After my little agreement with Ozpin, we began to walk to the room I would stay in for the year.
I still can't believe this is happening. In the span of what felt like a few hours, I was blown to pieces, went to the void, came back from the void, was thrown into Remnant, met Professor Peach (whom we haven't seen in the actual show for some reason. I mean, she's a really nice person, how the HELL haven't we seen her yet?), met THE Professor Ozpin, got an opportunity to train to become a Huntsman and got my aura unlocked all in the same day.
Well, it feels like the same day to me, from what Peach told me it's been an entire week. Still don't know how I got here, or if there's a way back, though between going back to a world that's pretty much unlivable and staying in a world that's basically filled with monsters that want to kill anything and everything that lives and breathes... Well, at least I can live here so I'll deal with the monsters. Besides, I'm being trained to kill said monsters so it's not like I'm completely defenseless. Speaking of getting here.
"Hey, Professor Ozpin, mind if I ask a question?" I spoke up.
"Of course, I'm sure you have many questions about our world." Ozpin said as we entered the building I would be staying in.
That's an understatement, I'm in an entirely different world, anyone would have questions.
"Do you have any idea on how I got here, or how I can possibly get back?" I asked him.
"Oh, are you considering going back to your world?" He asked with a small grin on his face. I started to chuckle at his question.
"Not particularly, I mean, living in a world filled with monsters wouldn't sound appealing to most people, but I come from the world that's basically in ruins, so I'm not exactly keen on going back anytime soon. And it's not like I'll be completely defenseless against them, I'm just curious how I got here in the first place."
"I see. Well, to answer your question, I believe that the spirit was the one who brought you here."
"Yeah, right. What was his name again?"
"Excalibur, the spirit that resides within the sword that was by your side when you had first arrived in Remnant."
"So, mind going into further detail on all of that? I'm not exactly from here so I don't really know a whole lot about these 'Spirits' and all that."
"Well, if you are going to plan on utilizing such a power, then you might as well know the tale behind it."
"... So are you gonna tell me or?"
"Let us speak in the open room we have prepared. That way the tale can be told in a more relaxing atmosphere."
"Why does the atmosphere matter?"
"Mr. Harlaown. Telling a story is so much more than reciting words you have previously memorized. Everything must be taken into account when telling a tale, the atmosphere, the time of day, the location, and most importantly, the way you tell the tale."
"... I still don't follow."
"Then let this be your first lesson, Mr. Harlaown."
"But I haven't even started training. Don't you think you should wait until we actually start combat training before giving me a lecture?"
"Combat isn't just about two warriors fighting to the death."
"Though that's an essential part to it."
"While that may be true, it isn't all of it."
"You see, depending on the setting, the atmosphere, and the location of your battle will determine whether or not your battle will be remembered for the generations to come."
"I'm listening."
"It's like this, let's say that two warriors, both very skilled and talented at their craft, engaged in combat in one of our various combat stations we have set up around the campus. There's nothing memorable about that, there would be no tension following the fight, the atmosphere of the battle would be completely ruined. It won't be a battle that people would remember."
"Hmm… Fair enough."
"Now, let's say that two warriors were fighting on a mountain summit, or a burning battlefield. Now that would be a fight people remembered. Two warriors fighting to the death, their clashes would echo throughout the battlefield field and would sing songs of their hardships."
"I mean I wouldn't put it like that but I get what you're saying."
"So tell me, Mr. Harlaown. Which story would you remember? One told in a mere hallway, or one told where your parents would tell you stories so that you may have pleasant dreams?"
"... I guess I'd have to pick the latter."
"Excellent. Oh would you look at that, we're here." Ozpin said as we arrived at the room where I would be staying at.
"Shall we?" The headmaster asked, pulling out a pair of keys from his pocket.
"Sure."
"Now, you will have to stay in a room designed for four people because we don't have a room made for one person." Ozpin stated as he opened the door to my room.
"That's fine, I like having my own personal space anyway."
As we entered the room, I began to take a look around the area.
There was an average sized bed in the right corner of the room, a bookshelf with a variety of books mainly for the different classes here at Beacon. Remnant History, Grimm studies, Dust sciences, etc.
There was a desk next to the bookshelf, with an assortment of pens, pencils, notebooks and other supplies for school.
On the wall next to the bed was a painting of what I assume to be the Forever Fall forest. There was a bathroom to the right of the room. Considering that it was made for four people, and only one person was staying in it, it was bound to be pretty spacious.
"Now, sit. Allow me to explain the origin behind the power you will be wielding from here on out." Ozpin said as he walked over to a chair in the center of the room.
I nodded and walked over to the bed.
"Now, allow me to tell you the tale of the spirits. Of Spirits and Weapons."
"Long long ago, when the Kingdoms of Remnant were but simple towns, legends told of a legendary traveling blacksmith that went by the name of Olaf Avalonian. People say that his weapons were second to none because he was the very first person who started to manufacture dust into his weapons."
"Dust?" I asked in fake ignorance.
"Hmm, I never thought that I would have to explain the concept of dust to another individual."
"Dust is a very powerful source of energy used to power most of our technologies that we use today. It can also be used to give weapons more of a kick."
"Hmm, okay, continue."
"One day during his travels across the lands of Remnant, he came across a temple. The temple held an old and ancient library."
"In that library, he found a book of incredible power. Though this was no ordinary book, rather than being filled with the stories of old, it was instead a book filled with various contracts. Once Olaf opened the book, twelve spirits came out and met the man, asking him what he was doing in their library. The man said that he was merely searching for ways to perfect his craft."
"The spirits requested that they hear his tale, wanting to know more about this unknown world that they were now in. Once the man had finished telling his tale, the spirits made an offer to the man. Free them from the book by signing a contract with the realm where they reside, and they would help serve him and this world however they see fit."
"The man agreed and signed the contract with the other realm. Allowing the spirits to be free to roam Remnant however they see fit. Though the spirits would need a vessel if mankind would ever have any hope in harnessing their power. Naturally, Olaf saw this as an opportunity to make his craft legendary. He allowed the spirits to use his weapons as a vessel."
"So wait, are there only twelve or are there more? Because I seriously doubt that this spirit realm only inhabited twelve spirits." I said.
"Well, these are the only known spirits. Whether or not more had made shelter in our world is still unknown." Ozpin said.
"Once the deed was done, Olaf's craft became legendary. Warriors of all kinds would attempt to harness the power of the spirits, though only few would actually be able to forge a contact with them. The ones that did were rewarded with incredible power."
"Over time, they were given a title for their unimaginable power. They were known as the twelve Enchanted Weapons of Remnant."
"Though as the knowledge of the spirits spread throughout all of Remnant, so did the greed in the people's hearts. They wanted to take the Book of Contracts for themselves and make a fortune of their own."
"People, always gotta ruin the good things for everyone in the world." I said.
"Indeed. Anyways, one day, a group of bandits attacked Olaf's convoy and demanded he give them the Book of Contracts. Olaf refused, and the bandits attacked Olaf, though due to the power of the spirits, he was able to kill the bandits with ease."
"Seeing the dangers of keeping the book, he went back to the temple and returned the book to the library. He then took the remaining enchanted weapons he had and scattered them across Remnant."
"Though throughout the course of history, warriors would take these weapons for themselves and charge into battle with their abilities."
"Some say that the kings and queens of Remnant wielded these weapons to protect their people."
"Others say that Bandits would take them to have an easier time raiding the various villages of the kingdoms."
"No one knows what happened to Olaf after that."
"Some say he faded away in the ripples of time, while others say he died due to his harsh and unhealthily working conditions."
"Though he left behind a legendary legacy, the vessels where the spirits reside are proof of his success."
"No one knows what remains of the spirits to this day? Some say that they are nothing more than a myth. Some say that there is a possibility for the tale to hold truth."
"There have been rumors, tales, and songs based off of the different descendants of the weapons. It is a tale that has held throughout the sands of time."
"Though whether or not it keeps its legacy will depend on the next generation of the weapon users."
"... Wow." I said.
"Now, don't you think you will remember the story in this kind of atmosphere?" Ozpin asked.
"Probably. Can't really speak for my future self."
"Fair enough." The headmaster said as he started to walk towards the door. "You should probably get some rest for tomorrow."
"We start training tomorrow?" I asked.
"No, I want you to explore the campus, get familiar with the layout of the area, and above all, meet some new people." Ozpin said. "It's always good to have people you can trust." He said as he closed the door behind him.
I sighed and walked over to the bathroom, turned on the sink, and splashed water onto my face.
"So, this is my life now, huh?" I asked myself.