A Downward Arc...

Despite your best prayers for salvation and despite making plans to be better, your aerial trip towards the forest was as unrelenting and unstoppable as nature itself.

As you saw a tree zooming closer to you, you braced for impact.

Fortunately for you, your trajectory was just off enough that you did not hit it dead center, emphasis on dead. Unfortunately for you, you were unable to avoid it entirely, and with the speed you were making, you crashed into some branches, snapping them off and only taking a little of your speed with it.

And then you hit some more branches. And then some more. And then more.

Each crash into the fauna took some speed off of your body. But because your aura was never unlocked, you felt every smack and snap and crunch of your body bearing the full brunt of the trauma.

Eventually you haphazardly flew into enough trees that when you finally hit one straight, you just flopped down to the ground, unharmed by gravity itself.

You tried to get up, but the pain was unbearable. You couldn't tell for sure, but you were certain that the bones in your arms and legs were broken in multiple places. As a result, your body refused to listen when you told it to move, to get up, to do something other than be still.

Oh, this was great! Just great! How were you supposed to become a huntsman if you couldn't even pick yourself back up after a bad fall!? This was just pathetic! ...Maybe Dad was right. They were both right. You weren't meant to be a huntsman. You weren't meant to leave the village. You should've just stayed home with everyone else and minded the shop with Mom.

You laid there in the dirt, struggling to move your broken limbs, when the worst possible thing happened: Grimm. Surrounding your body was a plethora of Grimm, from a Nevermore to a Boarbatusk to an Ursa to even a Beowolf or two.

It seems that between your fear while flying, your pain while crashing, and your despair while lying on the ground, you radiated enough negative emotions to attract quite a few monsters to your location. You could hear the sounds of fighting nearby, most likely someone who saw all these Grimm in one location and figured something bad was happening, but it didn't matter. There were too many and you were too stationary. As the Grimm began converging upon you, you just closed your eyes.

This was your reward. You lied to Beacon and said you were more qualified than you really were. You stole your father's sword. You cheated your way into a school you had no business being in. As a result, you were about to become nothing but a free meal to a bunch of soulless beasts.

At least you got to meet some really cool people before you bit the bullet. Shame that you couldn't do more with them.