Where Black Rose's Grow (RWBY) (Discontinued)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

“All targets neutralized. New record, 18.97 seconds. New score, 87% accuracy.” The arena AI announced. In the colosseum of Beacon, Team JNPR watches in awe and exhaustion as Gold trains his reaction and precision with hard light targets using his jian. He flourishes his sword and orders for the simulation to restart. All around, hard light projections of beowolves form and prowl around him. In an instant, they rush him and Gold strikes first.
A swift thrust between the eyes of the foremost, he then swirls with a wide sweep of his area. A beowulf pounces at him, soaring over the blade, however, Gold stomps his foot in place and draws cuts up. Taking in a deep breath, the gold blade glimmers and he swings two wide arcs in a circle around him, sending forth waves of sharp air that splits the creatures.
  “All targets neutralized. New recond, 15.63 seconds. New score, 93% accuracy.” Just as Gold is about to order for a repeat, the gate opens. Dressed in a fine green suit with a cane in his right hand and Vale mug in his left, the headmaster enters the arena. Gold wipes off his blade and sheaths it on his hip, giving full attention to the man.
  “Are you kids preparing for the tournament?” He asks the team.
  “Yes, sir!” Nora excitedly says, although still on the floor sweating profusely.
  “Mr. Jin,” Professor Ozpin swaps his attention to. He points out, “you seem to have changed over the break.” He sips his mug of hot chocolate, “A lot more than not.”
  Nodding, Gold smoothly says, “A visit home can change a man, for better and worse.” His voice is strong and stern, having an accent as weak as the zest of lime. “It is good to be back, professor.”
  Ozpin looks to Gold with slight reminiscence in his eyes, betraying the calm atmosphere he keeps. “Mr. Jin, what happened to your wings?”
  “Surgically removed, I’ve got fights to win.” Gold joins the team to the side and points to Pyrrha, “Got a champion to defeat.”
  Professor takes a deep sip of chocolate, “Right… about that. I’m sorry to tell you, but since you don’t have a team you aren’t qualified.”
  Nodding, Gold thinks it over and enthusiastically asks, “Pyrrha, wanna just fight now instead?”
  “Just… give me a minute.” She panted out.

Sitting in his favorite tree, Gold plays with his thumb as he looks out to the city, the mass carnage that was done to it. Looking high, he takes interest in the largest of shards that float over the city. Much like that of Atlas, Vale too holds a mass that flies, but less technical. Flicking his thumb up as a coin, he catches it on its joint and jumps off the tree. He then looks to the West, there, the Amity Arena is being docked over the sea and cliffs of Beacon.
“Should I get a dance?” He asked himself. “Do I even like dancing?”
Shrugging away, he walks to the school dorms, scaling up the side of the six floor building until he makes it to the top. There, he catches Jaune getting his legs swept by Pyrrha. He hangs off the side, waiting as the two share their awkward conversing. Changing his own view, he sees himself as he follows the aura of Pyrrha through the building. Odd, she had not gone to the dorms with Jaune, but left to the Eastern dormitory. Jumping onto a tree, he shadows her with soft steps, being gentle that no leaf may even shiver in his presence.
She crosses over the courtyard to slither around the dormitory, entering through the back doors. He climbs to the roof and follows her above, until she stops outside a room. He climbs down as she enters the room, seeing only a glance into the room before avoiding sight from inside. Four Mistrali students, but one was far from their normal students. Half pink, half brown hair, with eyes to match, team rwby has spoken of the shortest member of this team. Neopolitan, henchman of Roman Torchwick. The team speaks of the students that are participating in the event, team rwby, jnpr, cfvy, crdn, and eventually, the mystery.
“Then finally, Ha-neul Jin.” The green haired girl says.
“Ah, Mr. Changeling.” The raven haired woman says, not diverting her eyes from her scroll. “He should be easy, just a lazy kid.”
“Not, exactly.” Pyrrha tells her. “Ever since summer, he’s been training hard, I guess he’s excited for the tournament.” She then plays a video on her scroll. It shows him training against the hard light beowolves, and the new skills he’s been testing.
The guy, a boy with gray hair, asks her, “What is his semblance?”
“No one knows.” Pyrrha grunts as she thinks and lists on, “We thought it was he could change wing size, but he’s cutting with wind, knows whoever is around him, has a weak aura but very strong.”
“So the little changeling has tricks.”
“Tricks, but he’s all alone.”
Frowning, Gold climbs back up and lays on his back, looking up to the stars. “Once more, I make friends, and now one shall betray me once more… Pyrrha Nikos- I’ll teach you true invincibility…”