Endless.

That was a concept Emiya Shirou was very familiar with. His pursuit of his ideals, the people that needed his help, the swords that he wielded.

Inexhaustible.

Unending.

Unlimited.

In the end, perhaps the only thing that allowed him to bear this weight on his shoulders was his inability to acknowledge it. To him an ideal's impossibility did not make it any less worthy of pursuit, what was right was not necessarily correct.

And so, he chased his dream endlessly.

In hindsight I should have expected it.

I'd been hunting Dead Apostles for years. So much so that perhaps I'd grown too accustomed to whatever hell hole that they would inevitably throw me into. Murphy's law had always applied double to me given my infamous luck rating.

It was almost inevitable that hunting a Dead Apostle magus researching dimensional travel would end up having me thrown into another dimension.

I had already done all the checks, the job was basically over. That was until the contraption behind me somehow activated and the mystery contained within malfunctioned for no apparent reason and sucked me in.

The first thing I noticed was green.

The landscape around me was lush in vegetation. From the light that penetrated through the admittedly thin canopy I could see somewhat tall grass and a few shrubs here and there, the air was cold and dry, and if I had any doubt that this was another dimension, the shattered moon in the sky had certainly squashed them.

Something's not right.

I glanced down at my hands, only to find that my tanned skin was gone. I traced a mirror, noticing a notable lack of resistance from Gaia, and found my teenage face staring back at me. My hair was back to a familiar auburn red and my eyes a golden-brown. Thankfully I hadn't lost too much of my height, that would have taken a while to get used to. I felt a bit of nostalgia washed over me as I recalled the light-hearted school days after the Grail War. I wondered how Issei and Sakura were doing, I'd lost contact with them a while back. My thoughts ground to a halt when my heightened senses picked up something.

There was movement.
I wouldn't say I knew the ins and outs of trekking through a jungle, but I'd done so enough times that I wouldn't miss the signs of something approaching, even if I couldn't directly see it.

A strange, werewolf-like creature revealed itself. Its skin was pitch black and strange bony spikes lined its body vaguely resembling protrusions of a skeleton. Its head was a canine skull with blood red eyes.

A lunge. I reflexively traced Kanshou and Bakuya. Ducking under its body, I crossed my blades and tried to land a cut from below while preparing myself to roll out of the way should the creature have other methods of attacks that I was not yet aware of. To my astonishment, my blades cut through its skin like butter and my attempt at dealing a cutting wound had completely bisected the creature.

"Huh." I was aware the married blades had anti-monster properties, but I was expecting something more out of the chimeric creature. I'd made a habit of overestimating my opponents lest I pay dearly for doing the opposite, so I had assumed it to be at least a lower Phantasmal Beast. Was that really all?

I bit back a curse as more red eyes stared at me from the shadows. That wasn't supposed to be a challenge, dammit!

"Hmm?"
From atop Beacon tower, the headmaster looked upon the outskirts of Vale with some amount of intrigue. Something was drawing the Grimm in.

Taking another sip of his coffee, his mind ran through a few possibilities. It was quite a long list.

A flash of light later, that list had narrowed down considerably and his eyes narrowed.

The old soul turned around, briskly walked out of his office and towards the Bullhead docks, grabbing his cane along the way in a swift movement that spoke of an uncanny amount of practice and familiarity.

He had no time to waste, there was no mistaking it. That light was the telltale signature of something normally thought impossible.

Magic.

I was getting tired of this.
The creatures were not exactly powerful, nor difficult to kill, the problem was their numbers. I'd reached the forest's edge with some difficulty and I could see the borders of a settlement.

There were likely people in this world. I couldn't, in good conscience, lead an entire monster horde to them. If they were hiding from these creatures then I'd be doing them a favor thinning out their numbers. If they had a way to fight back, then perhaps they'd notice a disturbance and investigate, I could make contact then.

In any case, the clear course of action for me was to stand my ground for as long as possible. I quickly dodged a swipe from a bear-like creature, it's a good thing they were quite mindless and sloppy. The strike exposed its head which I quickly lopped off.

A copy of Hrunting was zipping across the battlefield at dizzying speeds, puncturing straight through one creature after another, leaving behind only their disintegrating remains.

I kicked off the ground and cut off the stinger of a scorpion the size of a truck before kicking the free appendage, pointy-end first, towards a giant raven that was swooping down to attack me. The bird shrieked and I had to backflip by once again kicking off the scorpion's plated tail to narrowly avoid its sharp feathers.

The moment I landed I was made very aware of the car-sized snake head hissing at me while bearing its fangs. Hrunting went straight through the bird and towards the giant snake. The nimble creature dodged to the side, maneuvering its enormous body in an impossibly agile way to curve around the flying sword and swung its jaws at me. It certainly didn't expect Hrunting to reverse its direction in mid-air and pinned its snout to the ground. I threw Kanshou and Bakuya at two nearby creatures, easily decapitating them, while I traced Caliburn and plunged its blade as much as my strength allowed into the snake. A shockwave seemed to reverberate throughout its entire length as golden light shimmered from beneath its scales, and then the thrashing stopped. Wasting no time, I dismissed Caliburn and caught Kanshou and Bakuya in their return arc. Jumping off the disappearing snake I crossed my swords to block a black spinning blur, sending me skidding back while my reinforced legs dug into the ground to dissipate the kinetic energy. The ball unfurled, having lost its momentum, and impossibly it was a boar with huge tusks. It roared at me, showing off rows of sharp teeth.
It was then that I heard the familiar sound of propellers, signaling an approaching aircraft.

Ozpin had considered that perhaps the Summer or Winter maiden had finally been discovered. The Fall maiden was under his protection and Qrow was following a lead on the Spring maiden, and that lead certainly wasn't anywhere near Vale, so he had ruled those out. He had not expected the source of the magic to be a young boy.

The immortal soul considered himself a very good judge of character. It was almost inevitable, having lived for so long, he had seen the best and worst of humanity. Yet, at that moment, what was in front of him could only be called an anomaly.

The way the boy moved across the battlefield spoke of an uncanny ease that could have only been obtained through years of experience. More years than the boy's apparent age even. His awareness was rife, and he had the reflexes to match. This allowed him to control the flow of the fight and simultaneously taking out multiple targets, leading his next victims into his following moves. Then there were the swords.

He had never seen a weapon capable of flying almost with a mind of its own and systematically slaughtering one Grimm after another in such a swift and precise manner, there was also something quite unsettling about the red sheen that covered the weapon as it moved, pulsing as if thirsting for blood. The pair of beautiful short blades that the boy wielded, vaguely resembling some Mistralian designs, danced in his hands. The boy was fast, yet there were barely any wasted movements in his maneuvers and acrobatics. Ozpin could see that every attack would have created further opportunities for follow up had they not already been immediately fatal. There was a dead King Taijitu behind the boy, and the golden light coming off it screamed Magic to his senses.

I spared a glance at the strange aircraft, its front cabin was large and aerodynamic with a thin tail resembling a helicopter. There were huge engine pods facing downwards, mounted on fixed wings. The mechanisms of generating propulsion and lift were lost to me. Then again, I wasn't an engineer. I could only fix simple machinery thanks to Structural Analysis.

Hovering easily 10 meters from the ground, the door then smoothly slid to one side. I raised an eyebrow as a middle-aged man with disheveled gray hair jumped from that considerable distance and landed without trouble, clearly the cane he carried wasn't to steady himself. As if to mock me for even thinking that, the cane moved in a blur, decimating any creature that came within its range while the man calmly walked towards me without even a hint of effort.

As it was, I couldn't keep fighting these things forever. I needed information, not only to resolve the current situation but to survive at least until I could return home. I could sense a magical signature from him, though it wasn't much, it still meant he had me at a disadvantage. I did not know his capabilities, nor intentions, he doesn't seem to be the one controlling the beasts but that could be just an act. I was somewhat relieved, however, as I wouldn't need to hide the fact that magecraft was used to a fellow magus.

"I'd imagine this wasn't what you had in mind for a midnight stroll?" The man asked, a ghost of a smile on his face while he absentmindedly decimated another wolf creature that got too close with a casual swing of the cane. English, I can work with that.

He was good, that much I gathered from analyzing the history behind the cane. It was an ancient artifact and had been passed through many hands. Strangely, all of its users seemed to have utilized the same style.

Hrunting crashed into the boar while the creature tried to use its sturdy bone plated skull to block the attack. It didn't work, there was a brief shower of black gore before it too vanished into thin air.

"I'm a bit lost on why they keep coming for me at the moment." I replied evenly with a shrug.

"The Creatures of Grimm seek out negative emotions. If it's not you then perhaps the bloodlust coming off of your weapon there?"

Oh.

That was certainly unexpected. I quickly dismissed Hrunting and the man's eyes widened for but a moment when he saw my sword disappeared.

"Well now, I'm sure you've had enough exercise for the day? How about we move our conversation to somewhere more suitable?" he pointed at the aircraft which had managed hover much closer to the ground at our location with the creature's numbers thinned out by our combined efforts.

Alright then, let's see what I got myself into.

What kind of engineer designed this place?
The towers' height were completely impractical, and they were built to stand on their own while there was a perfectly sturdy mountain range behind them which could have been used as support? Granted the position was still very defensible, but those impossibly tall structures must've been barely supporting their own weight. If any of these towers were to collapse, from this high up, the resulting landslide would be a disaster for the city below, to say nothing of the damage caused by the sheer size of the tower.

I sighed. After a short flight past what appeared to be a modern city, we arrived at a castle-like structure built on higher ground. A smooth landing and an elevator ride later, I was standing in a well-designed but rather empty office. It was mostly green, with a single curved desk and chair decorated with a theme of clockwork and gears, this was accentuated by the clock pattern on the window behind it overlooking the entirety of the castle courtyard and the city further below.

If this was meant to be a show of power meant to impress, well, I'd seen better. However, I suspected that wasn't the case. The man's gait while were walking was relaxed and casual, deceptively so. I could tell he was ever vigilant and on guard, but he wasn't trying to show off. The blonde woman who piloted the airplane had followed closely behind, occasionally glancing around, most likely to make sure no one saw us.

The way they acted, along with the impractical elevation of the office, the sound-proof glass and the pointedly heavy shut of the door behind me meant this was probably all for the sake of secrecy.

I was no stranger to keeping the secrets of the Moonlit World from the common folks, so I followed in silence.

"Have a seat young man, we have much to discuss." The man gestured to a chair opposite to his, the woman had opted to stand next to him.

I nodded and obliged.

"My name is professor Ozpin, I'm the headmaster of Beacon academy. First of all, who are you?"
"Emiya Shirou, first name Shirou," I answered.
The woman quickly produced a small device and appeared to be checking something before shaking her head at Ozpin.
"I see, well Mr. Emiya, we've taken the liberty of looking through all of the Kingdoms' records for someone who matched your appearance while we were getting here." The man took a sip of what I assume to be coffee from his mug before continuing. "I'm sure you understand the need for keeping track of who exactly we're bringing into our city. Yet even with your provided name, we haven't had any luck. Therefore, the first order of business tonight is to confirm your identity."

I felt somewhat relieved, at least there wasn't some other Emiya Shirou walking around in this world or things would get messy fast. That being said, I couldn't exactly tell them I was from another dimension, plus I needed more information.

"I'm from… outside, I've never traveled to the Kingdoms" I paused and tried to make something up but ended up drawing a complete blank. I could only hope he wouldn't press any further.

"So, you're from the settlements outside the Kingdoms, that explains why we have no records of you." Fortunately for me, he seemed to have come to a satisfactory conclusion regarding my origins. "What were you doing on the outskirts of Vale then?"

"I, well…" I stumbled with my words for a moment, before deciding to simply say the minimum. I wasn't a good liar, but I can at least not let the whole truth slip. "Certain circumstances have led me to ending up here by accident. As for the Grimm, they attacked me, I defended myself, and more kept coming. That was all there was to it."

"I take it that wasn't your first time fighting?" he pressed, folding his arms on the desk while leaning forward slightly.

"No, I was taught by my guardian and another teacher. The rest I picked up on my own." It wasn't a lie. Fuji-nee had tried to teach me kendo. Though being good at something didn't mean you were good at teaching it. This went double for Fuji-nee, given her short temper and scatterbrained tendencies. Saber was brutal by every sense of the word, but at least her lessons had worked.

There was a moment of silence as Ozpin seemed to slowly consider the implications of my answer.

"Are you aware of the nature of the power you wield?" He finally asked.

I wasn't surprised he knew it was magecraft. Judging from the presence, or more accurately, lack thereof, of any magical signature from the woman next to him, I had guessed that magic circuits were also a rarity in this world. Perhaps magecraft here functioned differently due to the lack of interference from Gaia which led to accidents that people like him work to prevent. That was just one theory. Given the man's poker face, he certainly seemed crafty and experienced enough to be scheming to take advantage of me somehow. I couldn't see a large enough potential benefit to showing my hand here, it was better to keep as much information about my magecraft as I could to myself should I need to fight them in the future.

"It's my ability," I said, finally. "I could make weapons."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow, then leaned back on his chair, seemingly having given up on pursing the subject.

"Very well then, what will you do once you leave this place, would you need assistance in getting home?"

I considered the question. I didn't know how to get home, that would require some research into this world to see if there were any such means. Alternatively, I could pursue my ideal in this world. In any case I needed to get up to date on how the world works and current events. Ozpin claimed to be the headmaster of a school, perhaps I could ask for a look in the library. With that in mind, I formulated an answer.

"I don't have a home to return to, not anymore" I said slowly. I had sold my house in Fuyuki as I had always been traveling and barely ever returned there. Whenever I did, I would just stay with Fuji-nee.

"I see." Ozpin's features softened at that. "I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me, I had not considered that was the reason you were here."

"I will find work to support myself, but before I leave, would you mind if I took a look at your library? Growing up in an isolated community seemed to have left me lacking in some base knowledge."

"Ah, then I have a proposition for you, Mr. Emiya." Ozpin replied, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile upon hearing my answer. "Would you like to attend Beacon Academy?"

The woman next to him stumbled and dropped her device.

"What?" she and I both asked incredulously.

Within a single day, I'd gone on a Dead Apostle hunt, been sucked into another dimension, fought an endless horde of hell-spawns, been interrogated by apparently the headmaster of a school designed to train warriors and will now be attending said school going forward.

I sighed. Zelretch had a hand in this, I just knew it.

Ozpin had offered me room and board and a path towards getting a huntsman license, which would help in finding the type of work I tend to favor, apparently all in light of the abilities I displayed today. He even offered me a Scroll, which was what passed for a communication device here, and some amount of Lien, the local currency, so I could buy school supplies, and whatever else I needed to get started.

The deal had been too good to be true. There had to have been some reason he wanted me to attend. Regardless, I could back out if I wanted later on, and I really needed the head start he was offering, so I agreed. The woman next to him, who I learned was called Glynda Goodwitch, had been fuming all the while. My experiences with Rin told me the moment I was out of that door, he was getting an earful. I shuddered at the thought, the amount of Od Rin possessed was several times that of the average magus. Whenever something, usually me, pissed her off, her Crest would turn into what I liked to call the Gandr machine-gun. I seriously doubt even my Reality Marble could fire that quickly when it came down to it.

I closed my book, making a sound that echoed across the empty library. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Classes would only start after initiation for first years, so the campus was empty.

Within the past few hours I'd managed to learn quite a bit about the world I was stuck in.

Firstly, the creatures I'd fought weren't an isolated incident. Apparently 99% of life forms on this planet were some form of Grimm, and every source I had found so far stated that they were soulless creatures that are attracted to negative emotions like anger, fear, distress and the like. They also seemed to disintegrate into nothingness when killed, making further study rather difficult.

The other two prominent species were humans and Faunus, which were simply just humans with added animal features. It seemed biological classification was a lot laxer here, you can't get away with grouping a guy with cat ears and another with bull horns into a single species back home. Of course, discrimination was rampant, and while I didn't bother looking too deeply into the specifics, it was enough to know that both groups went to war against each other for a time over it.

There was an endless looming threat just outside their city walls and they decided to kill each other over pointless differences? It was good to know humans stupidity was the same here I suppose.

Secondly, the basis for this world's civilization seemed to be something known as Dust. According to these books it was some form of naturally occurring crystallized energy source that could be found and excavated underground. There wasn't a theory on how they were formed yet, but they were plentiful and appeared to be inexplicably self-replenishing as the crystals seemed to naturally regrow.

There were 4 base types of Dusts which can be combined to form more variety. These were used to power every modern convenience imaginable, including weapons to fight back against the Grimm. I made a mental note to acquire some for experimentation later.

Finally, the people of this world seemed to possess something called Aura. They called it a physical manifestation of the soul which envelops the body and protects it from harm, as well as healing any injuries so long as it had not run out. If developed to a certain degree, the user will be able to access something called a Semblance. Something akin to a super-power unique to that individual and reflecting who they were as a person. In short, everyone had a mini-reality-marble with basic defensive and healing properties, that was a scary thought.

To fit in I would have to find some way to imitate this. Avalon would suffice for healing, but preventing damage was beyond me. I supposed I needed to not get hit in the first place if I wanted to keep this up. I'd tested the scroll and it seemed to react to my Od and measure it as if it were Aura, so at least I wouldn't run into trouble there.

I glanced at the clock and realized it was almost 3 AM. I should be getting some sleep in, I thought while laying down on the bench. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but I'd dealt with worse on some missions.

In the end, I supposed everything did not turn out too badly. All I wanted was to save people, going to a school designed to teach people how to do just that seemed like a good idea. I would also be getting necessary information from the other classes as well, and perhaps helping the next generation of this world's defenders along isn't a bad thing either. Those were my final thoughts before sleepiness overtook me.

I woke up to the sound of aircraft propellers. I quickly glanced at the windows to find that the sun was up, and probably had been for quite some time. Beyond the glass I could see lots of young people walking about.

Right, initiation.

A quick trip to the bathroom later, I was wide awake and presentable. I must say, the new students were wearing some very flashy outfits, probably aiming to impress on their first day to make a friend or two. One girl wearing red and black caught my eye. Her getup wasn't the most impressive per se, it was just that she managed to fall into a cart of suitcases headfirst.

Ouch. That had to hurt.

The owner of the suitcases, a girl in white, naturally got mad and started yelling at the other girl while spraying the contents of the vial in her hand into the free air, seemingly to make a point. This caused the smaller girl to sneeze and literally explode. The girl in white yelped and the vial flew out of her hand and towards my direction. I quickly caught it to prevent further damage.

"Fire Dust", said the label on the thing. Interesting, so physical stimulus could cause the substance to combust. I wonder if this was true with all Dust, I really need to set up a workshop soon for all these experiments I'd been taking mental notes of. I was broken out of my musings by more screaming and yelling. I sighed and walked towards the mess.

"I'm really, really sorry!" The girl in red seemed to shrink back, twiddling her two indexes together in nervousness.

"Ugh! You complete dolt! What are you even doing here? Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon?" The other girl leaned further and further into her with every little bit of ground she gave and raised her voice to match.

"Well…"

"Hey, that's enough." I interrupted sternly. "She already apologized."

"But she-"
"Look, it was an accident, and nobody got hurt," I cut her off. The men behind her had finished gathering the suitcases. "You are older than her, so you should be the bigger person, right? Forgive the kid, she'll learn someday."

"You-"
She stopped herself and digested what I said, her eyes softened slightly. "You have a point. I have better things to do than this. Good day."

Damn, I was used to those holier-than-thou types. You had to appeal to their need for moral superiority to get them to back off. I was once more reminded that I'm dealing with kids here.

I turned around to greet the sorry state of the girl I'd just defended. Her clothing was miraculously unharmed.

"Hey," I started. "I'm Shirou, you alright?"

"Ruby, and yeah, I'm fine."

"Hmm, well, let's head to the main hall. There's going to be an opening speech soon."

"Oh… Yeah! Um! Let's go!" the girl almost sped off.

"Ruby." I managed to grab her shoulder, halting her acceleration before pointing to the opposite direction. "It's this way."

I chuckled at the blush making its way up her cheeks.

We walked in an awkward silence. Well, for her maybe. She was clearly trying pretty hard to say something, while I just inwardly hid my amusement.

"Sooooo… I got this thing."

In a practiced movement, she pulled a mechanical contraption that was strapped to her belt out right as it unfurled into a giant scythe.

"Impressive." I whistled. "I can tell it's custom built."

"It's also a-"

"High impact velocity sniper rifle, right?" I finished for her, still looking at the scythe and figuring out its inner workings. Her eyes widened to a comical degree.

"How'd you know?"

"Ah, let's just say I'm somewhat of a weapons maniac." I admitted casually.

"OH MY GOSH! YOU TOO?!"

That wasn't the reaction I expected. I couldn't help but smile at her antics though, it was adorable.

"We are going to be best friends! Besties!" She grabbed my hand and shook it excitedly. "So, what's your weapon? Showmeshowmeshowme!"

"I don't have any" I grinned.

"I don't believe you!"

Ruby ran circles around me at rather impressive speeds, leaving a trail of swirling rose petals in her wake. Huh, must be her Semblance.

"Where are you hiding it?" she asked once again.

"I'm telling you. I don't have it with me right now"

"Ugrh! Fine!" she threw her hands up in frustration before narrowing her eyes at me. "This isn't over, mister!"

The moment we got to the main hall, Ruby made a beeline for a blonde girl standing at the back. Admittedly, the first thought that crossed my mind was "blonde bombshell".

"Yaaaaaang, that was so mean!"

"Oh hey, little sister!" The girl, Yang waved at us before looking at me with surprise and a bit of mirth. "Daaaamnnn Rubes, I left you for a moment and you already got yourself a boyfriend? You work fast."

I raised an eyebrow at her while Ruby devolved into a stuttering mess.

"Wha-wa, YANG, WE ARE NOT LIKE THAT!"

"Calm down Ruby, she's just teasing you. Also, you're being too loud."

The nearby students seemed to have stopped chatting with each other and opted to stare at us after Ruby yelled. As for Ruby, she shrunk back sheepishly, still bright red.

I shook my head in amusement, she was too easy.

"Shirou, Emiya Shirou" I extended a hand towards the other girl, "Pleasure to meet you. You're Ruby's sister?"

"Yup! Name's Yang Xiao Long" She took it casually before giving me a bone-crushing grip.

I reinforced my hand and took it with a smile. Maybe Yang just has an overprotective streak towards Ruby. I can certainly sympathize as a fellow older sibling. So I don't hold it against her.

"Damn, not bad Ruby. Solid physique, polite, and didn't even flinch under my gauntlet. I can't say there's anything I disapprove of." She patted Ruby on the back, causing the smaller girl to blush even harder.

At this point Ozpin appeared on stage and lightly coughed into the microphone, getting everyone's attention.

His speech was short, it was neither terrible, nor was it motivational and awe-inspiring. If anything, it was a little bit off.

like Ruby said, "It's like he wasn't even there."

Glynda took over once he was done, telling us to gather in the ballroom for the night and be ready for tomorrow.

Inevitably, we went out separate ways as the boys and girls were expected to sleep in separate areas. I wished them good night with a wave, before finding a good spot to turn in for the night.

I swear, Ozpin was probably related to Zelretch somehow.

We were launched several dozen meters into the air.

Off a cliff.

Into a Grimm infested forest.

To make matters worse, whoever we first made eye contact with would be our partner for the next 4 years.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

I reinforced my legs and traced a few ordinary swords in the air below me so I can find some purchase. Kicking off a few of them, I eventually got down to a reasonable altitude to land on a tree branch.

I was one of the last to be launched. While I wasn't exactly picky with teammates, I was used to working alone, and I'd rather not have to deal with someone like that pompous rich girl from yesterday.

The branch below my feet shook slightly. That was all the warning I got before it decided to snap completely, making me lose my balance and fell flat into the ground.

At least that's what I thought would happen. Instead, something soft broke my fall.

"Ow" a quiet voice wailed. To my horror, I realized I'd fallen on top of a young girl, flattening her to the ground in my stead. I jumped in a hurry and helped her up.

"I'm really, really sorry." I apologized. At the back of my mind, a sarcastic little voice that sounded remarkably like Archer pointed out that I was saying the same thing Ruby had said yesterday after her own mess. I quickly squashed the thought. "Are you alright?"

"I..um…I guess"
It was clear that she was still recovering from my blunder. The girl wore a long-sleeved brown jacket and shorts on top of a black undershirt, her protective gear were minimal, with only spaulders and vambraces. Clearly designed for speed and maneuverability rather than protection. She was still trying to straighten her long brown hair.

"I guess this makes us partners" I sighed, "Once again I apologize, my name is Emiya Shi…rou.."

The words almost died in my mouth when I noticed two large rabbit ears straightening themselves on top of her head.

By the Root, did I just get partnered with an actual bunny girl?!

A/N:

Hello everyone, Thanks for reading.

I've had this idea for quite some time after reading much of the Fate x RWBY stuff and finally worked up the courage to upload my own.

This is my first fic, and English isn't my first language, so I apologize about my grammar or any mistakes I might have made. I hope you enjoy anyway.

That's all from me, let me know what you think ^^.