Another RWBY story

Chapter 1

~Chapter 1: A Beacon of Talent~

Bullheads are vehicles used to carry personnel among others, in the world of Remnant. Inside, several people from different backgrounds were present, carrying an assortment of weapons tailor-made to its user.

From traditional swords and axes to weapons from the culture of specific kingdoms, each adorned by their colorfully dressed users.

Among them sat Pyrrha Nikos, who sat pristinely in her seat, looking out the window with her baggage close to her feet.

Onlooker #1: *whispers* "Is that Pyrrha Nikos?"

Onlooker #2: *whispers* "The Invincible Girl? No way!"

A sigh left Pyrrha's lips, being used to her recognition as a champion in her hometown of Argus, she had accepted that her reputation had spread throughout Remnant as one of, if not the prominent fighter among her peers.

Yet despite her monocher, she always recalls one person who sees her as anything but her title. A memory that was recalled as soon as her eyes landed in her luggage.

It was during the year before she'd compete in Mistral's fighting tournament. In her home, a young Y/n was thrown to the ground by one of Pyrrha's attacks.

Y/n (young): *groans* "Oww..."

Pyrrha (young): "Oh...sorry!"

Despite the pain and soreness in his body, Y/n begrudgingly pushes himself up before assuming a sluggish version of his fighting stance.

Y/n (young): "Again..."

Pyrrha (young): "Perhaps it's better if we should take a break?"

Y/n (young): "No. I almost got it, I swear"

Pyrrha (young): "Okay...if you say so. Ready?"

Sharing a nod, the two charged at one another. Pyrrha opens with a thrust of her spear, Y/n counters by redirecting the spear with his lead hand before grabbing it by the neck with his non-dominant hand, locking it in place.

This left Pyrrha to block Y/n's counterpunch with her shield, leaving her blind to a kick directly to her oblique, taking her down to her knee.

Y/n then jumped up and kicked her weapons off her hands before placing his hand as close to her chest as possible and unleashing a one-inch punch, causing the wind in her chest to be knocked slightly as she was pushed back a few steps back.

Y/n (young): "Yes!"

Seeing Y/n being preoccupied by his cheer, Pyrrha quickly went down and swept Y/n's legs, knocking him down before summoning her spear and placing the blade close to his neck.

Pyrrha (young): "You forgot. A battle is only won when your opponent is defeated"

Y/n (young): "I don't care. I finally did the move I wanted to do"

Seeing Y/n's giddiness, Pyrrha puts away her weapon and steps back as Y/n sits upright.

Pyrrha (young): "You mean the move you've been practicing all morning? Are you sure that was sufficient?"

Y/n (young): "Trust me, Pyrrha. With enough force behind that bad boy, I could beat my enemies with one strike!"

Y/n pumped his fist with enthusiasm.

Y/n (young): "Who knows, maybe when we meet in the competition I'll do that same move and beat you with it"

Pyrrha (young): "I guess I'll look forward to it"