Unknown girl

Finally, the last memories were sorted out and viewed. The cinema area disappeared and I could not return there. Now I was alone with the world without the prism of the screen. The body carried only my will, there was still a problem with the battle, but this was solved by practice.

A little late, but let me introduce myself. The John "Fox" Faust, the guy once had a good life in a village without problems, near a dust mine. And to a great surprise, the father and mother of this body were alive and well, along with an older brother and an older sister.

The tragic backstory never happened. The Fausts are a good family, with some history and wealth. They weren't Schnees, but they were head and shoulders above the average citizen.

Fausts are hereditary blacksmiths who know the secrets of melting dust and metal in a special form. Faust weapons are prized by Hunters and are considered top-notch killing weapons. They are made exclusively to order.

But why did this asshole decide to go to Beacon rather than pursue a successful and safe career as a craftsman?

He was fucking bored. The bastard was great at his family's craftsmanship, picking up blacksmithing skills easily and handling tools well, but he couldn't keep his attention on the forge for more than an hour.

He had talent, but lacked perseverance and motivation. In the end, he told his father that he did not want to be involved in family affairs and wanted to become a hunter.

And the father said okay. And here I am. At Beacon. What a fucking joke.

Metal Fury was created by me on my own and the father did not skimp on weapons for his son, giving high-quality materials and not sparing secrets. This ax was a beautiful and strong weapon of war, the Beowulfs were oil to him.

And suddenly the lack of ranged combat became clear. The chains turned out to be more complex than it seemed at first glance. The chains attached to the axes were not forged, but created by me.

Semblance. The special ability of the soul allowed the guy to create metal, the properties of which he could freely manipulate. He created the chains over the course of a month, and then improved them for almost a year.

I could increase or decrease the weight of the chains, change their size, make them stretch like rubber, make them faster, or make them freeze in one position. Every action required an aura. Controlling the chains as if by telekinesis practically did not require an aura.

With chains and axes, everything within 60 feet around the guy could be nailed down with chains or a sharp axe. And if the enemy is at a long distance, the chain link disintegrates and the projectile flies at the enemy at supersonic speed, and then returns to its place. This technique required about 5 percent of the aura, so Former Faust liked to simply run up to the enemy himself and deal with him with chains.

Finally, the time came when I could live independently in the world of Remnant without fear of being branded as having schizophrenia. This could not but please me.

A nice addition was my bank account and I spent some of the money on promoting the application in Vail and Beacon. Vail's news was received favorably by Hunter-Friends. In Beacon itself, quite a few users appeared who created their own view of the life of a Beacon student and hunter, increasing the amount of content for information-hungry ordinary people.

Another week passed and the number of Images was replenished with several more pretty sexy photos, but a problem arose, how to use this power over timid girls?

I couldn't leave Beacon. I didn't have time to date! The fucking workload of being a freshman at Beacon. It was the first month of school and the teachers set the bar for themselves, to show the young hunters that they must all endure, learn and suffer.

The unfamiliar girl continued to send me different photographs of varying degrees of eroticism. She never showed her face, but her tits are well preserved in my head, as are the 15 photos on my scroll.

But today something had to change and it wasn’t even in my brilliant plans. Tonight was one of those evenings that the CFVY team spent communicating, cohesiveness and trying to get to know each other a little better.

Living together brought us closer together, but Coco decided, and we agreed, that it would be useful to spend Tuesday evening exploring each other’s hobbies and spending time together.

And it was a special day, besides the fact that I was finally behind the wheel and could be the hero myself, my own story. Today it was my turn to demonstrate my hobby.

The order was chosen randomly, we drew lots from Coco's hat. The first was Coco herself, the second was Velvet, the third would be me, Yatsu was lucky to be the last.

We spent the evening looking at fashion magazines and putting together a STYLE on First Tuesday. We then got busy taking photos on the second Tuesday, there was only one camera and Velvet was a little awkward, but it was fun.

And now it was my turn.