As I wait in the lobby with my poorly dressed attire, I stare at the other competitors that are properly dressed and smelled like too much overpriced cologne. I didn't expect them to see much through me. After all I look at myself and I see my suit that has a few bullet holes, sword slashes and for some reason someone had to spill a strawberry sunrise on me. Jeez I hope Ozpin would give me a break. I just went through hell just to free some people and I didn't expect to face off against twenty people armed with rocket launchers… Yeah I said rocket launches; I still smell the gunpowder from them, but at least they made it interesting.

Some blonde woman in glasses comes in and says "Next up is Uldran."

Guess that's my courtesy call. I pick up my briefcase which surprisingly isn't messed up and go towards her. She puts her hand and pushes me from a distance. She looks disappointed. I've seen that look before. Honestly I don't blame her for having such an opinion about my attire.

"I don't believe Ozpin would even talk to you after seeing your condition." She follows up.

"I literally just got through an entire arms factory that was literally part of a bar. Don't ask how just let me explain it to him when I get in there." I reply.

"Your funeral." She says

Well that's good. No one laughed at me and I still somehow manage to hold some of my pride. Well not before Ozpin and the council tear me a new one. Their loss though. I'm the only 22 year old man who's actually capable of doing unlike those jackasses in there. I head through the door and see Ozpin and two other gentlemen with him. I only take a few steps inside the area then Ozpin just stares at me with this really disappointing face.


"Yes I know I look like I just lost a fight with a deathstalker, but I can assure you I have an explanation for my attire." I say

I walk towards the table where I sit down in front of the three gentlemen. The woman that introduced me in closes the door behind me and goes and sits by the other chair right next to Ozpin. Now here comes the hard part. Explaining it all to them is going to be a long story, but I have ways of making it fascinating. So I lean over towards them and ask "Is there a television in here?"

Ozpin replies with "I don't see how a television would help out your case, but you have five minutes to explain why I should even consider talking to you."

"I'll only need two" I say.

I take the remote and put it on the Vale Primetime News Network channel. After a few seconds it shows reels of gunfire and people surrendering to the authorities. While this is going on a female reporter is saying.

"In other news one man managed to find this arms factory that was running for the White Fang. Authorities estimated that this man easily overpowered these men and made then give up. One of the prisoners said 'A man dressed in a suit wielding two giant revolvers shot off the locks off our doors and set us free. That guy was a monster.' He was the only person that actually saw the person who apprehended these criminals. Remember if you have any information about criminal activity please call…"

I turn off the TV and set the remote on the table. Then I pull out my two revolvers. Well revolver isn't the word I would use. The word I would use would be giant hand cannons. With a loud clink the revolvers set on the table crossing each other. Then I look at Ozpin. His look hasn't changed much, but the two gentlemen beside him seemed quite intrigued.

"Those reports of the man with the guns are me." I said

"You're an oddity you know." Ozpin said "But then again being odd never meant not showing us proper attire."

"Well I would be in a clean suit right now talking about my qualifications, but then you would never see those criminals apprehended. They would be causing havoc if it weren't for my actions." I reply "The worst part is that this is my last suit and I'd rather not show up wearing nothing, but a torn shirt and jeans."

I believe I said the right words. His disappointing look is now a look of interest. All I have to do now is just answer any questions he has honestly and I should be a shoe in for the teaching job at Beacon. The two gentlemen still look like they saw a ghost, but the woman who let me in didn't share the reactions these gentlemen have. She was still looking at me with a disappointment, but as long as I have 3 out of 4 people interested I should be well.


"I believe that most of this interview is already done thanks to your actions, but I do have a few questions though… Mostly concerning background information." Ozpin says "So you didn't bother to mention your parents for family. Are you an orphan?"

"I don't know them much. The only memories I had of them was when I was about 7 years old, but ever since then I hadn't had the slightest clue of my biological family. I only remember going by Lake Veract with them. That was the last moment I saw my biological family." I reply.

The blonde woman right next to Ozpin seemed furious. I never imagined a face so red before. She then blurts out "I can't believe we are even considering hiring this man. He shows a lack of proper attire and even though his actions are justified, this is no way for a person to act in front of superiors."

She is right. I have been acting very unorthodox. However, I believe that this was the way to get to people. People that are generally dressed nicely are always expecting the perfect day to happen. My philosophy is that whatever happens to you, you buck up and deal with it. Always has been since living off scraps was considered natural to me.

"We are not considering Glynda." Ozpin replies

Glynda breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank good..." Glynda says

"We are hiring him for the job." Ozpin interrupts.

Did I hear right? I mean I've been in interviews far better than this and yet they still never come to a conclusion this fast. I expected this to last on about forty minutes before they would throw me out due to me smelling like a warzone, but this fast. I didn't believe it also. Glynda also looks angry. She's about to explode. I should probably stop her before she goes berserk, but I think that would make it worse.

"WHAT!?" Glynda yells. "Ozpin… I can't believe you of all people are actually considering letting this man work for us. He lacks the discipline and the experience required for the job and yet you would be willing to hire him to teach the future generation of Huntsmen and Huntresses?"

"This man has more experience than the other men in the other room, but yes he does lack the required discipline, but that's just because of the series of events he just went through." Ozpin replies "Uldran?"

"Yes?" I ask

"I'll give you the job, but next time you look like that in front of me expect to be booted off Beacon. Okay?"

"Yes of course. Thank you again for the opportunity." I say. "When do I start?"

"You will begin moving your equipment and materials necessary to live within our dorms tomorrow. Then one week from today you will teach advanced survival skills to our students." Ozpin says

"Advanced survival skills? No problem" I reply.


Well now that I got the job somehow I grab my revolvers and make my way out of the building. I never felt so happy. Now I have a place that I can stay at and I'm getting paid a generous amount. I'm not sure how the other teachers would react to having a 22 year old teaching, but that can come a later time. For now though I have to call everyone. I have to tell Jack that I'm finally leaving his house. Hopefully he doesn't make me pay rent. Man today has been a hell of a day. I need a drink. I head out and go towards my house to readily prepare my stuff to go to beacon.

A few hours later inside the headmaster's chambers, Ozpin is drinking some tea from his cup and is talking to Glynda.

"Do you know why I hired Uldran?" Ozpin asks.

"Because you think he can do a better job than everyone else who was clearly more qualified than him?" Glynda sarcastically says.

"Because of his background Glynda." Ozpin says "You see if he were someone else I would have him removed from my school permanently, but with him… He's the one to train them.

Ozpin then pulls out a holographic dossier of Uldran. He then highlights a passage pertaining towards his family ideology. Glynda takes a closer look towards it.

"Why does he being found at Lake Veract have to do with his background?" Glynda asks.

Ozpin replies "Lake Veract is home of many things. The hive of grimm on Vale, the once prime city of Neive are all some of the primary details surrounding that lake. However; what I'm focusing on it's also known for hosting a certain project."

Glynda follow up with "Genesis sir?"

Ozpin smiles cheerfully as Glynda came to a sudden realization about him.

"So do we put our faith in him?" Glydna asks

"It is not our faith that is being placed in his hands, but it is our trust." Ozpin says.