Is it really that time, again? (G-man male reader x RWBY)

Chapter 23: The Armistice

Daily quote by Y/N: I am merely a gardener, tending to this botanical paradise infested with weeds and parasitic fungi. To remove the corruption, and trim the branches of your world is my sacred duty. It is not my responsibility to impart judgment, nor enact vengeance. But just because it is not my responsibility, doesn't mean I'll always grant mercy. Grave sins I witness shall be punished accordingly, now take that wretched pineapple and mayonnaise off that pizza before I banish you to the Remnant equivalent of Hell's 10th circle. 

Those who faced oblivion often do so only once in their lifetime. In History, each generation experienced its own cataclysmic event that doomed the fate of thousands and put fear in the hearts of millions. There was always one global conflict, one great calamity, one disease, that scourged Remnant in some form or fashion. Of course, there would be loss, grief, death, there always was. But in some cosmic grace, you could expect there to be only one in your lifetime. If you so unluckily happened to be caught in such an event, you either died, or survived. Ozma didn't have that luxury.

In fact, not only was he forced to mitigate or even minimize these apocalyptic events, but he also sometimes caused them in the first place. Twas expected, he did go against his lords' will, he did let his beloved live. He had children with her, he RULED with her. And when she found out? He lost everything. Without Salem, without himself, humanity would have either prospered, or offed themselves a long time ago. But they didn't, because they were robbed of the choice, the opportunity, because of his ongoing war with his ex-wife.

So here he was, Ozma, the Great Sorcerer King, somehow dying and resurrecting through every single apocalypse in an attempt to break out of this never-ending hamster wheel. Though he put on a mask of optimism, though he spilled both innocent and guilty blood to further his progress, he failed time and time again. There was that small part, that nagging miniscule portion of his old soul that somehow shouted the loudest, that he would never win.

But today? Today was different. This LIFE was different.

Because of Y/N L/N.

This man, this anomaly, somehow disrupted every single carefully laid plan Ozpin had placed. Y/N had broken every rule, every expectation, and at times seemingly the fabric of reality itself. He beat the Champion of Argus with nothing but a crowbar. He somehow gained the loyalty, and speculated sexual attraction of Raven Branwen, He split an atom in the third years' science class. Ozpin had begun to regret allowing Y/N to be informed of Salem, and his secret war with her. However, with every accident, with every feat, Y/N L/N appeared to rise above his station, somehow proving himself to be an excellent teacher, a connoisseur of violence, and a bearer of a just heart. Even his dean, Glynda Goodwitch, looked at him in a favorable light.

His achievements also brought scrutiny, however. The man was with no Aura, no semblance activated. So how did he exactly get this power, this knowledge that upended decades worth of scientific advancement? It was one of the reasons The Headmaster decided it was best to contain this individual, to study him, to learn more until either his suspicion of a threat was confirmed or denied. If it was proven false, then Amber could be saved. If it was confirmed, then the specialists squadron on call from General Ironwood would incapacitate him. Normally with a normal Huntsman, such precautions would be overkill, but with the newest report from Qrow about his confrontation with Salem's chosen? It was necessary.

Alas, some comfort could be takin in knowing The Mr. L/N opposed Salem's conquest, as reveled by his rare conversation with her. What remained was if he had any other aspirations of his own. He did not report the altercation back to Ozpin after all. It didn't matter, all would soon be revealed. Qrow was dispatched to retrieve Mr. L/N by any means necessary, after Glynda called in sick today. Deciding to check on his progress, Ozpin grasped his scroll from the side of his desk and unlocked it. With a few button presses, Qrow was on call.