So if you watched the final episode of volume four, you were probably a little surprised by the revelation made at the end that immediately sets up the next volume in a big way. Now I have a number of ideas where this idea can go and I thought I’d run with it since I’m actually in the mood to express my thoughts on my blog rather than keeping it to myself.
The rest will be under a read more since many people haven’t seen the final episode and I’d rather not be that guy.
If there was one thing that Weiss disliked about Mistral it was the heat. She was by no means used to it yet, Even if she had been tracking from town to town along her path to the Mistral’s main city. A place where she could hopefully lay low until she figured out what she could do next. But still…..The walking was taking it out of her, Having to always be on guard outside of towns and keep to herself. It had been stressful to say the least.
But her trip was almost to a end. Less then a days walk from the main city, So there was at least some eagerness to her steep as she walked along the dirt path that was slowly becoming more and more clean. Something her sore feet where ever grateful for.
Bruno had been traveling through villages to villages until finally, he made it to Mistral.
“Ah! The big city,” he said aloud to himself as he walked through the city entrance. ‘The city of fashion, theater, and architecture,’ he thought, ‘Mainly fashion! Alright first thing first, make it past the underbelly of Mistral and get to the elite at the tops of the cliffs.’ He thought with a determined look on his face as he trecked past possibly the sketchiest bar he has ever seen in his life.
The well-dressed man, though dressed strangely for this reagon of Remnant, was so distracted by that bar he almost bumped into someone coming from it.
“Oh excuse me,” he said trying to keep his head down and out of trouble.
Beneath the glow of Remnant’s shattered moon, a cold mist stirred through the night in the city of Mistral’s edge. Few walked these streets anymore, not after the attack many years ago, but those who did knew their business well and their weapons better.
Standing under the soft glow of a tavern lantern, a hooded figure checked their scroll, sapphire eyes peering from behind a patterned mask. A few thumb presses, and an image was displayed - one of a girl with fiery eyes and golden hair. The text beneath read thus:
Send proof upon completion. Payment is 500,000L.
A misty breath formed from beneath the wooden visage, eyes closing as she folded the scroll and placed it back into her pocket. Her hand reached up to remove the mask, revealing dark flowing hair and a confident visage. It had been a few months since she’d had a challenge.
“Yang Xiao Long… I wondered how long it’d be before you crawled onto the list.”
The Golden Dragon, monster of the vytal festival. She’d certainly been making a name for herself these last few years, or had at least made enough waves for someone to be angry enough to want her dead. How unfortunate.
“Well, as is always the case, a light that shines too brightly…” Returning the mask to its place, she started to pace away from the tavern, heading down towards the nearby open parking field at the bottom of the street, with the sounds of a motorbike engine had come to a halt.
“… will eventually be snuffed out.”
Disappearing into the shadows of the nearby buildings, she watched, and waited.
This fan animation, is GOD. I don’t care what you say or that it’s just a fan animation and not officcial(yet). I DON’T CARE. I’M NOW GOING TO WORSHIP THIS, AND THE PERSON WHO MADE IT. THIS IS TOO AWESOME AND I’M CRYING TEARS OF HAPPINESS AS I WATCH IT. ANYTHING YOU MAY SAY IS NO LONGER RELEVANT. BRB I WILL NOW GO SPEND SOME QUALITY TIME IN BLISSFUL FANGIRL DREAMLAND. PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP. ♥
Everyone at Beacon had been talking about it. Hell, every kid in any of the top four high schools heard about it. Beacon and Haven had been hit particularly hard. Pyrrha Nikos, Beacon’s all-star track athlete had been in a horrible wreck. The girl was originally from Mistral, so the city was wracked with grief.
Neptune Vasilias was from Haven. He was on the school’s competitive swim team. He was basically a fish, his second home was in water. He and a friend were on their way to see the track star. This friend, Sun Wukong, was a track athlete as well. And the boy was Neptune’s reason for even knowing Pyrrha. The blue-haired swimmer was a bit of a flirt, and Sun took him along so he could work his charms on some of the girls from the other schools. Neptune met Pyrrha at one of these track meets. The boy had a certain affinity for strong woman, and Pyrrha was overall amazing. Neptune developed feelings for the female. After Sun gave him a push, the blue-haired boy talked to her. They became friends, and when he heard the redhead had been in an accident, he knew he had to see her.
Sun had been the one to tell him about it. She was hit by a drunk driver, or that’s how Neptune understood it. He had learned recently that she was awake now and visitors could see her. That’s where Sun and Neptune were now just arriving. They entered the hospital and, after a quick talk with the woman behind the desk, found the room the girl was in. Neptune, with a bouquet of flowers he picked up on the way, opened up the door and looked around.
There were flowers lining one wall, stacked high to the ceiling. The blue-haired boy’s own bouquet of gardenias felt meager in comparison. He looked to the bed, finding Pyrrha lying on the bed, looking tired. Neptune put on a small smile as he saw her. “Hey, Pyrrha,” he greeted.