That disclaimer everyone expects but never actually reads: My Hero Academia and all of its characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. Likewise, RWBY and all of its characters belong to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

Before I start, I'm going to be altering some things about Remnant because even if Rooster Teeth doesn't care if the world of Remnant makes sense, I do.

The dragon island north of Vacuo is completely ignored by Rooster Teeth which is pretty disappointing given how cool it looks. In this fic, it's going to consist of two areas:

The northern wing and the tail are what we'll call the 'Free Banks.' It's an alliance to create a trade hub. Agriculture is a huge focus given Atlas can't exactly feed its people on its icy, uninhabitable tundra land since logically there would be little to no plants that can be cultivated in that climate. Along with agriculture, manufacturing weapons and private armies are a huge focus here.

The main body and head of the dragon are known as 'Tenebris' which translates to 'Shadowland.' The name may not be creative but I spammed words in Latin and found something decent. If you couldn't tell by the name, it's completely overrun with Grimm, the walking shadows. This is the most profitable, resource-rich area in all of Remnant (mainly Dust and metals etc). If people want to get those resources, they need to risk their lives. The area is often explored by professional huntsmen in the hopes that the area can be settled and the resources mined and taken. However, even they will struggle against the decades-old and potentially centuries-old Grimm that prowl in the night.

Speaking of Grimm, those shadowy creatures are going to be a little more interesting. They have threat levels (Dark 1 through 4 which will be explained, don't worry) and each species of Grimm (Ursa, Beowolf, Nevermore etc) can move up a level if they fit the requirements. In a fight, a huntsman might be able to knock down one Ursa with a single punch but then require a hundred tactical nukes to kill another.

Grimm will also be similar to actual animals. They actively hunt humans and Faunus but they will fight anything they perceive as a threat. Once a Grimm dies, the shadowy flesh disappears but the bones remain and are often used as proof of a successful hunt. They're also used for medical and educational purposes as well as ornamental use.

Grimm are also going to have an affinity to the darkness, mainly because they are literal shadows and embodiments of darkness. Going to a dark cave for a mining operation is a suicide mission given the fact that Grimm can become stronger by prowling in the dark (which is where the name 'Dark scale' comes from.) This affinity to dark does not make them weaker to light. It does mean that Grimm in caves and those that have lived through thousands of nights will be stronger than Grimm who have been in constant light.

Aura is going to have stages. Huntsmen aren't just people who are good at combat, they're people with Aura that goes well beyond what the average person can handle. There are few huntsmen in the world simply because not everyone can make it. Everyone is born with a weak aura but some people have a natural advantage when it comes to cultivating it and others don't.

Aura will also be an 'on-off' thing instead of a passive shield. When in a dangerous situation, a person can activate their Aura and keep it up for a finite amount of time before they need to take a break to recharge. When in a fight, damaging the shield will shorten the amount of time they can keep the shield up. In a sanctioned fight (like the Vytal Festival and the sparring classes) people must tap out once they hit a specific time (one hour, thirty minutes etc.)

I'll be using the Aura system suggested by Celtic Phoenix system since it's simple and straightforward for you and me. It works on a letter-number basis where the letter represents durability and the number represents the hours that the shield can be held for without being attacked.

A to E is the range that all of the bakers, shop owners and other civilians occupy. A person with the A-rating would lose time from being flicked whilst a person with an E rating would need to fight a talented boxer or MMA fighter to start losing minutes. Of course, stronger hand-to-hand fighters and other experienced brawlers can easily fight opponents of this range.

F to T cover weapons of all kinds. Be it a melee weapon, a bullet or a grenade to the face, if a person withstands one of them, it's easy to assume they're within this range. A person with the F-rating could survive light stabs and slashes whilst being shot at with a low-velocity pistol but not much more. A T-rating implies that they can withstand explosions to the face and high physical trauma like being run over by a semi. A T-Rating is as high as most people will ever see or hear of.

U to Y is where the top tier people are at. The maidens, the silver-eyed warriors and heroes of legend are often found in this area. This is most commonly used when measuring warriors of old as well as some of the strongest humans to ever exist like All Might and All For One. They can withstand tremendous amounts of physical trauma, think of things like plane crashes and the like.

Z is more symbolic than anything else. It is a rating that most religions agree their deity has. This means that this rating won't be used until much, much later in the story.

Finally, Semblances are unlocked via training or stress. However, even when the semblance has been unlocked, some may not be able to utilise it fully without extra training. Those cases are few and far between since, more often than not, people will instinctively get a grasp of how to use it through accidental use.

"Speaking"

"Rambling-because-removing-spaces-makes-it-hard-to-read"

Izuku Midoriya was an inventor. It was a simple fact. As much as the boy idolised the Huntsmen and Huntresses that fought the Grimm, nothing compared to his love for cold, hard steel and a bunch of motors. By age six, he'd make blueprints of what weapons he wanted to use, no matter how rough they were. By age seven, he turned those primitive blueprints into a physical product. By age 15, the boy could supply an army with his custom weapons.

It was why he sat in his room, screwdriver in hand as he unscrewed some bolts on half of a thick, hefty bracer the length of his forearm. The metal screw fell out of its hole, allowing Izuku to remove a piece of the exterior of the bracer.

"C'mon! C'mon! You can't break on me now!" Izuku said, a few tears in his eyes, "You're my best weapon! I shouldn't have tried to lift a car with only one wire! I knew it wouldn't work!"

Black Whip, the name of the bracers, was one of the oldest and most versatile weapons in Izuku's arsenal. He'd made two metal bands, one for each arm, and each band held two wires. At first, the inventor would use a sliding mechanism and pull the wires out to be used by hand. However, to make it more useful, Izuku added a motion sensor and placed a few motors to create controls to move the whip at will.

It may have taken a while to write the code onto the system but he managed (after copying some code from a forum he'd found.) A large enhancement that came with the motion sensor was a mini hydraulic pulling kit to help the whip reach mind-boggling speeds. Another addition to the Black Whip was the use of lightning dust and rubber tips at the end of each whip. It was safe to say that being struck by the end of Black Whip would cause crippling pain.

He removed the piece of metal exterior and tapped a release mechanism to stop any resistance from the wire. The inventor pulled the metal out of its enclosure and looked for the area where a cable had snapped. Once he found the split in the wire, Midoriya sighed in relief given that he had only broken a segment and not the entire weapon.

Izuku started scribbling in his notebook, "If I didn't break the main innards, I should start noting down my results. One wire can, almost, lift an old car which was once around 1'100 kg. Since the interior was completely hollowed out, only the chassis and the exterior need to be accounted for. That would mean I almost lifted around 60% of the car which is 660 kg. Thank you, moments and hydraulics for the power you've given me. I knew that Black Whip was a great idea from the day I made it.

With the notes done, the wire further, "I'm sorry I caused you to break but I'll fix you tomorrow! Please forgive me!"

Izuku started rambling to the cold metal, a one-sided apology which seemed to not be accepted. He made a whining noise and his cheeks started to heat up once he realised what he was doing. Realising the amount of noise he was making in the night it was, he quickly bit his lip and hoped no one heard him.

Izuku updated his schedule to remake the wire after he came home from combat school, "It should take a few days to mould a new wire and cool it down. Until then, one of my wires will be a few centimetres shorter than the other."

Someone knocked on the door, causing him to yelp in surprise, "You can come in, mum."

The woman walked in, a tired yet slightly amused look on her face, "Izuku, what did we say about late-night tinkering? You always start talking to your weapons and it's too late in the night for a boy your age to be talking with inanimate objects. You can only upgrade your weapons on the weekends! Isn't the school year ending in a few weeks anyway? All of that time just for you to upgrade your weapons. Think of all the things you can do then and all the sleep you can get now."

The boy looked at his mum apologetically, "I'm sorry, mum! Though, technically this isn't an upgrade... It's a repair. One of Black Whip's wires tore so I needed to remove it before it hurt someone."

The edge of Inko's lips rose a little, "Always thinking of other people, aren't you, Izuku? That's why you'd make a great huntsman. Even without your aura, you're still the hero I know you'll become. But, even heroes need their rest between battles."

Izuku frowned a little when she mentioned his condition. He basically had no aura. None! He wasn't even an A-0 on the universal aura scale. He wasn't simply a weakling, he was a complete pushover. His aura lasted maybe twenty seconds total simply because a slight breeze could empty his limited supply in seconds.

This caused Izuku to be… bullied? Harassed? Neglected? All of the above? All of the above was probably the correct option. Izuku was one-of-a-kind, a spectacle of pitiful strength and bad luck. A person so weak he had to rely on gadgets to even hold his own against the others, something which could either be admired for the attempt or looked down on.

He was powerless. He shouldn't be able to reach his dream... Or he wouldn't be able to reach his dream if he didn't have a knack for creating weapons and gadgets (the ones that he was often ridiculed for.) Aura and semblances were amazing but, for Izuku, armour and weapons were the way to go. After all, if he learnt anything from his huntsman studies, it was that 'it's also a gun' was a universally accepted statement.

Every weapon he'd created lay behind him on a steel shelf, bringing that familiar sense of nostalgia. The variety of gadgets, miniature guns, revolver maces (since one wasn't enough), the explosive javelins and numerous other weapons, equipment and projectiles were an example that he, Izuku Midoriya, could rise to any challenge despite his lack of Aura.

"Alright, mum! Even All Might will only do hero work for three hours per day. My wires tore so I'm going to need to make a new one after school," Izuku said, his attention going back to his sole parental figure, "Though I should probably plan some enhancements for my wrist-mounted gun!"

Inko gave him a warm smile, "Ah, the guns. You know, we should question children creating and using tools of mass murder but, in this day and age, it's become the norm… Heh, if it wasn't, you wouldn't make all of your tools like that gun gauntlet? Gunlet, perhaps? It was adorable when you pitched it to me."

"But a mini machine gun on your wrist is so cool!" Izuku defended, grabbing a gauntlet and pressing a button, "I mean, I can have Black Whip attach behind the machine gun barrel to drag targets into the firing range!"

"Whatever, Izuku. But, even though you dream to be a huntsman, I still wish that wasn't necessary… Wouldn't it be nice if the Grimm just disappeared?" Inko smiled, flicking a switch to turn off the lights, "But, no need to speculate what ifs. Go to sleep. You can upgrade your gun gauntlet tomorrow night!"

"Alright! Goodnight."

Izuku activated his wrist gauntlet, a barrel popping out of the exterior. He was currently standing at the shooting range for Sanctum Academy, barrel aimed at a target as he held the timer with Black Whip.

He'd already started the moulding process for one of the wires and would let it cool overnight. In the meantime, Izuku wanted to get a little marksman training with his Wrist Mounted Gun and some of his other firearms. The boy raised his right forearm to disable the safety and allow him to open fire at will.

The Wrist Mounted Gun, sometimes shortened to WMG, are a duo of gauntlets that house both a semi-machine gun and several magazines of ammo. He placed the trigger onto the lower palm of the gauntlet, a sliding mechanism over it so that it doesn't trigger by accident

The WMG was Izuku's first dabble into a ranged weapon after Sanctum improved his skills with handguns and submachine guns. He'd designed with a single idea in his head: use Black Whip to swing any opposition in front of the barrel and shoot them at point-blank range. Of course, that meant he needed to attach Black Whip onto his WMG.

He achieved this by attaching both halves of both of the metal bands that contained Black Whip and used magnetism and a railing system to slide them onto the gauntlet. The two worked in tandem and the boy enjoyed the feeling of completeness when using his creations together. In Izuku's eye's, Black Whip and WMG gave him the power to become a hunter and that's what he would do.

Izuku got as close as he could to a Chapman stance, left arm bent upwards to support his right gauntlet whilst relaxing his lower muscles into the textbook stance (left foot slightly ahead of the right foot.) Whilst he could dual-wield his machine guns, he liked the accuracy and precision that was gained from the Chapman stance which was his default firearm stance. Another wire came out of Izuku's Black Whip and tapped the button causing a little beep to go off.

As soon as the beep hit his ears, he fired two rounds at one target, pivoted to shoot another one, sprayed a short burst at one of the moving targets and shot down one of the flying red discs. Izuku sprinted to his left, rolling behind cover and firing bullets at the target directly in front of him.

Izuku ran out of cover and quickly took notice of the number of targets that were three metres away from him. With a dual-wield approach, Izuku sprayed bullets at the targets. He hit the targets as accurately as he could given the inaccuracy of dual-wielding. His arms swept from the left to the right, knocking down each of the targets around him, before pivoting to the right and running to the next set of targets.

"Dual wielding is impractical unless the targets are less than five metres away! Any further than that and I'd just be wasting ammo!" Izuku reminded himself as he sprinted to the final set of targets.

Though that wasn't too important since one of WMG's main advantages over a standard firearm was the ammo capacity. Whilst your average submachine gun or machine pistol held between 20 to 40 rounds, Izuku was able to stuff his gauntlets with 250 9mm bullets. He did this by running 9mm bullets along the length of his forearm, all around his forearm. Given he had two gauntlets, he had a max capacity of 500 bullets before the boy would need to reload the Wrist Mounted Gun so he was usually ready for a lengthy encounter.

Izuku went back into the reliable Chapman Stance as he reached the final group of targets. He dove to the first cover he saw before rising up to aim at his next targets. The boy fired a couple of bullets at a bullseye on the ground before pivoting slightly clockwise and shooting a burst at the humanoid target. The inventor steadied himself before firing single rounds at a quartet of targets twenty metres off. Though he missed his first round, the other four bullets hit each of their marks causing Izuku to sigh in relief.

He stopped the timer with Black Whip and checked his time, "1:31 is a slight improvement over my old 1:32.5."

The inventor opened a lock on his weapons and looked at his remaining ammo. He'd fired a little under a quarter of his total ammo on his right gauntlet and thirty rounds on his left, which meant he should probably reload if he wanted to have another attempt. As he walked back to the stands, Izuku heard someone speak to him

"Hello there! You have impressive aim and such a unique weapon!" Izuku looked up and saw a rather pretty girl, "You should be proud of crafting it. It's said that a weapon is an extension of one's body so I assume you're the inventive type."

Izuku smiled slightly, trying to keep his nerves down from human interaction, "O-Oh, t-thank you..."

The girl seemed a little to smile a little, "Pyrrha Nikos. Will I be seeing you here again?"

Izuku nodded, cheeks gaining a slight red tint due to awkwardness and embarrassment, "Y-Yes. I come here to t-train my skill with these g-gauntlets. M-My name is Izuku M-Midoriya by the way…"

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Izuku!" the girl said before lifting a small device, "Would you mind holding the stopwatch for me?"

The green-haired boy shook his head, "I-I wouldn't mind at all."

He held the stopwatch with Black Whip, eliciting a yelp of surprise. The girl got over it and waited for her to get into position before giving her the go. Izuku expected the girl to reach a similar time to him, maybe a little lower given he wasn't the greatest marksman. He was utterly surprised when she beat him by a solid twelve seconds.

Izuku handed back her stopwatch with a look of awe, "Holy Woah! Y-You have an amazing aim, I bet you're one of the top students!"

Pyrrha giggled in delight, "Maybe so. Well, I've kept you here long enough, I'll take the stopwatch."

Izuku gave one of his bright, warm smiles, "I-I don't mind at all! I can s-stay for another thirty minutes. D-Do you mind if I take some notes on your stance?"

Pyrrha nodded, eliciting a small smile from Izuku. The girl had incredible aim so he just had to take some notes from her style. It was just so… amazing. She had the kind of prowess he'd expect from an experienced Amazonian warrior. She had the kind of power the heroes from the stories would use to save people. She had the kind of skill he should study and learn from!

Izuku was jogging back home from Sanctum, the weekend calling for him to start modifying one of his weapons. Though that didn't mean he didn't enjoy today! He'd enjoyed the time with Pyrrha. Izuku took note of her footwork and how she seemed to snap onto her targets and would fire two consecutive rounds every time, the second always being used as a guarantee of the hit.

He took a few steps forward, going under a little bridge before he heard the sound of a gun being cocked behind him. He pivoted on his feet to be met with a man in a mask. A… white Grimm mask which would indicate he was a member of the White Fang.

A member. As in a singular person… Izuku eyed the man for a second before looking at the gun in his hands. It seemed to be a modified assault rifle, pointed right at him. The man's finger was away from the trigger, indicating he didn't intend to shoot the boy.

"Alright, kid! Let me tell you something simple! I've got a huntsman chasing me down so I'd prefer it if you walk along now!" the man said before giving an unnerving smile "Or maybe I'll use you as a hostage!"

Izuku pulled out two noise-cancelling earbuds and placed them in his ears. He masked his fear with confidence. Not confidence in himself but in the two gauntlets on his arms.

Without so much as a warning, Izuku activated Black Whip and slammed the tip right into the man's hand. The grip on the gun loosened as the man screamed in agony. A rubber bullet hurt like hell when moving at sonic speeds so if a rubber bullet hit you at Mach 3, there was little chance you wouldn't feel it.

The White Fang Member gave a masochistic grin, letting venom seep out of the corners. He clapped his hands, causing parts of the wall to come out and try and crush Izuku's torso. The man seemed to think that was enough to kill the boy, smirk showing that he saw his attack as the finishing moves.

Izuku, realising this was the work of a semblance, knew that the man was at least on the Aura scale. The boy reasoned that the semblance proved that the Fang member was strong enough to necessitate the higher end of Black Whip's force output. Well-actually-if-they-were-weaker-than-a-K-rating-he-might-need-to-hold-back-a-little-more.

The wire extended to max length in less than a second, four long wires of steel intimidating the fang member. He sprayed bullets at the White Fang member who, in turn, clapped his hands together. Izuku's fingers moved quickly, causing the whip to slam straight into the concrete that had been attempting to crush him. He'd previously hit the man at Mach 3, but this time, he hit the concrete at Mach 10. His target shattered under the force.

The White Fang member shook a little, ears hurting from the close proximity to a sonic boom. He tried attacking again only to face the same result. The dust cloud that erupted from each hit obscured his view.

Izuku cracked Black Whip at the man, slamming him into a wall. The attack was followed by three similar ones in quick succession. The actual damage he did should be enough to safely approach the man and apprehend him with the wire.

Coming out of the dust cloud, Izuku saw a battered but battle-ready Faunus inside a crater. He snaked the metal around the man's ankle releasing a quick flash of electricity to stun the man. Now in control of the fight, Izuku slammed his opponent in the walls around him, racking up damage onto the Aura shield.

The green-haired boy was about to finish the attack with a slam into the ground but he felt something rough around his feet. The sensation only lasted a second before the same thing pulled him back. He fell onto the floor and, realising that he was in a disadvantageous position, cracked his whip to scare off any attempts at close-quarters fighting. Black Whip and WMG worked best at any distance above three metres.

The cracks fell on deaf ears, given the number of sonic booms that had hit the masked man's unprotected ears. Izuku wrapped the wire around his opponent's neck, tugging on the wire. The man choked as he was strangled and thrown onto the ground next to the boy.

Izuku felt the ground below him start to rise up, "Aw, shoot!"

The boy extended two whips, digging them into one of the walls. He retracted the two whips, pulling himself off of the platform a few seconds before he would've been crushed. He rolled to the side, arms scraping on the concrete. It hurt a little but it was nowhere near the pain of Black Whip's hits. He got back onto his feet, standing straight as he removed the whips from the wall.

He extended all four whips for four attacks in quick succession. The attack was at Mach 9, resulting in four deafening booms. The attack acted as three things: a stun mechanism to try and stop the White Fang member with sheer pain, a deterrent to show that he was in control of the fight and, most importantly, a loud noise for any nearby huntsman to follow. He heard the noise through his earphones, causing a little bit of pain.

His opponent probably had it worse if the loud screams were anything to go by. Thankfully, the man could repair his hearing with Aura so Izuku wasn't doing any permanent damage. As long as they can repair their ears, the temporary debuff to their hearing could only be a positive thing.

"Hah! You bastard! You think a weak weapon like- Fuck!" The criminal was interrupted by the lash of Black Whip, causing an even louder scream and an even sharper sonic boom. The masochism seemed to have reached its limit given the cries seemed to be filled with more anguish.

Izuku saw bruises on the man's body, indicating that he had exhausted his opponent's aura. He retracted his whip slightly, knowing that any further attacks could be lethal. It relieved Izuku that he reached the end of the fight, causing him to think over the fight.

"You attacked me first, You could've just walked around me but you just had to cock your gun. You gave yourself away! Why haven't you even used your gun anyway?" Izuku asked, perplexed by the man's logic. If he was trying to evade the huntsmen after him, shouldn't stealth be his first objective?

The man seemed to hear him (much to Izuku's relief) and looked at the boy with hardened eyes. The criminal grabbed the modified AR and started spraying his bullets. They crossed the short distance between the two people at the speed of sound but Black Whip so much faster

The bullets silently struck the ground in front of Izuku, creating deep holes into the concrete. He made sure that the few bullets that could have hit him were smacked out of the air and ignored those that were off-target. The bullets kept raining upon him, despite the fact that they were proven ineffective beforehand.

Attempting to at least graze the boy before the cartridge was emptied, the man shifted his aim lower. He ran out of bullets only a few seconds later causing him to fumble to get the second cartridge. He knew that he wouldn't be able to fit the ammo in but he would fight until the bitter end!

The green-eyed boy took advantage of the masked man's momentary break by ripping the rifle out of the man's hand with Black Whip. With an unarmed opponent, Izuku knew that restraining would be the best way to end the fight. He extended a steel wire from his left arm and used it to restrain the White Fang Member.

When the mask fell off the terrorist's face, Izuku was a little surprised when he saw a young adult opposite him. Izuku was currently 15, two years away from his dream academy. The man being constricted opposite him was, at most, four years older. Hell, not even that given how he looked compared to some of the eldest students in Sanctum Academy.

Izuku sighed a little at the sight of a restrained opponent. The fight was loud, very loud. The numerous sonic booms and gunshots must have gained some attention so a huntsman was likely on the way. Mistral wasn't as oblivious to the crime rate as some of the other kingdoms would imply. It just had a large population to care about.

It was gradual but he could hear the thud of heavy yet quick footsteps. He hoped it was the huntsman from earlier but he had WMG, Black Whip and the element of surprise to defend him if it was someone more malicious. Even if they can move a hundred miles per hour, Black Whip could go at quadruple that without going to its maximum speed.

His hope wasn't misplaced and he distinctly heard a "Stop evil villain!" which indicated some kind of benevolent person. Izuku relaxed his stance, lowering WMG and retracting three of Black Whip's wires (the fourth still holding the White Fang Member to stop him from escaping.) Now that the hunter was here, he shouldn't need to use his weapons anymore.

"Excuse me! Are you a huntsman?" Izuku called out, tightening his whip when he felt some resistance. The hunter that was after the criminal must be pretty strong to induce this amount of fear. Could it be Qrow Branwen? He'd heard that the 'bad luck' semblance caused criminals to fear for their lives after an Atlesian bank robber was crushed by a grand piano. It could also be someone of incredible firepower like Enji Todoroki, the second most powerful huntsman! The man was nicknamed Endeavour due to his indomitable will to take on cases no one else would, Izuku would love to meet him if he was here.

He only had to wait for a second before a blue, white and red blur appeared right in front of him. The boy almost collapsed when he saw that iconic smile. His… His idol, Toshinori Yagi had appeared right in front of him… But didn't All Might, the nickname given to him by the media and the public, operate in Vale? It was the kingdom where the blonde's huntsman academy was located so he often stayed there during his career.

But that didn't matter, Toshinori Yagi, the Number One Huntsman, had appeared in front of him and Izuku had almost lost his balance, in front of his idol. Quickly picking himself back up, Izuku pulled the criminal towards him and held them in front of the goliath. It was only now that the huntsman nerd realised how imposing his idol could be, he was large and he was definitely powerful.

Yagi looked at the boy before looking at the apprehended villain and the destruction around him, "Did you do this? I thought that this villain had attacked you?"

Izuku scratched the back of his head, the imposing figure of Toshinori coupled with Izuku's reverence for the number one huntsman led to a stuttery, mumbly mess, "Oh, well, you see I-was-walking-back-home-when-I-heard-someone-cock-a-gun-behind-me-and-when-I-turned-around-this-guy-threatened-me. Because-I-had-my-weapons-on-me-at-the-time-I-was-able-to-take-care-of-him-easily…"

After hearing the rest of the mumble storm, Toshinori gave a hearty laugh, "I'm impressed, young man! Given that you have a weapon, am I right to assume you currently attend a combat school?"

Izuku nodded vigorously, "Y-Yes! I currently go to Sanctum Academy but I want to go to Beacon Academy b-because it's the place you went to!"

Yagi smiled, amused by the sight of an aspiring huntsman, "Always aim high, young man! You still have room to grow but I see the potential to be a great huntsman!"

Midoriya smiled brightly, "T-Thank you, Mr Yagi! I'll need to finish refining my weapons and my combat skills but, one day, I hope to be the world's first A-Auraless huntsman."

The blonde, in shock, blurted out, "You don't have an Aura! That's impossible!"

"Well, you see, I-I'm not completely auraless. My aura's just too weak to be seen on the Universal Aura Scale. M-My Aura lasts less than a minute if nothing touches me and maybe a few seconds at best if I want to move," Izuku explained, looking down at the ground in shame.

Toshinori's blood burst out of his mouth, "That weak? How did you apprehend this man?"

"A-are you okay? A lot of blood just came out of your mouth!" Izuku said before the huntsman wipes the blood away and gestures for him to answer the question, "I've made my weapons to even that out! Black Whip has a max speed of Mach 15 so it hurts like heck! And my Wrist Machine Guns use dust-infused bullets to do the real damage. I have a few more gadgets at home but these two are the most refined. I've made a sniper that has an 85% chance to penetrate Aura below a J-Rating, a pistol with experimental narcotic ammo for an instant knockout, a sticky grenade which can stick people to walls or the ground, I even have…"

Yagi continued smiling, feeling a sense of… nostalgia. This boy reminded him of someone he met long ago. The boy in front of him was a tech geek, an inventive scientist just like… David Shield. That man that had been his best friend for quite a while, in fact, they'd been so close he allowed David to design all of his costumes, even the one he was wearing right now! It was weird to see someone so similar to him.

"T-Toshinori, sir? You seemed to be in deep thought! I'm so sorry for interrupting!" the boy yelped, realising that he may have just annoyed his hero.

"It's okay, Young Midoriya! Whilst I don't endorse recklessly charging into fights or racing for unachievable dreams, you remind me of an old friend. Someone who wanted to be a huntsman but didn't have the aura to achieve it. Whilst he didn't have an Aura rating as… unique as your own, he had no combat ability…" Yagi said with a wistful smile, "So he turned to science and research, I believe you've heard of Mr David Shield."

Izuku's eyes popped out of his head, "Holy Woah, really? I'm honoured that I remind you of such an important figure in the science industry! Hey, didn't Professor Shield create your costume?"

"Yes, that's the one," Yagi gave a hearty laugh, "But, whilst David was unable to fight at a decent level, you seem to be a rather strong combatant! If this encounter was anything to go by, I'd say you have some skills. I believe you can beat the odds... I haven't asked you what your name is, right?"

"N-no you haven't! I'm-Izuku-Midoriya-by-the-way!" Izuku said before quickly repeating it in a slower voice, "Izuku Midoriya."

"Well, Young Midoriya, as a hunter you must go beyond your limits. As my old teacher used to say, Go beyond your limits! PLUS ULTRA!" The blonde finished with a pose to flex all of his muscles, "Now, crime never stops and a huntsman's job never truly ends! I expect to see you develop into something the world needs to inspire hope and peace! Enjoy your weekend, Young Midoriya!"

Izuku couldn't stop his face from splitting into a grin, "Thank you, All Might! If you believe in me, I should try to make sure that this hope isn't misplaced!"

"Help! Someone call for a huntsman!" Izuku froze when he heard the deep shouts of a store owner nearby, "A group of Ursa are attacking a student!"

The boy was walking down one of the roads on the way home when he heard the cries for help. He broke into a sprint, not wasting a second of time which could be used to help the student. There was no way he was going to stand by and watch someone get killed.

"But how are they still alive?" Midoriya asked; an Ursa often went for the kill as soon as possible so there was only one reason that the student isn't dead yet, "They must be able to fight back!"

Izuku ran as close as he could to the scene, eyes widening as he realised who the student was. It was none other than… Pyrrha! But what was she doing here? And how was she still alive against eight Ursa Majors? She was still in her uniform, no armour to speak of so she must have been an amazing fighter to not have been killed by now!

Izuku thought back to his lessons about the Grimm power scale. There were four stages, each attained by staying in the dark for longer and longer amounts (which is where the Dark grading in the name came from.) Grimm could usually move from one stage to the next but each species of Grimm started at a certain level of Dark.

Dark One was the bottom of the barrel. The Grimm that the average person could kill due to their youth. Dark One Grimm could be taken down by your common civilian. Assuming each Grimm was at an average power level for its species, Dark One Grimm would be filled with Beowolves along with young Boarbatusk and all newborn Grimm. These Grimm were often used for studying and material grinding.

Dark Two was the next stage of power and was a step up in all categories. Dark Two Grimm were the ones that civilians should avoid but, if armed with the right weapons and with some training, they could defeat one in a long and hard fight. At this level, even I can take them down without too much. Examples would be Boarbatusk along with Ursa and young King Taijitu. These were often used to train Hunter Academy students. To be classed as one, a Grimm must be able to destroy large buildings if left to themselves.

Dark Three was the most common stage of power. Grimm of this level were strong enough to pose a challenge for Huntsmen. Death Stalkers, Nevermore and young Goliath were included in this category. To be classed as one, the Grimm must be capable of destroying a small town if left to themselves.

Dark Four was the most dangerous stage. The few Grimm that reach this level are things like ancient Nevermores, Goliath and numerous unique, potentially kingdom-ending Grimm that stayed in the dark for centuries. However, some have speculated that they may need to stay in the dark for nearly a millennium when talking about the strongest of the strongest. These were Grimm that could easily end cities whilst possibly being able to end an entire kingdom via their own strength.

If the Ursai were posing a threat to civilians, Izuku assumed they were Dark Two since a Dark Three should have killed the redhead especially if they were in a group. She couldn't fight every single one of them by herself, could she? The inventor needed to help her.

But...Could he? How much ammo does he have? He reloaded his WMG back at Sanctum and only fired ten on his right gauntlet during his last altercation, leaving him with 490 rounds left. The school used fire-dust bullets as standard so he could make use of his gauntlets against the Grimm.

Black Whip hit with a lot of blunt force and, even with the rubber tips at the end, he could hit with lethal force should it be needed. Dark Two Grimm shouldn't be able to walk away from numerous attacks from Black Whip. As fragile and delicate as Izuku was, he was a glass cannon: he hit hard and fast while dodging and blocking any attacks that were thrown at him.

Izuku extended all four Black Whip to its maximum length and set the hydraulics into its maximum strength. He placed two noise cancelling earbuds into his ear, advising everyone to cover their ears as he sprinted towards the Ursa. Pyrrha seemed to notice him and warned him to stay away.

Izuku froze for a second. Pyrrha... she didn't think he could handle it. Could he handle them? He shook those thoughts away, fear would only hinder him. But what was he going to do? He thought of his notes on Black Whip again, mind rushing through hundreds of scribbled sentences he'd written over the years.

Black Whip uses a mix of hydraulics, moments and a small impact area to inflict maximum force. That's why, out of all offensive applications of Black Whip, lashes are by far the most destructive and painful. It's the loudest and definitely the least stealthy approach but, when it comes to a face-to-face battle, stealth can be thrown out the window for sheer power and Black Whip will definitely deliver sheer power.

That note seemed to be the most appropriate for the situation so he followed through, preparing all four whips to inflict maximum damage. One of the Grimm seemed to notice him, no turning back now!

He struck the Ursa with the wires from his right hand. The deafening noise was accompanied by the implosion of the closest Ursa's two legs before they flew off of the main body. The crowd was in awe at the sheer power of Izuku's weapon, everyone's eyes glued to him. It wasn't just the audience, the Grimm all glared at him, attention moving from Pyrrha to him. Izuku channelled all of his confidence into the coming battle, remembering all of his notes and keeping them in the back of his mind.

Given that I've been able to add motion controls to Black Whip, it's only natural that I can do some attacks and manoeuvres that are relatively hard to do with your standard whip. Two of these are throws and slams (I'll include both in the same section due to their similarities.) By wrapping the wires around the target, I can usually swing them into the environment around me. This is most useful in fights with opponents that are bigger than I am, stronger than I am and faster than I am. It's also the manoeuvre with the greatest area of effect since I can throw them into other opponents. In short, it's a great follow up to a previous attack when I've inflicted enough damage to warrant switching focus.

The two whips from his left bracer wrapped around the two remaining legs of the Ursa Major and lifted it into the air. Ceasing the Grimm's surprise at being lifted, Izuku slammed it into one of the other Ursai headfirst. He then activated his right arm's Black Whip and struck both in the skull, causing the head to almost implode on itself. He struck repeatedly until he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, the Grimm was dead.

Whilst I don't like using it, choking is probably the most stealthy and least lengthy takedown, the main reason I don't like it is that it's too easy to accidentally kill someone. If you do it too tight, you'll accidentally crush the windpipe and jugular veins. If you do it for too long, you might pass the knockout zone and go into the murder threshold. Yet, if you choke with a loose grip, you're wasting time. Thankfully, I can usually feel all of the vibrations through Black Whip so the chances of this are unlikely but I don't want to risk it against a fellow human (or Faunus, for that matter.). Against the Grimm, killing them is necessary so self-imposed restrictions don't matter..

To make sure he wasn't underestimating the Grimm, Izuku tightened Black Whip around their necks, tightening it enough for him to rip the head off the Ursa's torso. He slammed the disembodied heads into the ground, causing mini craters to appear on the ground. Izuku was surprised when he heard the people around him roar in delight. Had he really been that good? He thought that he was an amateur at best.

Him thinking that just proved he was an amateur. Pros would never lose concentration or doubt themselves. In fact, a pro would keep track all of the Grimm no matter how many were in front of them and never let themselves lose sight. The paw that was swung at him broke him out of the thoughts about not breaking out of his thoughts. Izuku looked up at the Grimm in front of him, his mind flashed to his notes again.

I always keep Black Whip on me for one specific reason. It is practically an unbreachable shield. Punches, kicks, paw swipes and bites along with most weapons can easily be parried and countered. But why do that when you can snatch the weapon right out of their hands? Black Whip is essential to my person because of that defence, nothing can get through it no matter what. Hell, it has saved me from countless trips and falls. I remember one time where...

The rest of the notes were mainly rambling about the time Izuku was about to fall onto a steel pipe head first but quickly pushed off of the ground to save himself but that's beside the point. The point was that Black Whip was the most versatile weapon of his because it was a relentless offence and a near-impenetrable defence! The metal wires around the paw, allowing him to use the momentum to throw the Ursa like a ragdoll.

I remember a long time ago, I read about a hero who would use synthetic webbing as a grappling hook and general traversal. This idea inspired me to try and implement the idea into Black Whip. This manoeuvre is the main reason I implemented motion controls and created a quick retracting system. I just extend the whip, embed it or wrap it on something and retract.

Izuku wrapped Black Whip around the neck of the Ursa in front of him, tightening it for a good grip. He then retracted it, pulling him towards the shadowy demon as he sprayed the Grimm with rounds before he landed onto the back of Grimm's neck. With a solid grip on the bear's back, Izuku pulled apart Ursa's jaw with two wires, pulling the lower jaw completely off of the skull, before shoving his arms inside its mouth. WMG opened fire, releasing flaming shrapnel into the Ursa's insides.

Impaling is, by far, the hardest attack to do. You have to shoot through the flesh of the Grimm (because it will only ever be used on the Grimm) but make sure you stop before you hurt any innocents behind them. If I'm in an area with a lot of civilians, it'd be a good idea to impale the enemy before wrapping around the enemy to minimise the chances of accidental deaths. It does look cool though, if given space, it's not a bad move to use.

Izuku impaled the soulless creature with Black Whip before pulling the wires back out and jumping off of the Grimm. Izuku wrapped two more wires around the waist of the Ursa and tossed it into another Grimm. As soon as the two Ursai's bodies were in line, Izuku stabbed all four whips straight into them, snaking around the insides to gain a grip on leg bones. Izuku pulled hard, dislocating bones and immobilizing both Ursa's legs.

One of the Grimm seemed to be out of the fight after the removal of bones but the other seemed like it could still fight. Izuku decided to eliminate the weakened Ursa with several lashes at mach 15. The strikes shattered a couple of bones, making it so that some of the more valuable loot was broken beyond repair but Izuku couldn't care less.

Izuku threw the bag of shadowy flesh and bone into the more threatening Grimm. This didn't seem to do much damage since the shadowy demon batted the corpse away with a paw. The Ursa powered through the pain in its legs, standing on all fours and preparing to strike with a poised paw.

Izuku knew that he'd need all of his available power to survive this fight. He aimed WMG at the bear whilst still prepping Black Whip for as many strikes that he could get in. Izuku started spraying bullets, slowing down the Grimm for a few seconds. As soon as the Grimm got into Black Whip's range, Izuku struck as fast he could and as many times as possible.

The sonic booms bled into each other. Dozens upon dozens of strikes hitting the Ursa. The Grimm tanked through the attacks, getting closer and closer to Izuku causing him to start worrying a little. His attacks seemed to be causing pain but there was no damage being done. With the proof of the Grimm's durability, Izuku was sure that he was facing a Dark Three.

Black Whip was powerful as a melee weapon, some people and certain Grimm could tank the attacks, even at max speeds. As much as I love the idea of 'it's also a gun,' WMG already covers that front so I had to think of something else and what's a better replacement to a gun than a taser? Other than a crossbow or something… But, I made Black Whip a taser by creating a small tank of Lightning Dust that will release electricity from the main wires. This is mainly useful for lashes, grabs and impaling.

Wait, had he restocked his dust supplies? He was meant to do that tomorrow! How much dust does he have? The canister that Black Whip used could only output power for a total of five minutes on a full canister. He had a tenth of his total dust capacity so he had thirty seconds of electrical output.

Izuku impaled all four whips into the sides. He dug them deep into the Ursa's body and released his electricity. The surge of electricity was powerful, stunning the Ursa in place. WMG's supporting fire started causing actual damage to the Ursa, if the roars of pain were any indication.

Another Grimm seemed to notice its teammate's struggle, charging towards Izuku with one paw poised for a swipe. Within a second, the green-haired boy changed his strategy. Cutting the electricity flow, Izuku used his grip on the Dark Three Grimm to swing it around and slam it into the Ursa that had been charging towards him.

The collision sent the new Ursa flying away so that Izuku could put all of his focus on the Dark Three Grimm. He pulled one of Black Whip's long metal wires out of Ursa's main body and jammed it into the head. The wire was unable to break through the Grimm's skull, likely due to how damn tough a Dark Three Grimm's bones are so Izuku had to change strategies.

Keeping two wires in the Dark Three's body to try and keep it in place, the boy dug the rest of his wires into the Grimm that had charged at him a few seconds earlier. With a tug of the wrist, Izuku pulled several bones out of that Grimm and swung them into the shoulder of the Dark Three. The bones shattered on contact but he could tell that he caused some damage given the grunt of pain that came from the shadow demon.

With that plan down, Izuku only had one option left. The boy used his wires to try and restrict the limbs as tightly as possible. Restricting the bear's limbs, the boy only had to worry about the mouth which he quickly shut tight with his second-to-last wire. Finally making sure he had nothing to worry about, Izuku used the Grimm as a battering ram to kill his incapacitated opponents.

With a single still-living creature, Izuku swung his only free wire into the Grimm's flesh at max force, breaking the sound barrier every few seconds. He'd hit as hard as he could, as fast as he could and with as much force as he could put in but the Grimm could still endure it all with little more than pained roars. Focusing mainly on the head, Izuku pushed as hard as he could to kill it and had only one plan in mind that had any chance of ending the battle.

Izuku dug into the Dark Three Grimm's thighs and pulled at the tibia as hard as he could. The bone was being pulled rather hard but it never came out. Maybe, he needed another wire? He removed the wire around the Ursa's jaw so it could be used to try and pull the tibia out of the leg.

It was a success, thankfully, but Izuku's plan was completely disrupted when the Grimm suddenly... popped? It just burst with wind pressure rushing through and taking Izuku with it. The inventor tried to stop himself by grappling the buildings to his sides but he was going too fast for that to do any good.

He would've been fated to a quick, painless death had a strong hand not caught him in the air. As soon as he felt the arms, the boy stopped in his tracks with the feeling of an abrupt stop shaking him slightly. It took him a few seconds before he could remember that he was just saved from a near-inevitable death by... All Might, he should have known from the air pressure.

"T-Thanks, All Might!" Izuku said, ignoring the fact that he was sent flying because of Toshinori. Then again, since All Might caught him out of the air, that was neither here nor there.

"You are very welcome, Young Midoriya!" All Might responded with a cheerful grin.

Izuku looked over Toshinori's shoulders, several dozen metres away from Pyrrha and the final Ursa. The blonde seemed to notice this since, only a few seconds later, he was back where he was fighting a minute earlier. He fell out of the huntsman's arms, barely landing on his feet, and checked how Pyrrha was doing.

When he turned to her, he expected her to have defeated all of them in the time it took him to defeat the group he fought. Had he overestimated her or had he underestimated himself? It was probably the latter since even he was aware of his lack of self-confidence. Well, that didn't exactly describe it: he didn't look down on himself but he knew there were many that were so much more than him.

He'd started watching a few seconds before Pyrrha finally finished off the final Grimm with a slash to the neck that beheaded the creature. Izuku couldn't help but squeal at how epic the redhead looked. If it wasn't for his awkwardness, the boy would love to ask where she had learned how to fight like that since Sanctum, as great as it was, didn't have students as cool as that (excluding Pyrrha herself of course.)

As soon as she sheathed her sword, Izuku walked over. Even if he wouldn't ask where she learnt her skills from, Izuku would at least say hi, maybe even ask why the Grimm fought her. He summoned up a little bit of courage to actively interact with another person but it seemed that Pyrrha had already noticed his presence.

The girl was confused, it was practically written on her face. After all, an innocent little boy did not suddenly become a one-man army. Had she underestimated Izuku's battle prowess? The boy didn't seem like much back at the shooting range but here… he may have been able to challenge her title as 'the invincible girl' (and she really hoped he'd do so soon.)

"Izuku, I didn't know you could fight this well?" Pyrrha said with a bright grin, "I'm sorry for underestimating you! I didn't think you could take down the Dark Two but I certainly didn't expect you to beat a Dark Three! Have you thought of entering the Mistral Fighters Tournament."

Izuku scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "W-Well, I'm not actually that strong. It's just that my weapon, Black Whip, is a little more… developed, I guess? It was one of the first weapons I invented and have been refining and improving it ever since. It's the one weapon I never leave behind. It could turn anybody into an unstoppable fighter."

Pyrrha smiled at the boy's humility, "Well, you're the one who created it and gave it this strength. In my opinion, you should wield the weapons you've created... unless you decide to share that power with others."

Izuku smiled at that notion but a little thought crept up in his head, "Well… I-Isn't it kind of selfish for me to not s-share my power with others?"

The amazonian warrior gave him a reassuring smile, "Power can corrupt Izuku. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. You have a lot of power, Izuku, but you seem as pure as a newborn baby. No offence intended of course."

The boy nodded, looking down at the ground in contemplation, "None taken. I was born without power and created it myself. Would that mean I am… purer than others? T-Though that sounds a little too pretentious. Gaining power should make me gain corruption, even if I wasn't born with it. This would make the saying useless… n-not that I-"

A gut feeling erupted and Izuku's mind screamed at him to act. Izuku didn't know what exactly to look for so he started spinning Black Whip at max speed, making sure to cover every part of him with the speeding wires. It elicited a yelp from Pyrrha but the technique proved useful as he heard the distinct noise of a bullet hitting the cement. Izuku picked the bullet up with Black Whip before intentionally swinging the bullet at Mach 10 into the ground.

The noise that came from the bullet completely outclassed the sound of the guns that were fired at him. He heard some sputtering from the crowd as a quartet of people with Grimm masks walked, somewhat hesitantly, towards him. Wait, they looked familiar! Didn't he fight someone wearing the same mask today?

The quartet raised their weapons, readying themselves for battle. Given that the White Fang member from before was pretty unskilled, Izuku was pretty sure that his underlings weren't going to be much better. Though, he wasn't sure he could attack them. After all, if that member was only a couple years older than him, his underlings were probably the exact same age as the green-haired boy and Izuku didn't know how to feel about that.

A member took one step forward and Izuku acted. Restricting himself to an attack at Mach 4. The whip cut through the air, smashing through the aura of that member and causing them to stumble to the side. He maneuvered the wire to snake around the attacker's ankle in order to capture them within the wires.

His plan had been disrupted when a red and blue streak quickly grabbed the four villains and placed them next to a wall. Toshinori Yagi lined them up, giving the criminals a second to think about their actions before knocking each one out with a single punch. They crumpled to the ground, unable to hurt anybody due to their lack of consciousness.

Izuku smiled at the hero, though he was surprised that he hadn't acted sooner, "Thanks, All Might!"

The huntsman gave a hearty laugh, "It's quite alright, Young Midoriya! It appears that your last battle wasn't a fluke at all! HAHAHAHA!"

Izuku couldn't help but laugh a little as well. Being complimented by his idol caused him to feel a little giddy. He'd done it! He'd finally, finally proven to someone that he deserved to be a huntsman. He'd proven he could fight well! He had proven that he could defeat the Grimm even without his aura and that was a special thing for Izuku.

Izuku felt a heavy finger poke his shoulder, "Young Midoriya, once the press leaves, could you wait here for a bit? There's something I wanted to ask you about."

Izuku sat on the bench, waiting for Toshinori to finish off the press interviews. He'd been sitting here for around ten minutes and, in that time, he's not really done much. Sure, in the first few minutes, he and Pyrrha gave a quick interview to the press and he'd learned that Pyrrha was some sort of celebrity. That fact took a minute or so given the girl's humble nature and interest in speaking to him, him, of all people.

But, after Pyrrha said she needed to go home, Izuku was stuck sitting around until the interview was over. Watching the flesh of the Grimm become nothing more than dust was at least somewhat interesting but they disappeared in a few minutes and left nothing but bone. Now, he could do nothing but bask in his hero's presence, which wasn't something he minded in all honesty.

The interviews seemed to be wrapping up, causing Izuku to look at Toshinori in case he forgot that he told Izuku to stay behind. The blonde hadn't forgotten since a minute after the talk was over, the bulky, muscular man sauntered over to him and gestured for the boy to follow. He trailed behind him as quickly as possible.

"Young Midoriya, I have a question for you. Would you mind if I asked?" Yagi asked with an encouraging smile.

"Of course you can ask me a question, Toshinori sir. It's not like I keep any secrets," Izuku smiled, cheerful that he was talking to the huntsman.

"Thank you, Young Midoriya! I just wanted to ask where you make your weapons?" All Might asked, throwing Izuku off. Had Mr Yagi waited that long just to ask that one question?

"I make them myself at Sanctum Academy… Why do you ask?"

"I see. But, doesn't Sanctum have a rather lackluster tech lab? I'm sure it spent more of its budget on combat refinement, am I right?"

"Well, yes, but I've managed. Not every scientist was born with a million lien lab to experiment in. I've always admired when people can overcome the situation they were born in and become something great,"

"HAHA! That's a rather understandable view given your aura's situation. But, you must remember that once they proved themselves to the world, they earned that lab or at least the chance to prove themselves at that lab. That's why I have an offer for you."

Izuku looked at Toshinori with a look of elation. Was… was his dream coming true? Is this the day he had been waiting for? Was he going to get…

"I want to vouch for you to get an internship at Shield Labs. Maybe even vouch for an I-Island Academy scholarship. They do count as a Combat School, you know!" All Might said with a wide grin, "I was already planning to go there during the end-of-year break. I wouldn't mind someone coming along with me."

"W-What, really? What about my mother? She wouldn't let me move to an island in the Free Banks without someone going with me," Izuku started worrying a little. As great of an opportunity as this might be, Izuku wouldn't take it over his mother's happiness.

"Hold your horses, kid! Just go to I-Island for a holiday and, when you're there, prove yourself to I-Island's leaders. Make an invention of some kind or a cool gadget and WHAM, you're in the fast lane to being a huntsman!" All Might said, karate-chopping the air as he finished.

"T-this sounds great, Toshinori sir… But why do you even care? Most people say that I should just go to develop weapons for other people. Why don't you? I mean, you must've been born with an incredible Aura, right?"

All Might's mind started racing. He couldn't tell the aspiring boy that someone gave him his strength! Maybe he could spin the story that he had a below-average aura and cultivated it into something strong. Yeah, channel all of his bright, charming confidence into an inspiring speech of growth!

"Actually, what am I saying?" Izuku interrupted Toshinori's thought process, "You've always vouched for people to become heroes and save those that didn't have the power to save themselves. I'm sorry for questioning your ideals, All Might!"

The blonde sweatdropped. I mean, that speech was more about making people join combat schools because of the increasing Grimm population. But, as long as he didn't need to spill any secrets, any explanation was a good explanation. All Might thanked the boy's huntsman worship for letting him evade the question.

"Yes, young Midoriya! I believe I've said before that anyone can be a hero as long as they have the heart to help others," Toshinori flashed a final grin, "Now, go home! Your mother wouldn't appreciate you coming home late!"

"Yes, Sir!"

Alright, I'd written a few thousand more words but realised that a 15'000 word chapter is just a little too long. I cut it off at one of the moments that would let people at least predict what the rest of the story may be like.

This story is going to focus on Izuku for another three or so chapters before we reach the main events of RWBY. In the meantime, stay cool and have fun. Life's short so enjoy what you have.