A/N: You wear the Gibus on your head from Team Fortress 2.

Choose Your Weapon (This doesn't really matter)

Sniper Rifle

Classic

Huntsman

Machina

Hitman's Heatmaker

The boy took the hand of his father as they both walked into a weapons shop. The shopkeep's head turned towards the door as the bell jingled, followed by the footsteps of both the men as they entered the store. The boy was eager to choose his favourite weapon as his father would very soon train him to become a huntsman which he was very excited for. (Y/N) wasn't a special kid or anything, but he had always heard stories of the great adventures of huntsmen, what they meant for humanity and the seemingly fun life they had, even spending their time with their academy buddies like lifelong friends.

(Y/N) watched as his father patted his back, telling the shopkeeper about his son's ambitions. He stared in awe at dozens of unique and custom weapons designed for specific battle styles. Though he was so distracted about this that he didn't hear the shopkeep announce the prices for most of the weapons, an atrocious price was at the doorsteps of all of these amazing designs. His family was never really in the same league as most of the middle class of Vale. But nevertheless his parents always wanted the best for their young boy, even his almost foolhardy dream of becoming a huntsman.

When the conversation about the excessive costs for any of his designs finally ended, (Y/N)'s father opted to buy the cheapest one out of any weapon in his store. Once the deal was done, he signed the permit for owning a deadly weapon and him and (Y/N) were off. The boy stops, asking his dad if he's a real huntsman now proudly raising his weapon, his dad smiles. Appreciating his son's naïveté while it still lasted, placing a gentle assuring hand on his shoulder.

He says that huntsman have things that make them unique from others, such as their weapons, their power known also as Semblances which young (Y/N) still doesn't have yet, and clothing. All huntsmen have unique clothing.

"There's a first step for everyone... Even huntsmen, which I believe you can be... Sometimes believing in yourself is enough."

He lectures, taking off his newly purchased Gibus-brand top hat. Placing it onto his son's head, though it was far too big for him right now, perhaps there's a time where a Gibus wearing huntsman will dominate the headlines of newspapers to come...

- Years later... -

"I swear (Y/N) (L/N) get your shit together for once!"

The female voice boomed out from my radio, I flinched at it's intensity but kept ahold of my beloved long-ranged weapon. Aiming down the sights I saw my three teammates near the treelines, all their weapons were drawn as they investigated for a pack of Grimm that were sighted near this area by citizens. Two girls, sisters and another boy. I adjusted my Gibus top hat as I tightened my eyes down on my weapon.

(Y/N): "I know my aim isn't that good, but I helped you guys get past the trials."

I replied into the radio, the older of the two sisters Clarissa barked back.

Clarissa: "You can't aim for shit if your life depended on it. We might as well be on a three person team with how useless you are."

(Y/N): "Screw off."

I muttered back, de-activating the radio as to not hear any more of their annoying insults. I feel some dust from my dad's old tattered Gibus get into my eyes, as I take a few seconds to wipe it off I suddenly hear a piercing roar and a male scream as I quickly re-adjust my aim. I saw Hadley being attacked by an Ursa! It was a surprise attack and he had dropped his weapon in the sudden ambush.

I take aim and fire, but they both move at the last second. Swearing, I re-activate the radio and yell into it.

(Y/N): "What are you two doing?

By the time I had gotten my radio working the two girls were also ambushed by a plentiful pack of Beowolves, they blocked them as the Ursa repeatedly tried to maul Hadley to death. I keep trying to shoot the Grimm, but Hadley's frantic struggling coupled with the Ursa's rage and aggressiveness made it hard for me to pinpoint where the two would end up next. Clarissa and her sister were still struggling with the pack of Beowolves, shit...

I then noticed my frantic breathing, I'm sweating buckets right now! Snipers need to be calm and collected, idiot... perhaps instead of making it that I'm too frantic in planning... I should try and wait for the Ursa to move into my sights...

I took aim once more, using special Dust rounds/arrows this time. I set my sights onto one area, trying hard to calm myself down. But eventually doing so miraculously!

I wait... the Ursa's head is lowering to try and take another bite, instead of me following his head around. I lied in wait. Then fired.

The Ursa's head jolted back as a high-speed item powered by dust impacted it's skull at dozens of kilometres per hour. Driving a hole into it's brain and destroying it in one shot.

It began to evaporate as Clarissa and her sister finally killed off the last of the Beowolves. I jumped down from my perched point as I made my way towards the three of them.

Yvette: "What the hell was that?"

She asked.

(Y/N): "Grimm attack."

I said, almost sarcastically.

Hadley: "No, idiot. Take a look at this..."

He said, opening his scroll and showing me a gauge of his aura. Wait you can do that?...

Hadley: "18%... EIGHTEEN PERCENT! You doofus almost got me killed! What with your reaction time that of a turtle Faunus!"

(Y/N): "I saved you! At least show me some respect!"

He snickered, Clarissa and Yvette also both giggled.

Hadley: "I-I can't take you seriously with that stupid hat on your head. Seriously it looks like you came from off of the street like some poor-ass rat."

I saw red. I blindly swung without thinking, smacking Hadley square in the nose. So hard that even what remained of his aura couldn't save him at the moment. His nose along with my knuckles emitted a cracking noise. Followed by a numbing sensation in my fingers. That hurt.

Clarissa: "You're insane!"

She screeched. Her and Yvette rushed over to help Hadley up as he held in blood from his nose. His aura shattered and broke as the two of them began carrying him back to Beacon.

Hadley: "That fucker busted my nose..."

- Timeskip -

(Y/N): "And that's how all of this happened."

I said, standing in front of Professor Ozpin, who I could see also didn't seem to take me seriously because of my chosen headwear.

Ozpin: "You do know even if he aggravated you, you still committed an act of assault."

He said in a stern manner.

(Y/N): "Yes, I know what I did was unprofessional... Which is why I'm resigning."

Ozpin: "Oh, you're resigning? Why?"

(Y/N): "I'm stuck in this academy with a stupid team that treats me with shit no matter what I do and what happens. Now I realize that being a huntsman's just some childish fantasy. I'm out of here."

I dismiss myself, storming out of Ozpin's office before he stops me dead in my tracks with a single line.

Ozpin: "Are you really sure that's what you want to do?"

I think about it for a moment, before responding right before I left.

(Y/N): "I used to admire huntsmen back when I was a kid, nobody ever told me it was just some more melodramatic high school shit... plus I just suck at what I do."

I admit fully, finally stepping out of Ozpin's office. I could slightly hear the headmaster sigh as the elevator closed.

- 3rd Person POV -

(Y/N)'s tattered top hat caught the wind as he hauled his luggage onto the courtyard. He kept it secured on his head while other students stared at him curiously. Since he had little to no social relation to anyone in this school, nobody asked him a question as he made his way to the airship dock. His weapon was slung over his back, which drew little attention as well.

(Y/N): "Farewell Beacon, we didn't know each other long enough."

The boy mumbled to himself. Once he looked up again, he suddenly saw the doors of the last docked airship for the day closing.

(Y/N): "Crap!"

He yelled suddenly, rushing forward. His Gibus flying off of his head as his luggage rattled against the ground trying to keep up with him.

The doors closed on him as he mindlessly rammed into them, the airship pilot took no notice and left without him.

(Y/N): "Fucking hell..."

He swore once more. Standing back up and striding over to a bench, plopping himself down on it as he looked at his watch. An hour and a half before the next airship back to Vale docks.

His head rested on the bench he grumbled in growing anger, pulling out his scroll Beacon provided for all huntsmen which was still technically his. Playing a game called 'Flappy Cardin' as he waited for the next airship.

???: "Hello?"

He heard a voice nearby, he lowered his scroll as he looked in the direction where he heard the voice.

A short black-haired girl was walking over to him, holding in her hand the tattered hat that he unknowingly lost when it fell off of his head.

(Y/N): "Oh, thanks."

He said, as he accepted his Gibus back. Placing it back on his head.

The girl sat next to him, (Y/N) noticed this and looked at her confused.

(Y/N): "Is there something you need?"

He asked her, she shook her head no.

Girl: "You're leaving Beacon aren't you?"

She asked, the boy nodded seeing no reason to lie to her when it's so blatantly obvious.

(Y/N): "I can't stand it here... my team are all assholes and immature babies. So I asked Ozpin for a resignation. Why do you care?"

He asked her.

Girl: "Why mustn't I? We're all Huntsmen and Huntresses in training here."

(Y/N): "And that means?"

Girl: "It means you have a reason for initially wanting to become a protector of mankind and Faunus."

(Y/N): "That reason doesn't matter to me anymore, I can't deal with ungrateful people and not stink at the same time."

The girl looked confused at this.

Girl: "What do you mean by this?"

(Y/N): "I suck, I suck at being a huntsman. The only reason I passed training is probably my luck and the fact that my teammate who doesn't want anything to do with me anymore did all the work while I cowered behind them with a machete."

Girl: "You don't have to leave, my team can take you in."

She said kindly, the boy's Gibus almost falls off of his head with the speed of him turning his neck. But that got his attention.

(Y/N): "You'd do that? Seriously."

Girl: "Mhm, one condition. You get better at whatever it is you do as a huntsman. Do we have a deal?"

(Y/N) adjusts his Gibus as he nods.

(Y/N): "Thank Oum, you don't know how happy I am about this..."

Girl: "No problem, I always look out for other people. Perhaps I can even help you with getting better."

(Y/N): "Sure, why not."

(Y/N) gladly accepted, his Gibus jumped off of his head and landed back on as he stood up. Excitedly.

All the while, Ozpin watched the both of them from his office window. Sipping from his mug, watching with warm eyes as the two students way down below on the courtyard continued their conversation.

Ozpin: "She was able to get him back, excellent. We can't afford to lose any applicants in this War against Salem, no matter how silly they look..."

A/N: This was initially going to be an April Fool's book, but I couldn't finish it in time. So I released it today on my birthday as a present to all of you! (For those of you who don't get it, the Gibus is a hat from the game TF2 which is commonly worn by new players hence (Y/N)'s inability to 'git gud')