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-Raven POV-

I watched my godson cut off a person's arms not a second ago. And now, I was watching him go with the momentum and deliver another slash to the poor man. His neck was cut and blood seeped out, the fool tried to stop the bleeding by grabbing his throat but it was futile.

Roy got his hand on the person that was currently getting intimate with the wall again and used him as a human shield for the only other man alive in that alley.

The crook held an old model pistol that most likely used fire dust to boost the speed and the impact of the bullets and each bullet was blocked by the human shields Aura.

Roy rushed and drove his new dagger through the man's heart and just as quickly pulled it out.

Shoving the man he was holding aside, he used his leg to kick up the pistol. Grabbing the pistol and adjusting his grip, he unloaded whatever was left in the magazine into the man.

Just like that, this fourteen-year-old kid had become a man...

The fact that he committed a crime was just a minor inconvenience.

Looking at him now, when he was staring at the three dead bodies, the people he killed, I was surprised when he turned back and turned into smoke again.

The mask might have "Masked" his emotions but he held himself together.

Smirking to myself at that perfectly timed pun, I take off into the sky.

-Two weeks later, Roy's POV-

You know, this isn't what I expected when I tried to dig deeper.

The one that spoke like he was from the high class... was actually from the high class. The news is actually a good way to find the origins of people, he worked at a bar named "Juniors" and was from the high-class district that had moved where I ended his and his two "Friends" lives two weeks ago.

"Roy! Stop brooding because you didn't get to beat kids up for a week."

Rolling my eyes, I stand up from the couch and grab the sheath of my modified Scimitars.

Both swords went into one sheath that was modified to be a little larger than usual and two blades' hilts could be put together and held together by the sheath... I tried wearing them separately, I had to wear two sheaths crossed on my back or one on each side of the waist. It was awkward, it was noisy and it was hard to manoeuvre in. So I fixed it.

Strapping on my red forearm guards, I tightened the gloves that I used to keep the steel from damaging my aura, any little amount could matter in a fight.

Putting on a black sleeveless hoodie over my mesh armour, I walk out of the living room while strapping on my scimitars on my back, I grabbed a waist pouch where I kept my mask and my dagger.

I still need another similar dagger to practice.

Two weeks since I got this pouch and two weeks nice I placed those two items in there.

Never let it out of my sight.

"What is it, Yang?"

She grinned.

"Today! You get to bask in the glory of-"

She grabbed a hold of the cloth that somehow appeared out of thin air...

Protagonist powers, maybe?

"-Bumblebee!"

She yanked at the cloth, revealing a yellow motorcycle, the sun suddenly shines brighter, the birds sang louder, and a freaking deer appeared out of the forest and looked at the motorcycle like it was the second coming of the god of light himself... I blinked and everything was back to normal...

"Okay?"

She looked like I just killed Zwei while T-bagging our knocked-out uncle. Which was stupid, I would never kill Zwei...

"What?! "Okay"? That's all you have to say?! Look at this beauty! I had to repair her! Paint her! Care for her! And all you have to say is "Okay"?!"

...Bruh, it's just a motorcycle.

"...Okay? I mean, that's what happens when a machine needs repairs..."

"Machine?!"

...God damnit, Yang.

Hearing a bark, I looked down at Zwei who had just come out of the house. Bending down, I picked him up and faced him towards the motorcycle.

"What do you think, Zwei?"

"...Woof."

"You too, Zwei?!"

-Signal-

A dodged a spear coming right for my chest, grabbing its shaft and tugging it towards me, knocking my opponent off guard.

I was about to reach for my scimitars but I hesitated. In my eyes, the child in front of me was cut into two, courtesy of my superheated blade.

The next second, I was flying backwards from the kick he managed to hit me with.

As soon as my back hit the ground I went with the momentum and rolled backwards, springing to my feet.

The arena was silent, this was the first time K got hit, even Qrow was looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

Suddenly I felt irritated. What was there to be surprised about? I wasn't untouchable, I wasn't some invincible being that would just wipe away others like insects when I was irritated.

Using my aura to boost my speed, I kicked my opponent square in the face. His aura broke and his nose followed.

Now I was really irritated, I couldn't even go full out in this class of incompetent children.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, I motion Qrow toward the door. He nodded and I walked back to my desk and sat down, watching as the kid that had the misfortune to go against me be carried out of the room to the infirmary, I leaned back and closed my eyes.

My hands were shaking.

-After class-

"What was that about, Roy? That's the first time you got hit by anyone other than me or Tai."

I rolled my eyes, I knew that too, I was the one fighting. Frankly, im surprised that he even remembered that I wasn't hit.

"What does it take to graduate early?"

He rose an eyebrow in interest.

"What brought this up?"

My dull look said it all, I had perfect scores even if I missed classes, My win rate in this school was 100% and I was basically overqualified for the fourth year.

He sighed and took out his flask.

"At the end of the year, there is a tournament to determine who gets the chance to attend beacon, there are only twenty available places. If you manage to pass the exam to skip a year, you can participate."

...More tests to pass... Yes, because when Grimm come rushing towards me, I will destroy them with the quadratic formula.