Leon walked for three days before he had a frankly crazy encounter while he was facing off against a group of alpha beowolves that had packed up. each member of this pack was maybe slightly smaller than the average ursa which made it pretty clear they were each an alpha variant of their species. the pack was extremely cautious when circling leon as unlike they had expected he was extremely relaxed rather than afraid. leon hadn't even drawn his weapon from his back this entire time but had taken to standing slightly slouched with his hands in his pockets.
Even with this sloppy looking form the beowolves as natural hunters could tell he didn't actually have any openings they could attack. one of the the grim got impatient however and rushed at leon from behind with its left claw outstretched only for it to feel agonizing pain from that very same limb when leon's left foot hit it. the moment the beowolf move leon had already twisted his upper body and pivoted on his right foot and sent out a kick with his left all in an instant. as far as stats were concerned leon was almost two whole levels above these grim since they were around the start of level three and he was at the peak of level four with abilities reaching into five.
This meant that the sheer force behind leons kick shattered the arm of the beowolf without any real trouble at all. the strain of such sudden exertion on his muscles wasn't a problem for leon since his semblance removed it instantly. if leon was in the world that the falna originated his semblance would be considered a massive cheat even if he was a normal person with average talent merely from how hard it would allow him to train without worrying about injuries.
Add on the sharingan , his faunus species and his own incredible talent and he would quickly become a popular topic in that world amongst the gods. unlike in that world however where the dungeon would allow him to grow extremely quickly since there would be constant challenging opponents this worlds powerful enemies were few and far between. this was the reason he had been stuck as a level four for almost an entire year despite his terrifying training regime. when he was even more restricted while under tye's care he grew much slower which was why it had taken him so long to reach level four despite having the falna for close to a decade now.
Anyway the howl of pain from the beowolf had apparently drawn the attention of an exploration hunter by the name of opal gervain. opal was a woman with a frankly amazonian body that was just stacks of muscles and dark bronzed skin covered in scars where ever you looked. she had short blonde hair tied back in a small ponytail and green eyes. what caught leon's attention however was her weapon that was actually a thick stylized clever blade attached to a serrated chain with the end being a pipe rifle.
Opal came into the conflict like a hurricane of blood and death as she literally ripped the grim apart with her weapon. first she swung the chain blade in such a way it wrapped around one of the beowolves throats before yanking the chain hard tearing the beast neck from it's body in tiny pieces. as far as leon was concerned her fighting style was barbaric but efficient as it seemed designed to kill in the most painful but quick way possible.
"So you come here often?" opal asked with a savage grin after killing the first beowolf. leon burst into laughter at how shameless this woman was. waving his hand the rest of the grim were engulfed in hellflame turning them to ash in an instant. "not much you?" he asked with an equally savage grin. "hahaha! finally someone with a decent pair on them! i was beginning to think all the current hunters were all boring prudes , opal gervain first class explorer." she said with a wide smile while holding her still grim blood covered hand.
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