IS IT WRONG TO BE IN NEW WORLD OF FLYING MACHINE NOW : PART THREE. ( ON HOLD )

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHANGE LOCATION

It is a sunny yet somewhat a cool day, the skies are clear, and the weather feels just right. A 10-year-old boy seemingly running for his life, but the truth is, he's rushing back to his home to watch his sister competing in the second Mondo Grosso.

The Brunhilde, Chifuyu Orimura was known for winning the first Mondo Grosso and thus, given the title Brunhilde. Chifuyu had extreme control over her IS, the Kurazakura, it didn't seem like she controlled her IS, but act as one with it. This was the technique that separated the legends from the greats. To be one with your IS, be partners and let each other feel each other to the fullest. Chifuyu mastered this technique and easily overpowered her way through the tournament using only a sword, and it was all she needed.

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"Ugh, my head," moaned a blonde hair, blue eyed, young man that while not impressively well built was on his way to becoming well-toned. He gazed around, realizing quickly that something was wrong; not like a little wrong, but very seriously wrong. The kind of wrong that makes you extremely paranoid and suspicious and makes you wonder what the hell is going on.

The first sign was that instead of flying through the air and ending up in a forest due to his rather stubborn idea of becoming a huntsman by going to Beacon Academy, he was somehow inside a room with white walls, tiles, and ceiling panels. The lights were also rather bright, which gave made the room he was in something he imagined to be a laboratory of some sort. The young man saw a door at the other end of the hall.

"Well Jaune, you really are a fuck up," the young man cursed at himself. "Might as well see if I can find out where the hell I am." Getting off the floor, Jaune walked towards the door, patting his side from his shield and his…wait, where was his sword? Jaune glanced down to his sheath (which was also his shield, simply folded up. Not seeing his sword not in the sheath, Jaune glanced back, seeing his sword…next to a big ass robot of some kind.

The robot was roughly twice as tall as him, and seemed to roughly be in proportion to a human, with clearly definable legs and arm, but Jaune could tell that the thick armor plating wasn't there for show. It was painted in silver and red, with yellow-maybe gold was a better term- highlights. It reminded Jaune of the massive robotic knights that one of his comics had.

"Ookay, seriously, where am I now?" Jaune asked himself. "Last thing that happened was I was being told by Ozpin that I had to come up with my own landing strategy, flying through the air, and then…then what?"

Jaune knelt down to pick his sword up, only to see a bit of blood on the floor. Hazarding a guess at how that got there, Jaune touched the back of his head, feeling his hair wet with what seemed to be his blood. It did seem to him that he had hit his head on the floor, his sword falling out of its sheath, and that explained his lack of answers, the blood, and his sword, but it didn't explain why he was in the room, nor why he couldn't feel any blood coming out. In fact, he could feel the blood on his hair had begun to harden, not coming out fresh.

"Alright, why aren't I still bleeding, head wounds don't stop bleeding on their own, at least that's what I know from TV and comics," Jaune said to himself, before face palming. "Really, now I feel stupid; TV and comics aren't the real world, why did I seriously think I could become a huntsman?"

What Jaune didn't know, because his family was staunchly against him becoming a huntsman due to his father's death when Jaune was fourteen, was that when he had hit his head onto the floor and was knocked out, his aura activated in a time of great need, allowing him to heal from his injury before he awoke. If it wasn't for his aura awakening, he wouldn't be alive at this very moment.