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GET ON WITH IT!

Alright, alright, sheesh. No need to be so stingy.

That being said, I'm back, and I'll now be redoing almost the entirety of Volume 5, which, as most of you know, is probably the worst Volume in the series. Which is honestly unfortunate, because it had a lot of potential.

Luckily, CRWBY has learned a lot since then, especially Miles and Kerry, and the last two Volumes of RWBY have probably been the best in the series, at least where I'm standing. Volume 7 is still airing as of the time I'm writing this, but I have a feeling that it'll probably the best Volume they've made thus far. That being said, while I will try to keep this close to canon where possible, I have my limits, so don't be surprised if some things happen in different ways or some things just don't happen at all, once we get past Volume 5.

Sorry that this one was late. Life stuff was catching up with me, and it took a while for me to get this chapter to a point where I felt like I could show it to you guys. Anyways, sorry for the delay. Don't worry, I won't let this become a trend.

With all of that being said, I sincerely hope that you all enjoy the latest chapter of Team STIK! Here's to many more!

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Chapter 62: Welcome to Mistral

Tomura Shigaraki was not often a patient man. He wasn't stupid by any means; but he could be impulsive, rash, and downright bloodthirsty at times. He often felt the need to vent, to go on these "walks" he referenced.

He couldn't do that here. Standing in front of him, face half-covered by that damned mask, was Kai Chisaki, one of the most dangerous men in Mistral; and, quite possibly, the entirety of Remnant. He had to be careful here. The man obviously had his own reasons for coming here. Someone of his influence wouldn't come to a meeting like this if there wasn't something he could get out of it.

"So, you're the yakuza leader I've heard so much about," Tomura began. "I hope you're worth the meeting. Name's Tomura Shigaraki."

"Overhaul. I hope I can say the same, once we're done here," Chisaki said, a brief few coughs escaping his mask before he mumbled to himself, "The air here's practically made of dust. I'm gonna get sick."

Twice, annoyed at having to wait so long, piped up, waving a single hand in the air in annoyance. "Join the club, man. We've been sitting here for a while. You better be worth it-"

"Now, now, calm yourself, Twice," Tomura said, in brief disbelief that he was the one who had to calm down one of his subordinates. This distraction also allowed Torchwick to slyly move his hands behind his back, setting his new, non-weaponized cane to the side as one of his hands rested on the grip of one of his pistols. Just in case. "Let's try to be civilized, here."

"I don't get it," Himiko said with a bored drawl in her tone. "What makes this guy so special? We're all crooks and thugs here, aren't we?"

Compress quickly answered her question, saying, "In truth, it would be better to tell the full tale at a different time. The short version is this: he's from a type of crime syndicate known as Yakuza. Mistral is known for its black market, and before the Great War, the Yakuza were the unnamed kings of the underworld. But, once Hunters began to pop up, their numbers began to dwindle, more and more, until All Might made his debut. Since then, most were barely able to scrape by as rent-a-thugs. You could've called them an endangered species."

"... 'could've?' Past tense?"

"Indeed," Overhaul answered. "It took a while, but we've been slowly gaining more influence, both in the underworld and in the proper one. There are a few holdouts, like Little Ms. Malachite and Thoth, but business is always better with a bit of competition. Anyway, that's not why you're here, is it?"

"... indeed," Tomura said, leaping from his perch and landing on the floor of the warehouse with an echoing, metallic thud, the noise itself almost bending unnaturally to his presence. He stood from a landing crouch, placing his left hand casually on Oblivion's hilt, catching the moonlight in just such a way that it drew his attention for only a moment. Chisaki, in contrast, was entirely unarmed. Given his powerset, he didn't need one. He could make as many as he needed to with a simple touch. "With All Might out of the picture, there has never been a greater opportunity to make a power play than right now. I'd imagine you're quite excited about that too, Chisaki?"

"Oh, I'm glad he's gone, alright," Chisaki admitted. "He's caused us more than our fair share of problems over the years. Almost caught us a few times. You don't see those stories on the news, but I can assure you they did happen.

"But I'm more interested in the absence of All for One."

.

..

…

… silence reigned over the entire building, and ensured that Kai Chisaki, leader of the Shie Hassaikai, had everyone's complete and undivided attention. The tension was palpable, and thick enough to cause a pause for breath. Tomura's left hand had glided from its casual position, draping off the hilt, to holding Oblivion's scabbard with all but his pinky. Himiko's hands had shifted to let her knives come out at a moment's notice. Kurogiri and Dabi, who had been silent for the entire exchange, switched to ready positions, the former causing his misting body to briefly flare up while the latter found the handle of Purgatory under his arm. Compress had his own cane-sword ready, and Torchwick's grip on his pistol never slackened for even a moment.

"'The Emperor of the Shadow.' That's what the higher-ups had always called him. They feared him like he was some kind of demon. Honestly, most of the newer generation thought he was a boogeyman; an urban legend to keep us afraid and on our toes. Well, until Beacon fell, at least. It was honestly shocking to see him there, in the flesh. But, of course, we all know how that ended. And now, both the worlds of dark and light appear to be without symbols. Without someone to guide the way. So, the natural question is this one:

"Who's gonna step up and lead the next generation of criminals?"

…

"Isn't it obvious?" Tomura said, flourishing his hand dramatically as if to present himself, his crimson eyes gleaming through the bone-white hand that served as his mask. "It's me. I have a vision. A goal for this society that worships Hunters like demigods. To turn it to dust, and let something stronger rise from the charred bones and scattered ashes. We will break this world. Make no mistake of that."

"... is that all?"

Tomura was taken aback by that response. This... had never happened before. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you have a plan for this? To enact this change you desperately seek?" Chisaki continued, his stance still entirely at ease. "A goal without a plan is nothing but a wish. And I don't throw my lot in with those who have nothing but a wish.

"Understand me, here and now. I never came to this place to join you. Nor did I come here to work with you," Chisaki said as he raised a single hand, palm up, and kept on. "I know that someone assisted you with the Fall of Beacon, which you've taken partial credit for. Someone who can commune with and control the Grimm. Otherwise, too many things about that attack make no sense. The White Fang as well," he almost spat the organization's name as he said it. "You're only here because others have given you the resources and power to do so. Because they, unlike you, have a plan. But your group's name has weight to it. It has power. Even more than my own organization's. So, this is my proposal. Place yourselves under me. Lend your name to my cause, place me in contact with your partners, and make me your new boss. I have a plan. And it requires your group to cooperate.

"So? What do you say?"

Tomura stared on in seeming shock and rage for several seconds. After it passed, he slowly turned to Torchwick, whose face had been growing more and more dire with each passing moment. This... crap, his ego had gotten ahead of him. It was going to be a hell of a thing, to swallow his pride like this. The others really weren't going to like it. But, if they wanted to get into the black market, they'd have to make sacrifices. Better it be him than anyone else under his command. He was broken enough. He could take it.

"... alright. But let's get one thing clear," Tomura said, hand twitching to destroy something. "We will not place ourselves under you. We'll work with you. We'll help you get what you want, and you'll help us get what we want."

"It sounds like you think you have something to bargain. I'm sorry, but-"

"In exchange," Tomura continued, interrupting whatever Chisaki was about to say. "I will personally place you into contact with our... partner, as you call her. I can't guarantee her alliance, but I can give you that. It's more than most can say. So? How about it?"

Silence reigned for several seconds before Chisaki let out a brief chuckle. A pleasantly surprised one at that.

"Well... it appears we can do business."

(the next day, somewhere in Mistral's upper districts, Jaune's POV)

There wasn't a whole lot of information on the underworld. At least, out in the open. Luckily, Jaune knew someone who happened to be quite well versed in the information department. Thoth never explained why he'd given Jaune those fake transcripts, or how he'd gotten ahold of them in the first place. Jaune thought himself lucky that Thoth explained why he was helping him at all. All the man said that his father, Braun, had apparently saved his life, and that such a debt could not be repaid with just a simple favor. He called it a "life debt," a literal one, given his semblance. Whatever it was.

But that wasn't what was troubling him. The Shie Hassaikai, a group well known in the underworld, had gained mass influence almost overnight. There were stragglers, but one of the more notorious groups, known only as the Port Mafia, had been mostly wiped off the map. They were still around, and, allegedly, still fighting the Hassaikai, but it was an uphill battle if Jaune had ever seen one. And he'd seen, and lived through, several.

A list of various anonymous burner scrolls was the way that Thoth preferred to contact people, and the list regularly changed every other week. Usually, he wasn't the one doing the contacting, but he always seemed to be a special case in the man's eyes. He didn't trust Thoth, but despite that, (and no matter what the man said to the contrary) Jaune felt he owed him. He was the entire reason that he was able to go to Beacon, to meet everyone he'd come to call a friend.

… I'll have to tell them. Soon. It's... not going to keep itself a secret for much longer. It may as well come from me.

"Yes. I understand your hesitation, but it is the right course of action."

Ultimately. Lancelot hadn't been very talkative over the last few months. Mainly because he'd been contemplating this very question. Jaune had been too. It felt wrong, to keep lying to them about who he was. He never deserved to get into Beacon. Not really. He hoped that he'd earned his place now, unlike before. Jaune wouldn't ask forgiveness. It was too late for that. But whether they accepted him or not, he'd fight with them until the end. Just like Pyrrha would.

"Hey, Jaune!" Ruby said, getting his attention by waving her arms in his face. "You alright? Remnant to Paladin!"

"I'm here, I'm here... wait, 'Paladin'?" Jaune asked as he batted the red reaper's hands away from his face. "Where'd that come from?"

"Oh! Well, I was just thinking about G&G stuff, and I was debating what everyone's classes would be. The first thing that came to mind for you was Paladin, so... I decided to try out a new nickname?"

.

..

…

"... well, it's leagues better than 'Vomit Boy,' that's for sure," Jaune said with a smirk. "Which one are you?"

Ruby gave a bloated, heavy sigh, and said with a disappointed tone, "... Ranger."

Jaune inwardly cringed at that. It had been a while since he'd done anything G&G related, but he did know that Ranger was not one of the most... well-received classes. Especially in the newest edition.

"... I don't know about that. You're more like... a Fighter with a longbow," Jaune said, causing the rose-themed reaper to perk up.

"Really?!"

"Yeah. You're way too good in close combat to not be a Fighter. And if we were actually characters in a G&G game, you'd definitely be burning through Action Surges like crazy," Jaune continued, referring to her speed.

She shrugged, confirming that she'd probably be doing just that. "I don't think I'd be burning through them that fast. In the game, I mean. In real life, I'd totally do that."

"I figured," Jaune said as they finished conversing, finally arriving at the gates of Haven Academy. The same place that Team SSSN and ABRN had trained before the Vytal Festival. He wished Shoto was here to see this, but he was still catching up with his mother. He... they were going to need some time, to reconnect. They deserved that much.

It was definitely reflective of eastern Anima's culture. The main courtyard was large, square-shaped, with stone walkways and a circular center with Haven's symbol engraved into the stonework. Where there wasn't stone, there was grass, neatly tended to and clipped, with a few bushes to dot the edges symmetrically. Surrounding the courtyard on almost every side were several pagodas, all of the same make and design, ranging from two to even four stories high. They made up the bulk of the campus. A few towers could be seen in the distance, with wires connecting various buildings to them. He assumed that it was somehow connected to their access to Mistral's CCT.

Directly in front of them, however, sat the main building of Haven Academy. It wasn't the largest building on the campus, yet it was definitely the most regal. A more pronounced and elevated second story, with a triangular finish at the top and massive, oak wood doors that stood in defense of the entrance, the knockers held in the mouths of lion's heads made of brass.

To say that it was an intimidating first impression would be an understatement. At least, that's how Jaune felt. Ruby looked too wide-eyed and happy to notice, all while Nora chatted amiably away while Ren watched her, a pleasant smile on his face all the while.

Qrow, however, seemed to be distressed. After a few moments more, Jaune knew why. The halls, the courtyard, the entire school... it was empty. Entirely, utterly empty. He could understand the students being gone; most would want to be with their families after what happened at Beacon. But he'd expected to see other faculty. A janitor or two, at least? The school wasn't entirely unguarded; in fact, it's protection since the Beacon incident had been nothing less than a 24/7 lockdown for a while, but he'd expected... something. What the hell was happening.

"Kids..." Qrow said, unable to keep the edge out of his voice, causing the smiles of the other three to almost instantly fade. "Guards up. Something's not right."

"... well, school's not exactly in session right now," Nora said, though doubt was evident in her eyes. "I don't think it'd be reasonable for students to be here, especially after... everything."

"I don't think that's it," Ren said, finally taking note of their indoor surroundings. They were lavishly decorated with all of the achievements of their finest students, and pieces of fine paintings hung on the walls of the place. And throughout it all was a persistent, deadly quiet that threatened to swallow any conversation made idle.

They were alone.

The school was completely empty.

Qrow drew Harbinger backhanded, the weapon extending its blade as he made his way down the hall with the kids hot on his heels. Ruby rested her own hand on Cresent Rose, and Nora and Ren's handhold tightened even further. Jaune steadied his off-hand on Crocea Mors' sheath, preparing to draw the blade at a moment's notice. Things weren't looking as bright as they'd been hoping.

After a few short seconds of running, they came to the door of the headmaster's office. It wasn't like the entrance to Ozpins, which the blonde knight suspected had been constructed to be deliberately intimidating. This one seemed homely, and welcoming. He could almost smell the aroma of a strong blend of Jasmine tea beyond the door. It also put him on edge, even moreso than he already was.

"Be ready," Qrow said, flipping Harbinger back up, poised to strike whoever came out of that doorway. Ruby took up a covering position, while Nora and Jaune took up the vanguard with Qrow. Ren took up mid-point, just in case they needed it.

The red-eyed reaper's boot cracked the door open and sent the locking mechanism into splinters, causing the door to swing suddenly open, and giving them a full view of the man they'd been looking to meet the entire time. That same man looked deeply surprised by their intrusion, with his hand over his chest and his breathing labored.

Lionheart was a middle-aged man with a mane of tan/gray hair and a beard. He had a tanned complexion with brown eyebrows and dark brown eyes. He wore a brown greatcoat with a matching mantle, which had cross emblems on each side. He also wore a white dress shirt under his coat, a western necktie and carried a pocket watch that dangled from his person by a chain, likely knocked loose by their sudden entrance. Lionheart also wore dark brown slacks and dress shoes.

"Qrow! By Oum's mighty pen, you nearly gave me a heart attack," Leonardo said as he took deep breaths. Jaune quickly sheathed his weapon, the others doing so in turn so that they wouldn't leave too bad of a first impression. Even though the door probably left enough of one. Man, that thing was an inch and a half thick. How strong was Qrows kick to make it practically explode into splinters like that?

The red-eyed reaper in question took a second to place Harbinger back into its place. He was anxious, and Jaune couldn't blame him for being so. It had been a rough few weeks, and the consistent bouts with Tyrian certainly didn't help. "Leo, you were supposed to greet us at the entrance. Where the hell were you?"

"... is it-" Leonardo said as he fumbled for his pocket watch. "Ah! My deepest apologies. Time seems to have slipped away from me again."

Qrow chuckled at that, a small smile on his face. This seemed to be par for the course for them. Hopefully, the rest of the conversation would go as well. Even if Leonardo wasn't exactly what everyone was expecting.

(forty-five minutes later)

This... this was definitely less than ideal. Leonardo and Qrow had talked details for most of the conversation, so the kids only paid half attention while they absorbed the details of the office they were in. It was autumn-colored, with a large, crescent-shaped mahogany desk near the center, with a few bookshelves lining the walls of the room. Off to the right side was a cushioned couch and chair, and a tea table in the middle, a tea set on proud display. Ren had partaken in the already brewed Jasmine tea. Jaune wasn't one for tea himself, but it did seem to put Ren more at ease.

Jaune had been paying the most attention to the conversation, and as it went on, the others started to pay more and more attention. Mistral's hunters were spread thin. Unbelievably thin. After Beacon, people had been terrified. They lost several people during the first few months. Professors and teachers from the very walls of Haven Academy. Those who had survived had requested time with their loved ones. One had been so affected that he'd resigned from his post, something that Leo reluctantly granted to the man.

That wasn't even getting into the threat of war with Atlas, or the tense political situation that Leonardo had been caught up in ever since he'd come into office. Every move he made was questioned by every other member of the council, and unless he voted for something that was essentially vital, they always deposed and denounced everything he brought up. There was also the problem of Mistral's criminal underworld. It was everywhere. There was simply no escaping that fact. If you lived in Mistral for longer than a few years, the chances were astronomically high that you would experience some form of it, whether as a benefit or a detriment.

When the topic of the spring maiden came up, Jaune was ready to burst into action at a moment's notice. Here was someone that they could save, someone who could help them defend Remnant from the forces that threatened it. It was a perfect opportunity. Bandits? He and the rest of RNJRSIY (he still chuckled internally at the ridiculous name) had been hunting Grimm way more dangerous than any bandits could ever be. They'd definitely have to be careful about it, but he was confident that they could do it. And yet...

… a few weeks? Jaune understood while Leo had answered that, and his explanation was logical enough. But hearing it spoken aloud... a few weeks?!

"... erm... Jaune?" Nora said as she pointed next to him. "Your, uh... semblance is showing. Seriously, what's Lance doing out?"

A quick glance to the side showed him a fully formed Lancelot, kneeling in front of the desk, causing both Qrow and Leonardo to start; the latter moreso than the former. As though he'd been caught in a lie of some kind. This reaction barely lasted for a second, but Jaune saw it. And Lancelot did too. The materialized knight said nothing, despite his ability to do so, merely turning to Jaune and bowing his head in apology before scattering back into his Aura.

"I thought Lancelot couldn't manifest like that independently," Ruby said with a confused look on her face.

"Me too," Jaune said under his breath. And I'm willing to bet that he didn't think he could either. At least, not fully-body like that. He's always been able to do a helmet just fine, but that...

Jaune shook himself out of it as the conversation continued on, never able to quite shake the feeling that Leonardo was hiding something. And from the presence and thrum of his soul, Lancelot seemed to agree with that assessment. But the question remained: what exactly could Leonardo Lionheart be hiding.

(a well-traveled road, two hours from Mistral, Izuku's POV)

"I didn't know you knew how to ride one of these things," Oscar said, trying to stay as still as he could as the landscape passed them by. The helmet he wore, a simple black piece with a green visor, was a bit too big for him, hence why the straps were pulled so tightly. Not enough to hurt him, though.

"Well... I am still pretty new to this, so don't expect anything too fancy," the green-haired inheritor admitted, tightening his grip on the handlebars ever so slightly.

Izuku's confidence in his ability to ride a motorcycle had increased significantly due to the lessons that Yang had put him through before they'd fully recovered. Not the best of their ideas, to be sure, and he never would've done something like that if they were under normal circumstances. But, of course, these weren't normal circumstances. They'd needed to make the best use of their time.

The speed at which they traveled was a joy to experience. He'd admittedly been afraid of screwing up and sending himself flying off the bike, but his Aura would always take care of the impact. He wouldn't do that anyway, though. The bike would probably get damaged (Yang would never forgive him for something so heinous), and Oscar's Aura, while present, was still underdeveloped. He'd gotten some control over it, but it wasn't second nature, hence why he was wearing a helmet in the first place. He'd learn with time, Izuku was more than sure of that.

Izuku almost sighed to himself, Tempest humming briefly from its resting place on the side of the bike itself, ready to draw at a moment's notice. He missed Yang. He and Oscar had only started on their route to Mistral early that morning, but he felt the kiss he'd shared with her as goodbye had been far too fleeting.

… okay, that thing about the kiss being fleeting was a lie, but he did still miss her.

"So... what was it like? Training with The Black Reaper?" Oscar asked, using the man's hunter title. It was understandable; he'd never met the man in person, and he wasn't sure how much Ozpin had told the boy.

"It was..." he trailed off as a recalled the days of lessons. How to react when you were disarmed, keeping opponents within the range of your scythe's blade, several swordplay techniques that had saved him more than once, and the dirty fighting tactics that the man said could make the difference between life and death.

"... intense. But he was a good teacher. Always helped me correct stuff, learn from my mistakes. He was one of the best teachers I've ever had," Izuku answered with a smile.

"That... definitely paints a picture," Oscar said, seemingly intimidated even more than he already was. "So, if we're gonna be looking for one of the best hunters on Remnant... where do we start, exactly?"

"Simple. 'Start bar hopping 'till you find him.' His words, not mine," Izuku answered.

"... it... it can't be that easy."

(two hours later, a bar in Mistral's middle districts, Oscar's POV)

"I can't believe it was this easy," Oscar said as they approached the bar, the sun beginning to set in the distant horizon. They'd arrived in Mistral proper about an hour and a half ago, and worked their way up to the middle districts. There were bars in the lower districts, but they were usually gathering points for crime and other things of that nature. According to Qrow, as Izuku eluded.

He decided to not ask him to elaborate on what Qrow had told the green-haired inheritor.

"I'm honestly not sure what you were expecting. He is an admitting alcoholic."

That doesn't really change the fact that I feel like this should've been harder than it was.

"To each their own. You remember what to say?"

Yeah. Although I don't exactly see the subtlety in "I'd like my cane back."

"It's not supposed to be subtle. I really do want my cane back."

But... you're, like, so many centuries old. Couldn't you come up with something?

"It's not like I dedicate all of my time to thinking about exactly what I'm going to say. That'd be absurd."

Oscar then gave a heavy sigh, readying himself to enter and ask for a cane that wasn't even his. What could go wrong?

(half an hour later, the residence, Izuku's POV)

Izuku didn't feel like he'd actually be here, outside of a place this fancy. He and his mother had never had a lot when he was growing up. The complex they lived in wasn't particularly spacy, but they'd been content with what they had. Though he did note that the place always seemed much smaller as he got older. Probably due to his height more than anything else, but it also made him realize just how hard they struggled to get by some days.

This house... It was only half the size of the apartment complex, maybe even smaller than that, but it was still a larger space than anything he'd ever lived in before. It almost felt as though he'd stepped into an entirely different world. Well, he'd felt that ever since he'd stepped foot in Mistral as a whole, but this was much more... surreal.

Right now, Izuku was making sure that nothing was going wrong with Storm Dragon, one of the motorcycles that he and Yang had received as a thank you for saving Malt. While Yang had simply named hers Bumblebee 2.0 (due to how many similarities the bikes had, both in design and color scheme), they had spent a lot of time deliberating the name for this one in particular. When the blonde brawler had gotten a bit bored, she was struck by inspiration and painted an eastern dragon on both sides, the figure emerging from the storm clouds, and painted a contrasting black against the forest green of most of the bike.

Yang had taught him how to do the most basic of basic maintenance, though he still had vastly less experience with machines than she did. Still, he went through the checks carefully, even if this bike was relatively new. You could never be too careful.

The motorcycle itself was an Inazuma model, and was currently resting on the ground, tipping slightly left. Nothing seemed out of place, or wrong. But, Izuku was also distracting himself. He knew that, despite the fact that he tried his best to stay composed, the city itself had overwhelmed him. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the streets, the way people spoke to each other. It was like he'd stepped into an entirely different world.

He'd taken Vale at face value, barely knowing much about his home city other than the locations where hunters would show up to battle against criminals, but everything here seemed to demand his attention. It was honestly fascinating, in a way. But for some reason, it also felt... wrong. Like something could go wrong at any second. A misplaced bottle, a sound in the night, a slight slip of the tongue. It felt like a powder keg packed too tightly.

Shaking himself out of the thoughts, he rose from where he was kneeling in front of Storm Dragon, dusting off his hands as he went to check on how introductions were going. He hovered by the door, not entering quite yet, and waited.

"... I... that's... I have no idea how to respond to that," he heard Shoto respond. So, he'd introduced himself as Ozpin's reincarnation. "I mean, I really want to believe you, but... how do we know you're telling the truth?"

And, as if on cue, Izuku opened the door to the residence, as he explained to the members of RNJRS, "Trust me. It might seem crazy to hear, but I can guarantee it's the truth."

A few long seconds of silence passed as everyone stared at him, as if they couldn't believe he was standing in front of them. Jaune's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, while Ren's slow smile was contrasted by the grin that slowly stretched from ear to ear on Nora's face. Ruby's eyes mirrored Jaune's by widening even larger. Shoto, as ever, simply looked shocked for a moment, before quickly recovering with a wry smile.

Izuku never expected them to straight-up dogpile onto him. Then again, he never should've expected anything less.

He was back. He was with his friends again. All that was missing now was Yang.

A/N: And that's this one done! Again, I'm sorry that this one came out late, but I will do my absolute best to make this the only time this happens. It might happen one or two more times, but expect the next chapter on time, if not a bit earlier, to make up for this.

Anyways, I'm not going to be able to do a Review Responses, mainly because 1) there are so many of them (which is honestly an awesome feeling) and 2) I want to get this out as soon as possible. I'll start doing it again in the next chapter, have no worries about that.

Now, I want to reiterate this point because I'm not sure I've made it all that clear: I have shut down requests of all kinds, so while I do love your ideas, I unfortunately have to ask you guys to stop sending them. I'm doing this mainly because I'm not sure what I'll do when Team STIK finishes up, and I don't want to disappoint people if I can't do their requests. I might do one other long-term fic once this one's finished up, but that'll likely be one of my own ideas, and that's still a pretty big maybe.

So, with that out of the way, let's lighten the mood a bit with a brief Omake!

Omake: Classes and Boredom (Canon)

(a few minutes before Oscar and Izuku's arrival, third-person POV)

"So... Nora would be a Barbarian then?" Ruby said as she and Jaune sat on the couch, lazily leaning into the cushions. "I can see that. Though I'm not sure which type she'd be."

"Probably Path of the Storm," Jaune quickly answered.

Ruby then gave her forehead of light smack. "Duh! I always forget about Xanathar's for some reason."

"Don't sweat it. Hmm... what about Ren?"

"Rogue. Either Assassin or Thief for the Sub-Class," she quickly answered.

"Yep. And Shoto's gotta be a Sword Mage. I mean, it fits him like a glove," Jaune said.

"... I have no idea what Yang would be, though. I mean, I want to say she'd be a Monk, but she's way too angry for Barbarian to not a consideration."

…

"How about a multi-class? She took most levels in Monk, but also took some in Barbarian because of the benefits of the Rage mechanic."

Ruby gave a slight nod to this. It did make sense, given the way that she fought most of the time.

"What about Izuku?"

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..

…

"... I want to say Fighter, but he's got a lot of flavors of Monk and even some Wizard stuff mixed in there. I honestly have no idea how to class him."

…

"Hey, Ruby?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any idea why we were doing this? Ya know, giving everyone G&G classes and stuff?"

"... we were bored, and it was something talk about?"

"Touche."

.

..

…

"Want to start a campaign with everyone?"

"Hell yeah!"

A/N: Just something that went through my head as I was writing this. It's not meant to be particularly funny, but this is something that I like to do when I'm bored, sometimes. Anyways, on to what you've all been waiting for!

Next Chapter: Feb 7th or earlier

Seeya in the next one!