Oscar looked at his team. "So… um…"
Fiona tilted her head. "What's the plan, leader?"
Oscar shrugged. "Don't know."
Ciel blinked. "You have nothing planned?"
Oscar sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just found out about this team yesterday."
He stood up and pointed toward Team RWBY across the training field.
"For the last year, I was with them."
Fiona followed his gaze, ears twitching. "Yeah… we noticed."
In the distance, Yang was already shouting something, Ruby was waving like she hadn't seen him in years, and Weiss looked like she was judging the entire situation.
Ciel crossed her arms. "So your strategy is what? Improvisation?"
Oscar smirked a little. "Pretty much."
He looked back at them.
"But first, I need to see what you can do."
Fiona looked at Him. "So, what's your idea?"
Oscar pulled out Crimson Fang. "You all Vs Me".
Fiona blinked. "...Wait, what?"
Ciel's eyes narrowed slightly. "You intend to fight all three of us at once?"
Penny tilted her head, analyzing. "Statistically, that seems inefficient for you, Oscar."
Oscar just rolled his shoulder and pulled out Crimson Fang, the blade gleaming faintly. "It's the fastest way to see what you can do."
Fiona scratched her cheek. "Or the fastest way to get yourself jumped."
Oscar smirked. "That's the idea."
Ciel stepped forward, already adjusting her stance with clean, precise movements. "Very well. If this is a test, we will not hold back."
Penny raised her hands, her eyes glowing faintly. "I will calibrate my output to non-lethal levels."
Fiona sighed, but a small grin formed. "Well… guess we're doing this."
Oscar planted his sword on his shoulder, relaxed—too relaxed.
"Good. Then come at me like you mean it."
There was a brief pause—
Then Fiona moved first.
Fiona dashed forward, fast and low, her movements light but sharp. Her hand shot out, aiming to grab Oscar's arm and throw him off balance.
Oscar didn't move until the last second.
He stepped aside.
Clean. Simple.
Fiona missed and slid past him. "—Fast!"
Ciel was already moving. She closed the distance with precise footwork, her blade cutting straight for his shoulder. No wasted motion. No hesitation.
Oscar raised Crimson Fang and blocked.
Clang!
He felt it immediately. 'Clean form… disciplined.'
Ciel pushed forward, testing his guard. "You're analyzing."
Oscar smirked. "That obvious?"
A beam of light shot past his head.
Penny.
Oscar leaned back just enough to avoid it, the beam grazing a strand of his hair.
"Apologies!" Penny called out cheerfully. "Adjusting trajectory!"
Fiona came back in from behind. This time she didn't go for a grab—she swept his legs.
Oscar jumped.
Mid-air—
Ciel's blade was already there.
Oscar twisted his body and barely blocked again, landing a few steps back.
He exhaled slowly. "Good. You're actually working together."
Fiona grinned. "We're not complete rookies, you know."
Penny stepped forward, hands glowing brighter. "Shall we increase pressure?"
Ciel nodded once. "Agreed."
Oscar rolled his neck. "Yeah… do that."
They moved at the same time.
Fiona rushed him head-on.
Ciel angled from the side.
Penny fired from range.
Oscar's eyes sharpened.
'Now this… is more like it.'
Oscar's eyes sharpened.
"Infernal Dash."
He vanished.
A burst of heat and wind cut through the space between them—then he was behind them.
Fiona skidded to a stop. "What—?!"
Ciel turned instantly, blade already coming up. "Behind—!"
Penny reacted a second later. Her eyes glowed as her floating blades shot out, forming around her in a defensive ring before launching forward. "Target reacquired!"
The blades rushed Oscar from multiple angles.
Oscar didn't dodge.
He stepped in.
Fast. Controlled.
His swords moved—redirecting, deflecting, guiding the blades instead of stopping them.
Clang—clang—clang—
Each strike shifted their path.
Then he turned his body, twisting with the motion—
Ding!
[Sword Technique: Flowing Dance: (The sword is covered with water energy as host moves and bends their body like a dancer while attacking with their sword in one fluid motion)]
Water-like energy wrapped around his blade.
His movements changed.
Smoother.
Lighter.
Like he wasn't fighting—he was flowing.
He stepped through Penny's attack, redirecting her own blades back toward her formation, forcing her to pull them away.
Fiona rushed in again, trying to capitalize.
Oscar didn't stop moving.
He bent with her strike, sidestepped, and tapped her shoulder with the flat of his blade as he passed.
"Too direct."
Fiona froze for half a second. "Hey—!"
Ciel came in next—clean, precise, aiming for an opening in his movement.
Oscar turned, their blades meeting—
But instead of a clash, his sword slid along hers, guiding it away.
Then he stepped inside her guard.
Tap.
Her shoulder.
"Too rigid."
Ciel's eyes widened slightly.
Oscar moved again, the water energy fading as he stopped a few steps away from all three of them.
He lowered his swords.
"Good teamwork," he said calmly. "But you rely too much on your roles."
Fiona crossed her arms. "Meaning?"
Oscar pointed at them one by one.
"You rush."
"You calculate."
"You support."
He shrugged. "It's predictable."
Penny tilted her head. "Then what is the optimal adjustment?"
Oscar smirked.
"Stop fighting like a team… and start fighting like a unit."
Ciel narrowed her eyes. "Explain."
Oscar raised his sword again.
"Simple."
He took a stance.
"Try again."
After a while, the three girls were panting.
Fiona had her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. "Okay… yeah… this is unfair."
Ciel was on one knee, her grip still firm on her weapon, but her breathing uneven.
'The reports didn't lie… he really is Beacon's strongest student.'
Fiona glanced at Oscar, a grin forming despite her exhaustion.
'…So this is my leader.'
Penny stood straight, perfectly fine—but she mimicked a small breath to blend in.
'He is very strong.'
Her eyes flickered slightly.
Scanning.
Oscar stood a few steps away, barely winded, resting Crimson Fang on his shoulder.
Then—
Ding!
[Warning: External Scan Detected]
Oscar's expression didn't change.
'…Of course it's Penny.'
Penny tilted her head, her eyes glowing faintly as she focused on him. "Oscar… your energy readings are highly irregular. They fluctuate beyond normal Aura parameters."
Fiona blinked. "Wait, what?"
Ciel immediately stood up, sharp again despite her exhaustion. "Explain."
Oscar sighed softly.
'That didn't take long.'
Nyx's voice echoed lazily from his shadow. 'Told you the storm would come early.'
Oscar ignored her.
He looked at Penny, then at the others.
"…You're overthinking it," he said calmly. "I just have a lot of skills."
Ciel narrowed her eyes. "That is not a real explanation."
Fiona crossed her arms. "Yeah, 'a lot of skills' doesn't let you toy with three people at once."
Penny took a small step closer. "Your data does not match standard growth patterns. It is… unique."
Oscar smiled slightly.
"Yeah," he said. "I get that a lot."
There was a pause.
Tension.
Then he clapped his hands once.
"Break's over," he said casually. "Again."
Fiona groaned immediately. "You're evil."
Ciel exhaled, straightening up. "We are not finished with this discussion."
Oscar smirked. "Good. Means you're thinking."
Penny's eyes dimmed slightly, but she was still watching him.
Closely.
Very closely.
'…Suspicious,' she noted internally.
Oscar looked at his team. "Ok, enough let's return to training".
After training was over Oscar looked at the group.
Oscar wiped a bit of sweat from his neck and looked at the three of them.
"So," he said calmly. "Now I know where all of you need to improve."
Fiona stared at him, still trying to process everything. "You could've just asked!"
Oscar shrugged. "And you would've told me what you think you can do."
He pointed at her. "Not what you actually do in a fight."
Fiona opened her mouth—then paused. "…Okay, fair."
Ciel crossed her arms, her posture straight again despite the earlier exhaustion. "Then speak. What are our flaws?"
Oscar nodded.
"Fiona," he said, looking at her. "You're fast. Good instincts. But you commit too early."
Fiona frowned. "Meaning?"
"You decide your move before you see mine," Oscar replied. "So if I change, you're already stuck."
Fiona scratched her cheek. "…Yeah, that tracks."
Oscar turned to Ciel.
"You're the opposite. Too controlled."
Ciel's eyes narrowed slightly. "Discipline is not a weakness."
"It is when it slows you down," Oscar said. "You wait for the perfect move. In a real fight, that moment doesn't exist."
Ciel didn't reply, but her grip tightened slightly.
Oscar then looked at Penny.
"You rely too much on your systems."
Penny blinked. "My systems are optimal."
Oscar nodded. "Yeah. But when something unexpected happens…"
He tapped his head.
"You hesitate for a fraction of a second while you process it."
Penny went still. "…Processing delay of 0.32 seconds."
Fiona whistled. "He actually got that right?"
Oscar smirked a little.
"Didn't need numbers to see it."
There was a short silence.
Then Oscar rested Crimson Fang on his shoulder again.
"But overall…" he added, "you're good."
Fiona blinked. "That's it? After beating us like that?"
Oscar shrugged. "If you were bad, that fight wouldn't have lasted that long."
Ciel exhaled slowly. "…Then what is the next step?"
Oscar turned slightly, glancing toward Team RWBY in the distance.
Then back at them.
"Fix those habits," he said. "Then we train again."
Fiona groaned. "You really don't believe in rest, do you?"
Oscar started walking away.
"I do," he said. "After you earn it."
Fiona dropped to the ground. "I hate this guy."
Penny smiled. "I find him very efficient."
Ciel watched Oscar quietly as he walked off.
'…This will be interesting.'
Later that night, everything had quieted down.
Oscar and Blake stood on the rooftop, the city lights of Beacon stretching out beneath them.
In Oscar's hand was the Broken Grimm Mask.
Blake looked at it, her ears twitching slightly. "Your Grimm–human hybrid transformation…"
Oscar glanced at his system. "Semi-complete."
Blake crossed her arms. "So how do you finish it?"
Oscar shrugged. "Could be anything. A special item… a higher level…"
He turned the mask in his hand, the cracks catching the light.
"…or something worse."
Blake's eyes narrowed. "Worse?"
Oscar didn't answer right away.
'Grimm don't just grow… they evolve through destruction…'
Nyx's voice echoed softly from his shadow. 'Or through instinct.'
Oscar exhaled slowly. "Every time I use it, I feel it pushing back."
Blake went still. "Pushing… how?"
He tapped the side of his head.
"Like it wants more control."
There was a pause.
The wind picked up slightly around them.
Blake stepped closer. "Then don't rush it."
Oscar chuckled lightly. "You say that like I plan to."
Blake gave him a look.
Oscar raised a hand. "Okay, fair."
She looked back at the mask. "…If it's incomplete, forcing it might make it unstable."
Oscar nodded. "Yeah. Last thing I need is turning into some mindless Grimm."
Nyx purred from the shadows. 'You'd make a decent one.'
Oscar deadpanned. 'Not helping.'
Blake sighed, then leaned against the railing. "Still… it could be useful."
Oscar looked at the mask again.
Power.
Risk.
Unknown.
He closed his hand around it and stored it back in his inventory.
"…I'll figure it out," he said.
Blake glanced at him. "You always do."
Oscar smirked slightly. "Kinda have to."
There was a comfortable silence after that.
Then—
From below, a loud voice echoed.
"OSCAAAAR! YOU PROMISED DINNER!"
Oscar froze.
Blake didn't even try to hide her smile. "Your other team."
Oscar sighed. "Yeah… my other problem."
Blake pushed off the railing. "Come on, leader."
Oscar groaned as he started walking. "I'm starting to regret teaching them how to rely on me."
Blake smirked. "Too late now."
To be continued
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