RWBY: Oscar the gamer

In that of broken underground, Roman was there, heavily damaged but still alive, Neo moved her hand as she put his hat back, with was the fake white fang member, as they are leaning backs as they was a tunnel, as they saw white fang members walk up.

Roman looked at them as he spoke. "What are you waiting for, help us already".

One of the fake members spoke. "Um boss, I don't thinking they are with us, they are the real white Fang".

Roman just blinked and sigehd as he spoke. "Shit".

The white fang member then discussed what too do with them, as then they head another foot step, as someone arm came as a fliker of fire blaster, as she was wearing some read as a voice spoke.

The voice was of a woman, she seemed eligent and very well raised as she spoke. "No, keep them alive we can use them".

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The next day in Beacon Academy, Oscar, Yang, Weiss and Ruby backed the bags.

Oscar just sighed. "At least the one month suspension is happening during the semester break in beacon between years".

Yang just spoke. "God's it has been a year".

Blake then spoke being the only that didn't pack, she was staying in beacon she was not the only student. "Yup, it seems so".

Oscar looked at Weiss as he spoke. "So are you going to be ok".

Weiss looked as she spoke. "Originally I was, then I told Isaac about and knows I staying my cousin place for the break, my aunt said it is ok".

Ruby looked at Oscar as she spoke. "You also going back to Mistrial right"

Oscar just looked at her as he spoke. "Yeah, back to the farm, my aunt is going to kill when she gets the news, wait she already got the news by Ozpin".

With their suspension in place, Team ROWBY had no choice but to pack their bags and leave Beacon for the month-long break. While Blake remained behind, the rest of them prepared to head to their respective homes.

Oscar stepped off the airship, carrying a simple travel bag over his shoulder. The familiar sight of green fields and rolling hills stretched before him, the scent of fresh earth and morning dew filling the air. Despite everything that had happened in Vale, this place hadn't changed.

That didn't mean trouble wasn't waiting for him.

"Oscar Pine!"

A woman's voice cut through the quiet air like a whip. Oscar winced before slowly turning to face a tall, middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and crossed arms. His aunt, Emimel Pine, was a strict but caring woman who had raised him since childhood. And judging by the look on her face, she was not happy.

Oscar rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh… hey, Aunt Emimel . Nice to see you too."

She walked right up to him, glaring. "Suspended? I get a message from your headmaster telling me you were caught in an illegal fight with criminals, and now you're home because you're suspended?"

Oscar sighed. "Look, it's… complicated."

"Oh, I bet it is." Emimel's glare softened a bit, but she still looked frustrated. "What on Remnant were you thinking? You're not a Huntsman yet! Why would you put yourself in that kind of danger?"

Oscar hesitated. He couldn't exactly explain everything—his Gamer System, his secret identity as the White Mask, or the fact that he'd fought Adam Taurus and lived to tell the tale.

"…I was helping my friends," he said simply.

Emimel sighed, rubbing her temples. "You always were stubborn." She then exhaled and shook her head. "Fine. You're home, and you're alive. But you're going to work while you're here. No lazing around."

Oscar smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Meanwhile in Atlest Weiss stepped out of the airship and was immediately met by a familiar face—her cousin, Isaac Schnee. Unlike the rest of her family, Isaac was one of the few she actually got along with. He wasn't as cold as her father or as distant as her older brother, Whitley.

"Cousin Weiss," Isaac greeted with a smirk. "Kicked out of school already? I thought you'd last longer."

Weiss rolled her eyes. "It's suspension, not expulsion. And believe me, I wouldn't be here if I had a choice."

Isaac chuckled. "Well, too late now. Welcome to the Schnee estate. Try not to start any fights while you're here."

Weiss scoffed. "No promises."

Meanwhile with Ruby and Yang they looked at Taiyang Xiao Long stood on the front porch of their house, arms crossed as Ruby and Yang approached. His expression was unreadable.

"So," Tai said slowly, "you two got suspended for fighting criminals."

Yang shrugged. "To be fair, it was bad guys."

Tai sighed. "And you didn't think to maybe avoid the fight?"

Ruby grinned sheepishly. "Well… we did think about it. And then we didn't."

Tai pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're both grounded."

Yang groaned. "We're already suspended! Isn't that punishment enough?"

Tai smirked. "Nope."

Ruby pouted. "Awww, come on, Dad!"

Tai just chuckled. "Welcome home, girls."

Meanwhile with Neo and Roman In a dark underground hideout, Roman Torchwick sat on a crate, arms crossed. His once-pristine suit was torn, and his hat had been slightly burned. Across from him, Neo leaned against the wall, watching the White Fang members whisper among themselves.

Then, the woman who had spoken before stepped forward. She was tall, elegant, and had an air of authority. She wore a red and black dress, with a fiery emblem on her sleeve. Her golden eyes practically glowed in the dim light.

"Roman Torchwick," she said smoothly. "I've heard a lot about you."

Roman sighed. "Great. Another fan. Who the hell are you supposed to be?"

The woman smiled. "You may call me… Cinder."

Roman's smirk wavered for just a second. He knew that name.

[ Insert Image Of Cinder Fall Here]

And if she was involved, things were about to get much worse. With that of Oscar, he was ready to go to him room, then he heard a drinking noise

Oscar's heart sank the moment he heard that familiar drinking sound. His eyes flicked to Emimel, who casually adjusted her sunglasses with a smirk.

"Also, I'm not the only one who got the message about your suspension, kid." She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms. "He's also here."

Oscar slowly turned his head, already dreading who "he" was.

Sitting at the dining table, with a flask lazily resting in his hand, was none other than Qrow Branwen. The infamous Huntsman, professional drunk, and—more importantly—the very person who had given him his recommendation letter to Beacon.

Qrow smirked, standing up from his seat with his usual relaxed posture. "Had an interesting year, kid?"

Oscar sighed. "You could say that."

Qrow chuckled. "Yeah, I bet. First, I hear you were involved in that big forest fire incident. Then, you start making a name for yourself at Beacon. Now you're suspended for getting caught up in a fight with criminals? Damn, Oscar, you really don't do things halfway, huh?"

Oscar groaned, rubbing his temples. "Look, I can explain—"

Qrow waved him off. "Nah, no need. Oz already told me the important stuff." He took another swig from his flask. "Honestly, I'm impressed you made it this far without getting yourself killed."

Oscar gave him a deadpan look. "Gee, thanks for the confidence boost."

Emimel, who had been quietly enjoying the exchange, finally spoke up. "So, Qrow, what's the real reason you're here? I doubt you traveled all this way just to scold my nephew."

Qrow smirked. "What? Can't an old friend drop by to visit?"

Emimel rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that crap."

Qrow chuckled. "Alright, alright. Truth is, I wanted to check on the kid myself. Ozpin's got an eye on him, and when he starts paying attention to someone, I get curious." He turned back to Oscar. "So, what's next, kid? You planning to lay low for a while, or are you gonna keep stirring up trouble?"

Oscar crossed his arms. "I didn't plan to stir up trouble in the first place. But I'm not gonna sit around and do nothing either."

Qrow grinned. "Good answer."

Emimel sighed. "Fine. But if you two start any more trouble while you're here, I will kick both your asses."

Oscar and Qrow exchanged glances before muttering in unison, "Yes, ma'am."

Emimel smirked. "Good. Now, both of you, go do something useful. I've got work to do."

As she walked off, Qrow turned to Oscar. "Wanna go a few rounds in sparring?"

Oscar smirked. "You sure you're not too drunk?"

Qrow grinned. "Kid, if I let that stop me, I wouldn't be half the Huntsman I am today."

Oscar chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, let's go."

Both Oscar and Qrow were now outside that in the open Field in the farm as Qrow pulled out his weapon, as he looked at Oscar, who then Unsheathed both Crimson's Fang and his Infernal Claymore.

Qrow looked as he spoke. "Doul welding huh, I was hoping you pick up a scythe".

Oscar smirked, twirling Crimson's Fang in his right hand while resting the Infernal Claymore on his shoulder. "Yeah, well, I figured two swords suit me better than a scythe. No offense."

Qrow chuckled, spinning Harbinger before resting it against his shoulder. "None taken. Though I am a little disappointed. I was hoping to see a new scythe wielder in action."

Oscar shrugged. "Maybe in another life."

Qrow grinned. "Alright then, let's see what you've got."

With that, he launched forward.

Oscar reacted instantly, bringing up his Infernal Claymore to block as Qrow's Harbinger came crashing down. The force of the attack sent a shockwave through the ground, but Oscar held firm, gritting his teeth as he pushed back.

Qrow smirked. "Not bad, kid."

Oscar didn't waste time responding. Instead, he pivoted, using his left sword—Crimson's Fang—to slash at Qrow's side.

Clang!

Qrow deflected it effortlessly with the flat of his blade before twisting and kicking Oscar back. Oscar skidded across the dirt, but he quickly regained his footing.

Qrow raised an eyebrow. "You've improved since I last saw you."

Oscar smirked, flames flickering across his Infernal Claymore. "You haven't seen anything yet."

With that, he activated [Infernal Dash], a burst of fire propelling him forward at high speed. He swung his Infernal Claymore, aiming for Qrow's midsection.

Qrow sidestepped at the last second, but Oscar had anticipated it. He twisted in midair, using the momentum to slash upward with Crimson's Fang.

Qrow barely managed to block, his smirk widening. "Now that was good."

The two clashed again, exchanging blows in a flurry of sparks and steel. Oscar was faster than before, his reflexes sharper, his techniques more refined.

But Qrow was still faster.

One moment, Oscar was pressing the attack. The next, Qrow had vanished, reappearing behind him.

"Too slow, kid."

WHAM!

Oscar barely had time to register the words before Qrow's fist met his gut, knocking the wind out of him. He stumbled back, gasping for air, as Qrow rested Harbinger on his shoulder.

"You're strong," Qrow admitted, "but you rely too much on your speed and power. You need to be unpredictable."

Oscar coughed. "Yeah, yeah. Got it."

Qrow smirked. "Good. Now, round two?"

Oscar grinned, despite the pain. "Bring it on."

Oscar took a deep breath, his grip tightening on his swords. His aura was still holding strong, but he could already tell—Qrow wasn't even going all out yet.

Alright, if speed and power won't be enough… let's change the approach.

Oscar activated [Shadow Step], his body flickering as he disappeared from sight.

Qrow raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

In an instant, Oscar reappeared behind him, swinging Crimson's Fang in a wide arc. Qrow barely managed to twist out of the way, but Oscar had expected that. He followed up with his Infernal Claymore, unleashing [Infernal Cleave] at point-blank range.

A wave of fire exploded outward, forcing Qrow to backflip out of range. His boots barely touched the ground before he dashed forward, slashing with Harbinger.

CLANG!

Oscar blocked, but the impact sent vibrations through his arms. Qrow grinned. "That's more like it."

Without hesitation, Oscar twisted his wrist, redirecting Harbinger to the side before lunging in with a quick stab. Qrow deflected it with ease, but Oscar suddenly let go of his Infernal Claymore mid-swing, forcing Qrow to react as he kicked the sword toward him with [Wind Boost].

Qrow tilted his head, narrowly avoiding the blade, but the momentary distraction gave Oscar an opening. He slammed his fist into Qrow's stomach, sending him skidding back.

Qrow coughed. "Damn. That actually stung."

Oscar smirked, recalling his Infernal Claymore back to his hand. "You told me to be unpredictable."

Qrow chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. You learn fast." He cracked his neck. "Alright, let's step it up a notch."

In the blink of an eye, Qrow disappeared.

Oscar's instincts screamed at him to move, but he barely had time to react as Qrow suddenly reappeared to his right, swinging Harbinger in its scythe form.

Oscar barely raised his swords in time. The force of the impact sent him flying, crashing into the dirt.

Shit… he wasn't even serious before.

Before he could fully recover, Qrow was already on him again, Harbinger spinning in his hands. Oscar activated [Fire Dash], narrowly avoiding the next strike as he flipped backward.

Qrow smirked. "Good reflexes."

Oscar didn't respond—he was already preparing his next move. His Infernal Claymore began glowing with intense heat as he activated [Infernal Overload], flames erupting from the blade.

Qrow's smirk widened. "Oh? Now this is getting fun."

With a burst of speed, Oscar lunged forward.

Their weapons clashed once more, sending sparks flying across the field.

To be continued

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