RWBY: An Emiya's E-Rank Luck (Patreon)

CHAPTER 3

A/N:

So, I had some time today to write.

Anyways, I've still got 1 assignment, a small quiz, and 2 presentations to do this week so I'll see you when I see you ;)

Whistling in the dark forest at dawn, he walked along the trail in a good mood as he looked at the GPS on his phone — Scroll. What a weird name, Scroll.

A Scroll is a smartphone that the mundane used but more futuristic, as there wasn't a screen at all, just a holographic interface that you can interact with.

It had a few things built in, a GPS, the DustNet (Basically the internet), and other features that a normal phone has. He bought this with the debit card that he got yesterday night, along with some clothes and food.

Looking at the map, he sees that he was about 5 miles away from one of the entrances to Vale. Now that he was certain that there were no more cameras that covered the forest, a gun's hammer falls as a gunshot in his brain, activating one magic circuit to reinforce his legs.

With a grunt, he fills in Od into the "holes" in his legs, reinforcing their structure before launching himself a few feet up in the air to find the Grimm that usually surround Vale.

Noticing a pack of wolf-like Grimm, he lands on the ground easily before dashing to them, mentally preparing the blueprints of a pair of weapons.

Once he reached the vicinity of the Grimm pack, he closes his eyes for a split second before muttering the aria of his magecraft.

"Trace — On."

The gun in his head fires once more as neon circuit-like veins light up the area, blue sparks dancing on both of his palms as he traced the weapons that he mentally thought of.

Judging the concept of creation.

It was the married blades that the King of Wu ordered to forge, crafted more for the sake of crafting, as if questioning the meaning of the swordsmith, than for any real idea behind their creation.

Hypothesizing the basic structure.

They were Chinese falchions made in the era when the King of Wu ruled over the Zhou Dynasty. Both were as long as his arm and both weighed as heavy as a heavy sword.

Duplicating the composition material.

Gān Jiàng's wife, Mò Yé gambled her own life to help the Essence of Five Mountains and the Metal of Six Heroes meld by hurling herself into the furnace, making the twin blades' quality reach the realm of Gods.

Imitating the skill of its making.

Gān Jiàng in his grief of the sacrifice of his wife, forgoing food and rest, forging the blades with all his sweat, blood, and tears for 3 days, 6 hours, and 8 minutes to finally finish forging the married blades.

Sympathizing with the experience of its growth.

They were created without vanity, and lack the sense of purpose found in other swords. The blades contain no fighting spirit to defeat others nor a competitive spirit to beat other weapons, and they contain neither the desire to be famous nor the faith to accomplish great deeds.

Reproducing the accumulated years.

This was Archer's most used weapon, used for 2,921 years and a body count in kills of 9,705,021 kills. Archer found the weapons to be beautiful, having become his symbols after wielding them all his life.

Excelling every manufacturing process.

Tracing all processes to their utmost limit for the perfect replica of the two married blades.

Gripping the married blades, he lets his Od flow into the weapons, reinforcing them to the limit as he feels his body strengthen passively by holding onto the blades.

Looking at the black and red wolf-like Grimm, he grimaces at the deja vu as it reminded him of a certain black Avenger that Ritsuka's twin, Gudako loves to pamper... Who was he kidding? She pampers all her Servants.

Shaking away the thoughts, he raises his guard as he walks into the Grimm's awareness range, making them snap their heads at him before growling at the human who stepped into their territory.

There were 4 of them, all the same size except for the one which was twice as large as the normal ones.

'That must be the Alpha...'

With a deep breath, he quickly reinforces his body to the limit as one of the Grimm rushed at him. Waiting until the last minute, he ducks and dodges to the right the moment the wolf punches with its claws, making it vulnerable at the sides as he cleaves the Grimm apart with a clean slice with Kanshou.

The falchion cut through the Grimm like butter, as one slice was enough to kill the Grimm, watching as it faded into black ash. Raising both blades parallel to each other and getting into a relaxed leg stance, he watched as the Grimm started to attack him, breathing in deeply before invoking his aria.

"My Body Is Made Out Of Blades."

Walking around Vale was interesting. It was similar to London, with many things to see, eat, and relax to. The most interesting thing in Vale was the number of Hunters walking by. He counted 37 already from the display of weapons in public, Structural Analysing most of the weapons.

Almost all Hunters and Huntresses with hybrid weapons, making him think of getting one too before shaking away that thought. He was horrible with guns, and he already had a good working bow that he was used to, so there was no reason to abandon it.

He also had to get some Dust crystals and armour for Beacon since tracing armour was taxing to his reserves, especially since the Mana in this world was as dry as the desert.

But Beacon was still in a week, so he had more time to spare.

He also had to try and get more information about the world. He had the basics of being a Hunter, from Grimm knowledge to fighting, but the history of Remnant and the laws of being one were still a problem to him. He needed to study a little before Beacon, who knows if there was a quiz at the start?

Oh, that cafe looks nice. Maybe studying can wait for now. He was quite parched after walking for so long.

'Woah.'

That was his only thought the moment he stepped down from the VTOL. It was massive, almost the size of the Castle of Snow in the second Lostbelt.

He was about to look at the Scroll for directions to the auditorium when suddenly he heard a boom in the distance, watching as a cloud of colourful explosions blasted a distance away.

Deciding to ignore the explosions, he continues to the auditorium with few problems other than people looking his way.

Did he do something wrong? Why was everyone looking at him weirdly... Was it his clothes? He looked down at the armour that he brought and modified it himself.

He wore a black sleeveless body armour that hung onto his chest and stomach that was bulletproof and was altered with his reinforcement to be able to withstand a 50. cal bullet.

He also wore black combat pants and steel-capped combat boots that were both bulletproof and altered similar to the body armour.

Using the traced red holy shroud that Archer always wore, he modified the holy shroud into two parts. One part was two separate sleeves connected by a metal plate at the back which covered his arms and was cut off showing his upper torso and midriff.

The second part was a separate red open skirt which ended above his shins with the top fashioned and tied with an agemaki knot, covered by a silver metal plate.

He had honestly just copied his and Archer's normal combat outfit into actual clothing instead of it being a traced object to conserve on Od.

Power walking his way to move out of the eyes of the people, he eventually reached the auditorium that was packed with a lot of aspiring hunters and huntresses alike... Except for the fact that most of them were honestly deadweight.

'What the — Most of these people have less than a year of practice with their weapons?'

Quickly scanning the weapons present, he held back a sigh as he read the information given. Most of the people here were from wealthy families, meaning connections and bribes. This was horrible.

'The management system should be better if even these kinds of people are able to enter, and they are the first and last line of defence for humankind...'

They are taking it too lightly. So fucking lightly. Do they think that saving the world required so little training? He had to bust his ass off every day after a successful operation to keep his skills at their peak to not let his Servants and friends down, and they think that they can just graduate with minimal grades and become heroes?

Snapping back to reality once the sound of tapping and a throat being cleared, he sees Ozpin, the headmaster along with his vice headmaster Glynda on the stage.

"I'll... keep this brief. You have travelled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction..."

Thus, My Life Needs No Meaning.

Frowning at the sudden sentence formed in his mind, he tossed the aria out of his head as he watched Ozpin finish talking and walk away while Glynda went to the mic to dismiss the crowd.

'That sentence...'

It was the aria of Emiya Shirou's Reality Marble, something that both he and Archer despise the most. Watching the Red girl walk away with a blond girl, he snaps out of it before walking to get a sleeping bag that Beacon provided.