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Acerman: Now that you mention it, Torchwick also plays a significant role to the story as well, but like all the others, it will not be revealed yet.

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welcometodalolz: DEATH TO THE INSTITUTE. Those Synth scum... (except Curie, she's mine! And (Spoilers!), he didn't know that he was a Synth, so I spared him.)

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Author's Notes: Takes place a month after chapter 3. I will also be introducing a few familiar characters as well, so yeah, that'll be new.


I do not own RWBY, just my OC.


-Chapter 4: Qrow's Nest-

"We will now be reaching your destination in five minutes," a robotic female voice blared out as I continued to sit in my seat.

I was currently sitting on a reclining chair on a small private ship, with a duffle bag sitting at my feet as well as my cane and gun resting beside me.

A friend of Ozpin's was supposed to meet me upon my arrival, so I was expected to be there on time... at least the silver-haired Professor hopes, but at this point, he more than likely knows I'm not going follow through with that.

I looked out the window to see the airship beginning it's descent towards my location, perfect. I pulled out my flask from my belt, opened it up, and proceeded to drink from it. I shook my head slightly at the taste of the whiskey before putting it back.

"Do you need anything else before we land?" a woman say next to me, I turned to see that she was, in fact, one of the flight attendants; dressed in a white skirt and a blue-buttoned dress shirt. I lowered my grey sunglasses and looked at her before raising them back up and shaking my head.

"Nah, I'm good," I responded, watching as she nodded and walked away, rolling a small cart away with her.

I fished my scroll out of my pocket and turned it on: 15:30 (2:30 PM). I should be landing right aboooouuut...

*Ding!*

Now. Huh, nice timing. I felt the ship finally quit it's descending, the engine now off and the airship lying dead motionless on the landing pad.

"You have now arrived at your destination. Thank you for flying with-"

'Yeah, yeah, whatever. I got it,' I briefly tuned out the voice before grabbing the duffle bag and swinging it over and onto my shoulder. I grabbed my gun and holstered it onto the back of my belt, then grabbed my cane and began to head out.

With my synthetic left hand still free, I dug my hand inside and opened a small cigarette pack from my pocket. I picked a slim, white cigarette and placed it in between my lips before pulling out a silver-colored lighter from my other pocket. I flipped it open and flicked it to life, creating a small flame, which I then placed over the end of the cigarette.

The side door of the small airship opened up, allowing me to finally walk out of the ship and towards my destination.

I proceeded to take a drag from my cigarette as I searched for Ozpin's associate, still walking out onto the landing pad, searching through the crowd of people who were also searching for any passengers from other airships.

I continued to sift through the crowds before taking the butt of the tobacco stick and flicked it onto the ground, crushing it beneath my boot. Luckily, no harm would come to me from smoking these things, this was one of the many benefits of volunteering to have your organs substituted with synthetic replacements.

'Zeta, Omicron, do you see him anywhere?' I asked the two AIs in my head.

"Let's see... nope. Not yet," Zeta responded as continued to make my way through the crowds.

"Yo, Eddy! Over here!" I heard, turning to see a black and grey-haired man with red eyes, wearing a buttoned grey shirt with a cape sticking out from the back, long black pants, and a tilted cross necklace hanging from his neck. From his back hung a small, compact sword.

"Nevermind, there he is. Good luck," Omicron said. I felt the two deactivate themselves as the man approached me.

"So, you finally made it," he said, cocking an eyebrow upward at my presence.

"Qrow, I'm standing right in front of you, you asshole," I replied, to which he narrowed his eyes at me before nodding.

"M'kay. C'mon, let's go," he beckoned to me before turning around and stumbling away like an idiotic drunk. Come to think of it, I guess he was drunk.

The both of us continued to walk away from the landing pad and into the Kingdom. I was greeted by large, dark-grey behemoths of buildings, highlighted in blue and white lights that shone from the skyscrapers.

First, there was Vale, a rather normal city within Earth's range of technology in the modern age; then there was this place. As I continued to move towards the place, I noticed an increasing number of robots, each wielding Dust-powered rifles, standing motionless to the sides of the buildings that surrounded us. They seemed inactive at first, but I knew that, once there was a sign of any form of trouble, they would automatically spring to life and deal with the misdemeanor before resuming their original positions.

I continued to walk down the street with Qrow, who's hands were held above and resting behind the back of his head, and was wolf-whistling to any pretty girl that passed by, a majority of them giving him repulsed looks, while the minority of the women that he not-so-subtly flirted with merely responded with a faint blush.

"Hey dickhead, keep it in your pants," I elbowed him in the ribs, causing the man to stumble slightly before he stood back up straight and continued to walk beside me.

The man only scowled at me before smirking, "You hit like my thirteen-year old niece."

"Fuck you," I responded, flipping him off as we still walked along the sidewalk.

"Not interested," he shot back at me before looking back at the city, "So... what do you think of this place?"

I looked at Qrow, then at the city, then back to Qrow before shrugging and responding to his question.

"Ah yes, Atlas. I can feel the gears of bureaucracy grinding me up already," I said, shaking my head at the fact that we were in this kingdom in particular.

"You're not the only one, buddy," Qrow laughed as we continued to travel to our destination.

-oOo-

Now why would I be in Atlas when I had a fight with Ozpin to be involved with? Well, I'll get right to that.

Between me meeting my new girlfriend, Coco as well as the great and drunken Qrow Branwen, I spent a lot of time practicing in different forms of combat before finally perfecting my abilities with my new weapons, as well a picking up a few new tricks along the way.

Did I mention that Coco was now my girlfriend? Cause that happened too. Turns out, after whipping my ass with that not-so-mini-gun of hers, she actually wanted a date from me anyways. So I started to meet with her more often after her classes; these dates usually consisted of training in the sparring room, sitting and eating with her at the mess hall (as well as meeting some of her friends), an just plain hanging out, despite the fact that she was a year older than me on this world, and the fact that I would've been much older than her if we were on Earth; but hey, I have a new life, I have to make the best of what I have. So far it's already been a month and she seems pretty happy that the both of us are together.

Now some people may ask me, "Eddy? How are you still alive even when that that minigun could've turned you into Swiss cheese? Especially when you don't have an Aura?"

That can be explained easily, and the answer is: my suit. Let me explain further on that, the Nanoskin comes with a system called the KIT meter, which stands for Kinetic Impact Threshold. What this does is activate a sort of 'armor mode' for my suit; meaning that when something were to hit me really, REALLY hard, my suit would take the brunt of the impact and allow me to survive almost completely unharmed. To put it simply for the people of Remnant: it was a technological substitute for Aura, and it lived up to it's form as a substitute pretty damn well.

At this point, more keen people would ask me, "So how come you are able to survive Coco's bullets easily, yet you were killed by a gunshot to the head?"

Let me explain, the KIT meter runs on a gauge that allows me to take hits of a large magnitude, depending on the type, size, and impact of the kinetic force. Luckily, the gauge was at one-hundred percent when I fought against Coco, so I was able to survive the fight with ease. As for my death on Earth, I wasn't wearing my helmet, so I was completely vulnerable to all forms of firearms.

So remember kids: always wear a helmet, it might save your life one day, and don't take me as an example.

Now where was I? Oh right! The fight with Ozpin, let's get right onto that.

-oOo-

This was it, this was the day that I have been waiting for since I began my training.

"So... any idea why you're supposed to meet with the ol' Headmaster?" Coco asked, the both of us were heading to the Sparring room, her heels clicking against the hard floor beneath us as we continued onward while I was holding a small plastic bag in my right hand.

I nodded to her, "Yes, Ozpin and I have to... discuss something private."

She frowned and crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow as she did so, "Not going to tell me, lover boy?"

"Heh, I wish I could, but Ozpimp wants me to be discreet with all this. Sorry 'bout that," I apologized, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, to which she hesitated slightly at my action before eventually accepting it.

"Alright, I understand," Coco nodded slowly before sighing, "Just... can you at least tell me what's going on with you and the Headmaster when all of this secrecy crap blows over?"

I thought about it for a second, "Yeah, I will."

"Good, cause the Headmaster of Beacon Academy himself doesn't come to Signal for just anyone," she explained, bringing up a good point.

"Maybe I just have potential," I suggested, causing her to stifle a giggle, "What's so funny?"

"Really? Coming from the guy who's ass I just kicked on our first 'date'?" she air-quoted 'date' with her fingers, causing me to frown at her, "But despite your 'assumed' mediocrity, there's something about you that's different from the others."

This time, I did my best to hold in a laugh, "Coco, my dear, you have no idea."

She elbowed me in the ribs at my response, "Don't call me 'my dear'. Just Coco will do."

"Alright then, Just-Coco," I grinned mischievously, rubbing the spot where Coco hit me, "And ow."

"That's what you get," she smirked, putting her hands to her hips.

"Oh yeah?" I responded by quickly wrapping my arms around the brown-haired girl's waist and lifting her off her feet, causing her to emit a loud yelp in surprise and flail her arms around wildly.

"Gah! Stop it! Put me down!" she screamed before I finally let go of her after a few seconds have passed. I laughed as she only blushed lightly and pouted at me in a rather cute way, to which I responded by ruffling her hair slightly.

As soon as I removed my hand from the top of her head, I finally realized something, "Hey Coco?"

"Yes, Eddy?" she looked at me with a curious look on her face.

"I forgot to give you something," I said, sheathing my cane over my back with my left hand.

"Really?" Coco asked, with a surprised look on her face, "What is it?"

"Consider it a gift," I responded, lifting the plastic bag in my right hand a little higher and used my other to dig through the plastic wrapping. After a few seconds of digging, I pulled out two things from within the bag.

My girlfriend couldn't do anything but give me an even more surprised look at what I got her.

The first was a beret, while the other was a scarf, with both articles of clothing being black in color.

"Hold still," I told her. Immediately, I grabbed the beret and placed it on Coco's head. After that, I grabbed ahold of the scarf and began to wrap it around her neck, just below the collar of her light brown sweater.

I then took a step back and looked at the results.

"Not bad," I nodded in satisfaction, "It actually looks good on you."

She smiled at my compliment, "You know how to make a girl feel loved, do ya, Eddy?"

"It's my talent," I bowed my head at her comment.

"Oh really? Well in that case-"

*POW!*

"Agh! Goddammit! What was that for?" I asked, rubbing my left shoulder with my hand from the punch she just delivered.

"That was for picking me up," she answered with a slight grin on her face before we both stopped at the entrance to the Sparring arena.

I looked at Coco, who looked back at me, "Welp, I gotta go now, I'll see ya later, darling."

Her eye twitched at my comment, but I responded by laughing, "Not funny."

"It was pretty funny, you gotta admit," I said, wagging a finger at her, to which she gave me slight glare before grabbing me by the collar of my Nanosuit-disguised shirt and pulling me into a deep kiss; the both of us closed our eyes while her arms draped over my shoulders. After a few seconds had passed, we broke off the kiss and looked back at one another.

"So... I guess I'll see you later?" Coco asked, giving me an awkward look before I nodded.

"Sure, I'll catch you later, beautiful," I grinned before leaning over and pecking her on the lips, I then turned away and opened the door. I looked back to see Coco walking away, swaying her hips in a very ladylike manner before she looked back at me and winked. I couldn't help but lean against the doorway, cross my arms, and smile at her, my head shaking slowly in amusement. I watched as she turned the corner and left my line of sight.

"Keep it in your pants, Eddy," Zeta huffed from within my mind.

'I thought you'd arrive sooner when she and I kissed,' I thought to the feminine AI.

"I convinced her not to. I told her that it was best that you formed a relationship that at least lasted more than a week. I am actually satisfied with the results," Omicron mused, "Both of you share similar traits in regards to personality, so it is pretty obvious as to how you were able to form a relationship with her in the first place."

'So you're saying that the reason I'm able to hold a decent conversation with her is only because we act alike?' I mentally glared at the holographic robot in my brain.

"If you take your other girlfriends into account, then yes."

'Oh fuck you, lightbulb.'

"Do you need more convincing proof? If so, I can bring up Kylie-"

'She wanted me for my money, that didn't count.'

"Pam-"

'How many times have I told you that I was just her friend? There was nothing romantic going on between the two of us!'

"What about Iris?"

'... Okay, I'll give you that one. I broke it off because she was a... what do you call them? I don't watch anime, but what are those girls that are really attracted to you and will do anything to make you theirs? Zeta, I think you know what they're called.'

"Really? Because I'm the only one in this brain that watches anime?"

'Hey, I'm both the brawn and the brains, you both help plan out strategies for our missions as well as provide faster means of running the suit. I wouldn't be surprised if you guys had something to do in your free time. Except you, Omicron, you're a nerd.'

"I... will not respond to that," Omicron responded in a confused tone.

"Alright fine, they're called Yanderes; Iris was at least the closest person I've directly seen that resembles that... personality."

'Ah yes. Iris, the first person to successfully stab me with a pair of safety scissors. I guess dad's lessons in teaching me how to re-inflate a lung really paid off.'

"Mister Winslow, I believe it is time," I heard a voice behind me say, I looked to see that it was Ozpin, both hands leaning on his cane as he was standing in the center of the room.

"Well then, let's not keep you waiting," Zeta said as she logged off.

"Agreed. Best of luck to you, Eddy," Omicron followed up before repeating Zeta's actions.

'Well fuck me,' I thought to myself as I closed the door behind me. I removed my cane from my back and began to walk with it until I stood just a few feet away from Ozpin.

"I hope that you and miss Adel didn't cause too much trouble," he grinned humorlessly.

I cocked my head to the side at his response, "How did you-"

"Mister Winslow, it's my job to be informed with what goes around, whether it is in Beacon or in Signal," the silver-haired man answered.

"Well, I'll have you know," I nonchalantly pointed at the man, "We didn't cause any trouble at all."

Ozpin only raised an eyebrow for a second before nodding, bringing up his cane in a defensive stance, "So be it. Shall we begin?"

I responded by switching the cane onto my right hand, holding the cane by it's collar, rather than the handle itself.

"Of course," I said, before noticing that something was missing. Well, not something, but someone, "Where's Glynda?"

"Professor Goodwitch is currently back at Beacon, educating the rest of the students back at the academy. She does have a job to uphold, rather than just teaching you, Mister Winslow," he answered as we continued to pace around the room with our weapons drawn.

'Guys, is the KIT gauge on?' I asked the two AI in my head.

"Yeah, why?"

'Cause this is where the fun begins,' I grinned.

-oOo-

Yeah, this really was where the fun... you know what, I'll be honest; that man was more than meets the eye, I'll tell you that.

Need more proof, I'll show you what happened immediately after.

-oOo-

I proceeded to watch carefully as both me and the Headmaster continued to pace around the room, trying to analyze each others' strengths and weaknesses just from observations.

As we both observed one another, the both of us began to walk closer and closer to one another until both canes crossed one another.

As soon as the both of us got within striking distance, that's when I acted. As fast as I could, I pulled my cane back and took a swing at the man, only to watch as the shaft of his cane suddenly appeared at his side, blocking the blow.

With a scowl on my face, I retracted my cane and held it in an improvised fencing form. Upon my new stance, I immediately unleashed a barrage of attacks against the man: stabs and thrusts that were easily knocked aside, swipes that were parried just as easily, and slashes that failed to harm the man, but it sure did anger me a lot, but I managed to keep my cool.

From what I can tell, Ozpin was trying to wear me out by playing completely on the defensive, as well as try to anger me enough to slip up, leaving me open for a counterattack.

After failing to him more than a few times, I decided to change up my form on the offensive. As soon as he blocked another blow with ease, I crouched below and attempted to sweep his legs out from under him with my leg. The move was successful, but he lowered his cane down in an attempt to catch the attack and spring himself back to his feet. Out of anger, I knocked the cane out from under him as this had happened, but it was too late, he was already back on his feet, with his cane still poised to strike.

"Gah!" I finally yelled at him before rushing towards the Headmaster, trying to swing, stab, and just plain attack the man in an attempt to stagger him, "Just! Let! Me! Hit! You!"

Rather than fulfilling my request, Ozpin did something different. The man lifted his cane until he was holding it at the center before proceeding to dodge my attacks. Ozpin proceeded to maneuver through each blow, with me narrowly missing each strike as he dodged each attack with the cane just centimetres from his as he moved away from each blow.

It wasn't until I slammed the cane down where Ozpin originally stood before whirling back and sending a roundhouse kick right where Ozpin reappeared. My foot made direct impact with the center of his chest, sending him sliding back on his feet before forcing himself to stop by slamming his cane down on the ground.

I looked to see that Ozpin now held a strange smile on his face before raising his cane up until it pointed at me.

Then he uttered two words, two words that would most likely haunt me in the future. Two words that I never saw coming.

"My turn."

I barely had enough time register Ozpin disappearing from where he once stood, only for him to reappear in front of me at a blinding pace. What happened next was literally a blur, forcing me to play on the defensive, making me realize that the tables had now turned.

As Ozpin began to strike at me, he moved at an extremely fast pace, barely giving me enough time to block each blow, but I managed to hold firm on playing defense.

How? Someone might ask. Why, the suit's time dilation modification. More than a few seconds into Ozpin's shift onto the offense, with the ability to move faster than what the human eye can normally see, I had Zeta and Omicron allow me to perceive time at a slower pace while still allowing me to think at what can be considered a normal speed. Did this option have a lot of advantages? Yes it did, allowing me to strategize and plan each attack while on the battlefield; but it came with one nasty flaw: it drained my suit like a bitch, so I could only use it for brief amounts of time.

"Power holding at forty-six percent," Omicron informed. My suit was originally at eighty-eight, and I was only using time dilation for only a matter of seconds.

With the man attacking me at a blindingly fast pace, I knew I wouldn't hold for long, so I jumped back and and grabbed my gun, pulled it out from the depths of my jacket, took aim, and fired. Rather than actually hitting the man, he began to stalk towards me, quickly blocking each shot with his cane; it would've been a scary sight, were he not a silver-haired man with an unconscious obsession with coffee that always walked with that apparent death stick of his.

The more that I think about it, it seemed logical that Ozpin would make himself seem less intimidating, it would give his opponents the surprise.

As the Headmaster began to close the distance between the two of us, I had to form a plan against the man that was still walking towards me.

Well, I guess now more than a better time to test out my cane's brand new feature. With a (sort-of) plan now in my brain, I ran towards Ozpin, who was making his way towards me as well.

I raised my cane to bludgeon the man, but he again raised his weapon to block it. As soon as the weapons made contact, I used my other hand to knock away the cane. As soon as that happened, I pressed a hidden button on my cane; I watched as the shaft of the cane suddenly began to shift and flatten out: creating a cane-sword, which was now pointed just inches away from the Professor of Beacon Academy.

Ozpin only looked at the upgrade to my weapon before looking back at me with an amused look on his face.

"I see you've made some modifications to your weapons," he mused, lowering his cane until he balanced it between his hands.

"Yeah, I have," I answered with a sneer on my face, which then dropped before realizing something, "Aren't you going to fight back?"

The Headmaster tilted his head to the side for only a split second before looking upwards slightly, "No... I believe we are finished for now."

I gave him a strange look, lowering my cane and pressing the button again, the cane's blade began to expand until it formed a cylindrical shaft, "The fuck are you talking about? I wait and practice for a long time only for you to stop the match as soon as my weapon goes lethal?"

He responded by shaking his head, "Of course not, Mister Winslow. I merely stopped the fight upon making a few observations."

"Like what?"

"First was the fact that you were able to land a blow against me, only one other person was able to do that ever since I became Headmaster. Second, you were able to hold your own against me for an extended period of time. And last, the blade of your weapon was pointed directly at me; if this was a fight against the Creature of Grimm, that would no doubt be a kill strike, while against a human or Faunus assailant, it would be in their right mind to surrender," he explained.

"What're you saying?" I narrowed my eyes at the man in suspicion, not getting the message that he was explaining to me.

"What I'm saying, Eddy, is that you completed the first part of your training with flying colors. Congratulations, young man," he answered with a slight smile on his face.

For a moment, I was happy that this had happened, I was now closer to becoming a- "Wait a minute, first part of my training?"

"Of course. You expected your training to only be made up of sparring and practicing? I hope not, those are only for the regular students," Ozpin said with a slight smirk on his face before turning around and walking away.

I watched as he began to leave the Sparring arena, his cane still tapping away at the ground beneath him, "I will contact you when the second portion of your training is about to begin. In the meantime, continue to practice until I call for you again."

As soon as he exited the room, I could only think one thing.

"Eddy, are you alright?"

'That's it, I'm going to kill him. I am absolutely fucking done with this training,' I grit my teeth in frustration before leaving the room as well.

"Please calm down, Eddy. You're not really going to kill the man, are you?"

'Of course not, I'm going to find Coco, I need to calm down and I think a date might work for me,' I said to the AIs

"Oh, well in that case, have fun," Omicron said before logging off.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I muttered under my breath.

-oOo-

Well, for the next two weeks, I did just as Ozpin had told me: train, practice, and whatever was another synonym for both words; as well as going out with my girlfriend every so often.

As these two weeks passed, I received some confidential information that Zeta pulled up from the Academy. Now what are these Four Maidens? Eh, I'll look into it later, seems boring.

To summarize, I only practiced with my cane and gun as well as spend some time with Coco and her friends, but that was about to change when I got a call from Ozpin himself.

-oOo-

I looked down at my Scroll, seeing that it was from Ozpin. I guess it was about time I start part two of my training.

'Meet me in your room.' it read. Well, that would definitely give people the right idea if they were to read that message.

"I gotta go," I said to Coco, who was sitting beside me at the lunch table with her friends.

"Alright them, I'll see you later," she replied before pulling me in for a quick kiss. I then broke it off and got up from my seat, picked up my tray, threw away any scraps that remained, and walked out of the Cafeteria.

Without interruption, I made my way to my dorm, a mid-sized room that was loaned to me by Ozpin himself. As soon as I reached my dorm, I opened the door to see Ozpin standing before me, seated on a nearby chair.

"Hey Ozpimp, next time you send a message, make it sound less vague, and that it makes a bit more sense

"You've arrived," he said.

"Yeah, I know. That surprising for you?" I asked.

"No, it's just that someone else is supposed to meet us here."

"Someone else?"

"Yes, a good friend of mine, he's essential for the next part of your training," he explained.

As soon as he said that, two others: Professor Goodwitch and another man opened the door and walked- no, stumbled into the room.

"I had to drag him here myself, he's stubborn," Glynda huffed as she watched man pick himself off the floor.

"Next time you want to manhandle me, Glynda, it should be behind a locked door," the man slurred before looking at the door, "Well, whaddaya know!"

"My God, you're such a drunken idiot," Goodwitch mumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

"Hey! Who're you callin' drunk, huh? I only had a little bit," he said, pulling out a flask and tipping it over, only for nothing to come out, "See!... Oh, nevermind."

I watched as the man then turned his attention to the Headmaster, "Hey Ozzy! What's up?"

"You're late," the Professor answered.

"I was very, very far away from here, it makes sense that I would be late for this... meeting," he hiccuped.

"You were right across the hall, passed out drunk after teaching a class," Goodwitch deadpanned.

"Wait a minute... this guy's a teacher?!" I exclaimed, looking over at the man, who's glazed red eyes then flicked to me as he heard my voice.

"And who might you be?" the man asked, trying to stand up straight, only to watch as he stumbled a bit more.

"Name's Eddy," I answered, the man narrowed his eyes at me for a second before nodding slowly.

"So... you're Ozpin's new dick-in-training?" he smirked.

"Qrow!" Glynda yelled.

'Well, fuck you too,' I thought.

"Yeah, we're hiring," 'Qrow' raised an eyebrow at my response, "But I don't really think you'll... measure up."

The room went dead silent at my reply. Glynda's mouth hung open in shock, even Ozpin gave a slightly stunned look. But... Qrow? He only burst out laughing before walking over to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Ha! I can tell I'm gonna like you already."

"Ahem, Eddy, this is Qrow Branwen," Ozpin introduced.

"Sup?" Qrow said before pulling up a chair and sitting in it, "My name's Qrow, and I'm an alcoholic... I haven't been sober for God knows how long."

"Then why don't you stop drinking?" Glynda asked.

"Hey, if I stop drinking, I'm afraid that the cumulative hangover might kill me," he answered, watching as Goodwitch only sighed and give up on trying to reason with the drunk's logic.

"Qrow is going on a mission soon, and I believe that you would be the best possible candidate to travel with him," Ozpin explained.

"You mean the 'only'," both Qrow and I responded simultaneously, only for the both of us to look at one another before shrugging.

"So wait, you mean that I'll be leaving Vale?"

"Correct, you will be assisting Qrow in several Hunting missions as well as taking on some of your own," before I could open my mouth to respond, he spoke again, "The reason why I cannot travel is because it is my job as Headmaster to help in running the schools. My sincere apologies."

And before I could ask why he was apologizing, I looked at Glynda, who had a slightly disturbed look on her face, while Qrow merely laughed and walked over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Don't you worry kid, just stick with me and you'll do just fine," he said.

Unfortunately for me, I knew that tone of voice he was using, it was the tone I used when I knew that someone is about to die.

'Oh.. fuck. Me.'

"Your first mission will take place in Atlas," Ozpin explained before getting up to leave, with Goodwitch following close behind, leaving me alone with Qrow.

'With a motherfucking cactus.'

Unfortunately, I had no idea what would be in store for me in the future.


Disclaimer: Done, hope you like this chapter, don't forget to let me know what you guys think of this one.

Keep your eyes peeled for the next one as well: where we see what happens to our anti-hero in the land of Atlas.

And as always, stay beautiful, ladies and gents.