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COMMENTS:
IRAAstonImpereticus[fanfiction]:Yeah, I call cap. No way in hell is weiss gonna listen to a random guy she just met.
AVIP: You have a good point, the problem is that I did not do a good job writing the scene. The guy she doesn't know somehow caught her sister's attention, which is why Weiss is acting differently than usual.
MacKenzie_50943[webnovel]: i wonder if this is a more naughty Ruby 😜 although sad Blake is taken Adam does kinda sound like a pushover mebe he's a M and she wears the pants
AVIP: Chapter 4 in December Ruby will appear... [Shameless promotion on] or if you don't want to wait you can read chapter 4 now on my ko-fi, for one dollar you have access to all my stories 5 chapters up.[Shameless promotion over] Promotions aside, Ruby is different from the original show.
Daniel_rahn[webnovel]: Okay so far really excited to see this new changes in the canon, Specially with the characters, i saw the the next chapter is about ruby, i wonder what changes she may have i hope she is just like Bleiss, instead of the innocent cookie monster, maybe she could be more rebel and daring.
AVIP: Without going into spoilers the only thing I can say is that... Ruby is different... at least personality wise.
Zelretch_VPT[questionablequesting]: [about Chapter 06 - I can fix her]the more Crazy the Hottest they are, Impossible fix may be, the goodest sex it will be, you future for the brief It is will not - Yoda, 896 BBY - 4 ABY.
AVIP: I think it's a human right, that a dude can bang a crazy chick at least once in his life without being judged. From the second time on, you have the right to be roasted to death by all your homies.
Sol Sunlight[questionablequesting]: Ohohoho, now this is quite interesting. You have earned my watch for this story author, I await to see more intriguing chapters you'll be making.
AVIP: Hope to meet your expectations, at least most of them.
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I'm already suited up in my armored heavy coat, with the axe Evildead resting at my side, so I try to take a moment to relax.
Not that I'm having much luck with it.
I lean forward, elbows on my knees, fingers tapping anxiously against the cold metal of my greataxe.
"I've already participated and won a few tournaments." I complain frustratedly, starting to feel anxious.
The silence gnaws at me, amplifying the whirlwind of nerves churning in my empty gut.
GRRRRRR!
"I should have brought a cereal bar... or some crackers," I mutter, hungry and nervous. "At least it can't get any worse."
"Why the fuck are you here?" an all-too-familiar, irritating male voice shouts, striding in clad in grayish armor. "Which retarded teacher let you become a leader?"
My gaze slides sideways, fixing on the source of the voice. And there it is Cardin Winchester, gear gleaming, stands with a sneer carved into his stupid face.
'O fuck.' I think in frustration. 'Just what I needed.'
"I earned my place through hard work, Cardin." I sigh, weariness already tugging at my shoulders. "Unlike you, I didn't have a rich daddy to give out bribes and blowjobs to help his precious ginger princess."
A vein pulses in Cardin's forehead, his face flushing a shade that clashes with his hair.
"You filthy bastard! You're lucky we're not facing each other at first!"
"And why's that?" I ask, tilting my head.
He leans in, teeth bared.
"You idiot, our opponents are gearing up in the other locker room." A wicked smile slices his features, adding a nasty glint to his eyes. "I hope you win, Ash. So I can repay you for the humiliation you caused last tournament."
"Are you talking about just the last time I humiliated you, Cardin?" I ask with an ironic smile, "Or all the five times?"
Cardin's face darkens, fists clenching.
"That's it, you-."
An automated announcement crackles through the locker room, cutting him off.
{Student Ash Williams, please report to the arena.}
"You better win, Ash." He crosses his arms, turning his face away. "So I can face you myself."
"Ugh!" I gag, dramatically clutching my stomach. "Your tsundere act is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, Cardin."
"Go to hell, Ash!" he shouts, as I stride down the corridor, laughter echoing off the walls.
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I stride down the dimly lit corridor, Evildead's weight a comforting presence on my back.
Nervousness slowly gives way to excitement and a touch of nostalgia, as my mindset drifts back to the one I carried during the Vale tournaments.
"All the money I ever earned in the arenas, I poured into this weapon and my training gear," I whisper, breath sharp and heavy as I steel myself. "And today, I'll prove that every drop of sweat and every lien spent was worth it."
The air buzzes with anticipation, the distant hum of a small crowd rumble against my ears.
At the end, a line of red LED lights blocks my path, a holographic sign flickering in the air.
{WAIT BEHIND THE RED LINE!}
I step closer, peering through the translucent hologram. The arena sprawls out before me, vast but not as overwhelming as Vytal's colossal stadium. It's bigger than the one from Glynda Classes in the original show, yet it retains an intimacy that sends a thrill down my spine. The stands are a sea of faces, some are young students talking while waiting for the fights.
"But most of them don't look like students, they look like old politicians." I murmur before a powerful, bombastic voice echoes through the speakers.
{LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Beacon faculty, Vale council members, and esteemed guests from Mistral and Atlas.} Announces the powerful voice that clearly belongs to Professor Port. {Welcome to the Rite of Champions.}
The applause is restrained, polite, as Professor Port's voice booms through the arena in a dramatic tone like he is a WWE announcer.
{With four teams this year, we'll give our esteemed guests a glimpse of what to expect at the Vytal Festival. This year Rite of Champions will be held as a miniature tournament, showcasing Beacon's newest crop of students."
I lean against the cold stone, the chill seeping through my coat. The adults and elderly in the audience lean in, whispering excitedly, while the students seem stunned with the idea of a tournament before classes even start.
"Guess Beacon's gotta show Vale's council what they're spending tax Lien on." I murmur, shaking my head.
{Honored spectators, prepare yourselves! Entering the arena is none other than the pride of Mistral!} Port's voice booms.
My eyes widen in surprise as footsteps echo from the hallway across the arena.
"It can't be," I mutter, my eyes widening in disbelief. "Jaune is not the leader!"
{Four-time champion of the Mistral regional tournaments, a warrior whose name is written in the annals of victory! Undefeated, unbroken, and unmatched! Known across kingdoms as The Invincible Girl, she carries the legacy of Mistral's greatest fighters, and now she stands here, on Beacon's grand stage! Behold PYRRHA NIKOS!}
The crowd erupts, their applause thunderous, as Pyrrha steps into the light. Her smile is warm, practiced, the kind that politicians wear like a shield. She waves, her stance confident, her gaze sweeping across the arena. Her armor glints under the bright lights, her weapons, Miló and Akoúo̱, gleaming at her side. She's a vision of strength and grace, every inch the champion Mistral claims her to be.
I nod, a small smile playing on my lips.
"A simple but elegant entrance," I murmur, my voice lost in the din. I straighten, rolling my shoulders, taking my axe from my back and holding it with my left hand.
But the announcer's voice booms again, cutting through the applause.
{Ladies and gentlemen, alongside the Invincible Girl from Mistral, we proudly present Vale's very own champion!}
The red LED light changes to green while the holographic signal also changes.
{YOU MAY ENTER THE ARENA!}
I grin evilly as I rest my axe on my left shoulder walking calmly.
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{What Pyrrha Nikos holds in fame… this next fighter commands in infamy!}
The arena hushes as the spotlight swings, landing on me. I squint against the glare, my smile sharpening. Whispers ripple through the crowd, a mix of shock and disbelief. Some of the students seem to recognize me, their eyes widening in surprise. The older citizens of Vale, though, they're another story. They recoil, horrified, as if Beacon's lost its mind by letting me in.
"What the hell's he doing here?" A well-dressed man in the second row mutters to his wife.
She shakes her head, pearls clutched tightly.
"And a team leader? Ozpin must be losing his touch."
I chuckle at their exaggerated reaction.
{From the clutches of misery, he clawed his way into Beacon with nothing but grit, rage, and a will that refuses to break! One of the most ruthless, unforgiving fighters ever to rise from Vale's underbelly… a dark horse who strikes fear as much as awe! Brace yourselves for the relentless storm that is, ASH WILLIAMS!}
The applause is scattered, uncertain, but I don't give a damn. I'm used to sneers and scorn.
But it's the shout from a single person that rings out, clear and eager, that makes my gut churn.
"GO ASH! Kick that redhead bitch's ass!"
To no one's surprise it was Bleiss shouting insults while cheering me on.
She's on her feet, fist pumping the air, black hair whipping around like a banner.
I wince, shoulders tensing as Bleiss's shout echoes. Despite the embarrassment, I can't leave her hanging. I glance towards her, giving her a hand wave.
Her eyes widen as a beautiful and scary smile opens on her face.
"Are you seeing that handsome piece of meat? HE'S MINE!" She screams pointing at me. "I'll cut any bitch who looks at him for more than three seconds!"
Laughter ripples through the crowd. Beside her, Weiss looks at her in horror.
"Please, for the gods' sake," Weiss murmured with practiced poise, "our parents are here."
"Oh no!" Bleiss exclaims in exaggerated drama, bringing the back of her hand to her forehead. "The cold hag and the old cuck will be soo disappointed in me."
I bark out a laugh, amused by the Schnee sisters' antics, but decide to throw Weiss a lifeline.
"Bleiss!" I shout, my voice echoing through the arena.
Bleiss whips around, putting her hand over Weiss's mouth.
"Shut up bitch!" Barks Bleiss to her sister. "My man is talking."
I grin, shifting my axe to my right hand.
"Be a good girl now, won't you?" I say, leveling a finger gun at her with my left hand, throwing a wink with it.
Bleiss's eyes widen, her mouth hanging open in a silent 'O'. Weiss looks at her sister, concern etched on her face.
"Bleiss?" Weiss asks, reaching out a tentative hand.
Weiss places her hand on Bleiss's shoulder and shakes her lightly, inadvertently knocking a frozen Bleiss to the ground.
"Bleiss! Bleiss, wake up!" Weiss's voice rings out, panicked, but I just shake my head, chuckling.
I glance over at Pyrrha, catching her eye.
"Sorry about that," I murmur, jerking my thumb towards Bleiss, who's still sprawled on the ground. "She's... enthusiastic."
Pyrrha's smile doesn't flicker, it's so polished, professional and fake.
"It's fine," she replies, voice smooth as silk. "Fans can be... eccentric sometimes."
I snort, shifting my grip on Evildead.
"Wouldn't know. I've got more haters than fans."
Pyrrha's eyebrow lifts, curiosity piqued.
"Oh? And why's that, champion of Vale?"
Before I can respond, Professor Port's voice booms through the arena, sharp as a blade.
{Competitors, prepare yourselves!}
Instantly, Pyrrha and I spring into action, our bodies dropping into battle stances. Pyrrha raises her shield, her sword gleaming in the arena lights. I tighten my grip on Evildead, the familiar grip of the greataxe grounding me.
{FIGHT!}
I explode forward, like a runaway train, axe raised high. Pyrrha smirks, her stance confident, shield ready.
Lucky me, she thinks I'm an amateur, reckless and undisciplined. I can see it in her eyes, the calm calculation, the certainty that she's got this.
I bring Evildead down, in savage swing.
Pyrrha angles her shield, catching the blow, attempting to deflect it with minimal force. Her technique is flawless, textbook perfect. But I'm not just any fighter. I'm not some prep school punk who picked up a weapon yesterday.
The force of my strike sends her shield arm flying back, the power behind it monstrous, unyielding. Her eyes widen in surprise, the calm facade cracking. She thought she had me figured out, thought I was just another brute.
She is wrong, I'm 'the' brute.
Evildead's momentum carries it downwards, the blade biting into the concrete arena floor.
BOOM!
Debris and dirt cloud explodes upwards, a shower of sharp, deadly projectiles. Pyrrha's guard is open, her stance broken. I don't hesitate.
Releasing one hand from my axe, I drive my fist forward. It connects with her face, making a solid, satisfying crunch.
TWACK!
She flies back, landing in a loud thud. The crowd gasps, a collective inhale of disbelief.
The arena swims back into focus as Professor Port's voice echoes around me.
{Ladies and gentlemen, that is the devastating power of Vale's Dark Horse! What he lacks in finesse and technique, he more than makes up for in raw, unbridled strength like a true manly man!}
Pyrrha stirs, pushing herself up from the ground, shaking her head as if to clear it.
{Looks like competitor Nikos suffered a 14% Aura loss!} Port's voice booms.
I whistle, impressed.
"Only 14%? Damn, girl." I call out, hefting Evildead onto my shoulder. "I've knocked out plenty of wannabe tough guys with that punch."
Her aura absorbed most of the damage, even so Pyrrha spits blood onto the arena floor, her eyes never leaving mine.
There's a new light in them, something akin to… hunger.
"Good," she says, flashing a ruthless, genuine smile. Not a fake polite one, but one that promised challenge and pain. " I don't need to hold back."
Pyrrha whips her arm back, sending her spear flying towards me with a dust shot like a missile.
POW!
I barely have time to react. Twisting Evildead around, using the flat of the axe to deflect. Metal clangs against metal, the force of the impact shuddering up my arms.
Her spear ricochets off, spinning through the air back towards Pyrrha. She snatches it with ease, her body already coiling for the next strike.
"Damn, you're fast," I grunt, shifting my stance, trying to anticipate her next move.
But she's on me, her spear a blurry bronze arc as it cuts through the air. I swing Evildead up, blocking the strike, but Pyrrha's already pivoting, her body fluid as water. She ducks under my guard, her spear shifting to a sword as she spins, slamming it into my left side.
CLANG!
"Fuck!" I grunt as my Aura flares.
Even with Aura protection, pain explodes across my ribs, the force of the blow knocking me back. I grit my teeth, tightening my grip on Evildead. Pyrrha presses her advantage, her sword a whirlwind, each strike landing with precision on my body.
{Looks like mister Williams found his match! His reaching 30% of Aura loss."
I swing Evildead in wide arcs, trying to create some space, but Pyrrha's relentless. She slips back inside my guard, her sword cracking against my ribs again and then, my shoulders, my thighs. I can't keep up, can't anticipate her movements. She's everywhere at once, her sword a constant, brutal pressure.
"Come on, Ash," she taunts, her voice barely breathless with exertion. "Is this all Vale's Dark Horse has?"
Oh, now I'm pissed. She's been dancing around me like a damn mosquito. Time to slap her ass.
I grit my teeth, sweat stinging my eyes as I whip Evildead around. I feint with another wild axe chop, but I change mid swing aiming the butt of the axe towards Pyrrha's body.
Pyrrha's eyes widen, surprise flickering across her. Her sword's in the wrong position, her shield too far to block. She's open, she is vulnerable…
'She is mine!' I think anticipating my strike.
But just as Evildead's butt about to connect, a faint black glow envelops my axe.
It's barely a flicker, a shadow passing over the weapon, but it's enough. The axe suddenly feels heavy like a fucking mountain in my hands, its weight overwhelming. Momentum falters, trajectory thrown off. Instead of striking Pyrrha, Evildead swooshes past her.
I stagger stumbling to the other side of the arena. The crowd erupts in laughter at me.
"Jesus I'm an idiot!" I mutter, kicking myself for forgetting Pyrrha's Semblance.
She is the fucking Magneto of RWBY.
"Sorry, buddy," I murmur to my axe as I swung him down, sticking it on the arena floor. "I gotta do this on my own."
The crowd's laughter dies down, their gazes burning into my back. I turn, facing Pyrrha, her eyes narrowed, calculating.
{Competitor Williams seems to have... disarmed himself.} Port's voice echoes, confusion clear in his tone. {Is he conceding the match?}
Pyrrha's brows furrow, her grip tightening on her sword.
"Please tell me you are not forfeiting, Ash." she calls out, her voice carrying with a hint of genuine worry. "Please tell me you are not forfeiting, Ash."
I shrug off my heavy armored coat, tossing it aside. The crowd gasps, Pyrrha freezes, eyes wide, staring at me like I've sprouted a second head. I laugh, loud and sharp, knowing what's shocked them.
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're all thinking." I say, pointing to the black bands wrapped around my arms and chest, pulsing with purple glow. "It's not every day you see someone covered in hundreds of thousands of lien in bands infused with Gravity Dust, each one weighing 200 kilos(441 lbs)."
One by one, I unstrap them, letting them clatter to the ground with a heaviness that shouldn't come from bands that size.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
A smile appears on my face when I remember that this kind of Training would be impossible even for a huntsman, I can only do this kind of thing thanks to my Semblance.
I bend down, and remove the ones from my ankles, then straighten, facing Pyrrha while tossing the last ones.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
She's still staring, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. It's like she's seen a ghost, or maybe a monster. I cock my head, studying her.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Shocking, right?" I say, waving my hands. "But damn, Pyrrha, you look like you've seen a Grimm dancing on a strip pole."
Pyrrha blinks, shaking her head slightly. Her voice trembles as her cheeks flush.
"Ash. You're... you're..." She starts, face almost as red as her hair. "Have you no decency?"
"What are you talking about?" I ask taking a step in her direction.
Pyrrha's voice cracks through the arena, sharp and desperate.
"Stay away from me!"
Pyrrha's always been poised, professional, every inch the champion. But this... this is something else. She's shaken, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes wide and frightened.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask, confused.
Before she can answer me , Professor Port's voice echoes through the arena.
{Young man, do you know what's written on your torso?}
I blink, thrown by the sudden change in subject.
"What?"
I look down, finally seeing the bold, red letters scrawled across my abs.
'BLEISS FEEDING HOSE' it reads, with an arrow pointing down.
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The arena explodes with laughter, the sound echoing off the walls, washing over me like a tidal wave. My face burns, embarrassment.
Weiss is shrinking in her seat, hands covering her face, shoulders shaking mortification.
"For fuck sakes Bleiss!" I complain, annoyed."You ruined my Rock Lee moment."
But the goth still was unconscious.
"So much Aura farming… lost."
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