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Font:

Normal: "'Go that way,' I say!"

Thought/Dreams: "Half-awake people are not trustworthy with directions."

Writing: "The Grimm are a species of soulless creatures."

TRANSITION: "Anything With This Font."

Previously On "The Body and Soul"

"That would not be a problem, Mister Tigris, but why would you need that?" The artificial intelligence wanted to make note of everything to later send to the headmaster.

He was almost at the exit when he responded, "All I'm doing is getting lunch, and it would be terrible if someone were to walk in on him in this state." And with that he was out the door.

Forty-Five Minutes Later, Same Location

Jack didn't understand what happened. One minute, he was going to do something idiotic to see if that would help in his fight. After the next few moments, he felt so weak with only a little bit of information on what he did in between.

All he could feel was complete weakness. What he felt was not a feel that the average person would normally feel. What he felt was heaviness, fatigue, drowsiness, and a few other things that he couldn't think of. It was those feels that made him take that time to only slightly recover. Those feeling made it so that he couldn't move—until now.

He tested to see if he could activate his Aura. The answer gave him some good news at least. He could activate his Aura and it helped stave off the feel for the time being. He could move easier, and could start thinking clearly again.

Whatever it was, he stopped himself from worrying about it for the time. He slowly made his way to his former body. With his Aura still active, he rolled Johnson onto his back to get a good look at the damages.

His clothes were torn, His body was covered with scrapes. But other than that, it didn't seem like he suffered through much. Then again, he wasn't the best at determining wounds.

"Man," he thought to himself, "he really put us through the ringer, didn't he?"

The body used the familiar Aura that was around it to help heal its bone injuries: fractured sternum, four cracked ribs, and a cracked shoulder blade. The broken skin was something that it could worry about later. The bones that were nearly fixed became a bit fragile, but that was only because they were still being repaired. It needed an efficient way to protect against damage in the future.

The body opened its eyes to see a somewhat worried soul peering over it. Does the soul always become worried when it starts to recover from a battle? "Probably." It sat up, telling the soul that it was awake.

"Need any help there, Johnson?" the soul asked.

The body didn't require any assistance. It didn't appear as if they need to get anywhere, "No."

Jack was about to ask another question, but he heard the door open. Remembering to turn off his Aura, he felt the weakness return.

Leo came in through the door holding a plate of food in each hand. "Well, well, well," he spoke while walking or wards Johnson, "isn't this a surprise?"

Jack didn't let his surprise be heard in his tone, but he did let himself be sarcastic, "What's the surprise? Me being on the ground still? Or me being conscious?"

He sat down a few feet from Johnson and placed the food to his sides, "To be honest, I expected you to be dead to the word for another thirty minutes."

With curiosity, Jack questioned, "So, what exactly was that battle for?"

He didn't answer for a little while, choosing to remove his heavy gauntlets instead. He slowly set his gauntlets onto the ground behind him. Next he took a large steak from the plate on his left with his bare hand, and he tore off a chunk of the meat with his sharp teeth. He chewed for what seemed to be hours to Jack before gulping it down, "I already told you why. I wanted to know if you are a worthy True Man Out. And from what I've seen, you aren't."

Now that was a bit of a blow to the self-esteem.

"A True Man Out," he continued, "needs to be everything a team can be—and more. But what I've seen from you is nothing but a *disgrace*. You couldn't even make me take a single step! I could bet that just about any other of the new bloods could have made me do more than take a step! From what I've seen, you will die on your first mission—no matter what the Hunter with you does."

Even when he was feeling weak, Jack couldn't help but laugh, "Now isn't that the truth."

Now Leo was curious, "What do you mean?" Maybe the kid had some sort of redeeming quality after all?

Jack didn't want to stretch it out for too long, "Well, I doubt anyone's ever truly ready for their first mission, but that's what Beacon is for: to train us to be ready."

And it was now Leo's turn to laugh, "You're right about that much, no one is ever ready for their first mission. However, when the team fails they don't usually die; the other members can watch each other's backs to make sure of that much. When a True Man Out fails, it usually ends with their death, as they won't have the extra help."

Jack didn't know how to properly respond to that, so he let sarcasm speak for him, "Isn't *that* just a massive weight on my shoulders?"

A sigh came from Leo, "Look, You seem to be a nice kid, but you're not ready for this, and you probably never will be. So why don't you quit while you're ahead?" It seemed like he was really trying to persuade Jack—even adding the touch of resting his hand on Johnson's shoulder—but it wouldn't work.

A chuckle came from Jack, "Yeah, maybe."

"Do you think Ozpin made a mistake letting you stay?" The seed of doubt was planted.

"Nah," the seed would need to wait until it rained to be nurtured. "It's barely been a single day, so I can't say yet."

"You're an interesting kid, new blood. It would be a sight to see someday, possibly. I'll just leave you to your lunch," Leo stood and walked away, taking the plate of food, to his left, with him.

As soon as he left, Jack reactivated his Aura. He didn't do it for a feeling of strength. He did it so he could give Johnson the plate to let him eat. He knew his former body deserved it. For that time, Jack could only question what happened with the Dust.

He knew he felt rage, but the question was "why". Looking back on the event, he also realized that he felt a bit of joy before the rage. The light bulb above his head finally turned on. He felt joy when the wind Dust activated and rage when the fire Dust activated. Now he just needed to understand why.

He can figure it out later. Now he just needed to know what his next class would be, "Hey Johnson, what's the next class?"

he answered as he continued to eat, "Professor: Goodwitch, Glynda. Battle tactics and live-combat."

"Well, that sounds like a fun class," oh, how he will regret those thoughts.

End

Originally, this chapter and the one prior to this would have been a single chapter, but I decided to split it up. I thought it was a good place to stop at, so why not?

If you haven't noticed yet, I'm trying to make each arc have a similar theme to that of the RWBY arcs.

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