Who does this kid think he's fooling? Professor Port and Doctor Oobleck stared at the boy in front of them.

He looked normal enough. Blond, messy hair covered his forehead, a completely unwarranted amount of confidence plastered on that shit-eating grin of his. His hands were behind his head, tipping back in his chair as he explained why he belonged in Beacon.

"I just don't think I can progress any farther at my current combat school. I'm already at such a high level, and my headmaster agrees: I should move on to an academy in order to train to be a huntsman." How was he able to smirk like that? These transcripts, the references, even the school were all obviously fake!

"And what brought headmaster...Red Rocker...to this conclusion?" Professor Port found himself surprisingly amused at the ludicrous story the kid was selling.

"Well, it happened right about when I fought off a stampede of Goliaths to save Professor Rocker's pet corgi. Or maybe it was before that when I saved his wife from a savage Boarbatusk just as she went into labor...hey, is he doing all right?" Over in the corner, the already twitchy Doctor Oobleck was stifling his laughter so much that he appeared to be having a seizure.

"He's fine mister..."

"Charles sir. Charles Goldenrod McLovin." Doctor Oobleck collapsed loudly, knocking his head against the wall.

AAAAAAGGGHHHHH! WhatamIdoing? WhatamIdoing? Inwardly, Jaune was panicking. Professor Red Rocker? Van Hagar Academy? Who did he think he was fooling? The fat Professor was already suspicious, and the thin one in the corner definitely knew he was a fake! The only thing he could do it this point was bluff until they kicked him out...

But they hadn't turned him away yet. OK Jaune, he said to himself. Remember what grandfather said.

Never, EVER show weakness. Otherwise, the world will take advantage of that weakness. Then, you will just keep getting taken advantage of. Especially by women...

Jaune started. Well, the old man did have his own issues to deal with. It was best to just stay away from that topic around him.

At the very least, they hadn't directly accused him of perjury, fraud, or falsification just yet. That meant, he still had a chance. And if there was even the slightest possibility of him becoming a hunter...

Jaune eased back into his seat. There was no way he was going to let grandfather's weapons waste away in the living room. The Arc family name would be known among huntsmen for generations...Wait! He was entering under a false name! Shoot! it was too late to change it! Gosh! Darn! Heck!

Doctor Oobleck had pulled himself together enough to ask Jaune some questions. "So Mister Charles Goldenrod McLovin may I call you Charles? Charles, tell me more about this Van Hagar academy you attended. I must confess I am not familiar with Van Hagar Academy. Where exactly is it located?"

Jaune blinked at the speed Doctor Oobleck rattled off his word. "Oh..Oh! Right, it is located on, Mistress, yeah Mistress. It is right in my transcripts..."

"I see...Mistress...an archipelago under joint governance by Atlas and Mistral...this is the first I've heard of such a place..." Jaune tensed. "Oh well! Learn something new everyday!" Jaune visibly relaxed, and Doctor Oobleck too the chance to have a silent conversation with Professor Port.

Peter. You know this is a total sham, right?

I know Bartholomew, but look at the effort he put into this. I rarely see such passion from my own students!

It is the same for me. I wish I had just one student who applied themselves as diligently as this young gentleman right here.

After a moment without further nonverbal communication, Peter Port didn't say Bart, follow my lead.

Wait, what? But Professor Port already was saying."Mr. McLovin, my boy, it is getting late, and Doctor Oobleck and I were planning on going to get some drinks later this evening. Would you mind if we changed the venue of our interview? You transcripts do say you are 18, after all."

"I suppose," Jaune said. He only made himself older on paper.

"Then let's go get drinks at Junior's Bar!" boomed Port.

Oh, that is why they wanted to know my age. Wait a minute, a bar?! thought Jaune.