RWBY: Oscar the gamer

Oscar and Qrow were on the train, ready to head back too Mistral as Oscar looked at Qrow.

Qrow then shut Oscar before he spoke. "No we are not taking about".

Oscar blinked as he spoke. "What do you mean".

Qrow then looked as he continued. "We are not taking about the fact, a fucking Baby has Divin Skill that is locked and probably will be unlocked when he becomes 4".

Oscar sighed, leaning back in his seat. "I mean… doesn't that kinda raise a few questions? Like, a lot of questions?"

Qrow groaned, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, it does. And I don't wanna think about it." He pulled out his flask, took a swig, then pointed a finger at Oscar. "Kid, listen. Some things are just too damn weird, even for us. And a baby having the potential to shoot a god through the skull? That's up there."

Oscar crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "So we just ignore it?"

"Yes."

"Even though—"

"Yes."

Oscar huffed but decided to let it go for now. He looked out the window as the landscape blurred past. "So, what's the plan when we get back?"

Qrow leaned back, looking at the ceiling. "First? Making sure you don't get into more trouble. Second? Finding out what the hell Ozpin's next steps are. Third? Drinking. A lot."

Oscar chuckled. "Of course."

The train continued on its path toward Mistral, the awkward silence between them unspoken agreement. They were absolutely not talking about this.

Qrow then looked as then spoke. "Also you better be training that Kid in the future".

Oscar blinked. "Wait, me? Why do I have to train him?"

Qrow gave him a deadpan look. "Because you somehow got a weakened version of his skill just by being near him. If that kid unlocks Divine Archery at four, someone needs to make sure he doesn't accidentally shoot a bird out of the sky from across the damn continent."

Oscar rubbed his face. "Great. So now I have to babysit a future god-tier archer?"

Qrow smirked. "Welcome to my life, kid."

Oscar groaned, leaning back in his seat. "I swear, my life just keeps getting weirder."

Qrow clapped him on the shoulder. "Get used to it. We're hunters. Weird is in the job description."

Qrow then looked as he spoke. "So what will you do after going back to your farm, before going back to Beacon".

Oscar looked as he spoke. "Max out Sword Mastery by creating my own sword Technique".

Qrow blinke as he looked at him. "Don't you already he that Infernal Edge".

Oscar looked at him as he spoke. "The system doesn't count that, sense I technically used the dungeon too make, I need to make one purely by my self, I have an idea in mind but I don't think will work".

Qrow looked at him as he raised an eyebrow as he spoke. "Really, what is gonna be like".

Oscar smiled as he spoke. "It is a suprise".

Qrow leaned back in his seat, raising an eyebrow. "A surprise, huh? You better not be planning something too flashy, Oscar. I've seen what happens when you get too ambitious with those fancy techniques."

Oscar grinned. "Don't worry, it'll be controlled. I've learned my lesson from the Infernal Edge."

Qrow scoffed. "Yeah, well, lesson learned or not, you're still going to have to deal with the fallout when things inevitably go wrong. You know the drill."

Oscar nodded. "I'll make sure it doesn't blow up in my face... hopefully." He smirked, adding, "If it does, I'll blame you for not warning me enough."

Qrow snorted. "You've got a one-track mind, you know that?" He sighed and leaned forward, his tone growing more serious. "Just... be careful, alright? That technique of yours, this whole 'maxing out Sword Mastery' thing, it might sound like a fun challenge, but remember what you're dealing with. You're pushing the limits for a reason."

Oscar nodded thoughtfully. "I know. But sometimes, the only way to grow is to go past those limits." He glanced out the window, watching the scenery blur as the train sped towards Mistral. "And besides, if I don't try, I'll never know if I can succeed."

Qrow chuckled dryly. "Sounds like you're starting to think like me. That's either a good sign or a bad one."

Oscar gave him a teasing smile. "Well, I figured I might as well follow the footsteps of a guy who clearly knows what he's doing."

Qrow rolled his eyes. "Just don't get too full of yourself. You're still just a kid with a really big sword." He grinned. "But I'll give you this—if anyone can pull it off, it's probably you."

Meanwhile in Atlest in the training room was Weiss was trying to his Isaac who had turned into a white Wyvern Grimm, she has summoned her knight as he then pinned her down and destroyed her knight, as then he transformed back.

Isaac looked at her as he spoke. "You getting better but why don't you summon your other Summons, I mean you have killed Grimm in Beacon right."

Weiss then spoke in frustration. "I am trying, I am trying, I am trying but they are rejecting my Summons".

Isaac looked at her as he spoke. "Explain, I don't have the same semblance as you and the main family".

Weiss looked as she explained. "I don't know, when I try to summon a Grimm they rejected my summons".

Isaac tilted his head slightly, observing Weiss closely. "So, you're saying the Grimm you've killed, the ones you should be able to summon, aren't responding at all? Not even a flicker of recognition?"

Weiss nodded, frustration clear in her voice. "Exactly. I thought with my bloodline and everything that I could pull it off, but... nothing. It's like they're rejecting me entirely. I've tried using all my usual techniques, but no matter what I do, they just—refuse to come."

Isaac took a step back, crossing his arms. "Hmm. That's interesting. You've got the right blood, the right power, and the right mindset. It shouldn't be this hard."

Weiss sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping. "I don't understand what's wrong. My Semblance, my control over the ice—it should work, but it's like something's blocking it. It's frustrating. If I can't call upon them, how can I get stronger?"

Isaac paced for a moment, deep in thought. "Maybe... it's not about the how but the why. You're trying to summon Grimm you've already killed, but what if the problem isn't about your ability to summon them? What if it's about the connection? Maybe those particular Grimm aren't meant to be summoned by you anymore. They're not just things to control—they were your enemies."

Weiss looked at him in confusion. "So you're saying... I can't summon the ones I've killed?"

Isaac stopped pacing and turned to face her. "I'm saying that summoning something as dangerous as a Grimm requires more than just power. It's about a balance. If you killed them in battle—maybe they've severed the link between you. They're not going to be some mindless tool for you to command just because you want them to be. There's something deeper at play here."

Weiss was silent for a long moment, considering his words. "You think I need to be... connected to them again? Like, have some kind of bond or understanding?"

Isaac shrugged, a faint smirk on his lips. "That's one way to look at it. Or maybe, you've got to stop seeing them as just tools for battle. Try thinking about the nature of what you're trying to summon. Are you truly ready to command them? To wield them as they once were, in life or in death?"

Weiss narrowed her eyes, her thoughts swirling. "So you're saying I need to... reframe my relationship with them? Maybe even respect them in a way I didn't before?"

Isaac nodded. "Exactly. Sometimes power isn't just about control. It's about understanding, respecting, and even acknowledging the forces you're trying to manipulate."

He smirked a little, his tone lightening. "And you're lucky. You've got the potential to be great with those summons. Don't let a few setbacks throw you off."

Weiss stood up, her determination reigniting. "You're right. I won't let this stop me." She looked at Isaac, a spark of challenge in her eyes. "I'll figure this out. Just watch me."

Isaac chuckled, crossing his arms. "I've no doubt about that. Just don't blow the training room up while you're at it, okay?"

Weiss grinned, walking toward the center of the room. "No promises."

Weiss looked as she spoke. "How exactly does your Grimm work".

Isaac was ready to leave the training room as he looked back at her. "Anything I kill I transform into a White Version of one, the reason I have so many transformation, is Because me and the rest of Team C.R.I.M killed a lot of Grimm in our First Year of Beacons, Especially the amount of Grimm Crimson weaked and allows me to do the finishing blow".

Weiss raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the explanation. "So, you... transform into a Grimm every time you kill one? That's quite an unusual power, but it makes sense now why you've got so many forms."

Isaac nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, it's definitely got its uses. At first, it was just me killing a few Grimm here and there, but after Team C.R.I.M's first year, it became more than just a trick. With Crimson's ability to weaken them, I could finish them off quicker, and over time, it gave me the chance to adapt and harness their forms. Each transformation is like a souvenir, you could say."

Weiss looked thoughtful, her fingers tapping against the hilt of her rapier. "But does that mean you've never truly mastered these forms? Since every time you transform, you're essentially adopting a new power with no guarantee of control?"

Isaac's smirk softened into something a bit more serious as he considered her question. "That's one of the tricky parts. Every transformation is a learning curve. The power's there, but the control is up to me. And with each new form, I need to figure out how to maintain my sense of self while wielding the Grimm's abilities. Sometimes, it's easy. Other times, it takes a lot more effort to stay grounded."

Weiss looked impressed. "That sounds exhausting, actually. But I suppose it's a bit of a double-edged sword. You gain a ton of power, but with that comes the challenge of balancing everything you absorb."

Isaac chuckled darkly. "Exactly. It's not as glamorous as it might seem. You can imagine what it's like when you're trying to transform back after having absorbed a massive Grimm form. But that's the nature of this power—learn to control it, or it controls you."

Weiss's eyes narrowed as she thought about his words. "I wonder what would happen if you lost control. Would you still be you, or would you become the Grimm?"

Isaac's expression grew serious for a moment. "I'd rather not find out. That's the risk I take every time I use this power. The line between me and the monsters I fight is razor-thin, and it's a fine balance to walk."

Weiss's tone softened. "I see. It's not just about what you can do—it's about keeping yourself intact while doing it."

Isaac nodded. "Exactly. And that's why I've got to stay sharp. Otherwise, one of these days, I might be too far gone to come back."

Weiss, despite her frustration with her own struggles, felt a little bit of respect for Isaac's journey. "Well, sounds like we both have our own hurdles to overcome."

Isaac gave her a sideways glance. "Yeah, but at least you're not turning into a monster every time you kill something."

Weiss smirked. "I'd rather not be a Grimm at all, thank you very much."

Isaac smiled, his usual playful demeanor returning. "Fair enough, Princess. But hey, don't let me keep you from figuring out how to summon your little army. Just remember—sometimes the bond with what you summon can make all the difference."

Weiss nodded, her mind already turning as she went back to her practice. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks... for the advice."

Isaac gave a casual wave as he turned toward the door. "Anytime." He then exited the room, leaving Weiss alone with her thoughts and the challenge ahead.

Isaac then patted Weiss on the head. "Come let's Go my little cousin, Mon probably has finished making dinner".

Weiss looked at her cousin, as he saw him walked passed she didn't know why but Him and her Aunt and Uncle were more of family to her then her actual family

Weiss stood there for a moment, watching Isaac's retreating figure as he walked ahead. His casual confidence, his care for her despite everything—there was something so comforting about it. As she stood there, her hand absentmindedly brushed over her head where he had patted her. It was a gesture so simple, yet it resonated with her in a way she didn't expect.

Isaac, with his teasing and easygoing nature, reminded her of the family she never had the chance to fully connect with. Her parents had always been distant, more focused on their status than on raising her. But Isaac's family, his Aunt and Uncle, had always been there for her—welcoming and warm, despite the complications of her own past. It was strange, in a way, that her own blood relatives felt so far removed compared to Isaac and his.

She followed him down the hallway, the faint sound of her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. For a brief moment, she let her guard down. No responsibilities, no expectations—just family, even if it wasn't what she had always imagined. And with Isaac, it felt like home.

By the time she reached the dining room, Isaac was already pulling out a chair, his usual grin in place as he gestured for her to sit. "Come on, Weiss. You're family here. No need to stand on ceremony."

Weiss sat down at the table, her earlier unease slipping away. "Thanks, Isaac," she murmured quietly, almost as if the words themselves carried more meaning than they ever had before.

Isaac smiled back, pulling his own chair out. "Anytime, Weiss. You're not just my cousin, you're family."

As Mon and the rest of the team gathered around the table, Weiss found herself appreciating the warmth of the meal in front of her more than she ever had before. In this moment, she realized that the bond they shared wasn't just about blood—it was about trust, care, and those small, everyday moments that made them feel like home.

To be continued

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