The Return of the Ancient( Warhammer X Rwby)

Chapter 4: To Mistral

Author's note: hello everyone, this note here is VERY important and it will answer a lot of questions that might pop up. While the basics of Rwby worldbuilding will remain in play( Grimm, Maidens, Aura, ect), the many flaws of it are being repaired to something more consistent and tone appropriate to a world under constant threat by literal demons. Another aspect is characters, by that later volumes retroactively ruined the character' actions and motivations( Blake Belladonna is the biggest example), thus while core characteristics of the main cast of Rwby will remain, some differences might become apparent.( again, Blake in particular)

Rylanor held the blade with ease as he weighted. It was balanced enough for his standards and looked sharp enough to be a Charnabal blade, yet it needed to be put to the test.

"That be one o' the biggest blades I ever seen in me life, innit?" Chris muttered under his breath as he carefully placed the recently forged Ōdachi beside him. This particular blade was of a more modest size, measuring 103 cm in length (equivalent to 40.94 inches), whereas the one held by Rylanor was a formidable 150 cm long (or 59 inches). Both the Astartes and the blacksmith found themselves on the outskirts of Nagoya, with rice paddies sprawling behind them and the treeline in front. It was only fitting that Chris held the diminutive blade for rather obvious reasons.

"A Terranic greatsword renders this blade rather small, but let us see if my smithing skills remains true." Rylanor remarked. The blade was crafted from superior steel, its surface almost gleaming as the sunlight caught it, featuring a single edge and a squared handguard over the grip. This weapon was designed for use with both hands; however, Rylanor's big hand and considerable strength permitted him to wield it with just one. He found himself quite taken with Chris's design of these blades and of this land—particularly as the Ōdachi was conceived to confront the more heavily armoured Grimm. It did strike him as surprising that such blades had fallen out of favour, given the pervasive threat posed by the Grimm across the world. The sole alteration Rylanor deemed necessary was to refine the edge of the blade.

With the blade raised high, Rylanor delivered a singular, swift stroke that felled the tree. The blade sliced through the wood with effortless grace, much like a hot knife through butter, as splinters scattered everywhere, and the tree collapsed with a thunderous crash. Chris gazed on in astonishment. This must be one of the sharpest and most distinguished blades of Mistral! Quite possibly the finest of all in Anima!

"Rylanor, this blade must be one o' the-" With a sense of amazement apparent in Chris's voice, he advanced towards Rylanor's side, while holding the smaller Ōdachi. In a sudden and decisive motion, Rylanor's blade was thrust into the ground directly before him and let out an angry sigh.

"What a terrible blade, scarcely worthy of the being called Charnabal," Rylanor opined, his voice laced with ire and a touch of melancholy regarding the decline of his abilities. "It shall be years before I can craft such a proper blade at this pace, unless I procure access to a suitable forge..." Yet, Chris gazed incredulously at Rylanor. What in blazes was he on about?!

"I'm sorry, what the bloomin' heck?! That blade chopped through a ruddy tree like it was nuffink! Stop givin' yourself a hard time, mate." Chris spoke, a bit angry at what he thought was Rylanor being too hard on himself, Rylanor spun on his heel and turned to look at Chris, while effortlessly lifted the formidable Ōdachi from the earth, giving it a vigorous shake to dislodge the dirt. A look of bewilderment crossed his face as he raised an eyebrow, which soon transformed into a hint of amusement.

"Chris, my friend, the sole reason this blade was able to do such a feat is due to my strength," Rylanor spoke, casting a glance at his muscular arm as he adjusted his stance. "A true Charnabal blade ought not to necessitate brute force to achieve a cut. A precisely aimed strike wielded by a Charnabal weapon should be capable of slicing through nearly anything." Yet, despite Rylanor's explanation, Chris's expression remained resolutely unchanged.