A/N: Aunt's funeral is today. Posting these plot bin updates, as I'm likely to be busy for the rest of the day.

I've taken to drowning my sorrows in writing and drink, so apologies for any errors here.

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They're simply tributes to legends far, far, FAR greater than little 'ol me.

I'm just an old man who writes as a pastime. I don't make any money doing this, not a single cent.

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Here's more of that Weaponsmith idea with Naruto and Tenten from awhile back.

"A man does not make the weapon, nor the weapon the man."

~?

Forging a Man

Hazel stared into the forge.

The fire held no answers for him; none at all.

Gretchen had always been fond of fire; even before the end.

He missed her; her passing had left a terrible hole in his soul a great gaping pit that threatened to swallow him whole.

Her death must be avenged.

In another life, he might've blamed Ozpin; but no, he'd seen the footage of the Grimm. Watched, horrified as they tore his twin to pieces.

There was only one thing for it.

All the Grimm must die.

So here he was.

"I do not understand." he looked to the weaponsmith, or as the people of Vale called him, the Swordfather, as he went about his work.. "Why make this for me?"

Naruto tilted his head, blue eyes squinting at him. "Because you asked.

"I have nothing to give you. No lien. Nothing but the clothes on my back. I'm not even a huntsmen yet." Ozpin might well reject his application for all he knew. "Why go so far for a stranger?"

"Didn't ask for Lien." Tenten slapped his back as she walked by, drawing a grunt from him. "Sit down and try the boots on."

He did as he was bade. They proved a perfect fit, as were the greaves, gauntlets, and breastplate.

Naruto clicked his tongue. "Mizu, fetch a fresh pair of tongs. There's work to do."

His apprentice nodded once and scurried off to do her master's bidding.

Hazel watched the waif scurry away and shook his head. Naruto's ran contradictory to all business practices. Sometimes the Swordfather and Swordmother accepted projects at great costs. Gretchen's had been one of them. She'd saved up a massive amount of lien to commission her weapon and armor. He remembered how excited she had been, how inordinately pleased when she'd finally garnered enough.

And yet now, the greatest master-smiths in Vale -perhaps all of Remnant- had given him their masterpiece without asking for even a word of thanks.

Countries had nearly gone to war with one another over his Creations.

Yet here he was, giving one away.

"Your sister is dead." Naruto smacked his knee. "We can't bring her back to life. But we can give you a weapons and armor worthy of her name." He held out the curiass and the rest of the armor, with the helmet mighty rifle besides. Mechashift, no doubt. This was forged with bits of metal from her armor and her weapon. It made for a strong base. "You wanna kill every Grimm out there? These will last you forever. Rip and tear until its done.

Hazel donned the last of the dark armor and helmet, then hefted his new gun.

It felt like coming home from a long journey.

Rip and Tear. Until it was done.

A/N: And so was born the Grimmslayer! *cackles* To be clear, this fragment is set before RWBY.

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(Previews)

The weapon talked!"

Trust me, they can do a lot more than that.

Tyrian tilted his head. "What would I have to give you for a weapon?"

"Your tail, for starters."

He lopped it off.

"I was joking!

Sentient weapons. Talking scythes. Great. Next we'll be going Shikai and Bankai up in here...

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