RWBY X Male Reader but it's an Isekai harem book

Chapter 5: Kill the Jaundice

Meditation. It requires one's complete and utter focus. Which I could be giving if Hunter wasn't setting off fucking explosions nearby.

"Can you fucking not!?" an explosion sends me flying into a tree. Oh yeah, we're in the middle of Emerald Forest.

"If I don't set off a bunch of explosions every hour, I could destroy the planet in the very unlikely occurrence that someone angers me enough," huh, so they can be triggered by emotional responses too? Neat. Wait that sounds kinda like a- "Tick? Yeah, it's basically one."

"Who are you, really?" he gives me that shitty grin and shrugs.

"Just some huntsman, I guess," this motherfucker. "So what's your Tick do?"

"Well, originally, I could simply know what someone feels about me, but it kinda evolved when I awakened my Semblance. Now I know what someone feels about anything. Great for fights," Hunter hummed in thought before waving his arm and a white wave came off it, exploding when it came in contact with a tree.

"How good's your Inergy control?" what's with all the questions? "Just answer it."

"It's pretty decent, definitely not Brando level," his ear twitched when I said "Brando".

"You know of the Brando's?" he looked more interested in this than the Grimm in my sword.

"I mean, kinda, there's not a lot to know with like fifteen left alive. Well, at least, there were like fifteen when I was alive in my original life," I don't know why, but I feel like he's someone I can trust with the knowledge of my past life.

"Original life? Did you get reincarnated?" Hunter seemed like he already knew the answer but wanted to be sure.

"Yeah. I was sixteen when I was stabbed in the heart by an underclassman who wanted my money," he looked genuinely surprised at how I died.

"Sixteen!? Man, you barely got a chance to live your life!" Hunter gives me this look, is this sympathy? It better not be sympathy.

"Eh, it was alright, at least now I have friends that don't just want me for my money," Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Back in my first life, my parents did not give a single shit about me. They both worked overseas and I barely saw them once a year, but they sent me a lot of money to make sure I didn't die so I always had plenty extra. Somehow, my classmates found out and started hanging around me more. It got to the point where I just didn't care and started ignoring them."

"That's... rough buddy," Hunter patted my shoulder. "Anyway, I gotta go, and so do you. Get to class, Mark."

Hunter simply disappeared and I was left alone.

"Huh, guess I'm alone again," Tyrant then starts feeling annoyed, specifically with me not seeing him as someone. "Alright alright, I got you too, Ty."

Later.

Holy fuck, Vomit Boy cannot fight for shit.

He's losing to the fucking ginger bully stereotype. How did he even get in with a combat ability that fucking garbage?

"This is the part where you lose," How does he actually exist.

"Over my dead-!" VB is cut off by Ron Weasley kneeing him in the gut.

Ed Sheeran almost finished VB, but the hot blonde stops him.

"Cardin, that's enough!" Emma Stone relents and walks away as the hot blonde comes onto the stage, tapping her Scroll. "Students, as you can see, Mr. Arc's Aura has now dropped into the red. In a tournament-style duel, this would indicate that Jaune is no longer fit for battle and that the official may call the match." while VB lays on the floor in defeat that one hot redhead, who I swear I've seen somewhere before, looks sad. Hot blonde turns her head to look at VB as he pulls out his Scroll and looks at it like the loser he is. "Mr. Arc, it's been weeks now. Please try to refer to your Scroll during combat. Gauging your Aura will help you decide when it's appropriate to attack, or when it is better to move to a more... defensive strategy. We wouldn't want you to be gobbled up by a Beowolf, now, would we?"