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Jaune walked along a corridor in World Marshall HQ. Around him, the bodies of multiple guards lay dead on the floor. Both HF Crocea and HF Murasama were stained with the blood of the people he killed. Jaune cleaned them of the blood and sheathed the swords. He let his muscles relax. He made extra sure that none of the guards had hit him in their fight. As a result, Jaune's Aura was up to around 62 percent. He rolled his shoulders. Ah, that felt good.

However, any semblance of relaxation Jaune felt was dashed when his phone rang again. He pulled it out and saw the 'unknown contact' text on the screen. He sighed. It was a different number than Armstrong's, which could only mean one thing.

He answered the call, and sure enough, his suspicions were proven correct. "You're everything they said you were, Jaune." Monsoon spoke from the other line, "And yet, you're still so foolish..."

Jaune rolled his eyes and smirked. "Hey to you too, Monsoon." He responded. "Who's the one who ran away mid-fight? You scared 'cause I shattered you that one time? I mean, I'd tell you to face me like a man, but as you're currently demonstrating, you don't have any balls!"

"Heh, keep talking Jaune, but you must know…outfits like ours, they're different from the ones you've faced before." Monsoon told the blond. "You can't destroy us with violence alone. You might destroy a part of us, maybe even a limb or two. But the main body will still be intact."

"Haven't I told you before?" Jaune answered with a slight edge in his tone. "I don't care who I have to kill. And hey, if I keep cutting, who knows? Maybe I won't just cut off the limb. Maybe I'll get the head too."

Monsoon chuckled. "We're not some band of Favela thugs, Jaune, nor are we delusional code-abiding 'families.' I told you, we've got many parts. Each with its own influence. Its Memes…"

And Jaune could already hear the capital in that word alone. Damn, what a weirdo.

When Jaune didn't answer, Monsoon took it as a cue to continue. "You've fought countless criminals, destroyed many gangs and organizations, and yet…are we any closer to world peace, Jaune?"

"Oh please, I'm not arrogant enough to claim that I fight for world peace." Jaune corrected Monsoon. "I'm just here for justice. That's what I fight for. Whether or not that brings peace... well…I guess we'll see, won't we?"

Monsoon laughed darkly. "Yes, I guess we will…" And the line was cut.

Jaune sighed and pocketed his phone. "Honestly, what a weirdo."

Jaune boarded an elevator after fighting through countless other levels filled with enemies. Finally, he was getting closer and closer to Armstrong. All he needed to do was board this last elevator to some room called the 'VR Training Room' and then he'd be all set to reach the rooftop.

As he waited in the elevator, his phone rang again. Jaune picked it up, already recognising the unregistered number as Armstrong's.

"I'm impressed, Jaune." Armstrong spoke. "But not surprised…you're one of the most qualified applicants we've ever had!"

"Ah, save me the job talk, Armstrong." Jaune waved away. "I'm not gonna sell myself to you no matter how high the price."

"Oh, but you're doing so well at our test, Jaune!" Armstrong chuckled. "Even knocked back Monsoon too!"

"Hah! Bitchsoon? He was a pushover." Jaune chuckled. "If you must know, I already have a job. Killing men like you. People who hide behind covers, prey on the weak, enslave them to fight their wars… all so you can get that President-!"

Armstrong interrupted Jaune, amused. "Nicely put, kid. But you and I have a lot more common than you think…come on up, then. I'm waiting for your final interview."

Jaune smirked as the line cut. Armstrong, a middle-aged Politian with no prior combat experience, was going to wait for him at the rooftop?! 'Well…certainly makes my job easier, that's for sure.' Jaune thought to himself. 'I'll find justice. When we meet, Armstrong… I hope you're ready.'

The swordsman exited the elevator and laid his hands on his swords' hilts. Walking out of the elevator slowly, Jaune looked left and right for any enemies. 'No sign of them.'

Jaune sighed in relief, yet still cautious. He walked along the hallway, which led to a large room containing tall pillars with odd hexagonal shapes etched into them as well as blue lights lining their edges. Jaune looked around. He couldn't see anybody.

'Well,' Jaune thought to himself 'these pillars DO look interesting. And it's not like anyone's around…' He approached one of them and put his hand on the hexagonal shape.

Without warning, the hexagon part lurched forward. Jaune, surprised, jumped back. Jaune calmed himself once he realised no one was there. He slowly walked to the previous pillar. As he walked closer and closer, he saw something placed in the shape. He wasn't prepared for what he saw.

'What the fuck?!' He thought to himself. "Are those brains?!"

Indeed it was. A pair of eyes and a brain, attached to a machine specifically designed to sustain them. Its eyes looked around wildly, the brain's collarbone…metal…thing…waving wildly in the air. Jaune hurriedly pushed the hexagon back into the pillar and fell to the floor with a thud, shocked from what he saw. Heck, he could even feel his mouth gaping in shock.

Jaune looked around to the other pillars with horror. There were more hexagons there! Which means!

Which means Armstrong-!

…That fucker.

The cold night wind blew across his face. The broken moon shone brightly on the sky, illuminating the area below that will soon become a battlefield.

"Jaune. Thanks for comin' in."

Jaune walked calmly towards the landing pad. Finally. This is what he's here for. After ascending the tower's multiple floors, fighting against Monsoon, going through the brain room (those sick bastards), finally, he's come face to face with the man behind it all.

Armstrong. Named as such for his strong methods in the political scene.

His hands were on both of his swords, one on HF Crocea and the other on HF Murasama. Jaune put on a mocking smile on his face. Half of him put it on for show to cover his rage, while the other half just genuinely felt that cocky. I mean, what's an old senator about to do? Give him speeches 'till he slept from boredom?

He approached Armstrong, who was standing in the middle of the helipad smoking a cigar. "What's this, Armstrong?" Jaune mocked, "Thought you'd have run by now."

Armstrong took his cigar out his mouth. "Like I said before, Jaune."

"Hah! As if I'd work for someone like you." Jaune huffed "You're twisted. Using kids to fight your wars? Taking advantage of disabled veterans to fuel your own ambitions? And what, all that for the sweet sweet president seat, am I right?"

Armstrong chuckled. "That's a part of it, you've got that right. But that's not all…" Suddenly, Armstrong's chest glowed yellow. The senator grinned. He grunted and bent his knees. Suddenly, electricity sparked around him. The sparks increased in intensity, eventually covering the entire landing pad.

'What the fuck is this?!' Jaune thought as he watched the electricity spark around him. It got stronger and stronger, surrounding the entire area.

As electricity continued to spark around them, vehicles from the streets below started to lift themselves to the top of the tower. Armstrong shouted as those vehicles surrounded their skies, and with a wave of his hand, those vehicles glowed green and then almost instantly exploded. The explosions of absorbed vehicles surrounded them, and booms can be heard all the way from the street.

Jaune laughed. He clapped his hands as he gazed at the beautiful explosions around him. Ah, what the fuck. This entire situation was crazy.

And he's loving every second of it.

"I've got to give it to you, old man." Jaune grinned, "Sure know how to make an entrance!"

Armstrong pushed his glasses up his nose. His pupils were now red. They glowed menacingly, powered by the Nanomachines inside of him. He chuckled darkly, hitting his dark Nanomachine-hardened fists together. "Then come on, kid! Time for your final interview!"

"Okay…" Jaune drew HF Murasama out of its sheath, red electricity flowing through the highly enhanced blade. He put his right foot forward and lowered his sword so that his dual grip is at the centre of his mass.

Jaune smirked. "Let's dance."

Armstrong punched his fist into the ground. Cracks formed along the floor of the helipad, with a yellow glow seeping from them. Jaune dodged the cracks just in time before a fiery inferno exploded from them, creating a wall of blazing hot fire. Jaune steadied his footing just in time, as Armstrong burst through the fire he had just created. His entire body was dark and hardened, preventing the flame from damaging his body. He had his fist cocked, ready to pummel Jaune to the ground.

Jaune nimbly dodged the punch, Armstrong's fist soaring right next to his head. With Armstrong's guard now open, Jaune slashed at his opponent's chest with HF Murasama, sending him staggering back. Jaune continued that attack with an overhead slash, Armstrong stepping back even further.

Jaune noticed that at the spots where he slashed, Armstrong's dark skin turned slightly red and let out some steam. Before he could act on that, however, Armstrong was at him once again. The senator came at him with unrelenting speed and power. Jaune noticed that at the rate he's going and at the power he's going to swing with, Jaune couldn't dodge. If he did, then he'd either get hit by the initial attack or the by the shockwaves it left.

With no other option, Jaune blocked the first hit, a right haymaker. Jaune quickly parried the second hit, a left haymaker. The third hit was a forward kick, one with enough power to send Jaune skidding back even with a block. Jaune could barely gather his senses to do a final backflip, avoiding an uppercut and its shockwave. Wind blew mere millimeters from where he was before.

Jaune took a deep breath as he landed and mentally checked his Aura. 'From 80 percent to 60 percent. Damn.' He gazed at Armstrong again. 'His attacks are sloppy. Unrefined. But with the power and speed he's coming at, it doesn't even matter.'

Armstrong clenched his fist and let the air around it heat up. His body was surrounded by a fiery glow. With a roar, he plunged his fist into the ground, creating an X-shaped wall of fire along the rooftop.

Jaune managed to dodge the appearing fire wall just in time and prepared for Armstrong to burst through once again. This time, he prepared himself. He changed his grip on HF Murasama from double-grip to single-grip, his other hand hovering on HF Crocea. As Armstrong launched himself at Jaune, the swordsman made his move.

Jaune intentionally weakened his block slightly. With a weaker block, Jaune's body skid back from the attack. Armstrong didn't expect this and prepared to rush at Jaune again to close the distance. However, that slight pause was enough for Jaune to fully draw HF Crocea. As Armstrong rushed at him once again, Jaune was able to quickly block with HF Murasama and then counter swiftly with HF Crocea. Armstrong was unable to block, and his body received the attack full force. Jaune followed it up with an attack using HF Murasama and slashed right where he attacked before with HF Crocea. Jaune kept attacking, switching between HF Murasama and HF Crocea back-and-forth. Armstrong's Nanomachine-hardened skin slowly lost its hardness. He yelled and lashed out with his final attack, a dual swing at Armstrong's chest. The senator flew back and landed in a kneeling position a few meters away.

Armstrong put his hand over his wound. That specific part of his body had reverted to its normal colour, but still, no permanent wound was left from Jaune's attack. Looks like his defences were just hard enough to block that attack rush, but no more than that.

He considered his options as both he and Jaune gathered their breaths. Armstrong couldn't let Jaune get another attack rush like that in. Had he only had one sword, then it wouldn't be much of a problem. But with two VT7 HF swords, the only ones able to pierce his Nanomachines, he could outpace his Nanomachines' self-healing properties. However, Jaune was also tired from the attack while Armstrong was only just getting started. Meaning…

'Heh' Armstrong smirked. 'Maybe I don't understand how Aura works precisely, but he's already tired. He can't go on for much longer…That I'm sure of.'

And sadly, that was true. 'All that speed…' Jaune thought to himself. '...took a lot of Aura. I'm already down to 40 percent.' His eyes hardened. 'I have to finish this quick. It'll be close, and I'll lose almost all of my Aura, but there's no choice.'

Suddenly, Armstrong chuckled. He jumped to a higher platform and bent his knees, upper body tilted forward. He yelled and focused his Nanomachine-energy. He lifted his arms and several unactivated choppers appeared behind him. With a wave of his hand, the choppers spun like drills and launched towards Jaune, Armstrong hoping to crush the swordsman with them.

Jaune closed his eyes. He couldn't dodge, the explosions from the crashed choppers would catch him if he did. Instead, he firmed his footing and focused his Aura on his arms. As he opened his eyes, all seemed clear. Jaune yelled and with three dual swipes from booth HF Murasama and HF Crocea, he slashed all of the choppers in two, neutralising the threat.

However, Armstrong wasn't done. He jumped down from the platform and smirked. He taunted Jaune, beckoning the swordsman with his hand. "C'mon, kid! It's not over yet!"

Armstrong smirked and growled, his entire body surrounded by flames once again. He bent his knees and launched himself at Jaune, speed and power surpassing those before and body surrounded by fire. Jaune kept his focus trained. He can't block this one, it's too powerful. Like it or not, he's going to have to dodge by a hair's breadth…right…

There!

Jaune cartwheeled just in time as Armstrong blew past him. He landed on his feet the same time as Armstrong stopped his rush and turned back to face Jaune. The senator rushed at Jaune again. Jaune dodged as he did before.

Rush. Dodge. Rush. Dodge.

Armstrong eventually came to stop after five consecutive rushes. As he stopped for a moment, Jaune took the opening. He rushed at Jaune with both swords, slight desperation plaguing his eyes.

'Can't let it take too long!' Jaune thought to himself. His mind was becoming less and less coherent as time went on. 'Dodges already forced me to 25 percent!'

Armstrong curled in on himself, his surroundings heating up. The air around him burned. Jaune just managed to stop himself and jump back far as Armstrong released a pressurised blast around him.

Jaune landed on the surface of a pillar just outside the rooftop's border. He focused his Aura on his legs and jumped at Armstrong, both his swords glowing brightly in the night sky. He prepared to slash as he flew through the night sky, but before he could attack, Armstrong grabbed Jaune mid-attack and smashed him to the ground. Jaune hit the floor with his back. He could feel his Aura decreasing. 'Shit, that's 16 percent!'

Jaune got up just in time to dodge Armstrong's downward fist. Jaune rushed in with an overhead strike using HF Murasama. Armstrong blocked it with his right forearm. However, the dark skin no longer smoked on impact, even as Jaune put all of his strength on the attack. Jaune's eyes widened in realisation. 'He absorbed power from those choppers before!'

Somehow, Jaune managed to force his attack through, sending Armstrong stumbling back even though no damage was done. Jaune twirled HF Crocea to a reverse grip and pushed it towards Armstrong's torso. The senator caught it with his hands, his face grinning. He shook his head in mockery at Jaune.

"What's the matter, Jaune?" the senator mocked. "That the best you got?"

Jaune roared. He suddenly let go of HF Crocea. The senator stumbled forwards, surprise written on his face from the lack of force pushing him back. Jaune quickly retaliated by slicing Armstrong with HF Murasama. The senator hardened his skin and blocked the attack, but still stepped back from the force. Jaune grabbed HF Crocea from the floor and prepared to slash Armstrong in the same spot, but the senator wasn't having any of it. He grabbed Jaune by the legs and threw him into the night sky.

However, at that moment, a chopper was flying by their current spot. Jaune regained his senses and landed on the chopper's side, head snapping up in focus. He focused his Aura on his legs once again and launched himself at Armstrong.

Armstrong prepared to grab Jaune mid-attack again. However, this time Jaune learned from his mistake. He threw HF Crocea first, forcing the senator to harden the skin on his hands and swat HF Crocea away. The sword impaled itself on the rooftop floor a good distance away.

Jaune smirked. With Armstrong's hands open from swatting HF Crocea away, Jaune was free to attack.

HF Murasama was sheathed on its gunsheath. Jaune pulled the trigger on it. The sword glowed a brilliant red, the attack coming out faster than it ever had before. It was just enough to outpace Armstrong's Nanomachines, though some of the attack was still absorbed. As Armstrong staggered, Jaune yelled out and turned in midair. He did a final overhead slash with all the power he could muster, swinging his sword fully down Armstrong's slightly Nanomachine-dark body. Jaune landed in a kneeling position. The attack hit full force. The senator cried out in pain. He fell to the floor on his back, hands clutching his chest in pain. His arms eventually fell to his sides as his cries faded out, his body unable to get back up.

Jaune gasped for breath. His entire body felt weak. With trembling feet, he pushed himself off and went to grab HF Crocea. He lifted it off of its current spot and sheathed it. Next, he sheathed HF Murasama. He groaned as he rolled his shoulders. '10 percent Aura left…close one.'

Jaune walked past Armstrong's body. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a dark chuckle behind him.

'...Fuck.'

Armstrong slowly lifted himself to his feet. He grinned a sinister smile as he dusted himself off. He barely seemed fazed by all that's happened.

Jaune could only turn his head to look at his opponent. "What the fuck are you…"

Armstrong didn't answer his question, instead diverting the topic. "We could use someone like you, Jaune. Organized violence, waging war as business…" Armstrong lifted a fist. "We're gonna put an end to all that bullshit."

"Maybe…" Jaune said between breaths. "Maybe I misjudged you…"

Armstrong opened his hands in invitation. "Then how 'bout it, kid? Wanna lend us a hand?"

"A hand, huh?" Jaune smiled slightly. He turned around with a snap, falling back into the Rodrigues Shadow Style stance. He tilted his head in mockery. "How 'bout I take yours?!"

Jaune yelled and rushed at Armstrong again. He swung HF Murasama multiple ways, from an overhead slash, upwards swing, chest level side swing. Armstrong blocked them all with his Nanomachine-dark skin. Jaune unleashed a final overhead slash, but Armstrong hardened his head. HF Murasama was unable to cut through the armour, and with that Armstrong pushed through. He rammed his body headfirst, literally, onto Jaune. Jaune stumbled back. Unable to bring his sword to parry in time, he received multiple punches to the chest, ending with an uppercut to his chin.

Jaune just barely managed to keep himself from flying away. He readied HF Murasama and swung at Armstrong again, this time taking note of the patterns his opponent was using. He purposefully only swung from the right and left side, lulling Armstrong into a false sense of security.

Eventually, Armstrong managed to close the distance and punched Jaune again. Jaune exaggerated the blows' effects. Armstrong didn't seem to notice. As he spun from a punch at his jaw, he put HF Murasama back in its sheath, just as he came face-to-face with the senator again. As the senator hardened his fist's skin to prepare for a final punch, Jaune clenched his jaw. He focused his eyes on the Nanomachine's progress…right…

There!

He pressed the trigger and HF Murasama came flying out of its sheath in a classic Iaijutsu move. It cut right at the spot between hardened and unhardened skin on Armstrong's fist. As a result, his hand was cut cleanly, flying away and falling to the floor a few meters away. Jaune smirked as Armstrong stumbled back, surprised by the blow.

What Jaune didn't expect, however, was for Armstrong to harden his stump, sharpening it to a dangerous edge. With a cry, the senator firmed his footing and thrust the stump at Jaune. The swordsman could only watch in horror as the stump came closer and closer to him.

The stump hit Jaune dead on. As it impaled Jaune's right arm, the swordsman's Aura broke, depleted from the fight. The stump went straight to Jaune's nervous system. He yelled out in pain and hurriedly pushed his arm away from Armstrong, even as he staggered back and the wound seemed to deepen. Jaune didn't give up. With his right arm hanging uselessly by his side and HF Murasama dropped on the floor, Jaune instead drew HF Crocea and thrust it at Armstrong.

Armstrong dodged by stepping to the side. Jaune was left stumbling as he missed. In response, Armstrong grabbed the swordsman and put him right in front of him. Armstrong yelled and clutched Jaune's right arm. He linked his feet, locking Jaune in place. Armstrong chuckled and pulled the swordsman's right arm, hard. Eventually, Jaune's arm was ripped straight from his body.

Blood sprouted fresh from the new wound. Jaune cried out in pain as Armstrong tossed him aside. He could barely catch himself before falling from the rooftop.

'He…He ripped it out!' Jaune thought with horror as he lay on his back. He couldn't even turn his head to look at it, the pain was too immense to bear. He could barely register Armstrong walking towards him.

Jaune looked on in shock and horror as Armstrong stood over him, reattaching his sliced-off hand. "Not bad, kid. But like Monsoon said…" He grinned as he flexed his fingers. "Cutting a limb or two...won't stop us." He chuckled. "We'll break those who stand against us in two."

Jaune's vision was fading, fast. He could barely open his eyes anymore. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Armstrong lending him his previously sliced-off hand with a mocking smile.

"Welcome aboard, Jaune."

Armstrong and Monsoon stood outside an operating room at the basement levels of World Marshall HQ. It had been around four hours after the climactic fight, and Jaune was still undergoing heavy treatment. The swordsman was still unconscious.

Just then, their leading doctor, Dr. Pinto, stepped out from the operating room. He fidgeted with his hands.

Armstrong looked down on the man. "So, what's the status?"

The doctor kept his gaze down. "He has…magically stabilised himself as we underwent surgery. His arm started turning into a stump all by itself. We were halfway through when it did that. However, we were…ehm…unable…to implant the arm you requested."

"Excuse me?" Armstrong raised an eyebrow.

"The boy! He has no nanomachines." The doctor looked even more nervous. "Even the standard-issue medical ones weren't there when we checked. And the glow that healed him…it deactivated all nanomachines we injected into his body. None of the ones required for a mechanical implant were compatible!"

"Hmm…" Monsoon rubbed his chin. He turned his head to Armstrong. "Do you think…?"

Armstrong chuckled. "Heh. Of course. Even near death, that kid's a pain in my ass." The senator turned to the doctor. "Say, how long d'you think it'd take for you to develop a new kind of nanomachine?"

"Excuse me?!" Dr. Pinto looked up incredulously. "We don't have the time, nor the funds-!"

"That will be dealt with."

And with that, Dr. Pinto seemed to calm down. He rubbed his hands greedily. "Then, I think with the entire Mexico facility focused on it, we may take around a week."

Armstrong nodded. He turned back to Monsoon. "Get the energy reading on Jaune's Aura ASAP. Should be stored in your battle data from when you fought him, as well as the other cyborg guard's internal processors."

The senator turned back to Dr. Pinto. "My friend here will forward the data to you once it's done. Once you get it, focus on designing a new type of nanomachine that's both resistant to the energy and can lock said energy away, but leave a bit of it unlocked. When that's done, get the kid the arm. For now, we keep him sedated for as long as it takes."

A Week and a Half later…

Jaune opened his eyes slowly. He could hear the beeping of machines around him 'But machines for what?'

He flicked his eyes left and right as his vision cleared. He was in a hospital room. He lifted himself up, his bedsheets ruffling as he did so. He tried to make sense of what happened. What was he…

"So you've finally awakened."

Jaune's eyes flicked to the corner of the room. There, Monsoon leaned against the wall, beside a door that was undoubtedly the way out.

That's right! The HQ, the brain room, the fight-!

Jaune growled as the memories came rushing in. "Monsoon."

"It took quite the effort, you know." The Cambodian began, ignoring the blond. He motioned to Jaune's right arm. "But in the end, it looks good, don't you agree?"

Jaune briefly glanced at his right arm. In place of an organic arm, it was instead replaced by a metallic mechanical substitute. He turned his attention back to Monsoon. "If you think that'll stop me from chasing justice, then-."

"Just try to come at me, Jaune." Monsoon interrupted with a grin. He didn't seem scared in the slightest. "I'm right here."

"With pleasure." Jaune growled and prepared to jump out the bed. He focused on his Aura when-

His body flashed, but then the Aura died out. Wait, where's his Aura?!

Jaune focused on his Aura once again. It didn't come out!

Monsoon's smug tone echoed in the room. "That's right. We've locked it away, save for a bit. So now, Jaune..." the cyborg grinned. "Will you lend us a hand?"

Jaune looked down dejectedly. He glanced at his arm, now a mechanical part. He tried to summon Aura again.

'Please…' the swordsman pleaded. 'something…anything…'

It was no use. His Aura was locked away, just like Monsoon said.

As Monsoon's chuckles filled the room, so did Jaune's eventually. It was a broken laugh. He wanted o cry. He can't fight for justice. Just look at where he landed, in the hands of the people he wanted destroyed just moments ago.

What's even the point of fighting for a cause anymore?

None of the causes he's followed ever worked out in the end.

End scene! For some reason, this particular chapter felt a bit harder to write, especially the last part.

As in the MG-verse, nanomachines aren't exclusive to Amstrong, in fact they've been referenced since MGS2 I think. When I refer to Nanomachines with a capital N, I meant Armstrong's particular type (which is the only one in the MG Universe), while a lowercase nanomachine refers to the term in general. And I believe stuff like CODEC calls and such eventually evolve from using out-of-body mechanical tools to becoming nanomachine-based, right?

Review Responses!

To ShortyMcCoy, if we're talking about damage to the physical body, then Jaune will still only lose an arm, just like Sam. But he'll lose something more important, something close to him… Other than that, now that I think about it, you're right about the timeskip being too short. Since we're still in the earlier parts of the story, I think I can fix it with no big consequences.

To Skeletalrepulbic, all I have to say is that is a fucking brilliant idea and I plan to use it as the title for a chapter at some point. Props to you so much for that :)

To TheNineNerdGhouls, I know you're joking and I probably shouldn't be responding to you with this, but fuck it. I plan on changing Ozpin and Salem's backstory MAJORLY, since the worldbuilding focuses on the far-future of the time we currently live in (the 21st century). That's all I can share for now.

To TitanUranus on Jaune losing an arm, well that's what this chapter is for! Can't say more than that!

To Kabuto S. Inferno, I can see why you'd think of that, and I don't 100 percent disagree with you. I really do see your point. I do plan to have a little backstory as to why he's a Faunus-turned-cyborg, but whether it'll be enough, that's for the coming chapters.

Anyways! Review, tell me whathca think!