RWBY: Oscar the gamer

The sound of the train rolling over the tracks filled the air as Oscar gazed out the window. The scenery outside was a blur of green fields and distant mountains as they made their way toward Argus, a fortified city known for its strong military presence and advanced technology.

Qrow sat across from him, casually sipping from his flask while pretending not to notice Oscar's occasional glances toward it. The older huntsman smirked. "Kid's still too polite to ask what's in it."

"So, Argus..." Oscar started, turning back to Qrow. "You said there's a weaponsmith there. What's so special about him?"

Qrow leaned back, arms behind his head. "Well, first off, he's not just any weaponsmith. He's a retired Huntsman—one of the best in the game before he decided to settle down and make weapons instead. And the guy knows how to work with all sorts of materials, even the rare stuff you won't find anywhere else."

Oscar nodded, intrigued. "Sounds like the kind of person who could help with my Artificer Class."

Qrow raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, about that... You keep talking about this 'system' of yours, and I won't lie, kid—it sounds useful. But have you actually figured out what its limits are?"

Oscar frowned, considering the question. "Not exactly... I know it lets me level up skills, gain new ones, and even fuse weapons—but there's still a lot I don't understand. Like, where does the energy come from? How does it determine what skills I can get?"

Qrow hummed in thought before taking another sip. "Well, if this smith is as good as I remember, he might be able to help you push those limits." He then grinned. "Or at the very least, teach you how to not blow yourself up when messing with Dust crystals."

Oscar groaned. "That was one time!"

Qrow chuckled, enjoying teasing his student. "One time so far."

A Few Hours Later – Arriving in Argus

The train pulled into the Argus station, a grand structure made of reinforced steel with military personnel stationed throughout. As Oscar stepped out, the crisp ocean breeze hit him—Argus was a port city, after all.

"Alright, kid," Qrow said, motioning for him to follow. "Let's get going. The smith's place isn't far."

As they walked through the busy streets, Oscar couldn't help but marvel at the city's architecture. Unlike Vale, which had a more urban feel, Argus combined traditional Mistralian design with modern advancements. The result was a city that felt both ancient and futuristic at the same time.

"Stay alert," Qrow warned. "Argus is a safe place, but it's also a hotspot for politics—and with politics comes trouble."

Oscar gave him a questioning look. "What kind of trouble?"

Qrow sighed. "Let's just say the Atlas Military and Mistral's Council don't always see eye to eye. You'll see soon enough."

As they made their way through the city, Oscar couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen. But for now, all he could do was focus on the present—and whatever this legendary weaponsmith had in store for him.

Qrow looked at Oscar as he looked as he spoke. "So kid, now that we do have time, why don't tell me about your 'System' things".

Oscar blinked as he just spoke. "Don't be surprised".

One explanation later.

Qrow blinke, as they were now in a bar, as he just blinked and finishes his drink as he spoke. "I felt like I had my whole reality crash, and you are sure this is not just a very powerful Semblance you have unlocked".

Oscar sighed, stirring his drink—a simple soda, unlike Qrow's choice of alcohol. "I've thought about that too, but it doesn't add up. Semblances are personal and unique, right? But this thing… It's structured. It has levels, skills, and even quests. That's not how a Semblance works."

Qrow leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, well… I've seen a lot of crazy things in my time, kid. But this? This is new." He let out a sigh before taking another sip. "So, what's the catch?"

Oscar frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The catch, kid. Everything that sounds too good to be true usually is." Qrow tapped the table with his finger. "You get stronger, level up skills, and even fuse weapons. But have you ever wondered why you have this thing?"

Oscar hesitated. "…I don't know." It was something he had thought about before, but there was never a clear answer. "The system never told me where it came from."

Qrow's eyes narrowed. "And that doesn't worry you?"

Oscar sighed. "Of course, it does. But what am I supposed to do? Ignore it? Pretend it doesn't exist?"

"No, kid." Qrow leaned forward. "You use it. But you also stay cautious. If someone—or something—gave you this power, there's gotta be a reason."

Oscar nodded slowly. He knew Qrow was right. The system had been his greatest strength, but it was also a mystery.

Qrow took another drink, then smirked. "Well, at least it explains why you're such a fast learner. Here I was, thinking I was just an amazing teacher."

Oscar chuckled. "You are a good teacher. The system just helps."

Qrow grinned. "Damn right, I am."

Just then, the bartender—a gruff-looking man with an eyepatch—walked over and set a fresh drink in front of Qrow. "You two might wanna wrap up soon. Things are getting rowdy outside."

Qrow raised an eyebrow before glancing toward the entrance. Sure enough, through the bar's window, Oscar could see a group of Atlas soldiers arguing with some Mistral locals. Tension was high.

Qrow sighed, finishing his drink in one gulp. "Looks like our peaceful trip just got interesting."

Oscar tightened his grip on Crimson Fang. Something told him trouble was about to start.

Qrow then looked at him as he spoke. "I gess I will adding this to your training, also did you tell anyone else about this System".

Osacr looked at him as he spoke. "I told my teammate Blake".

Qrow looked at him as he spoke. "What was her reaction".

Oscar just looked at him as he spoke. "She had a whole are we in video moment".

Qrow snorted. "Heh, can't blame her. If I didn't know better, I'd think we were stuck in some kid's wild imagination."

Oscar rolled his eyes. "Trust me, I had that same reaction when I first got it."

Qrow stretched, cracking his neck. "Well, at least you told someone who won't blab. Blake's smart—she'll keep it quiet. Just don't go around telling the whole damn school. The last thing you need is Ironwood or some Atlesian scientist trying to dissect you to figure out how it works."

Oscar shivered at the thought. "Yeah, no thanks."

Qrow leaned against the bar. "So, what's the next step with this system of yours?"

Oscar opened his menu, scanning through his skill list. "I was planning to level up [Weapon Fusion] and maybe experiment with [Disassemble & Reassemble]. But now, with the situation outside…" He glanced toward the window where the argument was getting louder. "I might need to focus on combat training instead."

Qrow followed his gaze and sighed. "Figures. Can't even have one peaceful drink without some idiots picking a fight." He stood up, rolling his shoulders. "Alright, kid. Change of plans. You're getting a crash course in dealing with real-world chaos."

Oscar stood as well, gripping Crimson Fang. "You mean we're getting involved?"

Qrow grinned. "Nah. We're just watching—unless someone throws the first punch. Then, you get to show me what you've learned."

As the two stepped toward the door, Oscar couldn't help but feel like things were about to spiral out of control.

The moment they got out of the bar, they saw the Atlast Military arguing with some do the local hunters in Argos.

Oscar looked at Qrow as he spoke. "Is this normal".

Qrow looked at him as he spoke. "If you have been around the place long enough, yes, but anyway, how effective is your [Shadow arms] skill".

Oscar looked as he spoke. "I will not be using my skill to help you pick the pocket of does Atlast Gau-". He cut him self of, as he saw one guard push a citizen our of the way, she hit the ground bar "You know what maybe why not".

Qrow smirked. "Now you're thinking like a real huntsman."

Oscar sighed, activating [Shadow Arms], feeling the shadowy tendrils extend from his body. He carefully guided them toward the soldiers' pouches, aiming to swipe anything useful—IDs, documents, maybe even a communicator.

Meanwhile, the situation escalated. The Atlesian soldier who shoved the citizen was now yelling at the local hunters. "This city is under Atlesian jurisdiction! If you have complaints, take it up with General Ironwood!"

One of the hunters, a burly man with a greatsword strapped to his back, stepped forward. "This isn't Atlas. We don't answer to you."

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a blade. Oscar successfully retrieved a small data pad from one of the soldiers just as a fist flew—one of the locals had enough and threw a punch.

Qrow sighed, rubbing his temples. "Great. Here we go."

The soldiers immediately moved to retaliate, reaching for their weapons. Oscar tensed, ready to step in if things got worse.

"Hey, kid," Qrow muttered, glancing at the stolen data pad in Oscar's hand. "Get somewhere quiet and see what's on that. I'll keep things from turning into an all-out brawl."

Oscar hesitated. "Are you sure?"

Qrow gave a lazy grin. "Trust me. I've been in way worse bar fights."

With that, Oscar slipped into the shadows, moving away from the scene while Qrow stepped forward, hands in his pockets, looking every bit like a man about to make things way more interesting.

Qrow and Oscar looked at reb Data pad, as they found something interesting, as Qrow laugher as he spoke. "Will shit, they are not even ment to be here, under no command by any general".

Oscar looked as he spoke. "So what they are rough group".

Qrow srugged as then took the Data pad, as he copy's the field to his scroll. "Maybe".

Oscar ooked at him as he spoke. "What are you going to do with that".

Qrow then sent too someone. "Just a friend that is all".

Few minutes later, Oscar and Qrow were on the rooftop, as they saw heavily military like car pull, both side stop fighting as came out was angry Ironwood.

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Ironwood stepped out of the vehicle, his mechanical hand clenched into a fist as he glared at the rogue Atlesian soldiers. His voice was cold, authoritative.

"Would someone like to explain why I was just informed that an unauthorized Atlesian unit was causing trouble in my name?"

The soldiers stiffened, their faces pale. One of them, likely the leader, stepped forward and saluted. "General Ironwood, sir! We were merely enforcing—"

"Enforcing what?" Ironwood interrupted sharply, his glare intense. "Orders I never gave?"

The local hunters looked smug, watching the scene unfold. Meanwhile, Qrow nudged Oscar. "See, kid? Sometimes, you just need the right kind of backup."

Oscar smirked. "So... who exactly did you send that info to?"

Qrow grinned. "An old drinking buddy."

Back on the ground, Ironwood sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "All of you—return to Atlas immediately. You're suspended from duty until further notice. If I ever hear of something like this again, you won't have a place in my army. Am I clear?"

The soldiers saluted, fear evident in their movements. "Y-yes, sir!"

As the situation settled, Qrow stretched. "Well, that was fun. You ready to head back, kid?"

Oscar looked thoughtful. "Yeah... but I think I learned something important today."

Qrow raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what's that?"

Oscar smiled. "Sometimes, fighting isn't the only way to win."

Qrow chuckled, ruffling Oscar's hair. "Now that's a lesson worth remembering."

Qrow and Oscar then landed, they landed Infront of someone who was just carrying bags of food, that was probably gonna be used for lunch, as Oscar helped them up as he picked him and saw him more clearly.

Jaune got up as he looked at Oscars. "Oscar What are you doing in here?".

Osacr looked at Jaune as he spoke. "I came here to train, why are you here?".

Jaune looked as he spoke. "My family lives here, I am from here, also who is he".

Oscar looked at Qrow as he spoke. "My mentor".

Qrow gave a lazy wave, smirking. "Name's Qrow Branwen. Professional drunk, semi-professional huntsman, and full-time babysitter for this kid."

Jaune blinked before nodding. "Right... I've heard of you. You're Ruby's uncle, right?"

Qrow chuckled. "Guilty as charged. So, you're from Argus, huh? That explains a lot."

Jaune raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Oscar quickly stepped in. "Nothing! So, uh, Jaune, what have you been up to?"

Jaune sighed. "Just visiting my family for the break. I was on my way back when I ran into you two." He adjusted the grocery bags in his arms. "Actually, if you're not busy, wanna come over? My sisters would probably love to meet a real huntsman."

Qrow grinned. "Free food?"

Jaune sighed. "I didn't say that."

Oscar chuckled. "We'd love to."

Jaune led the way, and as they walked through the city, Oscar couldn't help but feel a sense of ease. Maybe this break wouldn't be so bad after all.

To be continued

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