a mirror image of Trivia," See?"

The mute laughed silently.

"I get it. Militia somehow evolved her semblance and kept it hidden. I developed mine and bragged about it."

Trivia threw a throwing knife at Melanie. The twin ducked in response and was about to attack the girl. Until she realized the knife didn't make the right sound. It should have hit the door and embedded itself with a thud.

It sounded like glass shattering. She looks back at the knife breaking apart with barely a scratch on the door.

"That's…new?"

Trivia winked.

"Aura issues, I know. I'm totally going to burn out unless I can scout out the right semblance," Militia rolled her eyes," Then I need to be close allies with them or bitter enemies. The former is easier to get them to comply with."

The mute got off the bed and tossed Mel a notecard.

"What is this?" She read it," You want me to be close with them? Wait, These are Mother's orders."

She sees several names from prominent families. It shouldn't be hard for her to pull off. Pretending to be nice isn't a problem. The Prime Minister's daughter has been taking acting lessons and classes on social etiquette.

Melanie scroll ring.

She glanced at it and did a double-take. It was a group call from two people she didn't want to see. Melanie's disguise cracked away immediately.

Trivia excused herself out of the room. It was nice hanging out with the other twin for a short while. But what comes next is family drama; the mute already has enough of it at her home.

Melanie accepted the group chat once Trivia was far away.

"H-hey, Mom. Militia! It's great to see you," She stuttered," Are your captors treating you well?"

"You need to tell our mother about what you did," Mil deadpanned," I already gave my side of the story."

"Both of you girls are in trouble," Malachite groaned," Unfortunately! Only one of you is within punishment distance. AND ONLY ONE OF YOU RUINED MY CONTINGENCY."

Melanie felt her knees getting weak.

"I'll keep it simple," Malachite stared directly at Mel," I HAD a plan to make her victory hurt as much as possible. I told you to focus on your studies and semblance. There are zero reasons why you should get involved."

"I wanted to help, mother," She meekly said.

"Turn on the Gods damn TV, Any channel," Malachite commanded and she followed through immediately," Before YOU interfered, She was a moment away from fainting on stage. Now look at her!"

The way Akame approached the podium felt like a different person. She didn't hesitate and her breathing didn't betray her this time. Akame gained a confidence boost from Melanie's failure.

Milly knew it was out of character for Akame to make such a bold move to reveal herself and thought it was a red herring. Thus Malachite took a gamble and banked on the idea that Akame would go public but put off preparation. Or she is prepared but a forced reveal might be enough to make her look weak.

This is if turning the Academy against Akame failed. It did and now she is almost out of cards. The only path left is one final hand she is yet to reveal.

"Mother wanted to make her a fool in front of the world," Militia added," Now I have to get on stage, too."

"Can't you not," Mel's eyes twitched.

"Like I wish! The journalists will demand to know how I'm treated and my family will be relieved to know I'm alive," She nodded," I'm scared to get on stage but…I'm more scared for you."

"Bitch," Melanie cussed.

Melanie wanted to tell her mother the truth. Sure, She'd exposed Militia to mess with her sister and force Akame to comply. She knows Akame's cold, indifferent façade is only on the outside. Akame is an asocial mess.

Mel would never have done it if Mil hadn't gaslighted her into doing so.

It would mean admitting her less capable sister won. Melanie would rather make the loss her fault or blame someone else for it instead of being bested by a lesser. Unfortunately, She had no one to blame besides Akame.

"Akame outsmarted me, Mother," She bowed her head," She isn't the same mindless berserker when she first came to us. That demon child has a way with words. I wanted her semblance but she was too clever."

Militia's lips almost twitched into a smile. She had to force a frown.

Her mother didn't know Melanie was the one to initiate a switch 10 months ago. It led to an awkward meeting with her mom and Melanie spending girls' night with her friends. It still requires consent between the two but since Melanie initiated it, She decides when the switch back happens. Akame didn't get the full story that night either.

Thus, She initiated a switch under her terms but with one major difference. She switches souls.

"Indeed she is. I will have to make a statement and demand for my missing daughter's safe return," She exhaled," I'm not done with you, sweetheart. I'll be home in three hours. You better keep your mouth shut! No posting on social media, I don't even want you to leave your room before I get home, or have friends coming over."

"But Trivia-"

"Kick her out and think about what you've done," Malachite closes the chat.

The girl crawled into bed. She buried her face into the pillow and screamed. Meanwhile, Trivia was already making her way out of the house and calling her legal guardian to pick her up.

Ironwood is conflicted. He doesn't hate Akame Branwen as much as he hates Malachite. James acted outside his elements. He thought he was capable of cloak and daggers. The general failed to gain her trust. He ended up making enemies of both of them.

He was in a conference room with the councilors, a few key businessmen, other important politicians, and military figures. He didn't bother speaking to anyone in the room as they made small talk about current events and mundane work.

"And to no one's shock, Akame revealed herself in Vacuo," A woman with blonde hair arrived late to the meeting.

"Ms. Hill, Glad you can join us," He faked a smile," I heard you finally got Mantle under control."

"Flaxen is still out there in the tundra," She sat down with a thud and planted her foot on the table to the disgust of everyone nearby.

Flaxen del Nel remains Atlas' most wanted terrorist. A ruthless killer that evades the might of Atlas and outwits the Happy Huntresses. It is rumored her crime and evil act have gained the respect of the Grimm themselves.

The public believes it's just rumors to inflate her achievements but the inner circle knows the truth. Flaxen is without a doubt an agent of Salem.

She won't rest until Atlas is burned to the ground.

"What took you so long to get here?" Ironwood glanced over.

"Diplomatic meeting with the tribe over what happened," She explained," They're just as surprised as we are."

"How is Mantle taking the news?"

"There isn't a home not tuned in to the battle beforehand and staying for the speech. She's a friend of my people," she nodded.

The treatment of Atlas soldiers vs. Mantle conscripts is night and day during the war. The Branwen tribe would ransom and torture Atlesian. Mantle conscripts are often offered to join. They are still respected and given proper accommodation even if they refuse.

It got so bad during the later years, that Atlas started forging documents and telling their soldiers to lie about what city they were from.

It helped boost Akame's image as an ally to Mantle.

Although, Akame has nothing to do with it. Raven ordered Mantle conscripts to be treated like guests. The tribe lied about Akame being behind it and despite it being debunked, People believe the lie.

"How are your people taking the news?"

"The affluent members of society want me to carpet bomb Shade," He rubbed his temple," And invade the capital with the full might of the military."

"Are you?" She asked, concerned.

"No."

Atlas would win in the short term. There will be funding and support from more militant factions.

It wouldn't be worth the long-term effect. They are already on thin ice with the failures in Mistral. It will lead to increased political and economic isolation. As well as a resurgence in Grimm attacks, rearmament, and violent resistance.

"I'm sure you learned your lesson about meddling in other kingdoms' affairs beyond Grimm's control," She smirked," Maybe you can divulge some resources to some orphanages instead of bombing them."

"It would be Atlas's duty to stop uprisings of established governments by a violent insurgency," He revealed," But there are none here. Ms. Branwen is playing it safe."

Ironwood has a fleet watching the tribe on the western shores of Vacuo. Meanwhile, Cordovin and her Exiles are willing to strike if given a valid reason. He knows Akame is strong for her age but strong isn't going to stop the saturated bombing of her general area. Overwhelming firepower is the protocol for dealing with the Spring Maiden and Akame.

"Or you're paranoid," Robyn said," Speech is starting."

"Let's see what she has to say."

Akame POV

The pounding in my ears isn't the cheer of the audience. I see a room packed past its capacity. They clamor to get a better look at their hero, a celebrity, whose talent is dealing death.

Is that the type of person they expect?

I'm not that type of person. I killed a handful during my private war with Ms. Malachite. I take no pride or joy from such actions. I didn't even know I slipped into my old self. It's like choosing to eat a chocolate bar instead of an apple. It just happened.

Maybe I am that kind of person.

'You're not here to seek redemption, You're here to find excuses!'

Is it too late for me?

What type of speech would they want from me?

They want me to denounce the other kingdoms. Vacuan loves their hero because I stood against the kingdoms that ruined their home. I can rule if becoming a huntress fails.

I would never do it. I'm not a ruler. The people would be welcoming of my ascension but that will never be me. Some dream of becoming a powerful, larger-than-life figure. I dream of a normal life. That alone is a grander delusion.

I have a plan now. I thought about all this within seconds, adapting to my situation.

The time I spent being tormented by Salem helped me adapt. She used every single manipulation tactic and all forms of suffering to make that false reality a living hell to break me.

She failed.

I resisted and became accustomed to pain. Through repetition, It allows me to read her like a book. She forced her blood into my body to transform me into a monster. Instead, It only strengthened my humanity.

I adapted to Salem after what felt like decades.

I observe the way she carries herself. Even the slightest twitch of her muscle and inflection are noted. The power that she wields even if it falsifies in the dreamscape. I read it all.

That is why I no longer fear her.

I can adapt her persona to mine. The authority and confidence she exhibits are uncontested.

I will adapt traits from my enemies.

Malachite rhetoric swayed the population with emotions and grand promises that may or may not be followed through. She's a good liar turning her followers into a cult-like force.

Theodore is the beacon of morality. He is loud and proud of his ideals with the strength to match. I respected him. He's in the same position of power as I am. If our strength gets subverted, everything will fall apart.

Ironwood is no-nonsense and straight to the point. He earned his position through hard work and dedication. The general isn't a boastful speaker nor able to finesse his rule. He is simply competent and efficient in his career. Thus earning the loyalty of his army and students.

Those four are the types of powers I analyzed the most. There are lesser powers like Fang and Robyn but they're still at the mercy of one of the above. They rule their corner of Remnant as individuals. I will adapt to it all no matter how much it scares me.

I can't be loud and charismatic. I can't perfectly replicate all their traits and don't plan to. I must add my own identity.

What should it be?

The first words that came out of my mouth will be my main point. The crowd fell silent.

"You all know my name and heard my declaration on the battleground," I said loud and clear," I will tell the world again. My name is Akame Branwen, daughter of the most wanted woman, the Bandit Queen child, the Shinigami of Anima, and many more names. I'll add a few more. I will be the youngest Huntress in history and the bane of Grimm and all that is evil. I am the one to permanently erase Grimm from my birth island, Patch."

The crowds mumbled among themselves. It's a shocking revelation that seems impossible. Grimm will always return no matter what. They are a force of nature and the unifying enemy of humanity. The world is doing much better with holding existing territories but large-scale expansion has often failed.

"My existence after that day is ingrained into the collective of humanity's enemies. There are rumors about me. Those rumors aren't true but I'm capable of meeting and surpassing them. I'm sure no one can predict 20,000 Alpha Grimm kills within a few hours. On top of single-handedly weakening the forces of Grimm enough for a kingdom to be saved. You should be thanking me, Ms. Malachite, and her cronies."

The crowd cheered in awe at my ability. It killed me in the end. But that is not what Remnant sees. They saw my non-stop slaughter of their enemy.

My next part is the reason why I choose to reveal myself in public. I want to show my true self. Instead of the monster Atlas and Malachite regime made me out to be. The tales from my side are also getting out of hand. I won't convince my enemies now but maybe I can plant the seeds.

"That is why I offer my redemption and a deal with Atlas, Vale, and Mistral. I'm calling for an end to pointless bloodshed and to work toward a common goal of improving the world and taking this planet back from the Grimm."

I can hear skepticism from the majority of the crowd. I didn't want to seem too 'out of character' to my supporters. It is a balancing act between getting what I want, not rallying my enemies, and keeping my fanatics in check.

"I have my reservation about Atlas and Mistral. The shining beacon of Solidus is now nothing more than a privatized army hired out by mega-corporations. I can see those strings tinman."

The crowd murmured in agreement. Now it's Malachite's turn.

"Ms. Malachite is doing a great job of becoming a dictator and the world is praising her for it. I'm not saying a reform to a failed government is wrong. But consolidating power to one person sounds like the making of another Empress."

The people are on my side. I let a smile slip.

"My goal isn't to destroy the world. I'm not an anarchist nor a cold-hearted killer. I'm just a girl that wants to right her wrongs, not just for myself but the tribe and anyone alongside me."

I'm doing good so far.

"I want to apologize to the Schwarz family for the death of Aaron Schwarz. I was just a child with an out-of-control semblance. I couldn't think straight. Everything after that is rumored by opportunists using my name to incite bloodshed and gain more power."

Now that I clear that out.

"To those of the Branwen Tribe, We are no longer bandits and I will no longer be your leader."

Now it's Vernal. I thought about revealing the truth about her royal lineage. I decided against it because she still needs time to learn. I can't criticize Malachite for becoming a dictator and appointing my own. She can rule Western Vacuo for now.

"There are three rules I want to be honored. We will become a bastion against evil. Second, We will be a place of redemption for the broken and hope for the lost. Finally, My mother and I had named a succession to the tribe. Vernal Easter, please step out."

Vernal momentarily froze up. Militia gently nudged her. Umber kicks Vernal's lower back, forcing her forward. Militia lightly smacks the leg and reprimands Umber. Vernal started cursing out Umber for the world to see.

My friends are idiots.

This could work with her image. She isn't a prim and proper role model or a professional politician. She is the leader of a bunch of outcasts.

"All those that heard about the succession are either dead or hiding out in Atlas. I'm getting tired of hearing my people belittle the true successor."

I shook my head.

"Girls stop fighting," I calmly said," Vernal, Wave hello to the world."

There she is. The new leader of the Branwen Tribe. The demon mark tattoos coating her right side are proof.

"I would be honored to take over the role," She bowed.

"The proof is on her skin. Those markings are penned by me and tattooed by a local artist. There isn't a greater seal of approval out there. What more does she need?" I narrowed my eyes at the cameras. I send a clear message to those who keep doubting Vernal legitimacy," If anyone doubts my decisions, prove it to me. Because I'll visit often."

I essentially told the tribe to come fight me if they doubted my authority. I hope they pick up the nuance of what I'm saying. I'm not abandoning the tribe like Qrow nor am I directly leading them like my mother. I want them to behave but be combat-ready.

I need to be wary of dissidents.

"Thank you, You can step back now," I nodded.

She backed away quickly.

The crowd was impressed by the tattoo. The markings my semblance creates are aesthetically pleasing to look at.

So far so good. I haven't made a major slip-up. I could end it here. I think I went over all my major points.

Let's see…

I want to become a huntress.

I handed power over to Vernal.

I apologize for my actions and wish to change.

I give direct orders to the tribe to behave.

I lied about the nonexistent Grimm on Patch being my doing.

I talked about the other kingdoms.

I think that's it.

I glance over to our hostage. Umber technically counts as one because Atlas is asking for her back. That's unfortunate for them because my dad is working on adoption papers. He was planning to surprise Umber on her birthday to make her an official part of the family. Whether she wants to or not.

I know she feels like an intruder even if Yang, Ruby, and I look nothing alike. Yang's facial features lean toward her Vale origin and mine is Mistanese despite being twins. Meanwhile, Ruby looks more like her mother.

I wanted to talk about Umber but decided not to. She doesn't hold as much significance as the other two. She is simply an orphan taken in by the tribe.

We grew up together. We went through both the good and bad throughout our childhood. I hate to admit it but I relate more to Umber than my own flesh and blood sisters.

"There is not much for me to talk about. Ms. Miltia Malachite is treated with the utmost respect and dignity. She is never put in any danger and her reasoning for staying with the tribe is noble."

Militia walked out.

"It-It's true. I'm here to peacefully negotiate with the tribe," She voiced," I have never been mistreated by Vernal. I'm also kept hidden from the majority of the tribe to have private talks with the higher-ups. I'm the one who convinced the tribe to stop the bloodshed in south Mistral. I also aided in the humanitarian crisis on the West Coast. In secret and with a disguise of course."

I glance over at Umber and read her lips.

'She didn't do shit!'

I concur. Vernal is even giving Militia the side eye.

"I'm sorry for scaring everyone," Militia did a cutesy bow.

Vernal and Umber shared a rare moment of solidarity. They petted each other's shoulders and sighed deeply. I'll echo the sentiment. She has lived carefree for the last 10 months, barely any work outside occasional training, and never followed through with her goals. Melanie was right.

Fine, That freeloader can claim these achievements. At least she doesn't cause organization-ending problems like Vernal. While Umber occasionally gets me into minor scuffles. I mentally sigh. I still love those three.

"You did great. I'm sure your mother would be proud," I forced a smile.

"It's my honor and I wish you luck on your endeavor to become the world's greatest huntress," She spoke professionally.

"Thank you, I think you'll make a wonderful Prime Minister one day," I motioned," Especially with how hostile Lil Ms. Malachite and Vernal are to each other. A true diplomatic miracle we could learn from. Your sister must look up to you."

Militia sense an entrapment.

Malachite views Vernal as a child spoon-fed power and not a worthy rival. I'll admit that's true to a degree. Between being the one in a million to receive the maiden power and asking for the answers to being overpowered. She is more akin to an unstable bomb that can level cities.

The issue is power can only take you so far.

I once read a story, Romance of the Three Empires. There was an ancient Mistranese general who was once viewed as the strongest in the land. He was an awful person to work with. He often betrayed those around him to meet his own goals until there was no one left to save him.

Vernal isn't that person because she has a sense of camaraderie and regret. But both of them can be led astray. She is only an average fighter without her maiden powers. It would only be a matter of time.

"Thank you again but my spotlight isn't on me. This is your special day, Akame," She stepped away before I could bombard her with questions.

Now I have covered everything. I'm going to bed the sooner this is over. After I go see Sun's aunt. I need to close my speech after making myself known to this world.

"My desire isn't complex. I want redemption. I want to save the world. I want a new normalcy beyond Grimm and I won't do it alone," I let my emotions speak and let my aura flare.

The people gasped in shock and amazement. The concept of a visible aura isn't unheard of. There are hundreds of records in Remnant's history of great warriors with an abundance of aura with the downside of becoming a magnet for Grimm.

A large aura reserve doesn't mean they can't be taken down. It requires more effort to defeat them. It would be like going against a Goliath or a Paladin. The result is a rare occasion when a group of humans with weaker reserves are fighting alongside Grimm to take down that warrior. It has happened beforehand.

The Crown learned that lesson the hard way.

The anomaly is my plentiful aura isn't attracting Grimm. There isn't even a small Grimm bird attempting to come peck at me from the open ceiling. It is a contradiction that shouldn't be possible by logic in this world. It adds to the mystique of my ability.

The crowd beckoned for more of my words. They expect me to be a terrorist/anarchist/freedom fighter. I am what I hate to represent.

The strong survive and the weak fall. If you can survive here, then you're welcome here. The first motto is from fools justifying their actions and the second doesn't have a choice. I chose another option.

I hate being on stage but this is what must be done. This will be the rare occasion I speak to the world from henceforth.

There are a lot of cameras and news reporters focusing on me. Which one should I choose for my closing act? I want to give it a personal touch.

Mistral is likely going to edit and crop out my speech, Assuming it even airs at all. Vacuo isn't necessary unless I want the admiration to turn into religious fervor. Atlas would take it as an insult to their ability.

Which leaves Vale, my home kingdom.

I see a silver-haired journalist enraptured by me. I look her directly in the eyes and then at the camera.

I reached out to the viewers.

"I don't care if you don't believe my words or If you believe I'm a grimmified human. My actions from this day forth are the truth and not false lies."

I let my aura flare even more. I recall what I was fighting for. The world is in a delicate balance even before I'm born. One bad breach or a misfire can tilt the world into an apocalypse.

"For the sake of peace and the future. I want to inspire others to change themselves for the better. I can back up my words with every sword swing and lives I'll save."

My heart pounds in my chest like a jackhammer. I'm building anticipation for my final line and to pace myself.

I need to make it idealistic and vague enough. Ruby immediately came to mind. I wonder if it is a genetic trait to be a hero. All silver-eyed warriors tend to share the sentiment. The first to enter the battlefield and the last to leave, often, never leaving alive. That isn't the way to live life.

She will no longer be burdened by it.

"My name is Akame Branwen. I will become the Huntress of Hope."

The crowds roared with applause. It got even louder as I bowed and excused myself off stage.

It felt cathartic. I still want to dig an abyss-sized hole and jump into it. That took every last bit of mental strength.

I got backstage without any issues.

I did it. I got through th- weight of the world finally got to me.

I only see darkness with a sliver of blurry colors…

…My face hurts…I face-planted in front of the girls.

I'm too beyond caring to feel embarrassed. I'm done with today.

I can hear the kids, Vernal and Umber, freaking out over it. Both for my health and Miltia crying for being forced on stage. That's too bad, Militia. If I'm losing, you're coming down with me.

Suddenly, It felt as if I was weightless like I was floating through space again.

"Cover Akame up! We won't let the public see her like this," Cali ordered. I could hear more of them rushing over.

Girls…Night Raid…Handle my body with care.

"Help us load the body!" Umber ordered.

"Uugh, Akame is lighter than expected," Militia complained.

"Let us help," A familiar voice entered the conversation.

"What the-How did y'all get backstage?" Umber stuttered.

I tried opening my eyes but couldn't. I just wanted to rest and fade away. I need to see Sun's aunt and keep her quiet.

No…I'll take care of it tomorrow…

"Punch," I heard knuckles cracking.

"Weave!" A high-pitched voice cheered.

Yang? Ruby?

When did they get here?

"Huntress of Hope," Ruby trailed off," Amazing."

Oh? So they arrived around the end of my speech. It sounds corny. I didn't know what to say next hence the delay. I wanted it to be memorable.

I almost called myself a Hero of Justice. But something in the back of my mind told me I was neither heroic nor suicidal enough.

I hate being called anything monarchy-related. King/Queen of Huntsman/Huntress was out of the question.

There are other titles and names given to me over the years. But it wouldn't work. Shinigami, Death Dealer, and Demon Child aren't titles that inspire good deeds.

Hope is a word that comes close to what I, no, humanity need. I thought about a title relating to redemption but Hope also encapsulates the desire for a better tomorrow.

I need hope after everything I went through.

Trauma might be an understatement.

The Huntress of Hope.

I'll stay on that path. And maybe…just maybe…There is someone else worthy of following it.

"How did she activate her semblance? Didn't Akame say it needs to be specific," Yang added while I willingly gave myself to sleep.

I did?

A/N: Rereading my story.

I should add that Akame would be a trustworthy, honorable enemy to Ironwood. In contrast, Team RWBY lied to him and made the situation worse by going behind his back. Akame knows Ironwood isn't built for lies and deception. He could keep secrets but that part of being in Oz group. It's a backhanded compliment.

8 YEARS I HAVE BEEN HOLDING ON TO THAT TITLE. The whole reason this story even exists is from that one inspiration. I haven't forgotten what I wrote in the summary either.

It is about Akame's struggle between good and evil. Destiny and free will. There are very few things in black and white just like in real life. Except for mosquitoes and Grimm, Those are pure evil.

Yes, The story has a lot of angst but there is light at the end of the tunnel. I have put Akame through so much suffering. Enough suffering that it would break most people. Unfortunately, I'm not done yet.

Despite all of it, She will keep searching for a happy ending.

The continuation story is gonna be called The Huntress of Hope.

Another thing I should add is Melanie's semblance does make her sound like a potential All-for-One. That's true but her aura is finite and she isn't the type to build deep connections. Vernal semblance works the similarity to Nasuverse's mystery. If you view Vernal a certain way, The semblance is going to be enhanced. Akame has a hard time perceiving Vernal due to overanalysing but Umber doesn't have an issue. The extra section below explains further in detail how awful Akame's semblance is outside of Grimm and sneak attacks.

The story originally was going to end with Akame taking a small army to capture Marcus Black and save Mercury. Due to the flow of the story, the final arc will stay in Vacuo.

Extra: Scheme upon Scheme

The trio are being escorted out of the city in an APC and heading toward the nearest airport. Marcus and Mercury watch the livestream of Akame Branwen's speech. Across from them is the man encased in armor, Beaufort Winchester. He set in silence with his arm crossed.

Marcus can't shake the feeling something is off. Akame had Vacuo in her hands and used it to butcher the MIA branch there. He heard from old acquaintances how it was almost effortless. Vacuan did the heavy lifting out of respect.

Go after her allies? Friends? Close comrades?

Sure! He successfully killed a few of em at best but what now?

The entire kingdom would be up their arse if the demon child doesn't get to them first.

What could his three-man team do?

Nothing.

He respects Akame. That girl's semblance is genuinely one of the worst power-ups he has ever seen. It would be a blessing if he locks it.

What caught his attention was the raw skill to make it work. He could see it. The way she fights is someone of the same profession.

The girl fights like one hell of an assassin. She targets blindspots and engages only when there is an opportunity. There is no wasted movement and she conceals her presence like a ghost.

The semblance makes her an easier target for skilled fighters. A few fragmentation grenades or flamethrowers would mince and cook the girl. A single bullet hitting the right blood vessel will hasten her death via bleeding out. She's a glass cannon that would be shredded if successfully slowed down.

He could kill her if he was still in his prime.

However, what's gonna stop her when she reaches her prime?

Therein lies the main reason for his respect. Akame hates her semblance and focuses on aura control and combat skills above all else. Akame sounds like everything he aspires for his son to be. He sobered up and retrained just for this mission.

'Bitch sending us out to die,' Marcus thought bitterly,' The whole plan stinks.'

He looked over at his comrade sitting across from him.

Beaufort embodied everything he hated. A self-righteous 'hero' who thinks he's always in the right because of his family status and semblance. He blames everything on Akame and the tribe.

'There is some truth but the tribe didn't make you waterboard Faunus or loot villages. Yes, I killed people and silenced witnesses. But I don't pretend to be a good guy. Heh, That strength doesn't mean shit if I lock his semblance,' Marcus mused,' I'll shove my boot up his arse without his fancy gimmick.'

The seasoned assassin didn't bring up his concern to his recently pardoned partner. Marcus may be getting old but even he knows there is another layer and Beaufort is in on it.

A double-cross.

Marcus laughed internally. It's absurd, especially with the lack of resources, and support, and being inside a hornet nest. The contract is going to be null and void in such an event.

Like Hell! He'll offer his service to Akame, from one assassin to another.

He watched the girl finish her speech. It wasn't anything special. She is monotone with all the emotional bits sounding forced. Public speaking doesn't fit her and would have made for a dull showing if it was approached by anyone else.

It doesn't move him personally but he could understand why she has a following.

Marcus occasionally catches his son enamored by that pretty face. She is a hit with the younger population. More importantly, Akame could back up her words.

"A bunch of make-believe fairy tales,' he frowned," How did that fairytale work out for you? Hero?"

The armor isn't just for protection.

Beaufort only has one goal in mind. Akame Branwen must die either by his hands or by taking down as many of her loved ones as possible. They're all guilty.

An after-party is the perfect time to use the last resort.

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