The cabin of the transport was bustling with activity as it prepared to begin it's flight. Some were students, beginning their journey through Beacon Academy... some were returning students, coming back from their break, others were simply airship personnel, tending to this and that and making sure they don't plummet straight into the ground.

Bah, they've learned how to do their job... unless they're totally incompetent... Whatever.

He was partway to dozing off, when he heard a loud shriek sound from nearby. Sighing, he assumed whatever it was, it wasn't worth his time. Looking around, he didn't really see anyone worth his time, at that. Sure, he was only a freshman this year, but he could easily tell over half these idiots didn't even know how to properly use their own weapons, yet.

To his left, he had a merry band of idiots wrestling with each other, and to his right, he had another merry band of what he could only assume were rich brats boasting about just how "superior" they were to everyone else here in terms of combat. From such idiotic chatter he picked out the names of a few overly acclaimed private tutors. Rolling his eyes, he merely looked back down to his scroll, quite ready for the whole trip to be over so he could just get this whole "first day" thing out of the way for his schooling.

Really, he didn't see why he needed to be schooled on combat, of all things. It felt like some sort of discreet insult, after all, he had killed the rogue huntsmen with relative ease.

Shifting in his chair, he laid his hands back behind his head and simply lounged there for awhile. The trip was long and dull, but finally they'd arrived in Patch to pick up the next set of students. For about 15 minutes, new idiots slowly trickled in, the only ones managing to catch his attention were 2 girls, a tall, blonde girl who wasn't conservative in the slightest about what she was wearing. He scoffed. And the other was a small child, from what he could guess probably not even 16 yet, wearing a red hood. Laughing to himself, he could only guess who pulled how many strings to land a child in an academy centered around fighting monsters...

"Hey,"

Oh great, the blonde one was speaking to him...

"What's so funny?"

Allowing himself a little laugh, he stood up to his full height and looked down into her lilac eyes. He was a tall, slender boy, wearing mostly black with silver chains dangling from his belt, shoulders, and around his wrists. He was taller than she was, if not as built. His eyes were Crimson, and his jet black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, held together by another set of small chains.

"Why the absurdity of all of this, really. Don't you agree?"

"How so?"

"Well," he started, "What are the chances that a bunch of idiots from all around Anima just so happen to qualify to be 'hunters'? Pathetic. Half or more of these idiots probably won't even survive freshman year."

She was taken aback by his statement, and from the looks of it, he assumed he'd insulted her...

"What the- Who are YOU to be saying anything? I bet I could beat you down right now, MR. 'high-and-mighty'!" she began, her eyes turning from lilac to red. He chuckled, it was so easy getting under peoples' skin. From a quick look of her form, he guessed she was a brawler... that assumption mainly came from the fact that he could see barrels sticking out of those bracelets she wore, but there was also the build...

"Well, if you're so insulted about myself stating that I am above you, which, by the way, is totally true..." He got a dirty look from everyone not intimidated by him in the cabin. "Then by all means, why not do something about it..."

"If you aren't Afraid." he taunted. His taunt met success as she stepped up and tried to deliver a punch to his face. An amateur at best, he presumed. with a simple step aside, he avoided a punch from a pissed off blonde chick, and quickly backhanded her across the back of her head. The blow disoriented and pissed her off, but all he really needed to put a gap between himself and her was that small moment...

"HEY! Get back here you little!-"

"An amateur. Sad, sad day. I was hoping for a fight, but it seems I'm only treated to a small scuff. A Pity, really." he said, a sly smile forming quickly on his face. He assumed she'd had enough of him, as she extended her gauntlets.

Perfect.

The blonde let loose a roar with a blast from her right gauntlet, which he easily blocked without even moving his arms from their position behind his back. She kept firing, though, and he kept blocking the blasts with casual ease. Soon enough, she had depleted her ammo, and simply let her arms rest as the smoke cleared.


'Well,' she thought, 'That ought to teach that smug asshole to watch himself!' She turned about to walk back to her sister, who was a bit shocked to see a fight this early. Yang let out a laugh.

"Hah! Look who's so 'high-and-mighty' now, huh?" She boasted, flexing. She was about to start boasting about whatever, but a small gasp from Ruby snapped her out of it...

"Hey, uhhh... Rubes? You okay there?" Yang asked, and her only response was Ruby pointing back towards her target...

'Oh come on, Rubes, you're stronger than-' Her train of thought was interrupted as she looked at the clearing dust only to see him standing, totally unscathed, with several, barely visible lines dancing in front of him...

"I don't quite believe I've introduced myself..." He started. "My name is Hakon F. Black, nephew of Marcus Black, not that I expect you to know such a name, and confirmed killer of several rogue hunters..." He introduced himself with a sly grin upon his face and and an almost chiding tone. "And the man who's about to mop the floor with you."

"I- You!- How!?. How the hell did you manage to block EVERY shot?!." She bellowed, resuming her boxer stance.

"Child's-play, really. That, and my weapon, Hunterkiller, or, HK, if you will. Now, we were fighting, ye- No. My mistake, you were trying to fight. How about it then, you still up for getting the smack down delivered to you?" he mocked. Her response was to cock back her right arm, again. She was a fool.

You were at least able to cure some of my boredom. Be happy you're actually good for something.

With a simple shift of his fingers from behind his back, HK shifted and wrapped around parts of her arms, legs, torso, and neck, and slowly started to squeeze whilst making her unable to move...

He smirked as suddenly she froze up, and all but her eyes ceased movement. Eyes wide with panic, she looked around all she could, and saw several, incredibly thin, nigh invisible, wires tracing back behind his back. Upon closer inspection, she saw hundreds, if not thousands more simply lingering in the air around him, shielding him...

"Oh? What's the matter? Frozen with fear? I'll admit, I do tend to have such an effect with people. Now... Would you like a beat down delivered to you by yours truly... or will you admit that I'm simple superior?" He laughed. Looking directly into her eyes, he relished in the panic he so clearly saw in her now lilac eyes. With a weak cough as the wires choked her, she managed to get out a few words...

"what... the hell... are... you..." She managed, before her eyes started to close. With a casual flick of a finger, he retracted the wires and allowed Yang air once again. She fell to the ground gasping for air once again, certain never to take the godly substance for granted again. In her dazed state, she barely heard his footsteps as he approached her downed form. Looking back up, she saw he was standing directly above her...

"What am 'I', you ask? Well, my Darling, I am the Hunter of Hunters, The Bird of Prey, The Hunter Killer, and the Angel of Death. All self-given, and all self-earned. You should be honored to have met such a personage as mine." Hakon stated to Yang, whilst lashing her a prideful and cocky grin. She was nowhere near as challenging as the hunters were... then again, they fell easily, too.

Everyone took a step back, unwilling to earn the ire of this monster... however, only one thought lingered in the red one's head...

THAT WEAPON IS SO COOL!


Finally, the ship touched down, and he was the first one off. Waltzing forward, he looked up to the academy. This was the so called 'Birthplace of Heroes'...

"Pathetic." He stated without any thought for those passing him by. Stepping into the middle of the courtyard, he noticed the clear spot around him specifically from the crowd from whence he came. Hands still behind his back he steadily walked to the side of the courtyard, and simply observed. It didn't take long for students to file out, leaving behind only the blonde girl and the red one, whom the former he'd earlier learned was named 'Yang'. In truth, he didn't care much, but the red one was still an unknown quantity. He was about to approach her, when suddenly Yang linked up with what he could only presume was her 'friends', and run off, spinning and dazing the red girl, who in turn fell over some Girl's luggage, who started berating her...

'Ugh. Rich People.'

The conversation took some interesting turns, with the red girl blowing a hole in the courtyard, then being berated more by the crabby girl whom he could only associate with the color white, and ending with a cat Faunas of some sort metaphorically burning the girl he now recognized as Weiss Schnee. Normally, one might assume she was human, due to the bow concealing her one trait on top her head, but he was nothing if not attentive to the smallest details. The bow had twitched, and not in the way the wind was blowing. Also the fact that he himself was a wolf Faunas helped a bit. He was about to simply drop it, since it seemed the situation had already blown over without his help, not that he wanted to escalate it or anything...

Call him cocky or arrogant if you want, but he didn't just leave a lady hanging, and seeing the crumpled look on the girl now fallen over in the courtyard's face just urged his better side to go help her out...

'Ah, well. I suppose it can't be helped.'

Walking over to the girl, he noticed a blonde guy who looked totally out of place approaching as well, but he quickly broke off, intimidated by Hakon after likely already noticing him lay the smack down in the airship. He paid the idiot no heed, and stood over the fallen girl. She looked up at him with a slight bit of worry but also a fair sum of curiosity to her credit...

"Hello, I don't believe we've technically met, mi'lady?" He said with a curt bow and an extended hand. Taking his hand, he effortlessly hefted her to her feet. She dusted herself off and looked up at him... He was taller than Yang, easily, by at least 8 inches. He was intimidating, that much was certain, she thought...

"Ah... Hi, and no, I don't believe we've technically introduced ourselves... besides you wrecking my sister on the airship... I'm Ruby!" She stated with a nervous laugh at the end.

"Ah, Ruby. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I can't quite say the same about your sister however one-sided the fight may have been. In any case, It would seem you've been abandoned by said sister and left with nary a friend to talk with. I don't believe it would be quite polite to leave you be, now would it?" He spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, ha. ha. Save me the speeches... Thanks..."

"Come. The 'welcoming committee' isn't gonna be ready for another 2 hours. I'm thinking a sunlit walk, even if I prefer a moonlit one in the dead of midnight. How about you?" he said flashing his cocky grin to Ruby. She laughed and followed him.


"So... Your weapon has an... Interesting name... Why'd you give it that?" Ruby asked, nervousness gone from her person, contrary to before...

"Ah, yes... I named it such because my first kill was not actually Grimm." Hakon stated, a prideful tone to his voice...

"Huh? Then what was it? Can't think of much other than Grimm that would be a huntsman-in-training's first kill..."

"The Name. What is it?"

"Uhhhh... Hunterkiller? What does tha- oh..." Ruby's tone suddenly turned downward, looking a bit meek to him...

"Yes. A rogue huntsman, several, in fact. A whole team of renegades. They tried to take my life and loot my stuff. I unleashed my weapon upon them. They died like dogs." He responded in a jovial tone...

"So you know my weapon, and it's history. What about yours?"

"Oh, Mine?" Ruby asked, slightly taken back. She reached back and unclipped Crescent Rose from it's holster...

"It's a high caliber sniper scythe! Loading .50 caliber refined dust rounds, she packs a punch!" Ruby stated joyfully...

"I may have went a bit overkill on it... heheh..."

The scythe followed much the same scheme in color as she did... so red. He couldn't quite assume it's usefulness in combat as he'd yet to see it, but he doubted it could surpass his own. Looking back down at her, he came to the conclusion that she must be about 15 or so... She must be a sort of prodigy to get into this academy two years early... then again, he could probably pull it off as well.

Now he knew a total of 3 individuals here. Yang, Ruby, and that Weiss girl, the heiress to the SDC.

'Well then, looks like this is going to be far less challenging than I'd hoped.'