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Previously on the Body and Soul

He deactivated his Aura when he spoke to Johnson, "Come on, we should hurry along now!" His voice carried the confidence he gained after the test, and anyone could hear it.


The body understood why the soul was feeling the way it did, so it didn't give much reaction to the soul's confidence. It was only a tactical advantage, if you asked the body.

Five Hours Later, Beacon Cliffs

Ozpin and Goodwitch sat on some foldable chairs that one of Beacon's custodians brought them, as they watched over Jack's performance. He was the only one left to watch over and grade, and he utterly failed the navigation portion of the test. He seemed to gravitate around the area of the temple, but he completely overlooked it when he did come across it, even passing through the temple without realizing it. It was too bad that he would end up as the True Man Out if he were to bring something back. Ozpin almost felt sorry for the kid, almost.

Goodwitch was tired of all of the waiting he caused her, "I think we should end our initiation now. He wasted enough time as it is."

"Glynda," Ozpin started, "we never gave him a time limit, so why act like there is?"

"Some missions don't have a time limit, but it could turn from success to failure if they were too slow," she responded.

Ozpin didn't seem to react much, "He's still young. We'll allow him a bit more time before we force that concept on him."

She looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn't. She thought it was best to have something revealed early, so the person could get it over with quicker. Ozpin only revealed something when he believed they were ready for it. She trusted his judgment, his plans only failing on few occasions. She only hoped this plan didn't fail, as that usually leads to a person's death.

Same Time, Abandoned Temple

Even though they didn't find any more Grimm along the way, Jack was terrible with directions. Tell him to go in a straight line, and he will somehow find a way to turn that line into a grand labyrinth. It's the reason he liked maps so much, he can always follow a map. You can't tell him directions and expect him to get to the location on time without a map. The worse part about it is the fact that he is completely oblivious to the fact that he is horrible with directions without a map; he only realized that he gets to the location faster with a map. That is how he somehow found the temple by heading south.

The temple wasn't much in Jack's opinion as he examined the temple's perimeter. The moss covered, grey bricks were cracked, weathered, and destroyed. It was built in a circle, or would have if the southern half of the wall wasn't gone without a trace. All that was left was a crumbling wall, some fallen pillars, and about thirty or so podiums. He felt as if something should have been on one of the podiums, but he didn't know why. He questioned whether there were supposed to be something on them or not.

"Johnson," an idea came to the spirit, "we should take a podium as a relic." It was the only logical decision he could make from the situation. He knew he was late, but not late enough for all the relics to be gone. He was also terrible with time.


It didn't argue, listening to the orders with only silent question. It lifted the object, only slightly, before placing it back down. It realized that the object was too heavy to follow both the order and its top priority. Turning back to the blur, it said, "Too heavy."


"Okay," Jack replied, "how 'bout I try?" Activating his Aura, he stepped close to the podium to grab it. He lifted it with a motion that made the stone object appear light as a feather, but he never noticed that his Aura flickered for a brief moment. He bounced the podium on his shoulders a few times to test the weight. After doing so, he was confused by why Johnson would say that it was too heavy. He voiced his question, "Hey Johnson, why did you say it was so heavy?"


"Body has muscle. Soul has Aura," it said. "Muscle has limit. Aura has none." It noticed the soul's Aura flicker again, the soul did not.


"Well okay then!" Jack shouted. "We should start heading back to the cliff, can't keep professor Ozdin waiting too long."


The body and soul left the temple, with the body trailing slightly behind the soul to make sure that any threats nearby couldn't harm the soul.

Same Time, Beacon Cliffs

"Well," Ozpin started, "isn't this surprising?" The kid's transcripts and reports said that he was unable to unlock his Aura, with and without help. But here he was, using Aura as if it were an everyday occurrence. Maybe the year would be more interesting than he first thought.

Glynda didn't understand what she was seeing. She knew that it was Aura, but that was impossible from the kid. She read through the reports more thoroughly than Ozpin. She knew all the tests done; and with the results, he shouldn't be able to call upon it. She could only question, "How?"

Thirty Minutes Later, Bottom of Beacon Cliffs

They met very little opposition on the way to their location, and the one they did find were out quickly from Johnson spearing through their heads. There they stood, one questioning what happened, and the other wondering if there were any more enemies close by. Two giant Grimm corpses laid there. They were still turning into smoke, but it wasn't done because of their enormous size.

The larger one, looking to be nearly three stories tall, had wings with pitch black feathers; it looked like it died from decapitation, if its severed head was any indication. The smaller one, which was still larger than ten average humans, was absolutely covered in bone plating; it seemed to have died from its own stinger being cut off and jammed through its thick plating, if what was described held any truth. He stopped questioning what happened when he realized that it was of no concern to him.

"Well," Jack suddenly said, "we should start heading up." He flickered again, something that was happening with shorter intervals. It was amazing that Jack still hasn't noticed it.

There were no objections made, so they went to the base of the cliff face. Johnson was climbing slowly as to not agitate the chest wound or his wrist. Jack had no such limitation, so he floated up. He was at the top of the cliff in only a minute. After noting that it was a different section of the cliff, he set down the podium and went back down to get Johnson. There was barely a second in between each flicker now.

When he was at Johnson's level, Jack grabbed ahold of him and started going up; his speed seemed to be slightly reduced. He didn't notice that his speed was slower, or that his Aura was flickering every half second now. The body did notice that, but it didn't know what that would mean. They were lucky that they were at the top when it was discovered why his Aura was flickering.

Jack just made it to the top when his Aura suddenly cut off, making him drop his former body. Johnson wasn't prepared to fall so suddenly, but he adapted quickly. He reacted by stabbing Gerold into the cliff to make a hand hold; however, that exerted the wrist a bit too much as it fractured slightly. He got up by swinging himself up and using his feet to help him to the top.

Jack was a bit sheepish when he looked at Johnson. "Sorry," he said, "but I can't use my Aura anymore, so can you carry this back to Beacon?" He didn't linger on the fact that Johnson could have died a few seconds ago. He was still worried about initiation.


The body could see clearly from their location to Beacon, so it decided that the area was safe. Hoisting the podium to his shoulders with its good hand, the body headed for Beacon, the soul trailing slightly behind this time.

One Hour Later, Beacon Auditorium

Jack and Johnson, with wrappings around his wounds, stood side by side as the headmaster was announcing the teams. Jack wasn't paying much attention. He knew that wasn't the best idea, but it was so boring. He kept himself occupied by looking at each team as they were called up. He only barely noticed that they were formed in teams that shared a chess piece, but when did they get chess pieces? Why didn't he have one? He chose not to dwell on that, as he could at least tell that Beacon wasn't going to be boring.

One of the teams was comprised with three Faunus and a human. The first Faunus was an orange haired fox; she stood with narrowed eyes pointed towards the human of the group. The human was standing with a slouch, not caring about what was happening apparently; he had a pair of glasses upon his face that were so thick that Jack couldn't see the guy's eyes. The next Faunus was a hawk Faunus; he had a pair of brown feathered wings with white spots attached to his back. The last member was a lioness Faunus with dark blonde hair; neither she nor the hawk seemed to notice—or care—what the fox was doing. When they left, the orange-head had to drag the human off stage, as it didn't seem like he was responding to anything.

The next was a team of mix matched humans: three males, one female. The first one was a short boy with a pair of jeans and a normal t-shirt; he would occasionally look over towards the area with the rest of the initiates, only to look away with a mad blush on his face, strange. The one that stood beside him was a guy with an open trench coat—just like him; he stood with a sway of his body, seemingly drunk. The last male of the group was dressed in military fatigues; there seemed to be something wrong with the way he stood, because it looked like he was trying to stand at rest only to need to readjust himself half a second later. The final member was the only female in the new team, and she wore a blue hoodie and plaid skirt; her attention obviously wasn't on what Ozpin was saying, as she looked at something off to the distance with curious eyes. They had to have been the strangest team of the day.

There were many interesting people joining Beacon. Jack even saw that the testosterone squad was still together; he quietly wondered how they stuck together, but that wasn't his concern. It was in their similar armors that they stood at attention. It was with near perfect synchronization that they nodded their heads to what was said. They have known each other for years it would seem. They left when they were no longer needed.

He then saw Jaune's team; it had him, Nora, the redhead, and Ren, but he didn't pay attention to the name. Jaune was stunned by something that was said, only to be knocked over by the combat model. The team seemed to be very playful with each other. It was like they were friends for years. Jack didn't understand how that could happen so quickly.

The same could be said when Ruby's team was called up; that team was made of her, Weiss, the girl with the bow, and Yang. Like with Jaune, Ruby was stunned, but she was picked up into a hug by her sister. Weiss didn't look like the happiest camper to Jack, and the girl with the bow didn't react much.

No matter which team was introduced, there was clapping from all of the students, from first years to fourth years. The applauds went to each and every team. It may have been quieter for some and louder for others, but each group had some sort of clapping or cheering. Jack could understand why they were so excited. New people, that meant that things could be different. Welcome them with open arms.

"Jack Gilligan Johnson," Ozpin called, making the body and soul walk onto the stage, "you have failed to retrieve any of the true relics; however, you passed as we never told you what the relics were, and you brought back one of the stone podiums. You are this year's True Man Out. You are your only teammate, and your only leader. Congratulations, young man."

The room was silent. There was no clapping, no cheering, nothing. The first years weren't clapping; considering, they were either jealous that he got to be a one man team, or they were confused about why he was a one man team. The rest didn't clap because they were aware of what that title entailed. There were only two ways a True Man Out would end up: one of the strongest of their year or the dead man walking. They could only hope for the former, but they could tell it was going to be a long road to stop him from becoming the latter.

"This seems to be shaping up to an interesting year," Ozpin muttered before directing one of the staff members to guide the students to their dorms and hand out their scrolls.

One Hour Later, Beacon Dorms

Jack was given a room with a single bed, a nightstand, a closet, a work table, and a bathroom. All of the teams were given a room with four beds, four nightstands, a much larger closet, two work tables, and a bathroom that could fit the squads all together. He was fine with that because he was aware that he would be the only one staying in the room. He knew that he would be by himself, without a team, for his stay at Beacon; he could understand that.

He told Johnson to sleep in the bed as he started to organize all of his things. The first thing he took out of his luggage was a small radio. The device started to play some soft music, as Jack couldn't really tolerate a quiet room with nothing to do. That's how his night went. Johnson was asleep, Jack moved things around to his liking, and music played in the background.

End

Well, there you have it. The sixth seventh chapter is here. If you have a question, just leave a review and I will answer it, unless it has something to do with the plot that I cant reveal.

Those non-canon teams that I introduced are not a part of my story's plot, whatsoever. The first one was team KAZE by QuietFever for his story, "The Misadventures of a Sleepy Hunter". The other team was team DARN by diggix for his story "The Misadventures of Team DARN". I would have described a third team, but the author of that team didn't respond and I'm not going to use it without the guy's permission. It was team ARES by Qopster for his story "Team ARES". They are all stories that I would recommend that you read. The first for a comedic action mystery. The second for pure comedy. And the third for a comedic action.

Good day people, sleep well.