Game Merchant in Remnant

It was another bright, beautiful day in Vale. The sun was high, the sky clear, and a gentle breeze was blowing. Birds sang while flowers bloomed. People greeted each other warmly as they opened their shops, ready to serve for the day. Beacon Academy buzzed with activity as teachers from various departments organized their notes for the first day of classes.

Across the vast campus, students bustled about, full of energy and purpose. Indeed, it was the first day of the term. To the uninitiated, it might seem like just another high school. However, the reality was starkly different.

This was a school for hunters, humanity's primary defense against a horde of ferocious beasts bent on destruction. Understandably, everyone was preoccupied with their duties. Jaune Arc was no different, except that his day involved running for his life while Shizuo steadily advanced toward his location.

"Oh come on! This isn't fair! He's going to kill me, Professor!"

Jaune exclaimed, keeping his shield up against Shizuo's attacks, catching Professor Glynda Goodwitch's attention.

"Don't toy with your opponent, Mr. Heiwajima. And engage with Mr. Arc properly!"

The well-endowed blonde professor instructed, prompting Shizuo to raise his hands and sigh in response.

"Alright, Alright! I'll finish this quickly!"

Shizuo declared, activating the greave thrusters in Gilgamesh to swiftly close the distance to Jaune. He then extended his hand just an inch from the wannabe knight's shield, fingers poised to fold over his palm and deliver a flicking punch with an upward wrist snap. The impact sent Jaune flying, crashing into the wall and denting his shield.

Shizuo executed the "One-inch punch," a technique made famous by Bruce Lee. This martial arts strike generates tremendous force from a minimal distance, relying on full-body coordination and timing rather than sheer muscle strength, which he used to shatter any remaining pride Jaune had.

Jaune Arc was Shizuo's least favorite character; the series allowed him to escape realistic consequences. He entered initiation without any aura, and survived solely due to Pyrrha's repeated interventions.

"Jaune Arc is out of bounds. The victory goes to Shizuo Heiwajima!"

Announced Professor Goodwitch.

"That's right!"

Shizuo declared, grinning as he thrust his fist into the air.

"If Jaune is any indication of our year's strength, we're all going down when the Festival starts..."

Jaune groaned in pain, stuck unconscious in the wall, his aura barely hanging on in the red. In contrast to Shizuo's full aura, he didn't see this as a victory. It was a harsh reminder of how the plot attempted to elevate Arc to a significant role, only for him to be ejected from the ring within the first minute of the actual spar.

"I suggest you all duel me. One by one."

He proposed.

"Umm... you're joking, right?"

Inquired Russel Thrush.

"Nope, I'm dead serious."

Shizuo replied, shaking his head.

"Uh, Professor Goodwitch... Shizuo may be formidable, but it's physically impossible for him to have enough aura to face thirty aura-boosted opponents consecutively."

Weiss interjected, highlighting the sheer improbability of such a feat.

"Don't worry, Miss Schnee. If Mr. Heiwajima wishes to demonstrate his strength, as Beacon is an educational institution, we shall allow him to do so,"

Said the blonde professor, dismissing the objections with a wave of his hand.

"Just come at me. I need to see what you're all truly capable of."

Seeing the students still unconvinced, Goodwitch opted for a different approach.

"Hmm, very well. How about this? If any of you manage to knock Mr. Heiwajima down by the end of this class, you'll receive a passing grade for the first semester."

Shizuo took a slight step back, waiting. The Professor finally gestured to one of her students, chosen at random, to step forward.

A boy clad in full knight's armor, wielding a mace, ascended to the platform with a sneer.

"Don't blame me if you get hurt, ANIMAL!"

In response, Shizuo simply gestured with the universal sign for "bring it on."

Glynda Goodwitch was in disbelief at the sight before her; she knew his semblance was destructive, yet it had been less than twenty minutes since the Crucible match began, where he aimed to teach Shizuo a lesson. In that short span, over half the class had been utterly and irrevocably decimated. It was as much terrifying as it was impressive, especially since he had inflicted all the damage with his body alone, not even revealing the power he wielded during initiation.

She had perused his file and dismissed the hyperbolic rumors about Shizuo. As the sole true adult among her colleagues, she had attempted to look beyond the prevalent descriptions of him as a thug.

Glynda's surprise was palpable when she witnessed him in initiation, realizing he was barely tapping into his semblance in the matches. That's when her skepticism took root. That doubt only intensified when he faced Cardin unarmed. In under a minute, with several bones broken, her perception was dramatically altered. The first-year bully was sprawled on the ground, immobilized, wailing and gasping for air, fighting to remain conscious.

Shizuo was relentless as he booted him out of the ring, hurling a barrage of curses, then signaling the next student to step up. The next contender, Russel Thrush armed with his daggers, approached with significantly more trepidation.

What ensued was a thorough thrashing for the class, as the blonde Lion Faunus, clad in his bartender attire, confronted each armed student with nothing more than his bare hands and feet.

They launched every possible assault against him: close-range combat, gunfire, and even their Semblances. All to no avail. It wasn't that he was moving substantially faster or striking with overwhelming force.

Shizuo was simply darting about, rolling to dodge bullets, evading and deflecting any incoming weapons, or occasionally just allowing his semblance to absorb the hits.

He outclassed them with his superior skills, fighting at a level beyond their physical capabilities. He launched attacks at will, employing a variety of kicks, punches, palm strikes, and throws.

Notably, he ejected his female opponents from the ring with minimal effort, ensuring they sustained the least damage possible.

Glynda watched in disbelief. His hand-to-hand combat skills surpassed those of any instructor at Beacon, showcasing several techniques she had never contemplated.

Ruby's high-speed dashes were effortlessly dodged by Shizuo, who anticipated her moves before she executed them. Eventually, he dispatched her with a casual judo throw, leaving her lying face-up outside the ring. Blake conceded after her attempts with Gambol Shroud proved futile.

Weiss attempted to gain a tactical edge by freezing the ground, but her boyfriend glided across the ice with increased speed, courtesy of Gilgamesh's greaves, culminating in a spectacular aerial flip during which he seized her and tossed her from the ring.

Weiss, blushing from Shizuo's whisper at the culmination of the throw, landed outside the ring with a giggle, grinning broadly like a fair maiden as she rejoined the others.

Now, only three students remained undefeated: Yang Xiao Long, Pyrrha Nikos, and Ilia Amitola.

Yang, unlike the others, was visibly thrilled, eagerly anticipating the challenge against her formidable boyfriend.

"I'm up next!"

Yang declared, stepping forward.

"Sorry, P-Money. I'm about to take down my hunky boyfriend."

The other girls remained silent, intensifying their focus and meticulously observing every movement of the impending bout. Yang's skills were notably superior to those of her peers.

Shizuo decided to prepare the arena for the spar. With a loud stomp, he transferred a fraction of his power to the ring's floor. The heat emanating from the floor immediately flash-evaporated the ice covering the platform. With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the vapors, clearing the view.

Yang, true to her usual bullish nature, leaped onto the platform, whistling slightly.

"So, you ready, hot stuff?"

she said. It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to use that pun, and she wasn't about to let it slip by. From the audience, her younger sister let out a squeal of second-hand embarrassment.

Shizuo sighed at Yang's terrible puns. So far, most of the opponents he'd faced hadn't been talkative. They had been too preoccupied with trying to land a hit on him to chat. His blonde bombshell of a girlfriend was different; she was better than the rest and had a bigger mouth to boot. This was going to make the match more challenging since he was careful not to hurt her, as they were expecting his children.

"That's… quite the impressive mouth you have there, Yang. I have some ideas on how to use it after the match,"

he said, making her blush as he approached.

She grinned knowing from the start that he was like her, someone who lived in the moment and bent the rules to achieve their goals.

"Come on, Shizuo. Lighten up, will ya? A twenty-seven-win streak is a pretty good reason to smile, if you ask me. There's no shame in losing to me."

She winked.

He smirked slightly. Her one-liner game needed work, but she had a sense of humor.

"Nah, you don't count, babe."

He replied.

"And don't worry, there's no shame in losing to me either."

Yang's grin widened as she reveled in the trash talk with her lover.

RACE: Lion Faunus

NAME: Shizuo Heiwajima

Semblance: Energy Absorption

LEVEL: A Rank

Aura: A- Rank 

Vitality: A- Rank 

Endurance: A- Rank 

Strength: S- Rank 

Dexterity: A- Rank 

Perception: A- Rank 

Skill: A- Rank 

Charisma: A- Rank

Libido: A+ Rank

Virility: B Rank