Hey all, it's me again with another chapter of this thing I call a story. So here ya go!

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"Wait a minute. Not Professor Ozpin, the headmaster of beacon?"

I had no clue what to think. Ozpin, one of the most renowned huntsman in all of Remnant, here. To see me. A less than average B student with nothing to look forward to in my li-... Oh, right. I forgot that I cheated for a moment.

My mind kicked into over-drive. Was he here to say I wasn't going to Beacon? Had I been that obvious with my answers? I mean, surely nobody gets EVERY answer right on the entrance exam to the most popular school for juniour huntsman. Oh no, this was surely it for me. My hopes and dreams were gone. I had nothing left to live for. I might as well kill myse-

"I know you cheated Nebula." His voice was firm and to the point. He had no time to waste and I was obviously an obstical in his day to day plan.

"W-w-whadda ya mean, sir?" I couldn't come up with more than that. What would I say to the strongest huntsman in the world, especially when he had just accused me of cheating on my exams.

"Well, lets see here. You got every answer right. Word for word too. Your grades are far to low be capable of such a feat, and your current headmaster has told me that you've had several complaints from other students about some kind of, and I quote, "Bullshitery". I also happen to not be a complete idiot, especially when presented with the fact that for the past thirty seconds you've grown extremely nervous and your hearbeat has made a huge spike in BPM."

"W-well then I suppose nothing more needs to be said. I'm not going to Beacon, am I?" I said nervously.

"Nonsense!" He remarked, the exclamations practically being spat from his mouth. "I want to know how you did it. I'm assuming it's something to do with your semblance, although in your file that category remains empty. Smart kid, never give them a way to accuse of anything. But unlike your current teachers, I'm smarter than the average..." He looked at Mr. Boe, who was standing outside the door making sure no-one came inside and bothered us. "I'm not exactly sure what kind of faunus he is, but he's pretty good at hiding it. Better not finish that sentance to be safe."

I was dumbfounded. He caught me cheating, and yet I was still allowed to attend Beacon? Not only that, he seemed genuinely interested in what means I used to cheat. Did this kind of thing not happen often? Surely I couldn't be the first person to cheat and be caught.

Ozpin, seeing the confusion on my face, must have caught on to what I was thinking. "No, you're not the first person to be caught cheating. Everyone else who has just wasn't smart enough to find out a way to mask their method from the teachers. So, I'll ask again. How'd ya do it kid?"

"My semblance!" Thank god, I managed to get that out. I was worried I was starting to look like an imbicile. I probably did look like an imbicile.

"Yes boy, I know that much. But what is your semblance?" He said, sitting down on the couch and patting his hand on the cushion next to him motioning for me to sit down.

I sat next to him an looked down at my shoes. "I don't know exactly. But when I close my eyes and concentrate, I can see without my eyes, even move around without moving."

Ozpin paused for a moment. "That is a rather odd ability, but none the less useful. And I suppose you just snuck a peak whenever you couldn't figure something out?"

I nodded, still looking at my shoes like a little kid who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Well then. I suppose that's all I need." He stood and walked to the door, opening it he motioned for Mr. Boe to enter.

"Nebula is to be excused from his classes the rest of the day. Please inform his parents he will be travelling to Beacon in my company. Have them send over his clothes and.."

He looked over at me with a concerned, yet intruiged look. "You do have a weapon, right?"

I looked at him with astonishment spilled across my face. "N-no sir. My family could never afford to get a weapon for me."

"Well, we'll have to remedy that now, won't we."

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Oooooh, the plot thickens. Or does it? I dunno, find out next time on the next episode of [REDACTED]

Also, sorry for the shorter chapter this time around. Next one SHOULD be longer.