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Please try again later. Keep Exploring Britannica Mahatma Gandhi. Mahatma Gandhi, Indian lawyer, politician, social activist, and writer who became the leader of the nationalist…. Do you want to know when I could survive by myself, or do you mean how old I was when my parents died? The second half of the boy's answer revealed much more about him than I had expected to see so quickly. The sharp, almost accusatory reply showed an impatience, but coupled with the oh-so-innocent walk-back and the uncertainty of his recovery?
The boy was showing me that he was perfectly capable of playing this little game, and was intent on winning it. I…didn't know them, my parents.
Or rather, I'm sure I did, but I have almost no memory of them. Just my dad's old sword. We were in some frontier village for the night because they liked to move around, never really finding a settlement they liked, and there was a large Grimm attack. After that, I always heard stories about the Grimm that lead the attack, but quite frankly, it sounds ridiculous. The village did their best to feed me and more than once I was passed off to settlements passing through on their way to new places.
I bounced around a lot until I was While it certainly isn't the worst I've heard, or would it be the worst thing I've overlooked in applications the Branwen Twins come to mind there , it still usually isn't a comfortable topic. I killed two assholes who were trying to steal food and dust from those who barely had any themselves, but I didn't just defend myself. I actively sought them out during the fight and put them down.
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The boy's blunt honestly coupled with his detachment from the events he spoke off caught me off-guard, to the point where I did not supply a follow-up question for a few moments, just long enough for the silence to prompt Mr. That settlement was destroyed and we were all scattered. From then on, I just roamed the wilds, surviving where I could and working as sort of a sell sword on occasion. I bounced all over the place for years until I decided to work my way to Vale and eventually Beacon. If I've lasted this long, I'm sure I could probably become a real Huntsman.
Heck, maybe then I could stop the places from getting destroyed. Plus, it kind of fits, too. I don't have anything concrete about what it does, but it flairs up when I'm trying to protect someone, and I figure that's a good enough sign to be a Huntsman as any.
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Not that I would ever tell Oobleck exactly how aura works; it would just spoil all that research he does, and how would he get tenure then? The boy stood up and collected his weapons, strapping the smaller sword and its white sheath around his waist and loading the oversized black sword to a mount on his back. Hmph, such a Mistralian way to wear a sword. With a curt thank you, he headed back to the elevator and headed down to whence he came. After about a minute, the elevator dinged again, and in walked Professor Oobleck.
Are we ready to finalize this year's class yet? Every year we have this disagreement, thought right now my head wasn't focused on it. I do believe that that young man just lied to my face about nearly everything he possibly could. Oobleck was taken aback by my statement, and rightly so I suppose. I made a big show of taking the boy's file and placing it firmly on top of the pile of accepted students whose paperwork needed to be signed and sealed. Coincidentally, that was also the stack that always ended up on Glynda's desk each morning.
Oobleck rolled his eyes, but at this point was so fed up with my admittance antics that he didn't feel like arguing it, likely because he knew he'd end up splitting the paperwork with Glynda. Oh, the joys of professors desperate for tenure. Last I heard she was responding to a call in Vale. Something about a dust robbery and a bullhead flying in the airspace. I like to think I'm a simple person, and that there aren't many things in life with which I take a real issue. Having to clean the blood of innocent people off of my sword in the name of some stupid tribe was one of them. Fortunately, it wasn't a common occurrence, but this was the last time.
I silently made my way to the main tent, taking care not to trip over anything in the darkness. Most of the tribe, save for the watchers, would be asleep right now. I pushed through the flaps of her tent to find Raven and Vernal pouring over a map laid out on the table. Raven stood up a little at the sound of my entrance, but had her back to me still. Raven straightened herself up, but never turned around to look at me. She was playing her games, her stupid power-obsession mind-games, and she's about to find out I'm not in the mood.
Vernal looked as unimpressed as is possible, but I could feel that stupid, smug grin on Raven's face.
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My anger kept boiling up until all I could see was the mental image of her stupid grin, the same one hovering over me for years. As the steel of my sword hissed from being drawn, I imagined the scowl that overtook that grin. I didn't have to imagine for long, because as soon as she heard my sword, Raven had drawn hers as well and spun to lock blades. Go find some other four-year-old with healing powers and make them your shield.
Do you know what you'd be without me? I flowed my aura into my hands and Crocea Mors itself, using it to resist the magic. Maybe you're not worth our time after all…" The flames around Raven's eyes grew in intensity suddenly in an attempt to distract me from her wrists, which adjusted their grip on her hilt.
The blade ejected from her hilt and she moved to make me fall forwards from the sudden change, but I stepped aside and drew my shield, just in time to catch Raven's next blade as it aimed for my ribs. Before either of us could throw our next attack, Vernal casually stepped between us, breaking up the fight without a care in the world for the attacks we were about to launch.
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This is the third time this month you two have done this. And Raven, shame on you for egging him on. You see, we could use eyes and ears in Vale. We both know you're too protective to just up and leave the tribe you grew up with. You'd never just abandon them like that.
She wasn't wrong, and she knew it, but that's the part that agitated me. I threw the flap to Jaune's tent open and strolled in, carrying the gift the tribe was giving him. He was packing up the last of his things in his pack and preparing to head into Haven to catch a train to Beacon.
When he was younger, he hated that, probably for the reason all teenage boys don't like being walked in on; fortunately, he's grown numb to it over time. In a way, that describes a lot of his time here. Anyhow, since I'm assuming she told you not to let Ozpin see the crest on your shield, I decided to get this commissioned instead. He began to look over the weapon. It was black on the exterior to contrast his other weapon, and was as tall as he was. The massive sword, a claymore as it was, held a meaty blade that would certainly pack a punch.
If you roll into Beacon after giving a suspicious backstory involving growing up in the wilds, and Ozpin sees you fight, he's going to know who trained you. This way, you at least have to learn a new style while you're at it. Plus, its not just a claymore; try flexing your aura into it. Jaune's semblance being so intertwined with his aura has allowed him to harness it to much greater control over the years, to the point where with a little practice, he should be able to activate the mechashifts in the blade through subconscious aura usage.
It didn't take much, and the entire sword split down the middle and the last foot and a half of the sword detached entirely. Jaune pulled apart the two halves of the sword and let the end piece rest on a crate, and the blades shifted and locked into place to form two katanas. What else can it do? Jaune bumped the katanas back together and they molded back into a single sword, now a short broadsword much like Jaune's regular sword. Jaune was as well. I'm trying to leave the tribe, so why give me a gift? That doesn't seem like something Raven would do at all. While Jaune never got along great with anyone in the tribe, I would by default be the person he bonded to the most, though that was mainly because I was a lenient ear and not as bitchy as Raven most days.
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If you don't like it, then you can give it back. Raven will kill you if you miss the train the tribe bought you a ticket for. Jaune nodded and grabbed his things, strapping the new sword to his back, before walking past me. He stopped at the edge of the tent, though. Get out of here. As I walked in, Raven was pouring herself tea and poured a second one when she noticed my arrival.
He gave it a name and he reads stories of great swords to it every night at bed time. With all that he knows, what if he flips? For all his talk of hating everything here, Jaune's grown far too attached to the people he's grown up with.