Chapter 86 - My SI Stash #86 - The Reluctant Hero by SocialistBukharin (Pre RWBY)

-A SI to Pre RWBY with the future version of Ozma stucked in his head, with the present Ozma stil alive in the vessel of Ozpin the Headmaster.

*He's become sort of an uncle to Ren and Nora. Author honestly reminds me of BANIX, they kind of have the same style which makes the reading better~~

Sypnosis: Remnant sounds like a fun place, right? Well, it isn't! This lowly Author woke up in quite the ugly predicament, one that I am experienced about... theoretically. No survival training, but an undying determination to not die here, I am ready to venture in this world of scary monsters, secret wars and incredibly confusing twists! True-ish Self-Insert and no pairing for me!

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Chapter 1-2 (exceptional)

The wonderful aspect of a reluctant hero is that he or she doesn't have to adhere to any stereotype, such as being incredibly strong or a trained kung-fu master. These can be average guys off the street; indeed, it's often their simple, homespun down-to-earth thinking that saves the day. This ordinariness is an important factor in allowing the audience to understand and bond with the hero.

- Quote from The Art of Game Characters, by Leo Artas.

You know about those stories where people get sent to other worlds, places that you think are fake but eventually turns out that those are actually true, just for the sake of some cosmical mission 'only you' can deal with? That is something that always hits people: escapism in the sweetest form, the kind of drug that no matter how addictive it is, you have to make use of it.

But sometimes escapism isn't as good as we hope, the bleach we ingest the moment we realize that reality will still find a way to make us all miserable. Sometimes the very journey is what makes us feel the worst as we could be detained from our world, kidnapped merely on the whim of some lazy deity with no compassion.

Just give empty words of encouragement, sprinkle in some super-power, and the meat-puppets start to dance like demented madmen.

Am I making sense with these words?

Obviously no one cares about the protagonist, they care about the actions they take, the words that are provided to make them realistic to the n.a.k.e.d eye and... I am incredibly tired.

Sometimes no one wants the isekai, either because the genre turns stale once in a while or because people build up on some emotionless shield for this kind of stuff. A need to preserve what is past, what was good and cherishable.

Am I making sense with these words?

...Maybe I am. But in the moment of agony that follows the sense of realization, the dread that ever-consumes the sanity of someone that merely doesn't care... words stop making sense.

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That is why when I woke up in some shady alley in Mistral, Remnant (The world of RWBY for Pete's sake!), I was quite demoralized. I remembered the things I left undone and the lack of a need to escape to the real world eventually caught up with the childish awe and wonder of being somewhere far from trouble.

Imagine my discomfort when I learned I was now going to die. The kind of death that is not bestowed upon those who had their bodies destroyed, obliterated, or butchered, but the one of the mind, of the soul.

When I heard the voice of Ozpin questioning my current whereabouts, I felt nauseated at the mere idea of what I was facing. The Wizard lived, the previous host's soul didn't. When would it happen? I didn't know but at least it wasn't an innocent fifteen years old Oscar Pine going to face the tribulations of this sickening predicament.

The numbness caused by the situation vanished the same moment I felt the rain fall calmly around me, droplets reaching my skin and 'waking' me up. My body was cold, I was wearing light clothing and it was easy to get the chills. I blamed my previous introverted lifestyle but...

I was fine. The three words that made the world go 'round. We are all fine.

I bet whoever left me in this predicament expects me to merrily go on the jolly path to Canon, to face the great threats placed by Salem and... kill everyone. When the news reached my ears, that the protagonists were hellbent to reunite the relics...

I will not commit a genocide. I will not partake in any mass-murdering for the sake of someone being unable to face their ex-wife with normal procedures. A spineless coward that used humanity by manipulating them all to rush and die in front of an enemy that could easily be contained.

That is why a new resolve built up as I walked away from the darkness of the alley, my mind set to the opposite way of Haven. I could feel something lashing furiously within my core, trying to steal the control over my body and... failing.

While Oscar and other previous hosts might have been unaware of Ozpin's slow climb through their defences, in an attempt to fully takeover their bodies one step at the time, I was fully aware, conscious and quite opposed to it.

So when I felt him trying to get a grip over my soul... I just shook him off. While this might sound overly-simple, I was surprised a bit myself over the easy process too. His voice turned into a whisper, possibly because the attempt may have been a drain on his limited reserves.

I smiled, my mind sounding clearer than before as I walked out of the village, my eyes glancing at the small signpost few meters away from the path I was walking into.

Oniyuri - 10km

Oh joy, I was going to have quite the march in front of me.

From this point onward, I decided to tune out my usual negativity, just to give myself an advantage of not getting stalked by any Grimm. How did I manage this?

When I start to sing calmly something that is as good as it is positive, my mind switches to a more cheerful mood.

So, picking up the pace and smiling tentatively, I started to hum the marching song and then...

I was singing loudly, completely whisking away my sense of self-preservation, just to have something to break the nerve-wracking development.

After half an hour of exhausting my knowledge of marching songs, I found myself staring at a distant settlement in the horizon. If I was being honest, Oniyuri wasn't a place I knew much about, being that it was used as the battleground of RNJR + Qrow versus Tyrian.

Maybe I should have picked the known trail, risked encountering RNJR and... and then got shafted because Ozpin would be able to do something with that situation. The fear of getting caught, of being forced to do the most heinous thing, was unacceptable for my fervent sense of making things right by my own word.

No Gods. No Ozpin and no Salem. I wanted things to be whole once more. I wanted to make humanity survive the incoming storm and...

And I seriously wanted to destroy the silly mentality that those Dumbledore-lookalikes are the only ones capable of subverting the chess board to their advantage.

No more chess for y'all. Play some fun checkers without using your tactics on real people.

I had avoided all contact with the inhabitants of the village I woke up in and I was thankful that I spared the smallest of glances to memorize their features. Just a reminder, I repeated within my mind as I continued to ignore the ranting of the manipulator within my skull, to remember that I was in the right, that I had a lone duty for those people.

No one above my head or station telling me what to do. Just poor, little me and my idea of salvation. Was I being egocentric? Just a little, but who isn't in this story?

Who is really the protagonist here? Ruby? Jaune? ZWEI?!

Actually, speaking of protag-related issues, it was genuinely unnerving how the path I had taken had been lacking any sort of... monstrous obstacles. Maybe it was because I was walking in an open field, a place where ambushes were pretty much useless for simple-minded creatures like the Grimm or maybe...

Maybe Salem was playing her strategies like chess too. It would explain how and why only a few zones were considered dangerous and why those were places with a high number of hunters. Like Huntsmen Academies.

That would explain the Emerald Forest but... meh. There was too little to truly say what was the cause of the quite uneventful trip and frankly, I loved being this lucky once in a while and I didn't want to jinx myself.

Speaking of deserted places, Oniyuri looked every bit like a real ghost town. No Grimm, no humans and I hardly doubt there were any bandits hanging around for some looting. As I entered the place, I could feel the absurdity of my current predicament sinking in my brain.

I could try to raid this kind of places being that I was quite alone and far too weak compared to a larger number of battle-hardened criminals to be considered worth of notice.

Plus I was quite sure that the reason Salem knew where Ozzie was it was mostly thanks to his open contact with Lionheart.

Without that, my current whereabouts were effectively unknown to the Witch and her clique. Bad thing was that I was effectively deprived of any way of communicating with people without getting noticed by her. So I was pretty much stuck in forced isolation for the sake of survival.

What a good way to die...

Yet my overly-positive thoughts were instantly crushed the moment I reached a large, warehouse-like building and opened it.

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I walked by one of the seemingly infinite crates filling the storage space of this place and blinked numbly at the words written on the visible tag: "7.62mm."

The following two minutes were spent looking left and right at the various tags visible from the entrance. There were Dust crystals, ammunition, some standard guns, several assault rifles and two snipers, and several crates with food, clothes and medical equipment.

Did I just stumbled into heaven?

I mean, I couldn't see any junkfood around but... I could live with the steaks preserved in simple plastic bags and the water bottles inside some of the boxes.

Part of me questioned the possibility of ditching my mission to 'save the world' and just settle there until I had the resources to survive.

I could live off of what was here, even start some small plantation of tomatoes and apples with the more than enough seeds in the warehouse. But then I would be too entrenched to escape a surprise assault from Salem.

The woman, while unaware of my current whereabouts, was still capable of launching a full scouting operation with Nevermores and landed Grimm to search through Mistral. It was best for me to leave the place as fast as possible... but I would have to also ditch the delightful things there.

It was in that moment that I felt an annoying sparkle coming from the window reach my eyes. I turned to see the cause of this unholy and unneeded sight and... it was there.

It was a truck, nothing particularly recognizable from back home but it had the form only a truck could have. Some bits were rusty but... it seemed to be still in working order.

Wasting no time, I went outside to see if it had fuel and... it was ready to go. The fuel tank was full and it seemed that nothing had ruined the highly-flammable liquid.

Before trying to do anything, I gave a quick look around the proximity of the warehouse, the sudden suspicion that someone could still be around and could be waiting to ambush me quite the ugly theory created by my paranoia.

I sighed in relief when my patrol found no one, thus confirming that the vehicle lacked a dangerous owner to deal with. The cool engine was further evidence that the vehicle had been unused for God knows how much time.

My mood improved even more as I found the trailer empty and ready to be filled with what I needed for my little trip to escape Mistral.

Rolling up my sleeves, I went back inside the warehouse and started to push the first box outside. My new plan was to get the heck away from that place with the crates in tow.

It took me around four hours of strong moving to get every single box inside the truck, taking few breaks along the way as my body was unfit for that kind of workout. Sitting in the driver's seat, I turned on the vehicle and I was delighted by sound of the engine showing life.

A smile finally crept out of my depression-induced shield as the engine didn't fuss too much and was purring. It would seem that today was my lucky day!

As I moved out of the small alley, I steered myself towards the main road that led towards the southern end of the settlement, ready to properly start my jolly trip across Mistral and into Vale while hoping to not run into those I was actively trying to avoid.

But seriously, how should I have known that I had two intruders aboard at the time!?

AN

This is important as it will underline the tones of this story. While Ozpin is lurking within my mind and I woke up in Mistral...the 'when' is NOT the one everyone thinks it is. Expect some early angst, an incredible show of camping skills and life-long path for a different story.

Still! The bets for who is hiding in the truck are on! Who will make the right guess?

Diary of a Straight Dude is going to be continued but... this story will serve to show something else. The reason that story was created was because of my inner need to explain the crappiness of a story with quick pairings, lacking explanations about their existance.

This one? This is going to be the real deal: crude and pretty!

Lastly, this protagonist is ME! Finally the author is thrown in the fray to deal with the madness of true SI. Reasons behind my attitude will be given along the way and.. I will not answer any question about it. It's already planned to be given in the form of chapter so... meh.

P.S. I admit there is somekind of inspiration from Coeur Al'aran 'Relic of the Future', but I am not copying from it. Quite the opposite if I have to be honest and... next chapter will shed some light around my mysterious tones. (I know, cliffhangers are bad and I hate leaving cliffhangers, but it will be a fun ride!)

EDIT: This chapter has been Beta-Readed by: Goose!

Chapter 2

"Every day above ground is a good day." – Tony Montana

It's been several hours since I left Oniyuri and the muddy trail I was driving through was starting to get annoying-

*Bump*

I scowled as the truck found another hole in the ground, my nerves unwilling to let go of that forebonding sense of dread that was starting to be noticeably influencing my features.

The sky had started to darken up and the lack of a proper illumination along the path was adding up with my already rusty driving skills.

Sure, I knew how to properly drive old stuff with manual gearboxes but my capacity lied only on normal cars as I have never needed to use a truck in my life.

Uneasiness about possible major differences between the two kinds of vehicles slowly unraveled the moment I found no particular issue with my current disposition.

Now that I was driving straight lines and not trying to turn crazy corners I was fine, but I was starting to get annoyed the barely visible track.

The headlights gave me a limited glimpse of the road ahead but I was worried of ending up to attract Grimm with my ever-growing distress.

*Bump*

I scowled again, this time barely caring for the umpteenth hole trying to bruise the tires but thankfully failing to accomplish that. My attention moved to the small radio device built-in the truck.

It was curiosity that urged me to see what kind of programs were in Remnant and to see how the world was faring with Beacon's fall.

So I turned it on and-

"Mistral Grand Museum opens a new gallery for the 'Kestrel Renaissance' this Tuesday-"

I sighed as I could barely digest art-related news of this kind, but much to my chagrin the following five channels were still about the Musem's gallery or some interviews with some artist.

I had thought that Mistral would have been more concerned about Vale having fallen to the Grimm-

"General Feldgrau has finally announced that the Vytal Festival will be held in Atlas just like the Vytal Commission had requested early this year. The Atlesian Council-"

...Wasn't Atlas supposedly going have locked down everything because of what had just happened in Vale?! What is going on?

There is something wrong with those news.

I tried to ignore Ozpin's voice but... there was something wrong indeed.

No shit.

I remember the event as I had pressed it to happen but-

Right in that exact moment, I switched to another channel, trying to get more clues on what was going on and... I found my answer.

"After winning yesterday's Grand Capital Tournament for the thirteenth time, Peleus Nikos has announced his wish of retiring from competitions to focus more on his family in Argus. Is this the end of the Nikos' golden age or are we going to see a continuation thanks to his daughter, Pyrrha (7)? There had been some inclinations from the child to follow her father's footsteps in previous interviews-"

Oh my God, we are in the past!

That means that every single plan I had prepared for the whole Volume 4 to 6 was scrapped forever... man, it truly sucks to have efforts thrown in the trashcan.

Oh, do tell me about it.

But yours suck from the very beginning, when you are merely forming the idea behind them. Actually, why you sound so calm at the situation?

While this is indeed an unique predicament, I do think that having experience with Magic and Godly beings has made my capacity to be shellshocked quite... abysmal.

Oh my, I almost felt bad for that.

*Bump*

My attention returned back to the real world, panic surging as I saw it. Black fur, lanky and inhuman limbs and a snarling skull-like face.

I had just the time to yelp as the creature jumped right by the closest door to my seat and thrusted its claw through the small window deep inside the driving cabin.

Now you would expect me to dodge this without any itch and... you would be wrong.

I barely managed to move away from the bone-like, sharp claws, just enough to avoid any killing blow but still getting some damage.

I flinched and started to tremble, a noticeably gash on the side of my head forming at the contact and my left hand was pressing on the injury, trying to stop the blood from pouring too fast out of it.

Its growl and snarling muzzle was enough to keep me from fainting as my hand started to search and pick what I had placed for this kind of predicaments.

The short-muzzled shotgun was something I had never used in my life- scratch that, I have never used a gun ever.

I would have said FPSs matter as experience but- It wasn't the moment. I grasped the pellet-loaded gun and c.o.c.ked its hole at the Beowulf, its maws open and ready to take a bite at my body.

*Blam*

The dust-powered pellet pierced throught its head, dark matter forcibly removed from the exposed weakpoint as the monster died instantly at the shot.

My back slammed on the other end of the cabin, the kick of the gun being something new as I had forgotten to put some better hold over it.

Dropping the shotgun, I didn't wait for the Grimm to fully dematerialise as I returned to the wheel and pressed my feet as hard as I could on the gas pedal. Beowulves hunted in packs and I was going slow enough for any other monster to jump in and finish the job.

The truck's pace doubled and I saw from the small mirrors that showed the trailer, several other creatures trying to jump and latch at the white, smooth texture but ending up to fail because of the sturdy material of the trailer and the friction of the high speed the vehicle was going.

The rapid pace continued for a while, adrenaline being the only thing keeping me from collapsing on the wheel.

This- This is bad. The hand on the wound was wet, red and starting to pale a little. I felt some form of tiredness slowly taking over and-

I needed to find some refuge. A place where to stay for the night and get enough peace to apply the medicines in the trailer.

I felt relief the moment the truck's headlights illuminated the signpost that showed a proper place to rest.

Gekkeiju - 2KM

Not a location known to my limited RWBY lore but good enough to see if I could get some proper hospitalisation. Sure, I hate hospitals but I needed some serious look over the wound.

I was no expert on the matter, but the injury hardly seemed like a flesh wound and my thoughts were starting to sound scrambled the more time passed.

At least Ozpin had decided to tune out from the situation, I don't know if for respect or more plotting on his part.

Gekkeiju was another abandoned settlement and this development was met with mixed emotions.

I was left to deal with my injuries alone and with my rudimental medical skills, but I didn't have to explain to any authority why I had a truck without proper doc.u.mentation filled with guns and bullets.

I didn't look around the deserted city, my attention brought by a large building I had spotted from afar as I approached the town. It looked like a factory... but there was nothing inside from what I could see from the open gates.

Groaning a little, I started to slowly manouver the vehicle to enter inside the building.

The moment I was sure the full length of the truck was inside, I turned it off and went to close the gates, the task becoming quite tiring because of having one arm available for the job.

Speaking of the injury, as I started to walk toward the vehicle, my legs gave up and I fell on my knees.

I was tired, incredibly tired and yet I needed to g-get up and get some medicines.

Limping towards the trailer, I slowly opened its doors and I blinked.

The pink-eyed child with black hair blinked back.

Oh. "H-Hello?"

Lie Ren merely stared, not a word uttered in reply to my greeting as his eyes wandered back to the hand clutching my wound, surprise building up the moment he realised I was injured.

"I-I have to get some medicines- I am not going to hurt you but-" I paused the instant I spotted another head appearing from behind the boxes. "Oh, you have a f-friend."

Seeing that the conversation was going nowhere, I slowly stepped inside and went to the small box with the red cross symbol on it and picked the objects I needed.

A bottle of rubbing alcohol, few bandages, some cotton wool and a healing cream and a pair of trauma shears.

While I never experienced this kind of cuts before, I knew the procedures of dealing with head's injuries after... that unpleasant 'accident'.

First thing first, cutting the hair around the wound. I would have tried to find a mirror to help me in the step, I decided to not waste that kind of time.

Slowly but steadily, I managed to remove most of the black hair around the spot, giving me the opportunity to go forward with the procedure.

Grabbing some of the cotton, I applied some alcohol to it and gave it a short glance, gulping nervously as I started to tampon the area of the wound.

Some pained hisses left my throat but... I couldn't skip this step as I needed to make sure the wound wasn't getting infected during the recovery.

Finally I grabbed the healing cream and started to softly apply it on the gash, the cool sensation it was giving now sending shivers to my spine. It was quite the interesting feeling.

Lastly, I unraveled some of the medical bandage and applied it around my head, the rest of the cotton placed right between the bandage and the skin where the wound was.

Having completed the procedure, I let a tired sigh loudly out of my mouth and turned my attention back to the two children.

Nora's blue eyes were fixed at the bandages around my head, childish wonder hidden in her orbs.

Ren was still staring at me. His pink eyes trained at my face, waiting for me to do something, anything that would be remotely considered dangerous for him and his friend.

"I suppose that you have been told to not talk to strangers..." I mused out-loud, the children still silent but I could see some minor reaction at my words. "Then I will introduce myself."

"My name is John Bukharin and my current destination is Vale." I said calmly.

The boy frowned at my faux name, seeing that it didn't match the standard color/element naming system.

I bet my real one would have brought even more confusion, considering that it is quite hard to pronounce and memorise.

Nora blinked and her lips moved silently, repeating my name before nodding to herself. "I am Nora." Then she pointed at her friend, Ren now staring at her. "And this is Renny."

I nodded, keeping just a small smile in my face as I fought off the need to squeal of a chibi Nora. While she looked a shadow of her future self, she had that kind of adorable, squeaky voice only a monster wouldn't love to hear.

"Nora-" The introvert child whispered, trying to chide the girl but failing as he kept glancing my way.

"So, Nora and Ren." I hummed quietly before nodding again. "Nice to meet you both."

The Valkyrie smiled a little while the boy merely sighed in defeat at the circ.u.mstance.

Before I could further ask more questions, my stomach gave a loud rumble.

A small blush spread in my cheeks at the embarrassing noise but much to my surprise, the loud rumble was followed by two smaller ones. I looked at the two children, Nora patting her belly while Ren looked away in embarrassment.

"Well, I suppose I will start to make something for dinner." I moved to leave the trailer but paused just a moment. "Any preferences?"

The girl shook her head in negative while Ren looked pensive for a while. "I... I would like something with vegetables."

"Then I will make some nice salad for you, Ren, I think I saw some ingredients to make a very delicious one." I replied with a smile, the child merely nodding at my comment but letting the ghost of a smile appear in his visage.

While Nora seemed to trust people a lot easier than her friend, Ren's inherent paranoia wasn't truly wrong. If I had taken the brunt of his traumatic experience, I would hardly let anyone sweet-talk me out to backstab me.

As I started to prepare the cooking instrument on the cold floor of the factory, my mind returned to trace the lines of my future plans.

Staying in Vale for too long would be a bad choice, especially with Past!Ozpin (Still I had to understand how there were two Ozpins) still ruling from his high tower.

I hear that Atlas is a nice place nowadays.

AN

I am in the Past! And there are two Ozpins to face off (The fun has been doubled!)...

Ren and Nora, two adorbs kids to spoil and take care of!

And before asks yes, this happens prior to Summer's dead so... she might die like she might survive for some random shenanigans.

Lastly I would like to point out two things in the story:

1) The 'Accident' is something that has really happened when I was a little kid. Let's just say that I had to have an emergency surgery and I remember the particulars of that day because... pain;

2) My name is really hard to pronounce and it has little reference to colors or fables so yes, faux name for now but I will see if it will be revealed off-camera or not.

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