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Rain pours down on the slums of Mantle. Normally it would be snow but in the warmer times of year like spring and summer it was just warm enough to be a torrential pour instead of snowfall.
A man sits at his desk, looking through mission reports.
It doesn't look great. Atlas is likely going to start an investigation soon. After that, a group of huntsmen get sent in. Once that happened, it would be over for the little White Fang operation going on in Mantle.
The man, who is a high ranking White Fang officer, slams his hand on his desk.
Plenty of White Fang soldiers are willing to die for the cause. All of that passions and drive, but where was the strength?
A group of huntsmen with no conviction who know nothing but glory seeking could come in and dismantle this entire operation in a single night.
His soldier's drive and purpose would be for nothing in the face of a foe with such superior skills.
The officer sighs.
"Unless fate wills it, then we're done for."
Three White Fang charge into his office suddenly, "Sir!"
The officer sighs, "What do you want now?"
The three White Fang soldiers step into the light, revealing they are bloody and battered.
The officer narrows his gaze, "What the hell happened to you three?"
The three look to each other nervously before they shuffle around and reveal a young human child.
The officer blinks a few times and stares blankly.
"You're kidding me right? This human child who looks no more than eleven years old beat the three of you up?", the officer asks.
The soldiers shuffle nervously again before one of them speaks up, "In our defense sir, he does have an aura."
The officer sighs, "Get the hell out of my office before I get even angrier with you three than I am already."
The three White Fang soldiers leave the office in a hurry, shutting the door behind them.
The child looks at the officer the entire time with a steady unflinching gaze.
"So, are you going to kill me now?" asks the child.
The officer sighs, "What do you know about the White Fang kid?"
The child shrugs, "What's a white fang and why is it special? Aren't teeth and fangs supposed to be white?"
The officer chuckles a bit, "How old are you kid?"
The child thinks for a moment, "If I've been counting the days right, I think I'm ten."
"Where are your parents kid?", asks the officer.
"Don't know. Don't care," says the child.
"I think I get it now. So, you unlocked your aura because of high stress I assume. That's rather rare," notes the officer.
The kids shrugs again, "Is it? I didn't know."
"So, how did you best three of my soldiers?", asks the officer.
"They suck at fighting," says the kid with a straight face.
The officer laughs again, "You're an interesting kid."
"So, does that mean you're not gonna kill me?", asks the kid.
"I haven't decided yet," says the officer as he contemplates his next words carefully, "My name is Zero. What is yours?"
The kid smiles slightly, "My name is Silver."
The officer grins, "So Silver, do you have a semblance?"
Silver nods, "Yes I do."
The officer's grin turns sinister, "How does your semblance work Silver?"