A/N: This Dante x Weiss idea has been floating around my head for a while. So U I finally got off my lazy ass to write it out.

WARNING: I'm taking my time with the story and the build up. So this story is on a slow boil. And I mean a SLOW boil. You have been warned.

Chronologically, this is set between Season 2 and Season 3 and follows in to season 3. Events that happened from Season 1 to 3 can all be used as background info, references etc. So possibly, SPOILER ALERT! But at the same time, this will veer off the events already established in Season 3. So...roll with it I guess.

The Dante used is a few months after the events of DMC3. All styles, weapons and Devil Arms are free game for this story.

So with that, let's drop the Sultan of Style into Beacon Academy. Enjoy!

Edit 05/28/16: So I'm stupid and didn't know removed all my initial line breaks. Hopefully this upload fixes everything

Chapter 1

"Is something the matter, Ozpin?" Back still facing his long time friend, Ozpin simply took another sip from his mug as he stared out the window of his office. The view was one that brings him a brilliant mix of emotions. Beacon Academy, a source of his pride, his dedication and his joy. Now, "worry" seems to have wormed its way into the mix.

"You've been like this since your little chat with James." Ozpin smirked to himself as he shut his eyes briefly. Of course she would notice. She was quite possibly the last person he could hide anything from.

"Do you think our students can win a war, Glynda?" The calm and cool professor fell silent and thought about the most appropriate response to such a sudden question.

"Was that what the two of you were discussing?"

"It was his parting question for me." Ozpin turned to grab the pot of coffee he had brewed. Pouring the dark liquid into his mug, he thought back to the conversation he had with a fellow headmaster. It was… unsettling to say the least.

"I sincerely hope they will never have the misfortune of needing to win one."

"Cut from the same cloth of rationality, you and I." Ozpin ensconced himself in his chair behind his desk and gestured Glynda to have a seat as well.

"I always feared coddling students. The path to being a Huntsman is fraught with peril. A single moment of weakness would quite literally lead to death."

"That's why you use the Emerald Forest as initiation. I am aware, Ozpin."

"But what is the distinction between coddling and protecting them, Glynda? Huntsmen and Huntresses are meant to protect the weak." Ozpin set his mug down and looked Glynda dead in the eyes. "But who protects those who are supposed to protect the weak when are still weak and in training?"

"What have you done now Ozpin?" Glynda sighed deeply as she massaged the bridge of her nose in minor annoyance.

"Glynda, the enemy is in our backyard and we have no idea where to begin. We need to take precautionary measures. We're running out of time and we need a guardian for Beacon to buy us time to find a guardian for Vale."

"Ozpin, that's our responsibility. That's what we as the staff are supposed to do. Worst case, we could recall Crow and have more sentries and…"

"And raise unnecessary panic and suspicion? Patrol may give a better sense of security, but a sudden increase also indicates the presence of a threat to said security. Besides, Crow is far too valuable on his current assignments, we cannot lose any of our eyes or ears on the need somebody who can blend in with the students and yet still perform some assignments for us."

"And who exactly did you have in mind?"

"He was recommended to me by a source. She is a Huntress of sorts as well, so I trust her judgement. He should be here any mo-"

"Sorry to interrupt, Headmaster." A flustered secretary entered Ozpin's office with a look of distress. " There is a report that an unidentified personnel has engaged one of the Freshman teams.

Chunks of marble were strewn across the courtyard and water gushed uncontrollably from what used to be a fountain. Smoke and gunpowder filled the air, making the school grounds truly resemble a battlefield. A crowd of student onlookers were buzzing at the battle that was taking place before them. As the smoke settled, a mace-wielder was seen together with his three team mates. Cardin was seeing a deep shade of red.

"I think you should stop, Cardin. This is-"

"Stay out of it Nikos!" Cardin yelled as he readied his mace once more. Pyrrha sighed as she mumbled "not going to be your fight".

"Quit running around and draw your sword already, you little punk!" Cardin roared as his opponent stood akimbo before him with an arrogant smile. Cardin had been "fighting" with this individual for almost 5 minutes, but not a single blow was landed by either party. However, considering that the other party was not even retaliating, it has been an extremely one-sided match.

"Don't wanna tip the scale in my favour too much. Fights get boring when they get too easy ya know?" The intruder laughed smugly as he retorted. Cardin seethed at the remark and did a series of hand signals to coordinate his team. The other three members quickly fanned out to surround the arrogant fighter and took their position.

" Look, I'm kinda late for a meeting here. Can we wrap this up soon?"

"STOP LOOKING DOWN ON US!" Sky rushed in with his halberd and began a large arching swipe, trying to cleave the enemy in half. Instead of the sensation of cutting through flesh and bone, Sky felt a hand on his head as his foe used Sky as a surface to launch himself to safety. A series of shots were fired from Dove's sword, but the mystery fighter quickly dashed out of the line of fire to the side.

Lunging from behind, Russel rushed in with his daggers, slicing and dicing. Not even using his hands, the lone fighter reacted quickly with a dodge to reorientate himself and proceeded to avoid each successive incoming attack dextrously. Pushing his opponent further and further back, Russel suddenly retreated backwards, ending his assault.

"YOU'RE DONE!" As the lone fighter turned around, he saw Cardin airborne with his mace in a two-handed grip, ready to crush anything beneath him. The mace was swung down hard, but before it made contact, Cardin's opponent was…

"Gone?" Cardin thought in disbelief. He felt a shove behind him and his aerial balance was immediately thrown off, leading him to crash into Russel and Sky in a most ungraceful landing.

"Trying to swing that thing around a crowd? And they call ME reckless."

Quickly picking himself off the ground. Cardin whipped around in rage and exhaustion. He stared down his opponent once more. Silver hair, a red trench coat with nothing underneath and a pair of leather pants. The guy was wearing more leather than a cow, but the seemingly cumbersome clothes did nothing to stop his mobility or agility. With a massive broadsword sheathed on his back and twin handguns in his trench coat pockets, he was no push over.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Cardin snarled as he rushed in for another powerful blow. As the mace was brought down, an odd sensation coursed through Cardin's body as he felt his opponent's arm dissipated the full force of the impact, making Cardin's grip loosen. The silver haired fighter took the opportunity to direct the mace skyward. As the weapon flipped in the air, the silver haired fighter backflipped to follow it. Grabbing the mace just before he landed. The fighter proceeded to whirl the mace around adeptly, swinging and smiting in an exhibition of skill that seemed to completely outclass Cardin's. Switching hands and combining single hand and two handed strikes, it was truly a spectacle to behold as the crowd gasped and cheered at the performance.

"Press the red bu-" shouted a pink haired girl, but was quickly silenced by her childhood friend.

With a grin, the fighter obliged. Flames burst forth from the head of the mace as the Dust combusted rapidly, resulting in a small explosion. Timing the explosions with his swings, the fighter create a series of letters from the smoke trails left behind from each blast.

In one final show of skill, the mace was once more flung in the air. This time, the head landed on a his index finger and the silver-haired fighter began spinning the mace around. He finally looked over at the awe-struck Cardin and grinned smugly once more as the smokey letters spelling "Too Easy" began to dissipate in the light breeze.

"Well, since you asked. The name's-"

"Dante," The silver haired fighter turned around to see a middle-aged man with a mug of coffee in one hand and a cane in the other. "I don't mean to interrupt, but we have an appointment now." Ozpin took a sip of his coffee.

"Aww, you stole my thunder." Dante sighed as he flung the mace up once more and caught it by the handle. "This is yours, I believe?" Dante effortlessly threw the mace towards Cardin. Still slightly in shock from the display, Cardin almost missed the catch. Looking up, he was faced with the back of Dante's red trench coat. As Dante walked towards Ozpin, he cocked his head back.

"Word of advice. Be nice to strangers who ask for directions next time."

A/N: I try to be diligent in my research, but at the same time I just want to write a story. So if you see any errors in the world, characters, tones etc. Feel free to point them out. Also feel free to rip me to shreds over writing style, OOCness or any of the other good jazz. See ya lovely people.