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I close the metal doors to the basement, the tomb of the dead members of the Rustblade clan. Their bodies lay still in the rusting coffins, the way Rustblade dead should be burried. I moved the vault rock into locking. I walked up the stairs to the main floor of the temple, my metal boots hitting the concrete. I entered the main floor of the temple. I sat upon the throne, the new, and most likely last, Rustblade Grandmaster. 

I looked upon the metal statue to my left, following the instructions to open the head once only I was left. I looked inside to find twin flame swords and a note. I took both swords, attaching them to both sides of my hips. I opened the note. "My son, if you are reading this, then the rest of the Rustblade have died. Here are my swords, Gehenna & Sehenna. They have served me well. There is a scrapyard near here,- 

"- sell this statue to the owner. We have agreed on a price. Goodbye my son, I love you. - Sincerly, Your Father." I read aloud. I closed the note, placing it to my head before putting it in my armor. I mourned for a bit before picking up the statue. It was that of an old woman in a dress. It was lighter than it should be due to my armor's strength enhancers. I walked out of the temple, then out of the front gates of the park. 

I looked out to the parking lot, the giant metal skyscrapers visible from far. I remembered the location of the junkyard, setting off to the place. I walked along the dirt road that was made by the deceased masters that have traveled this path before. I walked until I came upon a metal bridge. It had fallen into disrepair, only the frame still standing. But the river it crossed was small, so I walked through it. 

Once on the other side, I shook leaches off of my legs. I continued on the path, the sunlight of the day falling low. I finally made it to the junkyard, two large doors facing me. I stepped up to them before knocking. I stood back, the statue at my side. The left door opened a bit for me to see a middle aged man in a red shirt looking out. He saw me before opening the door more, beckoning me inside. 

"Come on kid, I need to get the cash out of the safe, set it where the knomes are." He said walking into some gas station/diner building. I walked over to the knomes and set the statue down. I stood in the open area as I waited. "Hey Denny! We've- who are you!?" A female voice asked. I turned to see group of women in a range of colored clothing. I turned back to the building the person, 'Denny', walked into. 

I think they saw me as no threat because then come close to me. "Uh, hi?" One of them asked. "We have nothing to speak about." I layed out. They were about to speak again when Denny came back with a few wads of cash. "Sorry for the wait. Lock was broken. Here's the $5,000 for the statue." He said, giving me the cash. "Uh, Denny? Who is this?" The one in yellow asked. "A Rustblade." He said. 

"What kind of samurai is that?" One in red asked. "Some samurai clan that lived in the abandoned amusment park nearby. We used to trade before most of them died, leaving the kid to become Grandmaster." He explained. When they looked at me they saw me leaving. "Wait!" The little orange yelled before I closed the gate behind me. I walked to the city, night falling. I walked far before a coming upon a vehicle. 

The texts refered to it as a bus. I walked up to see it filled with children my age, an older man messing with something under it's hood. I walked up to the man, the children watching me, curiously. "Is something the matter sir?" I asked. The man looked at me, on guard incase I was danger. "The battery is out of juice." He explained. I coated my hand with electricity. "Will this do?" I asked him. 

"Yes. Put it to the battery." He said, backing up. I put the electricity into the battery I knew from training. The man nodded to the driver, who started the machine. It roared to life, the hood closing. "Thank you Mr.....?" He droned on. "Rustblade." I told him. "You a hero?" He asked. "I'm not. But Rustblade is my name." I said. "Well Mr. Rustblade, want to come with us to the city? You can get a hero lisence there." The old man said. 

"I do not know why you need a lisence to be a hero, but if it's law, then I will get one." I said. We walked into the bus, sitting down on a open seats. The driver was a middle aged woman who was named Glynda Goodwitch. The old man was named Ozpin. Apparently they were driving their students from a camp when the bus died. They also explained to me that to use my power and weapons, I need lisences. 

I alerted them that I needed to use my power constantly to use my suit. They told me that I was fine until I could obtain some clothing. They also told me that I could do some test to keep my weapons, regardless of any hero lisence. They also told me that I could join their school to get a hero lisence. I agreed. They gave me some test that was written in english. I was given a pencil to answer. 

1: Why do you want to be a hero/huntsman/huntress? To vanquish the darkness. 

2: What are you currently? The new Grandmaster of the Rustblade. The last member. 

3: What are your powers/semblances? Electricity Control. 

4: What are your weapon(s)? Gehenna & Sehenna, duel flame katanas. 

5: Do you have any prior combat expiriance? I've killed a grimm bear. 

I gave the test to Ozpin who told me I was accepted. Some of the children complained along with Goodwitch, but Ozpin and a younger girl in red silenced them. "Would you like to be reffered to as Grandmaster?" Ozpin asked. "Rustblade will surfice." I said. We entered the city, the lights and sounds attracting my attention. We arrived at some giant building called a school. Ozpin lead me to my room, one I'll have to share with another new student. 

I greeted my roomate, a knight who wore heavy armor like me that needed power to activate. She was named Faith Lanchester. She wielded a powerfull mace and shield. She also had the same power as me. We slept on the only bed in there, facing away from each other. 

(1155 Words. Also, here's what Faith looks like + her power armor and weapons: and yes, she's a love intrest.)