Ex la Sventura(RWBY/Campione)-1

Campione.

An Italian word that meant 'champion'. For those who lived a normal life, it was meaningless and insignificant. To those who knew of what laid in the shadows of the so called normal world, it was a word that could elicit several feelings.

Respect. Awe. Admiration. Uncertainty. Ambition. Anger. Hatred. And above any of those…

Fear.

All of these feelings were directed to those who laid claim to the title of Campione for there was only one way to earn the title. To challenge the impossible. To be above others. To be willing to break the fundamental rules of creation itself and to go against those who ruled the cosmos.

It was to kill a god.

Only those who managed that impossibility held the right to be called Campione. And in doing so, they would usurp a portion of the power of the god they killed; making them a god in all but name. And that's when the fear of the people came in.

The knowledge of beings that were powerful enough to kill gods, and become even more powerful by doing so, but could remain on the mortal realm with no issue unlike the gods meant one thing. That there were walking disasters among them.

In order to not incur the wrath of these walking disasters, and maybe even curry some favor with them, the people decided to declare Campiones as 'Kings' and treated them as such. Every Campione was considered to be the king of the land they lived for all those that mattered, their smallest whims being more important than the decisions of the mortal rulers of the lands. This was a decision made around thousand years ago due to the actions of a single Campione.

The Supreme Ruler of Asia. A Campione that rampaged throughout the Asia and killed seven gods before vanishing from the sight of the people. Starting from the Land of the Rising Sun, to the Western Xia dynasty, to Gahadavala dynasty and finally back to the Land of the Rising Sun once more. The mad Campione killed four Shinto, one Taoist and four Hindu deities and made the mankind realize why they should fear a Campione.

The reason for such rampage, none knew. The people merely made one unanimous decision about this Campione after his disappearance, to wipe his name out of history and pray that their appeasement would lead to no other Campione taking his path.

And that Campione was...

"Huh, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore."

...in the middle of a forest.

"Guess I kinda messed up with those calculations." He said with a sigh and decided that simply standing in the middle of a forest was not productive, decided on a path and started to walk it.

In hindsight, his experiment of concept based teleportation circle may not have had been his best idea. Sure; he was the oldest Campione alive, being born in the Heian era which meant he was about five hundred years older than the oldest recorded Campione and about eight hundred years older than the current second oldest, and had forgotten more about magic than most magicians had learned in their lives. Hell, he was the one Campione who invented how to draw out the powers of the gods he had killed by using magic to connect to their concepts through the Authorities he had; but that didn't mean messing around with concepts was not dangerous.

Honestly, he probably was lucky he hadn't ended up on Jupiter or Pluton.

Still, it wasn't like this was a bad situation to be in. A little adventure for his old bones was never bad, in fact...

"Stupid brat!" His thought process was cut short as he heard a man yell in the distance before the sound flesh hitting flesh reached his ears.

He decided that was better than nothing and ran towards the sound where he found a man with gray hair and a red shirt standing over a young man, about sixteen or maybe seventeen; he didn't really know how children were supposed to look based on age, with same color of hair on his butt with a rather nasty bruise under his right eye. He didn't need to be a wisdom deity to figure out what happened.

"Who the hell are you?" The gray haired man asked as he turned around to face him, his face set on a fierce scowl. "How the hell did you get here?!"

"Just a small... accident. It wasn't my intention to be here." He said with a smile. "And I would say that there is something more important going on." He continued as he gestured towards the downed boy, expecting at least some sort of excuse from the man.

Instead he almost got a knife to his eye.

"That wasn't nice." He said with a frown as he threw the knife back, which flew right past the man's cheek and embedded itself on a tree.

"Don't care!" The man yelled as he ran towards him with his fists high and attempted to punch him, and attempt that was easily avoided. "You know where I live, so you gotta die!"

"I don't even know who you are though." He said as he dodged an incoming punch thrown at his face.

"You should! I am Marcus Black, the assassin extraordinaire and your fucking killer!" The now named Marcus Black yelled but he was not interested anymore. He had seen exactly how strong and fast this so called assassin extraordinaire was and had calculated how much power was needed to knock him out.

"Gah!" About eight times of an ordinary person's punch. That was the hit he had landed on Marcus Black's stomach but the man was not knocked out and the Campione understood why immediately due to the connection one of his authorities had to the subject.

"Some sort of soul based shield? Or some sort of cocoon?" He said as he looked down at his fist, intrigued by the recent development.

"Don't look away!" The assassin yelled as he attacked once more, noticeably slower this time. "I don't care who you are or which hole you crawled out of, but I will fucking kill you for that!"

"Excuse me if I'm not threatened by someone who abuses the young." He said with a deadpan as he kept dodging, interested if he would get to see anything else interesting from the assassin.

"This is about the brat?!" The assassin asked with a laugh. "Well then, I guess I'll have to teach the little shit a lesson after I deal with you. To show him what happens when someone interferes with family business!" The man yelled but the Campione was no longer listening.

The man's words, his actions, his eyes and his very soul was telling him one thing. That Marcus Black was not a man worth letting live.

So he jumped back and called upon one of his authorities, the very first one he had obtained on that bloody day, and a beautiful katana with a swirly tsuba and a beautiful black sheen to it.

"The hell?! Some sort of summoning semblance? Not that it's gonna help you, you…" The words of Marcus Black would forever remain unfinished, as his head slid off of his neck and dropped to the ground with a wet splat.

For he already had cut him.

"Bad rubbish." Campione said with a sigh as he dismissed his sword and walked towards the young man, who was looking at the corpse of the assassin with wide eyes.

"You killed him."

"Yes, I did." Campione said with a sad look in his eyes as the young man started to laugh. It was a laughter with so much emotion mixed in; sorrow, hatred, rage and most prominently, joy. It was a bizarre sound to hear from someone who just had seen family killed, one that made him pity the young man.

"Just like that, not even caring about his aura." The young man said with a chuckle before looking up at him.

"Who are you? No, what are you?" The young man asked and the Campione simply gave a small smile.

"My name is Fushiguro Akira and… I guess I'm a former disaster."

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While the ancient Campione was meeting a young man; on the other side of the world, on a barren wasteland with red skies and black crystals, three people found themselves looking around.

"Mother, are you sure that this is the right place?"

"Hmm, I am sure that it's the right realm my dear. But I guess it might not be the exact right place." A woman wearing a royal kimono said as she looked around with wonder.

"It is a realm of pests." The last member of their trio claimed as he grabbed a black creature, that seemed to be a strange hound like thing with a bone white mask, and snapped its neck.

"That might be, my son, but it is rather fascinating too." The woman in kimono claimed with a smile behind her hand as she looked up at the sky.

"Soon, my beloved champion. I will see you soon."

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