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

Chapter 44: Kill The Questions

"PAHAHAHA!!" It is entirely not that funny. "Oh, but it is!"

Okay, Not, let's try to act like the adults that we are, and get past the cartoonishly stupid way that I was knocked out.

"Alright, alright." Good. Now, what did you want to let me know this time? "Right, right. So, Ted's got a kid on the way and it's going to be way stronger than he ever was or will be, and he wants you to be the godfather."

"I decline!"

"What, dude why?" because Ted's annoying enough, why would I want to be a godfather to his offspring? "Because you two are good mates and because I declined already and my assistant would rather die so you're the last choice."

What about the guys from our original world? Surely he has other mortal friends.

"You'd be surely wrong. They all hate him because they weren't invited to the wedding and haven't heard a word from him in like 7 years their time." Holy fucking hell. "I know right? Guy's a grade S A-Hole."

Don't have to tell me that. What about his Aunt... she's dead, isn't she?

"Yep, fated death that he missed because he was training himself." Ugh, fine. But only if I get to go to whatever your sick twisted version of heaven is, you shitty wannadeity. "Sounds like a deal, you shitty wannadragon."

Narrator.

Y/N awakes to Oath walking through a forest.

"Update," Y/N orders.

"Train crashed, we got fucking sent, you weren't healing until just now so I started walking towards the group's Aura signatures," Oath relays.

"Got it," Y/N looks at his body in just a brutal state. "Bloody hell..."

"Oh, yeah, and we're at just 7%. Good thing you got knocked out by that stalagmite," Oath informs.

"Stalactite," Incursio corrects. "Mite's on the ground, tite's on the ceiling."

"Thanks," Oath expresses his gratitude.

"If I forgo the first two permammands I should be able to use the wings to fly to the group," Y/N deduces. "The only problem is the abnormalities command. Without that, I don't know what to fix."

"The pain one shouldn't be a problem if Oath injects your body with painkillers," Incursio reminds.

"Yeah, but I don't want my senses to be dulled, that's why I used a command for that," Y/N retorts. "And seeing the fire in the distance it seems we got flung a good two to three kilometres away."

"I never realized how good a judge of distance you are," Incursio compliments.

"Thanks," Y/N nods at his sword. "My weird uncle taught me how to tell distance by smoke. I'd nearly forgotten it."

"Holy... two and a half kilometres away. you really are good, Y/N," Oath does his own calculations, being genuinely impressed by Y/N's ability to discern distance.

"My uncle was better," Y/N shrugs. "Alright, I think that was enough time to heal the minor wounds and at least close the major ones."

"You sure you're ready for all that?" Incursio asks.

"As ready as I can be given the situation," Y/N takes a deep breath before he snaps and falls to his knees in pain. "Fuck! I was not ready for that!"

Y/N's negative emotions attract a few Grimm that don't even get the chance to approach him as Y/N's wings sprout from his back and he takes off with enough force to uproot some of the trees nearby.