So animal people exist I guess.
I know they're actually called Faunus but still. And there's a bunch of demonic looking creatures that are called the Grimm I guess. Not demonic in origin, or at least not the demonic I'm familiar with. No trace of imaginary numbers or whatever they were called. Did I mention I was only a second generation magus?
Moving on, Mystery is a bit more potent here. Not as thick as the Age of Gods, or even the Age of Fairies, but enough to probably boost my magecraft to unimaginable heights. There didn't seem to be many magi around either. Or there weren't any magi in this world and I was the only one who could use prana here.
Which leads to my next problem. Any half decent magus would easily thrive in a world like this, maybe even becoming powerful or knowledgeable enough to access the Root, with enough time and effort (aka 15 generations and the gdp of Germany) of course.
But I was a third rate magus. This was like giving me a nuclear bomb with a comically obvious dynamite fuse on the end. Sure, I'll be able to absolutely obliterate my enemies with a simple Gandr or whatever, but I would probably be caught up in the shockwave and die as well. Not ideal.
Good news is that the Kaleidoscope filled gems are here with me, and don't seem to be depleted in any way, so if I was really desperate, I could just try and use them again. Definitely a last resort though.
Ugh, I gotta stop info dumping here, but the locals are referring to the crystals of "Elemental" (in brackets because I'm 99% certain gravity isn't an element) prana as Dust, which is kinda fitting. Diluted and weak as hell, in this age of course.
And about that part above stating that there wasn't any magi in this world? Imma take that back. There's a drunk dude in a nearby bar who can't contain his prana for shit. Said something about "Oz" and "Black Queen", assuming those are some fellow magi of his, so at least 3 magi exist in this world. Doesn't seem like this Oz and Queen aren't on good terms, with the drunk apparently on Oz's side.
The hell is that alarm?
…
What the hell is a Hunter?
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"A Grimm attack? Are you shitting me!"
I yelp as I curse my semblance for jinxing what should have been a simple scouting assignment for a burst of Magic in a rural Mistralian village.
"Oum dammit!" But as usual, my semblance acted up and now there's a horde of Grimm about to breach the measly barrier holding it back from a bunch of squishy civilians. "Run to the shelter, quick! Move it!"
A burst of sharp feathers locked onto me, just barely missing my Aura, but not sparing my flask. Fucking…
I grumbled as I immediately switched my weapon into its ranged form, punching holes into those blasted Nevermore's wings.
"THE GATE HAS BEEN BREACHED! I REPEAT, THE GATE HAS BEEN BREACHED!" Are you fucking serious!?
Sure enough, they were. Not only was there an Alpha Ursa and Alpha Boarbatusk, but there was also a herd of Goliaths led by an Alph. No fucking wonder the gate fell so easily.
Calculations ran through my mind. If things stayed the way they were, around 3/4s of these people would perish- Was that a kid just walking up to the horde?
Of fucking course there's a suicidal brat thinking he could take on that horde by himself- THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT!?
ONE MOMENT THE KID WAS ABOUT TO GET HIS FACE MAULED OFF AND THE NEXT THERE IS A FUCKING GORGE!
Screw this. I'm drinking so fucking much after this… Ozpin would probably want me to recruit this brat, wouldn't he… Well, couldn't hurt to try. He's kinda scrawny though.
"Hey kid, do you want to be a Hunter!?"
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"… I think I dislocated my arm." Well, a Gandr at the lowest level possible turns out to be a Finn Shot backed up with all of the Prana the Barthomeloi family could spare.
I need to train my prana control again, don't I?
"Hey kid, do you want to be a Hunter?" … Is the drunkard calling out to me- That's a cool ass scythe. Oh shit, I just used magecraft in a village filled with non-magi. Wait, this is a different world right? There won't be any consequences, right?
… Not risking it. I'm getting the fuck out of here. That drunkard could probably take on the rest of the Grimm horde by himself.
Just gotta alter his perspective to not notice me for a bit…
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D-Did the kid just fucking ghost me? I gape as he suddenly vanishes from view. The kid has two semblances- No, he probably has an ally that has a cloaking or a teleportation semblance. Man, that's kind of annoying. At least I'm like 90% certain he isn't an agent of HER, they don't go around fighting Grimm. Still can't believe that kid just left me with the rest of the horde. I suppose horde is a bit generous now, more like stragglers who weren't suddenly vaporised.
… I need a drink after this, I sigh, automatically reaching for my now broken flask of alcohol… Man, I need get a new flask…