Promised (Reluctant) Victory In Remnant

Initiation Start

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-Story Start-

-Third Person POV-

Ruby Rose was many things.

Aspiring Huntress extraordinaire.

Weapons Specialist.

A 15-year-old Beacon initiate, a source of both pride and isolation.

Oh, and socially awkward.

Can you blame her though? Everyone's her senior by two years here!

But above all, her deepest aspiration was to be a Hero.

Driven by instincts and the desire to protect others, she rushed towards the source of a large explosion instead of searching for her sister.

The safety of others always took precedence.

Before the crater, her eyes met a blonde boy - Who wasn't Jaune. A quick assessment revealed he was unharmed, bringing relief.

His straight-faced expression conveyed no emotion, or perhaps Ruby wasn't adept at reading microexpressions.

However, one thing Ruby excelled at was weapons.

A quirky and obsessive hobby, as some friends at Signal would jest.

A cute little pastime, according to her sister.

Yet, to Ruby, it was a passion.

After all, she crafted her glorious Crescent Rose herself.

She had seen an array of weapons—swords, rifles, spears, scythes, and their amalgamated combinations.

But as her gaze fell upon the weapon held by her new partner, she froze.

In all her years of weapon fascination, she had never seen one so...

So...

"Beautiful," she mumbled, unable to tear her eyes from the simple yet otherworldly radiant sword.

"Thanks. I try," her partner replied dryly, patting himself off any dust and dirt.

'I think I saw this girl on the Bullhead... I think.' Alex scratched his face as he tried to figure out whether he'd seen her before.

Alex has short-term memory akin to a goldfish.

But Ruby's attention remained captivated, ignoring Alex's halfhearted thanks.

She approached, eyes glued to the sword.

Observing Ruby's hypnotized approach, Alex couldn't help but think, 'I expected a reaction, but this is intense. Is she some sword addict?'

Allowing her to approach, Ruby reached beside Alex.

To Ruby, all weapons were awesome and cool.

But this one transcended those categories—royal and majestic, more suited for a museum than a Grimm-slaying tool.

The tranquil glow of the Sword only enhanced Ruby's desire to gaze at it for hours on end.

"W-Who made this?" she whispered in awe, her eyes still fixed on Excalibur.