It's been three days since I awoke in this strange new world. Since then, I've discovered several strange things. For the first one, the moon was shattered similar to the Elden Rings. Second, I've discovered that the black beasts are called Grimm. That leads me into the third thing, I've come across a shanty town by the coast. Where the occupants speak the same as I do.
It's been two days since I've been staying at the shanty town as what they call a 'Traveling Huntsmen', apparently an occupation in this world where they hunt the Grimm. I haven't bothered to correct their notion since it was better for me in the long run. However, the occupants have been letting me use an abandoned shed for housing as long as I help out around the town.
Between helping the town and hunting Grimm, I've come to realize that this peaceful life was something I've needed. My mind hasn't been this calm since, well, I can't remember. I've also helped develop the town's militia to help keep them safe when I wasn't around. Thanks to the times at the Roundtable Hold, with Master Hewg teaching me, I taught them how to craft decent wooden shields and wooden barricades. All that was left was weapons.
As I was thinking about what I should teach them to use, a voice called out to me.
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"Mr. Wolf!" A childish name, but one I've taken to being called. "It's a pleasure to see you this fine morning! How's the training of the Militia going?" The voice belonged to the town's mayor.
"It's going well, Sir Hawthorn," I greeted in return, "Though, I've been thinking how to arm the militia and what to train them with. Between spears and swords, which do you think would be easier?"
"Spears," Hawthorn spoke after a thought, "It will take a lifetime to master the sword, but only a few weeks to master the spear. Then there is the cost, a spear is far cheaper to make than a sword."
"I understand, spears it is," I thought aloud. "Now then, what do you need of me? You hardly ever come to me yourself."
"Simply put, I need a person at the docks to act as a guard," He told me. "We have a ship appearing soon and it's bearing the new White Fang flag."
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Ah, I could see what he was getting out without saying. He wanted to make sure that none of them would act out of line since the new head took over the White Fang. A Sienna Khan, if memory serves correctly. I nodded and agreed.
Hawthorn then walked off, leaving me to my vices. I then took off towards the docks when the ship bearing the White Fang flag arrived at the port. My shield rested on my back while my bastard sword hung on my waist. I stood waiting for the ship to dock and the Captain to appear and ask to see Sir Hawthorn.
What happened next threw me, quite literally.
The ship, a cleaver diversion, exploded in a ball of fire. Throwing me back quiet the distance. As I recovered, from the forest, a mass amount of White Fang members came sprinting from the brush. Since the ship exploded, I knew that this was an attack by the White Fang.
I quickly took a swig from my [Flask of Crimson Tears], healing any damage I sustained from the explosion. Once I felt the healing property of the flask work its magic, I rushed into the front lines as I quickly equipped the [Shabriri's Woe] talisman. Using its ability to attract the attention of the attackers.
Quickly I found myself in the brunt of the fight, my bastard sword carving clean through the attackers with little resistance. The residents of the town saw that this wasn't their fight and barricaded themself safely inside the town hall. I didn't blame them. I had just started to teach them how to deal with this kind of thing. So they weren't ready, far from it really.
I waded my way through the bodies that seemed to just keep coming. Soon though, the tide stemmed and they started to back off. Finally, the leader of this attack came stomping out of the tree line.
It was a tall teen with a lean built and auburn hair that spikes backward in a windswept way. While most of his hair was red, he had streaks of brown. A noticeable trait of his appearance was the mask he wore, which obscured his entire upper face above his nose. He also had two reddish-black horns upon his head. A Faunus.
Now it wasn't the first time I met one of these Faunus, as the town had several families of Faunus; however, this one was different. He radiated a sense of blood lust. A bit, a minor one as far as I was concerned.
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"YOU!" He shouted at me, "You worthless Human! I will avenge my brothers and sisters for your crimes!" He shouted as he readied his sword, a katana.
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I, not caring, just charged at him and swung at his neck. The Faunus smirked and parried the attack before stabbing at me with his blood red katana. Not knowing about how the magic in this world worked, I believed it to be like the [Rivers of Blood] katana I had. So with out letting it touch me, I spun, dodging the blade before bringing down my sword upon his shoulder.
As soon as the blade struck his shoulder, it felt like I just hit armor dead on. The force of the blow forced the teen to his knee, but no blood was spilled. With a slash from the teen, I jumped back to reassess the teen in front of me.
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'What was that?' I thought as I grabbed me shield off my back and began to guard with it. 'Some sort of invisible armor? It felt like I hit something hard as steel but soft as leather. Some type of sorcery maybe? Ask about it later, for now, focus on the fight.' I mentally scorned myself.