A/N Training haze
Alt title: Bastards and Badasses
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Next is another chapter of Cyril!
People really want me to take my time on the next chapter of Kitsu.
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-Beacon courtyard, 08/22, 11am-
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Cyril Leon POV
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This is hell!
"Good strength." Qrow says as he swings his broadsword down.
Activating my semblance, time slows as I bring my right axe up, twisting the handle trigger, activating it's khopesh mode. The blade of the axe head swings up and twists around. Catching the broadsword and deflecting it away from me.
Cutting off my semblance, I watch the broadsword hit the ground with a clang.
Only to get sucker punched immediately after.
"Decent reflexes, but I got two hands kid." Qrow says as I hold my jaw. "And so do you! Use 'em."
"Son of a bitch!" I curse. "Argh!"
Isn't aura supposed to be like some sort of shield?
"Yeah, she was, and I am." Qrow says. "It's clear you've never been in a fight. Try and roll with the punches will ya?"
"Do I get a break at least?" I ask, looking to the disheveled drunk.
"You get a break when your aura does." He says, pointing his broadsword at me. "No let's see how well you run."
The blade drops to reveal the barrels of a fucking shotgun!
"Shit!" I yell as I run to the side.
*Bang*
"That was a warning shot." He says as he aims at me. "Now move."
'Warning shot my ass!' I think as I run. 'Bastard shot right at me!'
"Running in a straight line? Bold!" He yells as I get further away.
*Bang*
I don't even register the sound as I feel the pellets hit my side.
"Come on!" Qrow yells. "I'm going easy here!"
*Bang*
"Fuck!" I shout as I feel it hit my side again.
Though, I should be dead. Guess my aura is keeping me alive.
"My niece can dodge better than you!" He shouts.
Recognizing the pattern, I jump to the side.
*Bang*
"Better!" He yells.
*Bang*
And my leg's shot out from under me. Knocking me over onto the grass.
Having dealt with this for three hours! I decide to just, lay down.
'Fuck, how the hell did I end up here? I was basically conscripted into the academy. Borderline against my will.' I think to myself as everything hurts.
A few seconds later I hear the soft footsteps of the bastard approach me.
"Hmm, you out?" Qrow asks.
"Yeah." I pant. "Yeah I'm-"
Kicked in the side hard enough to push me ten feet into a pillar.
"Arck!" I cough up as the air is knocked out of my lungs.
"Damn, got a decent supply of aura on you." Qrow says. "Was sure that'd break it."
I try and curse him out, but all that gets past is a strangled wheeze.
Fuck that hurt! It felt like my spine was about to snap!
I slowly roll over to chest. Shakily getting to my hands and knees.
Only for Qrow to stomp on my back.
*Shatter*
"There we go." He says. "Now you get a break."
The moment my aura shatters. It's like all strength leaves me. Not just the air in my lungs, or the soreness in my legs. But, like I just can't move.
"Alright, decent strength, above average aura capacity, average speed, decent reflexes, no instincts and no skill." Qrow says above me. "Really hope you're hiding some bullshit from me kid, at this rate you'll die before your second year."
"Fuck, you." I spit out.
"Heh, that's the spirit." Is the last thing I hear before passing out.
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-Beacon cliffs, 08/23, 6am-
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"Are you gonna say why you brought me out here yet?" I ask as I follow the man.
Getting woken up early? Okay. Dad was a military brat. I'm used to that. Waking up with a bucket of water to the face? Again, used to it.
What I'm not used to is waking at three in the morning to a fucking kick to the face!
I was loud enough, he said. You should've waken up from that.
"Maybe." He says with a shrug as he stops at the edge. "Stop."
I do so, not really having a reason not to.
"So." He says, turning around to me. "Here's what's gonna happen. It's clear you got no experience fighting."
"Not wrong." I say with a nod as he pulls out his scroll.
"Well, to fix that I'mma show you something." He says as he taps away at his scroll. "C'mere."
Taking a few steps forward-
*clank*
Looking down, I see a metal pad slightly hidden by the uncut grass.
"I'mma show you a Grimm." He says as he taps his scroll.
"What?"
*Ching*
Is the last thing I say as I'm launched into the air, hurtling over the forest. Well, aside from several choice words said while mid air.
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Qrow Branwen POV
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Watching the kid flail wildly, I chuckle at his choice of words. Uncreative as they are, gotta admire the spite.
*Ring*
Looking down at my scroll, I see Ol' Ozzy's calling me.
"Yellow?" I answer.
"Qrow, why is Mr. Leon being hurtled over the cliffs?" He asks.
I forgot he starts every morning looking out his window.
"Eh, figured he could use some experience." I shrug. "Use the camera's to keep an eye on him and see what he can do in the wilds."
Just because he's shit at fighting doesn't mean he's a shit survivalist. He's from the outskirts, so he has to have some ability to look after himself. And since his ability indicates he's never fought Grimm, well.
The ability to avoid Grimm can be just as useful, if not better than fighting them. Live another day and all that. Something huntsmen in training die from, because they never learn.
"Okay." Ozpin says. "And the fact he doesn't have a landing strategy?"
"He's got enough aura, trust me." I say as I hold my scroll against my cheek and shoulder to grab my flask.
"And, the Grimm?" He asks.
"Kinda the point?" I answer.
"Qrow, why do I stay at Beacon as opposed to the city where I'd be closer to the council?" He asks.
"Stay out of politics as much as possible." I shrug as I twist the lid off of my flask.
"That too." He says before quickly adding. "Now the official reason?"
"Because Grimm are attracted to magic." I recite the cover Glenda made me memorize in case the council ever tried anything.
"Yes." Ozpin says simply.
I bring the flask halfway to my lips before stopping. Oz hasn't added anything else.
"You there?" I ask.
"Yes Qrow." He says with a sigh. "I'm still here."
Oh, oh fuck.
I might've fucked up.
"That's, not just a cover is it?" I realize.
"It is a cover." He says. "But it's one with enough truth that the council never challenges me on it."
"Shit." I say as I screw the cap back on my flask.
"Go get him before he's mauled." Ozpin says tiredly before hanging up.
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Cyril Leon POV
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Having already screamed my lungs out, I try and think of anything to help me out in this situation. Hurtling towards the trees faster than I can think-
Think!
Activating my semblance, time slows as I think.
The almighty sharingan, used to copy and mimic other's abilities. Used to make me think faster.
Though, I guess this is it's truly threatening ability. Imagine how many people panic and make mistakes in a fight due to not thinking and just moving? With this, planning and strategy can be done mid battle.
I'm getting distracted.
Okay, options, I have magic!
And no clue how to use it.
I have my axes! But, wait. My axes have a chain scythe mode. Didn't Ren use something like that in initiation?
Deactivating my Sharingan I grab my axes and reactivate it. The reason being that, I can't move as fast as I can think while it's active.
Clicking the side latches, I watch as both axe heads flip out to make two hand scythes. Or, for my current needs, climbing picks.
This is a bad idea.
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I have no others.
Deactivating my semblance, I hurl through the air towards the forest's canopy. Picks in hand, I hold them in front of me to shield my face from the branches.
Crashing through the canopy, I once again activate my semblance to get a bearing of my surroundings. Few of these branches look like they could support me, and the ones that do are further down. So, I'm going for a controlled crash.
Remembering the chains and the attachment on my leather vambraces, I slap the pommels to my wrists. Feeling a click, I realize this could go either horribly, or kinda okay.
Cutting off my semblance, I fly past. Throwing my arm out to hook my axe into a tree, my grip slips as my axe is left in the tree's bark.
"Shit!" I shout in a panic as the chain extends from the pommel.
Only to go taut a second later, wrenching my arm and causing me to swing with my momentum.
Swinging me to the side and smacking me into the tree with a thud. Hard enough that I feel like my nose should've broke. But, just didn't. Like, it hurt.
And I have no time to contemplate anything else as I'm sliding.
And now dangling.
Taking a moment to just, hang. I enjoy the peace and quiet while I can.
"Day two." I say to myself. "Got catapulted into a forest. At this rate I'll get set on fire on day three."
Feeling my shoulder start to strain under my weight, I use my fingers to activate the rotor in my vambraces.
*Rrm-krcht*
Only for them to fail under my own weight.
"Course it wouldn't be that easy." I mutter to myself as I bring my other arm up to climb.
It takes a few seconds, but I make it to my other axe. And, looking down, realize I'm more than forty feet up.
Moment I pull this axe, I'm falling. Again. And looking around, I don't see any other nearby branches.
This, is gonna suck.
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-3 seconds later-
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As I lay down, staring at the canopy of the forest, I confirm one thing.
That sucked.
'I was the fifth, right?' I think back on the brother's conversation. 'I'm starting to see how. Clearly the others were smart enough to refuse.'
"My magic, better be busted as fuck." I mutter to myself.
*Snap*
Rolling my head to the sound, my heart stops as I see the glowing fiery eyes in the dark of a bush. Stalking forward with a snarl as I see its face in full. Its fur being less fur and looking more or less like oily bristles. Plates of bone with small, blood red lines crossing around it like veins.
Sunken eyes in a skull armored face. I see why people fear these now. In the show, they looked cool. In real life? Like an SCP and creepypasta had a kid. And then that kid had an emo phase and said I wanna be a serial killer, and then got a dog.
I'm looking at the dog.
I think.
"Grrrrr."
It stares me down as it pads forward, and I'm-
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I shout as I roll over to my feet.
Just in time for it to decide to pounce.
Activating my semblance, I stop to think as the, I want to say Beowolf, is halfway towards landing where I was laying.
Darting my eyes towards the spot, I realize I also dropped my axes. Which are still attached by the chains. Which, gives me an idea.
Cutting off my semblance, I click the rotor and watch as the Beowolf lands in time for my axes to shoot back to me. Hooking its arm and throat, slicing through them with ease as I catch them.
And, I watch on dumbfounded as the Beowolf slumps, its head disconnected from its body. The oily black fur already slowly disintegrating into smoke.
"Huh, that was, surprisingly easy." I say to myself.
Am, am I good at this? Looking at the creature slowly disintegrate, I get this sense of accomplishment. Like I just won a marathon or beat my max in bench.
Huh.
And all thoughts are halted as something hits my back. Knocking me over onto my front.
That same thing now has my head in its jaws!
Turning over, I'm pinned as another bites down on my arm.
'Pact tactics!' A small part of my mind yells.
"Aaaagghhh!" The rest of me yells.
My arm is wrenched back, bending but refusing to break as another bites down on my foot.
Oddly enough, I'm not scared. I'm, angry. Like, I'm mad that I am scared. Or the adrenaline and my fight or flight response is going insane. Or I'm insane.
Maybe all three! I'm a bit out of my depths here!
My heart thuds as I feel something boil in my chest. Spreading to my lungs as my throat burns.
Having no other options. I let whatever instinct is trying to push through, do so.
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Qrow Branwen POV
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I am so not getting paid this week.
Flying down and past the canopy to where I heard the screaming. I'm met to the site of a massacre. Five younger Beowolves all crowding around the kid and mauling him while a young alpha keeps him pinned.
I shift back to and ready my blade as-
"Fus!"
I'm knocked back, my ears ringing like the worst hangover ever as I hit a tree. Recovering my balance, but not my hearing. I look up to see the Grimm had also been knocked back. The kid getting to his feet and readying his axes as the Grimm regain their bearings.
Rookie move, but he is a rookie. You never let the Grimm recover. They certainly won't let you.
The kid's moves are jerky and spastic, but, oddly effective as one of the Beowolves charge him and he easily sidesteps, bringing up his axe, which is now a pick, and using the things own movement to cut clean through its neck.
I've seen enough, and there are only gonna be more Grimm coming. So, I rush out, getting to my feet and dashing towards the alpha. Bisecting it easily and swinging around to catch another pup.
Three left.
Turning around, I see the kid decapitate another and use the, chain? The chain of his axe to swing up behind him and catch a pup in the jaw and through its head.
One left.
Aiming my blade, I drop the hilt and blast its head off with a shotgun blast.
"Damn kid!" I say with a grin, looking to the wide eyed and panting boy. "This your first time? If so you might be a natural!"
He flips me off.
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Bonus
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-17 years ago-
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Abstract on the genetics of inheritance and convergence of species- Harold Greenhill
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The field of genetics has come far in recent years, and none so far as that in inheritable genetics. The discovery of what is now known as recessive and dominant traits, being a chief interest. For example, Silver eyes, and Red eyes. Silver eyes are widely a dominant trait, should one parent have Silver eyes, it is likely the child will as well. However, this is not always true. In recent studies it has been discovered that recessive traits can resurge. Should the Silver eyed individual have one parent with silver eyes, and one parent without, and they produce a child with an individual without silver eyes, then because the current silver eyed individual has a recessive gene for non silver eyes, it is possible for them to have non silver eyed children. The key component here being that recessive genes are still present in a person, they just don't present themselves due to the presence of the dominant gene. Likewise, Red eyes, are what is known as co-dominant with various other traits. Meaning that they are as dominant as other traits, and can mix. That is the easier part to understand, where this gets truly interesting, is the presence of dominant and recessive genes, in Faunus.
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Special thanks to the SDC for major funding in this research.
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A/N
No, Cyril is not a natural. His sharingan is just that broken. It gives him time to think and plan mid fight. Ensuring he never really falls into panic.
This is how I imagine the Uchiha dominated in combat against most. Unless you were uber good or managed to set up a trap, fighting someone who can just, process everything fast enough to perfectly mimic and predict what you do next just by how your muscles move, is bullshit.
Also Cyril's main semblance is the Thu'um. He can essentially channel his aura into his voice to bolster himself. He basically has Weiss's glyphs, but with his voice.
Yeah, the Sharingan is his minor semblance.
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