Alex Pov:
So, quick recap. Got isekaied, got aura, got grinding, got my ass kicked, and now I got a super power with zero instructions or manual.
Obviously this was going to take a while. I had spent the last week suffering from the consequences of my close grim fight.
Luke was, not enthused with my performance. So I'm off grim duty. Small mercies.
Only I almost would have preferred grim patrol.
Luke has made it his life's mission to make sure I live, eat, breath, shit, and fucking dream fighting.
I thought my training was spartan before. However now it's just hell.
Wake up at dawn when Luke flips my bed like a gorilla. Spend all morning getting my ass beat till my aura breaks.
Usually that's where Martin would have me start meditating. However Martin is off the farm right now.
Something about estranged sons or great responsibility. Took Rosie with him though.
So it's just Luke and me, and the neverending physical exercises.
Right, aura breaks then I hit the daily sprint. Followed by absurd weight lifting.
By the time my aura is back up I'm stretched dough. Only to go straight into more ass beating.
Rinse and repeat until sun down. Sleep like the dead and repeat.
Good news. I'm definitely getting abbs for this. Downside, my bones feel like jelly.
However I'm definitely getting better fast. So can't complain. No idea how long until the main plot of the show starts, so faster is better.
Now then, after a week of this hell I finally got some leeway to experiment with my Semblance.
So first thing to note. Apparently I have a ridiculously large aura for a reason.
It turns out using your soul to summon objects through space takes a shit tone of energy. Who'd have guessed. Probably a physicist, but how cares about semantics.
It's also really finicky. Like I can summon my whole sword, but not a small glass of water. Or even just the glass. Yet I can summon random rocks on the ground?
So clearly there are some rules I'm not entirely aware of. However I've been writing down everything I can and can't summon. Maybe in enough time I'll notice a pattern?
I don't know, I'm not a scientist. But as Josh from Let's Game It Out says. How else are we going to figure this stuff out, if we don't test till our eyes bleed?
Man I miss YouTube, and games, and my everything. At least I got super powers.
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OK, been a month and a half since I got here. Got a good grasp on most of my Semblance's rules. They're weird but consistent.
So I can only summon things that are mine. Maybe I naturally mark them, but it's very specific.
It has to, for some fucking reason, legally be mine. So theft is a no go. Also, it takes more aura to summon bigger things.
In essence it's like I have my own personal inventory. Only my stuff needs to be stored somewhere.
But that's fine, I'm basically a walking arsenal. If I had an arsenal.
Oh yeah! Martin's back. Good news, Beacon is about to start a new year in a couple of weeks.
Martin is apparently a respected member of the huntsman community. Something about being super skilled in aura manipulation.
Anyway, point is he pulled some strings, threw his name around, and vouched for me to get into Beacon.
Bad news, I got two weeks to get my landing strategy in order if the test is anything like the show.
Another thing to note is I finally decked Luke in a spar. I mean, he literally broke my leg and dislocated my jaw afterwards, but it's progress.
Martin finally seemed satisfied with my aura control. A "Still needs work." From him is basically a master at it... I think.
All I know is after Luke saw me almost immediately restore my aura after it broke in a spar he stopped holding back.
Whish I had a picture. Dude looked like someone shit in his drink for a week. Priceless.
Anyway, it seems my time on this farm is wrapping up. I took out a small pack of Beowolfs yesterday. Barely an inconvenience.
So I'm not too worried about getting into Beacon. I only hope my training won't be so hard.
I'm a damn couch potato. Not Bruce Lee. Abbs are nice but sleep is better.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention. I failed to get that farm bod. Instead I got ripped twig. Lost like all my weight. Didn't get big just real fucking lean.
I'd sink like a rock now but at least I'm confident. Confident I look like shit.
I'm not talking Adonis here, I'm talking roided out rat. Zero bulk, all wire muscle. So my shirt stays on. Always.
Enough about my disappointing build and more on my current predicament. What color scroll do I get?
No seriously, I usually go with green, it's my favorite, but my aura is also green. And unlike the light shimmer of others. My aura is damn near solid.
Hell if I shaped it right I could literally use it like a stool.
Anyway, again, I don't want to end up looking like the late queen of England in a monotone pastel. Worked for her, not so much for me.
However sweats and a t-shirt are more my speed. Unfortunately that doesn't make good apparel for fighting. So I'm just gonna go with generic military surplus.
It fits, it's durable, it's got pockets. What else do I need?
So while I was struggling to figure out my scroll selection. The store behind me literally exploded.
Luke's bullshit training kicks in as I already have my sword materialized in my hand. I mentally note it took a tenth of my aura and drains a fraction of that a second.
I then freze as I see what looks like the living embodiment of little red riding hood with a scyth. Yup that's Ruby. And that's Roman.
Cool, I'm fucked now and for the rest of my life. I'm in the same class as team RWBY.
I quickly snap out of it as I rush to help out.
"On your six red." I called out as I dived over her scythe swing.
Rolling to my feet, I smoothly jabbed my pummel into one gangster's throat. He stumbled back coughing violently as my aura flared. Blocking another gangsters sword, it stopped cold as I grabbed the blade and yanked him towards me.
Aura covered my hand as I met his approaching face of dread with a solid thump.
He dropped like a sack of rice. Again my aura flared, eighty percent aura, I mentally tracked as I looked into the eyes of a significantly less confident goon. His dust shot dissipating weakly against my aura.
Shame I couldn't get him as Ruby easily slammed his face into the pavement.
I smiled and waved my free hand to her. A bit of me lit up when she smiled back.
We both turned to see Roman lookin rather agitated.
He mumbled something to the unconscious goon at his feet before putting out his cigar with his cane.
"Well, dynamic duo. I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening. And while I'd love to stay, I'm afraid this is where we part ways."
As Roman finished his speech I saw the cross-hair on his cane pop up and I acted on reflex.
Stepping infront of Ruby, I quickly molded my aura. Letting my sword dissolve as I used both hands.
My aura formed a solid wall, slanted back towards us as the dust explosion went off.
I grunted as my aura tanked to twenty percent. Note to self, tanking dust explosions is stupid.
Most of the force was directed upwards because of the slant. So we had a clear view as Roman bolted up a nearby ladder.
"Get him, I'll hold the fort here." I told Ruby as I looked back to the stumbling old shopkeeper.
She nodded as she took off like a gun shot towards the rooftops.' Yup, not anywhere near that fast.' I thought with a chuckle.
I saw someone else dart after Ruby as a VTOL took off. I'll let them handle it. I needed to get my story straight for when I got questioned by the cops, or is it huntsman?