It only took forever. Here's the first "revamped" chapter. I completely redid Nick's character who I felt was too bland and just did an overall polish of the chapter. Tsuta's portion remains the most similar to the original I think. I added some descriptions to all of them and made subtle changes that will affect the characters in the future, for example I made Tsuta sound a lot less formal, so if you've already read the original chapter make sure you reread this! Anyways I hope you enjoy, and hopefully I will be seeing you again.

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Chapter 1: GNMT

G

Two Atlesian guards made their way through school hallways with a single boy in tow. The boy had snow white hair, except half of his hair was buzzed on the left side and the rest was brushed to the right, and it was long enough to cover his ear. He had two white stripes on his cheekbones that tapered to a point and with his white eyebrows, they framed his steely teal eyes. His skin was several shades darker than the pale Atlesian guards on either side of him; making it obvious he hadn't been raised in Atlas. He wore a black choker with white spikes, contrasting his Atlas Academy uniform he begrudgingly wore.

The trio eventually entered General Ironwood's office. One firmly gripped one of the boy's arms, and he would have resisted if not for the restraints around his hands. His hands were cuffed behind him as they dragged him into the office. "Sir, we have the student," said one of the soldiers in a serious, but calm demeanor. "Give us a moment alone, please. And remove the restraints," Ironwood ordered. The headmaster was facing away from Gavin looking out his window to Atlas, a city blanketed with snow.

"Gavin Neirin. When my officers picked you up off the streets, you were nothing more than a criminal. Luckily for you, in Atlas we strive for improvement. I gave you a chance to use your skills for the good of the kingdom. However, it hasn't even been half of the probationary period and you've continued to cause trouble. You haven't even joined the Academy yet and you expect us to let you have a weapon?" He paused here waiting for an answer, and upon receiving none, sighed.

He turned and looked at Gavin in the eye. "You've shown a lot of potential here at the academy. You'd most likely be top of the program, but even as the best, you can not get away with these sort of actions. You haven't been accepted as a student yet. And only students get to train with weapons. I know it's tedious but just stick with the discipline and basic combat training and you'll have a weapon in no time." He paused again, waiting for a response. He got none. "Alright Mr. Neirin, if you can't refrain from these actions, I'm sorry but I'll have to remove you from Atlas Academy." At this, Gavin finally looked at the General. "Can you honestly tell me this won't happen again?" Ironwood inquired.

Finally. Gavin responded, "No. I will not work with the Atlesian Military."

"This is the Academy. It's not the same thing as the Military," Ironwood stated tiredly, obviously for the umpteenth time.

"The General of the military runs it, and when students graduate they are pressured to enter the Special Operatives unit. I will not work for the military, General," he said the last word with obvious venom.

The General's face failed to show any difference in emotion throughout the exchange. Finally he sighed and relented, "Then you leave me no choice, Gavin. You are expelled from the school. Collect your things. I expect you to leave the Academy by the end of the week. I hope you'll do this voluntarily, but if not... you will be forcibly removed." He waved his hand, dismissing Gavin. Ironwood ordered the two soldiers waiting outside the entrance to lead him back to his dorm room.

On the way there, walking through the halls of the academy, Gavin couldn't help but overhear a couple of officers talking about a shipment of Atlas tech being sent over to the Kingdom of Vale. "Yeah, my partner is leaving in the one bullhead that's parked on launchpad 3. I'm just surprised that something so small is being used to ship something all the way to Beacon Academy instead of an airship."

"What's the shipment?" asked the other.

"I dunno. Something for the application tests they do over their. Heard there was some spare weapon parts too. I just am hoping my partner gets back soon. We have plans."

Gavin smiled to himself as he heard this. When the officers led him through a courtyard, he took the chance offered to him. He waved his hands by his waist and out each sleeve popped a hidden metal bar. The soldiers, who were caught off guard, were put down pretty easily by Gavin. He ran off before they could recover, jumping higher than any normal person could. He leaped from rooftop to rooftop after a while he simply snuck around the campus heading towards his goal.

However, this was Atlas and they weren't going to let him get away so easily. He must have been caught on a camera, because before long he turned a corner and found a group of armed and ready soldiers. He raised both bars, one ready to strike and another pointed at the soldiers' feet. He blasted a gust of air at their feet, the force strong enough to trip the oncoming soldiers. His makeshift weapons batted and jabbed, knocking the rest of soldiers off their feet. If it weren't for their Auras and armor they'd have some nasty bruises and a couple broken ribs.

Just as he finished the group of soldiers, the ones who were blasted to the ground by his Semblance rose to chase after him. He was prepared to fight until one managed to grab his weapons out of his hands. Feeling cornered he was getting ready blast them with an enormous wave of air until he noticed the bullhead powering up on one of the launchpads behind the soldiers. He crouched down, redirecting his Semblance. The soldiers pointed their guns at him and told him to stand down. He could feel the air around him thickening, bending to his will behind him, so much so that it distorted the world around him, like heat waves coming off of pavement. After a moment of air twisting around him, tightening and obeying, he released it with a thunderous wave that knocked the remaining guards off their feet, a few probably ending up unconscious. The blast simultaneously sent him flying towards his destination, though his flight was much more graceful compared to the soldiers.

He hit the ground running towards the bullhead, trying to keep out of sight as he climbed into the bullhead stowing away with the cargo. The aircraft's door shut and Gavin could feel the bullhead lift off as he prepared for the long flight. He looked around for something to occupy his time on the ride. After a bit of searching his eyes landed on several boxes labeled "spare parts" and he smiled.

N

In the middle of a dark forest, a silver haired boy roamed aimlessly, without purpose. He wore a black leather vest with several pockets over a black sleeveless shirt with a grey chevron on the front. He also had thick, heavy metal rings around his wrists, neck, waist, and ankles that contrasted his leaner frame. He had been told that they looked like heavy duty shackles of some kind. On his back sat a sheathed greatsword. His hair was a silvery grey color, despite his young age. He had two silver piercings in each ear, and some of his grey facial hair had started growing all along his chin. It seemed the only color on him were his deep blue eyes.

As he marched on, red eyes began following him, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. He eventually entered a clearing where the red eyes surrounded him on all sides. He slowly unsheathed his sword which activated the metal rings around his body. The rings shifted and expanded into pieces of armor, his neck ring expanded into a chest piece and pauldrons. His waist ring turned into armor for lower back, thighs, and stomach and his ankle rings made armor for his shin and knees. His wrist rings expanded into thick bracers with gun barrel attachments on the sides, thus completing his armor as he put himself into a readied position, sword pointed forward with one hand below the crossguard and the other above the round pommel. His blue eyes stared calmly into the darkness as he waited.

The first Beowolf lunged in front of him and was easily sliced in half, and the second, which attacked his left flank, was just as easily decapitated. The third tried to attack his now open left flank, but its skull was smashed with the pommel of the sword as a gunshot rang out from his bracer. Another Beowolf charged his front put was put down with a strong right kick.

"C'mon!" he bellowed "Is that the best you got?" At first none of the Grimm answered his taunt, but then four leaped out, one from each side and time seemed to slow. He swung the sword above his head in an arc, cleanly slicing the Grimm in front of him diagonally so that he could move the sword continuously, he dropped his lower hand and he moved the sword around behind him, sweeping it up back into the air above him where he gripped it by the pommel once again so that he could leverage it and swing his sword into a downward strike at the Beowolf on his left. As he lifted the sword, he angled his wrists so that the barrel attachments aimed over his shoulder and fired, allowing him to gain enough momentum to strike the incoming Grimm on his left as well as shoot the Grimm flanking him from behind in the head.

Time seemed to resume its normal pace again as the last Grimm dropped dead. More eyes joined the darkness and more Beowolves joined the fight and soon the growing pile. After finishing a large wave of the monsters, some of the more intelligent ones hesitated to join the fray, and soon the red eyes retreated back into the darkness.

"Crap!" He yelled as he stabbed the ground with his sword. His armor retracted back into metal rings and he began marching forward without his sword as if to follow the red eyes and drag them back, but a voice in the darkness made him stop.

"You know, Nick, if you're so eager to be killed by Grimm, there are schools for that," the voice said. Nick looked around trying to place the voice.

"And why should I follow the advice of a snake?" Nick asked.

"You know, that girl you're so broken up about? She was a Huntress. Maybe you'll find a different retribution by continuing her work." There was the sound of someone leaping through the trees and Nick knew the person had gone.

Nick paused and contemplated, then returned to his sword where he sheathed it and walked back the way he originally entered the clearing, with a new goal in mind.

M

A young girl walked down the street in the middle of Vale at night. She had bright light blue hair that was relatively short on the sides and back, but transitioned to be longer in the front. She had a fringe that covered half her right eye, which was a warm brown color. She had three streaks on her cheeks that matched her hair color and resembled whiskers, which seemed to help allude to her Faunus heritage. Of course the white tail that was energetically whipping to and fro was enough to hint at her race. An accessory that she wore that also seemed to relate to her Faunus genes was the thin pink collar with a black buckle that she wore like a choker. She wore a royal blue coat with short sleeves and didn't extend past her elbows. Underneath that she wore a plain black tee with very short sleeves that matched her black shorts. She also wore a silver necklace, which suspended a design of two crescent moons that were placed so the white moon was above the blue one creating a '3'-like shape.

As she walked she stared at the piece of paper that read, "Dear Ms. Mond Blauer, On behalf of Beacon Academy, I am pleased to announce your acceptance into our prestigious Huntsman and Huntress Academy. We hope to see you this coming school year." There was more of course but that was the important part. She had been accepted! The letter had been folded and unfolded many times and showed other signs that she had this letter for awhile now.

Mondy was so engrossed in reading her letter she didn't notice the small group of men that had started to follow her. "Hey there sweetie! Where're you goin?" one of them called. Trying to ignore them, she continued walking. "C'mon sweetheart, a little girl shouldn't walk around alone, she might be in danger!" they all laughed. She turned into an alleyway only to find that there were more men on the other side blocking the exit. Mondy slowly put away the letter and drew out two long sticks. "Looks like we got a feisty one!" another called. Then the two hidden blades popped out of the handles of her "sticks" and some of the men looked a little more hesitant.

One guy was feeling brave and charged her. She swung both blades low, hitting his legs with the dull side of the blade, literally sweeping the man off his feet. As two more charged her she sheathed each blade into the handle of the other, creating a small staff. She proceeded to beat the guys with the staff, hitting one in the stomach, spinning and hitting the second in the side, then pulled it back, slamming the staff into the face of the first while simultaneously backflipping which allowed her to kick the second in the face. Needless to say, they both quickly fell down unconscious.

As two more charged her from either side, she lowered her weapon. As soon as they were just outside arms reach, she activated her Semblance, which teleported her about ten feet above where she was standing and the two men below her collided.

There was still about eight guys left and they decided to try and overwhelm her with numbers. As they charged Mondy, she beat them as they came, all the while her weapon continued to change forms throughout the fight; with a press of a button the blades came out each end of the staff, then a blade retracted and it became a pike, then it returned to its original two stick form. For some she used her Semblance to teleport in the air so they would fall into the ground, instantly becoming incapacitated, none of them even laying a hand on her, or appearing behind them so she could easily attack from behind and move on to the next. About twenty men laid around her, either unconscious, or curled up in pain.

Only one guy was left standing in the alley, but he was younger than the rest. Her age in fact. dressed in all black to match his hair "Hey Reyn!" she called, a smile on her face as she waved.

"Hey Mondy, I see you're celebrating already. He held her acceptance letter in one hand." She realized the letter was no longer in her pocket.

"No fair Reyn. What about you, did you get in?" At this Reyn smiled and held up an almost identical letter of acceptance from Beacon.

T

A group of Grimm were attacking a group of adolescent boys from every side in a forest clearing. Among them a boy dressed in shades of green drew dual Khopeshes. He jumped and spun in the air, slicing an Ursa several times. As he landed he changed his weapons into shotgun mode and finished the Ursa. He wore a green cloak that wrapped around his front and spilled down his back. The black shirt underneath had a bright green design on it, what looked like two lower case 'y's mirroring each other so the bottoms sloped towards each other until they reached his legs, and the tops looked like they extended towards shoulders, however most of the tops were obscured by his cloak. He wore dark green pants with a green stripe down the front that were extensions of the design on the shirt. His feet were covered by a pair of black tabis.

His brothers attacked the other Ursai and Beowolves. "Tsuta, little help please?" one of them, dressed similarily but in mahogany called. Tsuta charged up his Semblance and made his brother glow with Aura. His brother quickly rejoined the fight.

Tsuta also resumed attacking. A Beowolf had just jumped in his path, which he quickly cut down. An Alpha Beowolf replaced his fallen comrade with a howl. Tsuta again attacked but this one didn't go down very easily. It slashed at him, knocking him back, but before it could strike him again, he blasted it with his shotguns repeatedly.

The Alpha was knocked back long enough for Tsuta to get back up. Tsuta's blades still did no noticeable damage and the shotguns only subdued it for a moment. Tsuta gritted his teeth and sheathed his Khopeshes on his back as he prepared his next attack. As the Alpha charged him again, Tsuta jumped onto its head and slammed his fist into its forehead, focusing his Aura into the Grimm's skull and into the body until it exploded. The spikes on the back of the Alpha embedded and killed several of the other creatures of Grimm behind the Alpha.

He and his brothers quickly dispatched the remaining minor Grimms. When they were finished, they were so tired they just sat down. "You did good today Tsuta. Are you sure you want to go to Beacon? You could just keep training in the field with us you know. You'll learn more practical skills that way," one of the brothers suggested, this one in royal blue.

"No. I want to go to Beacon. I realize I've learned a lot with you guys, and I'm grateful..."

"But...?"

"But if I had made even one mistake while fighting that Alpha, my life could've been over. I'm not ready, and Beacon will give me a better opportunity to train and study to be a good Huntsman all around. I've learned a lot about combat and teamwork from you guys, but I had to resort to using an Aura attack on the Alpha 'cause I didn't know how best to attack him." Tsuta let out a sigh. Aura attacks were easy ways to kill powerful Grimm, but left the user extremely vulnerable. It was a risky trade-off.

"It's your decision, bro. Do what you think is best. You've already been accepted, so if you feel that Beacon is the best way for you to become a Huntsman, then do it. We'll still be here, waiting for you when you graduate."

"Okay then," Tsuta said with confidence, "I'm going to Beacon."