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Prologue: The Empowering Darkness

With a wooden sword in his right hand and a wooden triangular shield in his left, he walked on his family's green garden bordered by the nearby forest, away from the three-story house behind him and toward the big wooden pole with smaller poles dotted all over its surface that made it look like 'branches'. It was mid-afternoon and the house was unoccupied save for him, a rare chance for him to train.

Clad in a white tanktop and a pair of blue sweatpants, he... Well, he was not someone who would make anyone bat an eye. Sure, he was tall for his age at 5 foot 8 inches (172 centimeters), but he was lanky, not much fat in his body and not much muscle either, he was the very definition of a wimp.

Wishing to change this was one of the reasons why he was now here, standing in front of a rotating pole separated into four sections with 'branches' all over each sections. "...Hah!" He started with attacking one of the branch, prompting the section to rotate and send a branch located on the opposite side but at a lower angle compared to the branch that he attacked to swing toward him. He blocked said branch with the shield, repelled it with a swing which prompted another branch to strike him at a different angle and he gritted his teeth as it hit him.

He stopped, took a step back, moved his right arm in a circular motion, testing it out "...Alright." and once he felt like he could still go on, he stepped forward and re-do it again. Strike, block and parry and then... "Hah!" He used his sword to block the strike, swung to push it off and blocked another strike... "Hm!" Then he continued on.

Attack, block and parry then another block and parry, he continued to do this until... "Agh!" Once again, he was hit and this time it was his leg. The lower section rotated and hit him right on the shin. "Crap!" He hissed as he took a step back. He lifted his right leg a bit to bleed off the tension on his feet and took a few deep breaths and slow exhalations. "...Ugh!" He gritted his teeth as he then stepped forward... "Raaagh!" and began it all over again.

It was the same routine as before, attack, block and parry followed by another block and parry and so on and so forth but this time, he added lifting his leg to dodge whenever the lower section of the rotating pole swung at him. Attack, block and parry, block and parry, dodge, attack, block and parry, block and parry, so it went on and on...

He continued to do so, his skin pouring out sweat that soaked the clothes that he was wearing and he didn't stop for a second now. "Argh!" His leg got hit but he batted the branching pole with a kick and hastily block and parried the incoming attack from the opposite side and continued his barrage. "Rrragh!" Another hit, this time on his arm... and he continued to attack the pole, ignoring the pain, fighting through them.

The sound of thick wooden branch poles hitting flesh and bones echoed but he ignored them just the same as he ignored the pain that kept building up and up through sheer will fueled by the fire that built up in his chest, stomach and spine.

"...une?"

He kept on attacking and blocking but as it went on, he began to block less and less. The pain kept mounting up and up but he fought through it.

"...aune!"

He gritted his teeth and ignored how tired he was becoming. His breath was getting shallower and shorter and it didn't help that the strikes against his body was making it worse but he continued to attack and attack...

"Jaune!"

He turned, his concentration broken and a thick wooden pole struck his head. "Agh!" The pain on his legs made him wobble and he fell to the ground knees first. "Aaaaah...!"

"You idiot...!" He heard his eldest sister's voice along with the sound of footsteps coming closer to his position. "You absolute idiot, what are you doing...?!" He saw, in his field of view, a set of blue high-heeled shoes. "Let me see!"

He looked up and saw his eldest sister's face framed with the bangs of her blonde hair that was styled into a tight bun on the back draping down the sides of her face. Her green eyes were blazing as she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up. "Sis, I-"

"How many times have I told you? Don't train without supervision!"

"I-I didn't think you'd be back so soon, Artie..."

"Thank goodness I did, all these bruises...! Gods, you..." She pulled him up, "C'mon, let's-!"

"Aagh!" Jolts of pain on his legs and feet shot up as he stood up prompted him to let out a scream.

"S-sorry sorry!" She put him down, this time on his butt. She pulled up the lower edges of his sweat pants and hissed. "...This looks bad... Stay here Jaune, I'll get some balms and bandages...!"

He saw his sister's back as she sprinted toward their house. She was still wearing her 'work clothes' that consisted of a form-fitting, long-sleeved blue suit with yellow accents that had coattails that went down to her knees completed with a pair of blue leggings that started from her thighs down to her feet that were plated with silver greaves and a high-heeled armored shoes.

"...Haaah..." he lied down on his back against the ground and looked up at the blue sky. He was starting to feel pain all over his body now that he was no longer in the moment and winced. "...Ugh." He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths and slowly exhaling to stop focusing on the pain.

He was still shitty. His strikes were subpar, his reaction time was abysmal and while his pain threshold is acceptable, he didn't have the durability to tank out hits.

And the worst part? He still didn't manage to unlock his power, his Aura. Was he not in enough pain already? Was it not enough to trigger his Aura to burst out? Did he need to do more? He felt shitty already with how much pain he was in now but was it not enough? What should he do...?

"Ugh..." It was the only way to unlock his Aura without his parents' help. He had read enough books on Aura to know the cases where a person's Aura is unlocked in a near-death situation. It was rare and as such, it involved a lot of luck. He thought that he could unlock it himself as long as he trained and push himself to exhaustion, but...

"...Next time. Next time for sure." He didn't know what else to do and he had no one to turn to. He wanted help but his parents wouldn't let his sisters and he knew no other person who had Aura outside his family. This was the only thing he could do... If only his eldest sister understood... If only his sisters understood...

"...Hm?" Something just touched him. It wasn't his sister, he would've heard her voice and footsteps first. No, it felt like... "Water...?" It felt like some sort of liquid that was soaking his right arm. He opened his eyes, turned his head to where the feeling came from... and saw nothing. However... "...The water's moving...?" Now it was beneath him, soaking his tanktop. His arm was dry though, so... "Huh...?" He tried to push himself up... "N-nggh...? I can't get up...?" He pushed harder with his hands... and he still couldn't push himself up. "H-huh...? What the...?"

"-honestly, you are so stupid!"

He turned his head to see what was in front of him and saw his sister coming with a first aid kit box. She walked toward him at a brisk pace before she stopped right beside him and knelt down. "What were you thinking? Were you even thinking?" She grabbed him by his back and pulled him up.

'...Huh?' Now he could sit up. What was... ?

"Raise your arms." She said as she lifted his arms up and with a quick tug, she pulled off his white tanktop, threw it to the side and looked over him. "Good grief..." She opened up the first aid kit, took out a small box of a brand of a healing balm, opened it, coated her fingers with the thick white balm and began to rub it on his bruises, starting from the ones on his right arm.

"Agh...!"

"Just bear it. It's your own fault, you know. Be glad that I'm not Flora, she won't have mercy on you." She said and he couldn't help but to wince. It was true, he did do this to himself and that Flora would be much worse. "I've told you time and time again, you can't just tire and hurt yourself and expect to improve. It's not healthy or even helpful."

He kept his mouth shut. Here was another lecture and he was ready to tune it out.

"Jaune, listen to me." His sister then began to move to the bruises on his chest. "You can't keep doing this to yourself."

He grimaced as the balm began to make the skin on his right arm feel hot. But he fought through the feeling and said; "You know I have to."

Her hand stopped rubbing a particularly big bruise on his chest for a moment before she resumed. "...Getting hurt like this won't trigger it, Jaune. You need-"

He scowled as he interrupted her; "You don't know that." It was so easy for his sister to say what he 'needed' to do instead of doing this, but she already had her Aura unlocked. She didn't know how much he had to struggle. "Mom unlocked your Aura, remember? You don't know whether or not this will work."

"Jaune, this will kill you before it'll unlock your Aura."

"And how would you know that?"

"The chance of unlocking your Aura by hurting yourself silly is slim, you know tha-"

"It's better than asking you or anyone else in this house."

"And hurting yourself like this is better?!"

"Of course it is!"

"It's not, Jaune! This won't unlock your Aura, the chance of that happening is-!"

"You don't know that!"

"I do know it! I've read the same books you did, it's rare for someone to unlock their Aura by themselves, it only happens in a near-death situation and this isn't-!"

"Well then maybe I should just go out to the Wilds and hope for the best! Maybe that's what our parents want! They want me to die trying!"

Her sister stopped her treatment and went silent for a while. He said it. He said it to her face and now she was looking at him with eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. Then, she scowled. "JAUNE JOHNSON ARC!"

"WHAT?! YOU KNOW THAT I'M THE WEAK LINK IN THIS FAMILY! EVEN JEANNE HAS HER AURA UNLOCKED BEFORE ME AND SHE'S MY YOUNGER TWIN!"

She flinched and grimaced. "T-that's different-!"

"HOW?! HOW IS IT DIFFERENT?!"

She bit her lip, tears were coming out of her eyes but he didn't care for it, he felt heat coursing through his veins. All the frustrations he felt... They were all coming out. "HOW?!"

"I DON'T KNOW! OKAY?! I DON'T KNOW! BUT OUR PARENTS HAVE THEIR REASONS! THEY LOVE US ALL, JAUNE AND-!"

"IF THEY DO LOVE US ALL THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY NOT HELPING ME?!"

He gritted his teeth as he pushed his sister off of him and stood up before taking a couple of steps back. The anger made him feel less of the pain. It was still there but it had been dulled. "They left me to unlock my Aura on my own, Arturia. They refused to unlock mine but they did the same with you, Liz, everyone else but me. They wanted me to do it myself, said it will be better for me but they didn't want to say how or why."

His sister stood up and slowly walked toward him, "They have their reasons, Jaune, you must understand tha-"

"I'M THEIR SON!" He stopped her in her tracks. "I'm their son... Their child." He narrowed his eyes at her, at her perfection that she naturally exuded even as she was starting to cry. "But maybe I'm just not good enough for them." He shook his head and walked toward the house, away from his eldest sister. He didn't hear her following. Good. He didn't want to talk to her.

"Jaune...? Jaune?! Jaune!" He didn't look back. He didn't want to acknowledge that he heard her calling for him. She wasn't really listening to what he was saying, there was nothing to talk about with her. She didn't understand. She wouldn't understand.

He went to the second floor, right to his room and locked the door. He then walked to his bed, plopped down on it with his back first, crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

"Jaune?" Right on cue. Not even half a minute passed and there she was, right outside his room, calling his name and knocking on the wooden door. "Jaune, can you please come out? I still need to treat your bruises."

He was fine. Hell, he didn't even feel the pain anymore. He kept his mouth shut and rolled over to his side.

"Jaune, please come out. We need to talk about this."

There was nothing to talk about. She would never understand, none of his sisters could. They were loved, their parents paid attention to them while he... He just existed, present, nothing more, a decor would be paid more attention compared to how much his parents gave a damn about him.

"Jaune? Jaune!"

He remained silent and not long afterward, so did his sister. She gave up very easily it seemed... But he knew her well to know that was simply not her style. "Arturia, I have a scissor in my hand. If you break my door down to drag me out, I promise you that I will try to kill myself to get my Aura unlocked."

There was silence for a moment... And then her sister's voice came through again. "Fine... Just... please drop the scissors."

"Not until you promise me that you won't break my door down."

"I... I promise."

"Promise on your life."

"I promise on my life that I won't break your door down."

"Good. Now leave me alone."

"Jaune!"

"Leave me ALONE, SIS!"

"Ugh! FINE!"

He heard his sister stomping away down the hallway outside and the staircase and finally, he could relax. It seemed that he had been training for far longer than he thought and that the adrenaline had now been thoroughly exhausted as he felt himself getting sleepy.

He didn't fight the drowsiness nor did he try to keep himself awake as he closed his eyes himself. He needed to sleep, to get away from his sister's nagging.

Darkness consumed his vision as he fell asleep. For a moment, there was nothing, he saw, heard and felt nothing. He didn't even exist within this darkness, this dreamless sleep...

Hello...

A voice echoed within the dark nothingness. It was the voice of an adult woman with a deep voice, distorted and warped to the point that it sounded like the rumbling of a monster. A feminine female monster, but still a monster.

Jaune... It... rolls off the tongue... Loved by the ladies...

The voice seemed to know his pick-up line somehow, the one that he learned from reading cheesy romance novels that one of his sisters liked to read.

Sorry for intruding... But I will be in your care from now on... As will you be in mine.

The voice didn't seem to make sense. What was it... Wait. Was he really dreaming?

You're not.

He struggled against invisible restraints that felt like they were wrapped all over his body. Sleep paralysis? He had experienced that once before, it wasn't pleasant and neither was this. He couldn't breathe, he needed to breathe but his body was slow to respond even though his mind was already halfway awake. Awake! Awake!

Allow me.

Suddenly, he could open his eyes on his own and the first thing he did was to take a deep breath... "N-ngggaaahhhh...!" and let out a his body shook. He felt... soaked. Why did he feel so soaked? He rubbed his tanktop and found that it has been drenched in... "U-uugh..." His sweat. And it was quite smelly too...

Shall I take care of that?

"H-huh?" The voice echoed inside his head. It wasn't coming from an outside source and went through his ears to reach his brain first, it bypassed an important step to reach his brain, how the-?

He stopped as he felt something writhing on his skin, accompanied by a sound that reminded him of the sound of high pressure of water with high viscosity churning through the tube of a metal pipe. Looking down, he saw that some... churning black mass were writhing and moving all over him, on his skin out his tanktop and everything. "W-what the-?!"

Calm down.

"C-calm..." Slowly, he felt less and less soaked as the black mass consumed his sweat. "T-the fuck...?"

I'm drying your clothes.

"Uh... T-thanks?" He didn't know if that was what he should say, but... "W-what are... W-who am I talking to? Are you inside my head? Is this black mass... you?"

Yes. I am what you call a Grimm.

His eyes went wide. "T-THE FUC-!" The black mass latched onto his mouth and filled it up until it was close to the opening of the throat. "N-Nggggggggghhh!"

Hey hey, let me explain myself first. I'm not like those other Grimm.

"NNNNNNGGG!" Was all that he said with his mouth while his mind said... 'Yeah, I bet you say that to all the guys you get inside of."

You're my first actually.

'Oh I feel so special... And so used!' Really though, this thing got inside of him and even though it had the voice of a woman, it still sounded so warped that it reminded him that this was a monster of some sort, a Grimm. 'Get the hell out of me!' he grabbed on the black mass and began to pull.

I can't! We're already bonded deep enough to talk mentally!

'Oh screw this!' Not only did he have a bad day, but now it was made worse by the fact that a Grimm got into his body. 'If I can do something right for once, then I'm taking you with me!'

W-wait, don't-!

He ran toward the window and the Grimm began to wrap his head with its black mass. "MNNNNNN!" He clawed and felt out the window before finding the lever, which he immediately pulled down.

Listen to me, damn it!

He didn't respond to whatever the Grimm had to say, he didn't have to. He reached out to the window, pulled it open and took a leap out. "NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!" Midair, the black mass wrapped itself all over his body, making a cocoon that cushioned his fall onto the hard ground. "MMM!" he landed and bounced once before landing again, all of this happened without even a faint sound.

Calm the FUCK down!

"MMMMNNNNNGGGGGG!" Translation: 'Like hell I can calm down! You're a Grimm and you're inside my head! You're trying to take control of me, don't you?!'

I mean you no harm! Seriously!

'Like I can believe a Grimm!' He said before he began to writhe and struggle inside the cocoon.

Ugh! Fine, let's take this somewhere else!

From the underside of the cocoon, a lot of insect legs, each being the average size of a human's index finger, popped out and with tiny cricketing noise, they moved. 'Where are you taking me?!'

Somewhere where we won't be disturbed! You're such a handful! Then again, that's why you're the most appropriate one for me so I guess I'll have to live with it.

'Let me go!'

Give me a chance at least, okay?! I need you, I don't want to kill you even though you're making this difficult!

He resisted still but... Even though the voice in his head was quite monstrous, it was talking to him just like how any normal human being would talk. 'Then let me the fuck go first before you talk!'

And let you just run off before I can explain myself?! Just stay still!

'I promise I won't run!'

Can you promise on your life?

'...'

THEN SHUT UP AND JUST STAY STILL FOR A SECOND!

"MNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!"

UGH!

He tried to fight the whole way, never stopping his struggle, never letting up but he was not powerful enough to break free of the cocoon. He was helpless but that didn't mean that he would continue to fight to try and break through.

Then, after what felt like a long time, the cocoon stopped walking and it broke down, freeing him from its cage and he fell back-first on the ground, looking up... at the dark blue of the early evening sky. "I-it's already night? The hell..."

You've slept for quite a while.

"Ah. Right." He must've been tired... Or... "Was that your doing too?" Looking at what was around him, he found only trees and the shadow cast by the canopy of the leaves of said trees above as the moonlight set the night alight with its dim lighting.

Kind of. You were already tired, I just subtly urged you to sleep so that I can link our minds together.

"Yeah, about that... When did that happen? I don't remember being invaded by a Grimm or even attacked by one."

I've been watching you for a few days now but I didn't bond to you until recently, just a few hours ago in fact.

"A few hours ago...?" he frowned as he narrowed his eyes, looking at nothing in particular. What happened a few hours ago? "I was training and..." When did the Grimm...? "...Ah, that wet, sticky feeling, that was you?"

Yeah. You were very troubled, very vulnerable, it was my chance.

"Hey hey, do you really mean no harm?"

I am!

"Somehow I don't really believe that. Hell, I have no reason to believe you."

Okay okay, let's... Let's do a re-do, how can I prove myself to you?

...The question rendered him silent for a moment. The Grimm was asking him how he would be able to prove itself to him. It asked him. It wanted his input. "...I don't know." Being put on the spot like this made his mind go blank, "But still, what-?"

He heard it first, the sound of a growling beast followed by the faint sound of its light steps as its limbs were pressed onto the soft grass on the ground. The sound was unmistakably that of a predator, but... If this forest was around his home, then it should be free of natural predators.

Jaune, there's a Beowolf right behind you.

'I noticed.'

Your hearing has gotten sharper, good, that means our bond is becoming stronger, we are getting more synchronized.

'You're already in my head, how stronger can it get?'

Much stronger. Now, I've already unlocked your Aura, but-

"Wait, what?!" A Grimm unlocked his Aura?! How the hell did that even wo-?!

Duck!

He fell into a prone position as the big form of the black Beowolf soar above him and landed a few feet away. Looking up, he saw that the Beowolf was on all fours as it glared at him with its red eyes and its fangs bared. Even on all fours, it was at least his size and a half and then there were its sharp teeth and claws...!

Your Aura is unlocked but you can't fight well yet. Allow me to prove myself!

He felt the black liquid-like mass of the Grimm that had become a part of him emerged and began to envelop him within it. It clung to him, pressing itself close to his skin and clothes and covering him from top to bottom with what felt like second skin. Looking down at his hands, he saw that it has been blackened, "W-what...?"

The Beowolf lunged... yet it did so slowly. So slow that it got him captivated...

Dodge!

His eyes widened and he rolled out of the way just as the Beowolf missed his mark again. He stood up, looked down at himself and saw that he was... He looked like he was wearing a skin-tight onesie colored in black made out of material that gleamed a bit under the moonlight. "W-what the...? Is this you?" He reached up and began to roam his hands all over his head... and he felt not skin nor hair but a mask of some sort that covered it all up.

Yes. Now let's fight that Beowolf.

"...Okay." Somehow, he felt like he could do it. Being covered in this strange Grimm Suit made him feel strong. Capable. "You know, that slowing down time thing... Does that mean I'm faster now?"

Faster, stronger, you are better than you used to be in almost every physical aspect. And it isn't just me that's doing this, it's your Aura. You have so much of it and the nature of it... You are quite powerful, Jaune.

He smiled. There it was. The validation of his existence, acknowledgement of his talent... And it came from a Grimm of all things. It was a Grimm who helped him become more, not his parents, not his sisters... But this Grimm. "Thanks."

You're welcome. Now, let's show this guy how much he messed up, shall we?

The Beowolf lunged at him again. Time slowed down as he dodged to the side, caught it by its outstretched right arm and he swung him like a bat before letting go, sending it flying to a nearby tree with a sickening crack that would've broken an Aura-less man's spine.

He stomped and dashed toward the Beowolf, swung and punched the Beowolf's head, caving its snout in and cracking the tree trunk right behind it. It slumped to the ground, motionless, soundless, lifeless.

"...I did it." His first Grimm kill... "But that... that was too easy, wasn't it?"

It was just a lone Beowolf, nothing more than fodder.

"Yeah, but even so... How strong does that make me...?" Looking down at the Grimm corpse, he saw that it was beginning to crumble away into ashes like it's supposed to. "Hm?" The right arm of his... Grimm Suit, morphed itself into a mass of tendril that extended itself down and latched onto the slowly crumbling Beowolf. The black mass swirled and warped around as it enveloped the Beowolf.

Then came the sound of... gnashing, if he could describe it as that, that came from within the enveloped Beowolf. It lasted for only a few seconds before the tendrils retreated and morphed back into his right arm... "...Um... did you just eat that Beowolf?"

And digest it to make more materials for us to use.

"...Why did you eat one of your own?"

...I'm not them anymore. I'm yours.

...The logic didn't really make sense, but... There was a powerful sentiment behind it. The Grimm bonded with him, it wanted to be with him, it wanted to help him, and as such, it considered itself separate from the other Grimm. "Okay, so... Is eating them necessary? And what's this about materials?"

It's not a necessity for us. Eating things that is, we don't really need to eat. However, it's different with the Grimm... With each Grimm we consume, we become more powerful.

"And how does that work?"

Our union. Normally, Grimm can only become stronger and smarter through age but I'm an exception to that though I don't know why. I can consume Grimm and grow stronger and better for it. However, I can't maintain my sense of self and grow stronger at the same time and I'm also not invincible to subjugation. I realized that I needed a body with a soul, a host to help keeping me stable and immune from anyone controlling me.

"...And that's where I come in, I guess?"

Yes. It can't be just anyone. You're the best one I can ever hope for and it's not just because of your Aura.

"Yeah you mentioned that, what's the deal with my Aura?"

You have it in abundance and in addition to that, the nature of your Aura, your soul, is malleable. It can be used for anything. Try activ-

The sound of familiar growl came again, and this time, it came from more than just one source. "...A pack of Beowolves?"

Mm-hm, and there's an Alpha leading them as well.

"Great."

Don't worry. We can handle this. Together, we're strong, fast and durable. And to add to that, we have our weapons.

"Weapons..?"

Allow me.

The blackness on his hands warped and changed form. The tip of his fingers elongated, sharpened and hardened themselves until they gleamed under the moonlight and were half as long as the fingers they sprouted out from. "...Claws, huh? I'd prefer fists myself."

Oh that can be arranged.

His hands warped again as the claws receded back to the hands. Make fists. He did so and once again, his hands warped, changing his fists into the form of a rectangular-shaped hammer's dull end, gleaming as if they were made out of metal the same way the claws had been. "...Hammerfists. Nice."

The growling sounds got closer as well as the sound of rustling. He turned 180 degrees and saw the pack of Beowolf he had heard coming had arrived. The Alpha, the biggest Beowolf that was at least three times bigger than the other Beowolves around it with the most bone-like armor protruding all over its body in the pack, stood at the back. Unlike the seven normal Beowolves who were baring their sharp teeth at him, the Alpha looked calm... But he heard the rumbling sound coming from its closed mouth.

"Alright then... Let's do this." First, he needed to weed out the weak ones but... 'Can you make some distraction? I'm thinking some sort of grenade.'

Hmm... Try this. His left hand warped back to its default state and he felt like he was holding something on that palm. He opened up his left hand and saw a ball made out of gleaming blackness that pulsed glowing red light twice per second like it was a heart. It sticks.

He grinned, "Nice." He threw it right at the Alpha and once it stuck to its body, he leaped to one of the Beowolf and smacked him with his right Hammerfist, making it fall to the ground. A second later, he felt time slowing down as a big shadow loomed over him. He turned and the ones who cast the shadow was six Beowolves that were all lunging at him... Before something exploded right behind them and caught them mid-air, pulling them down to the ground.

"Hah!" He turned back to the Beowolf he punched that was pushing itself back up. He changed his left hand to its Clawed form and grabbed its head before squeezing. The force of his grip and the sharp hardened claws pierced and then flattened the Beowolf's head in a second and tendrils then came out of his Grimm Suit, enveloping the now dead Beowolf and consuming it.

Turning back to the other Beowolves he saw what the grenade did. It did not explode to shoot out sharp fragments, its explosion instead shot out a big black sticky mass of his Grimm Suit that were holding them onto each other and the ground they're on. "Real nice."

Why thank you.

He dashed at the nearest trapped Beowolf, changing his left hand back into Hammerfist form and hit the Beowolf head on its sides and crushed its skull into paste. As his Grimm Suit spout out tendrils to consume it as well, he moved on to the next one, changing his left hand into its Clawed form, stab it on the left side of its head and kept it there before hammering the right side of its head and completely caving it in, killing it before he pulled its head off with his clawed hand which then warped as it consumed the head. 'Get the tendrils ready on my feet!'

Already ready!

'Right, we're bonded after all.' He lifted his left leg, leaped forward, hitting the headless body of the Beowolf feet-first, letting gravity take them both toward the ground and effectively stomping its chest to the ground. Upon impact, his left foreleg down to the sole sprouted tendrils that immediately and quickly began to consume the Beowolf.

Looking at the remaining Beowolves, he saw that they were close to breaking off the entangled mess of a mass. Though he felt like they could take them on even if they ganged up on them, he'd rather be efficient about it. 'We need a weapon that can do some crowd control. The tendrils, we need a barbed one.'

Give me just a second...

His right hand warped, this time, it reformed itself into a big, girthy, long tendril, slightly longer than his own height and it was barbed with sharp gleaming protrusions that were all over its surface including its tip. He grinned as he swung his right arm up and then around, increasing the tendril's tension before he swung it like he would a whip onto the nearest Beowolves... And cut their heads into two separate sections.

He rushed over to them and once near, the non-barbed tendrils of the Grimm Suit quickly latched on to the dead Beowolves and consumed them as well. 'Four down, three small fries and one big burger left.' He watched as the Alpha and the other Beowolves broke free of the mess of mass, 'And they're all free.'

But we're stronger now. Don't let up.

'I know, but still, there has to be a more efficient way to engage them. Give me another gren- No, they'd be prepared for that, especially the Alpha. Alright, how about something more traditional. A little S&S.'

...Ah. Fight them like a human.

'Exactly.' He grinned as both his arms warped. The Whip form on his right hand shifted into a more streamlined human weapon but greater in size and length integrated onto the forearm while the Claws on his left hand receded before sprouting tendrils that wrapped onto each other and hardened themselves into creating a more singular form shaped like a disk which is connected to the forearm.

Once completed, he now had a combination of a weapon and a tool that worked well together. On his right was an offensive tool made to be immediately lethal, a black double-edged Blade with that gleamed under the moonlight. On his left was a defensive tool with little to show for in terms of lethality but will protect what it's covering behind it. Together, they formed the combination that humanity had become very familiar with since the dawn of civilization. 'You can never go wrong with basic sword and shield combo.'

The Beowolves attacked together as one. The first one to got close to him got blocked and parried by the shield and when the second one tried to attack from the other side, he thrusted his Bladed arm forward, stabbing the Beowolf and he charged, pushing the blade through to the Beowolf's body and through it, his Suit consumed it.

Above!

He rolled to his left, back to the Beowolf he had blocked and parried before and quickly sliced off its legs before slicing off its right arm, its right shoulder, some section of its chest along with its neck and head from the rest of its body. 'No time to eat them though!'

I know!

He leaped back as the big Alpha slammed its big clawed hand to where he was and chopped the Beowolf to bits. Mid-air, he turned his head to the last normal Beowolf on all four of its limbs and changed his blade into its Whip form which he shot to it. The Beowolf dodged to the side, the whip missing by a few inches and stabbed the ground. He then had the whip retract back to himself while still stabbing the ground, pulling him closer to the Beowolf.

He landed right before the normal Beowolf before immediately charging with his Shield first, slamming it onto its body, lifted it up a bit, "OOOOOOHHHH!" and continued his charge toward a nearby tree. He slammed the Beowolf onto the tree trunk, pinned it there as he pulled back his right arm that had been turned into its Blade form, pushing the Blade out of his Suit before grabbing the blade's hilt with his right hand and sliced off the Beowolf's head from its body.

Shield up and turn back!

He turned and raised up his shield first right on time as the Alpha Beowolf's claws hit it. He pulled back his right hand holding the Sword and thrust it on its right leg... 'Damn it, it didn't go through, this guy's tougher!' The Alpha let out a short growl before its big hand was on his right forearm. 'Barbed Gauntlet!'

Just did it!

His Sword receded back into his right forearm before sharp black spikes came out of it and punctured the Alpha's right palm... But it didn't let up. It then grabbed him by his head with its other hand and began to squeeze him as it lifted him up. 'Shit, this guy's resilient! What do you have that can-?'

Synchro Form! Instead of focusing on shaping parts of your body into a weapon, I'll make you bigger and even more powerful all over by synching us into one entity!

'Alright, do it!'

Here goes!

His whole body warped and shifted. From top to bottom, inside and out, he felt himself changing. His felt his body being filled with something that gave him more height and mass along with sending his senses into overdrive. His brain and nervous system heated up in a flash of hot white as the Grimm Suit merged with his mind and turning two into one.

His... Their body grew and grew, pushing out the Alpha's hands off of their head and right arm as they grew to be as tall and girthy as it was. On its red eyes, they saw the reflection of their own visage, a nose-less face fully covered in darkness save for its eyes that were in the form of pupil-less white scleras in a curved triangular shape, lacking a nose and for a mouth, they had a pair of grinning black lips, stretched to where the ears should be, showing two rows of gleaming white teeth that looked very human-like.

"Hello." Their voice was deep and rumbling, the sound of a monster speaking like a human. They saw fear in its eyes as they grabbed its head with their hands and started to squeeze. It proved to be quite durable as it whined, kicked, clawed and struggled against the pressure they gave to its head... "Sssshhhh... No use in struggling." Its head began to deflate with a cracking sound and when it caved, their hands clapping squashed its head as if it was a grape.

They then grabbed the Alpha's limp body by the sides of its torso... "WRRRRYYAAAAH!" and pulled it apart in two. Their tendrils started to work on its remains, consuming it until there was nothing left of it. "Hhmmmm... So we are one now, huh? Hmmm... Heh... Hehehehehe... So much power... Yeeessss... Hmm... Heh... Hehehe... Let's go on a hunt."

They began to sprint, their two feet stomped against the ground as they ran faster than the average vehicle, making the trees they ran past almost look like a blur to their eyes. Though they didn't have a nose, they have another organ to compensate. "Nnlyyeahhh..." They let their long tongue out, moving it around to taste the air. Through it, they located a couple of Grimm a bit far away from where they were. "Shho much Ghrimm...! We can go all night! Hm? Oh right, we can't go for long because our family might know that Jaune is missing. Alright then, just for a little bit. Just for a little bit...! Tonight, we will be the BANE of the local Grimm population! We will be the killing VENOM to their pathetic, miserable existence! AAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!"

To Be Continued...

Can you imagine Venom with the same eyes and noseless face but instead of rows of sharp fangs for a mouth, it was instead a human-like mouth? Imagine Venom having black lips that looked somewhat normal but could stretch ear-to-ear when it grinned combined with two rows teeth that are shaped like a human's but they looked too white and gleamed too much. That's what Jaune-Venom's face look like here.

Also, shout-out to [PROTOTYPE] which inspires the weapons Jaune-Venom use here. Does anyone remember that game? It really needs a good remake/reboot for the current generation. So, Comedy, Drama, Action and maybe some Romance will come along the way. See you in the next one.