In a futuristic World where Dinosaurs still thrive, there exists seven mystical wish granting orbs called Dragon Balls.
On a cold night where the moon shines bright, four martial artists are dragged into a completely different world from their own...
Beacon Academy. The most prestigious Academy in the entire world. Many young men and women come to this Academy so that they can learn to become Huntsmen and fight for the people.
Beacon had been teaching Students and raising them to become great warriors for Generations, however they had never had any experiences what they had just seen until now.
A Young Boy had fallen from the sky and into this mysterious new world.
Goku: "Ughh...where am I...?" The Boy mumbled, clearly still rattled from the rough landing.
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Sitting on the floor was your little Brother, Son Goku. Apparently when he entered this world, he crashed straight into this Academy, meeting a few individuals who worked at the top.
???: "Well. That's a part of our wall broken." A male voice spoke in a calmer voice, looking at the large hole Goku had made in the wall.
???: "How could a mere child survive that kind of impact...?!" A female voice questioned. "I didn't even see his aura break!"
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Without a second thought, the man in the room took it upon himself to approach and speak with Goku, who was just barely starting to recompose himself.
???: "Are you okay, Young Man?" He asked in a gentle tone while leaning down to his level.
Looking up at the man, Goku responded to this odd stranger as if he was talking to a friend.
Goku: "I-I think so..." he muttered while scratching his head. "Who are you, Mister...?" He asked.
The man looked at the Woman who simply rolled her eyes and walked away, knowing his schematics all too well. Looking back at Goku, he spoke his name.
Ozpin: "My name is Ozpin. You can call me Professor Ozpin." He claimed with that same gentle tone. "May I ask what your name is?" He kindly asked.
