I really wish I could get more chapters out at more regular, consistent times, but the real world continues to get in the way time and time again. It's annoying, but there's nothing to be done about it, I'm afraid. Hopefully things even out soon enough, but that's enough about that. Enjoy the chapter!

Thanks to Robert Waldron, LOLZMAN, Dakota, Ragy, Fridrod and Hydrolic for sticking around and helping to support my writing, I really appreciate it!

It was weird to be walking into the hospital through the main entrance without having to be wary of getting caught. Of course, they were still a little on edge, partly due to the fact that the hospital knew there had been some kind of break-in, but without anything missing, there was a definite air of uneasiness and confusion in the staff.

Luckily, nobody thought for a second it had anything to do with Jaune, Blake or even the incognito Weiss, and why would they? The most the hospital security had ever really had to deal with were various kinds of addicts attempting to steal a fix of whatever chemical substance they wanted.

None of them really fit that profile to any extent, so Jaune was nowhere near as concerned as he could have been. Besides, what kind of criminal would break into a hospital just to return the next day?

Theoretically there were a number of answers to that question, but that wasn't important. What was important was that Pyrrha was awake and accepting visitors, and this time they'd actually get a chance to conversate without major interruption. Their teammate definitely needed to get caught up on everything that they'd been through since Beacon.

A nurse led them to Pyrrha's room, as if they didn't already know the path, and opened the door for them, essentially announcing their presence.

A woman that Jaune didn't recognize stood up, and when she turned, all three visitors were struck with a sudden surprise.

"You must be Pyrrha's mother," Jaune greeted easily, once he recovered from the shock of the woman looking so much like an older version of his partner, which did make a lot of sense, considering the circumstances. "I'm Jaune, and this is Blake and Eis."

The woman took his proffered hand, clasping it gently. "Jaune, I've heard so much about you and your team. Please, call me Thetis."

He was sure the conversation would have continued were it not for Pyrrha interjecting, grabbing her mother's attention. "Mom, can I have a minute with my team, please?"

Thetis looked torn between doing as her daughter asked and leaving her, but the reassuring smile from Pyrrha convinced her. The red-haired woman stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Weiss relaxed, mask slipping free as Jaune closed the small blind on the window inset in the door.

"It's good to see you all again," Pyrrha began, adjusting her position in the hospital bed. "This time without you having broken in to see me."

Jaune felt the sudden urge to scratch at the back of his head and fought it off with surprising willpower. "We didn't have a lot of options in the short time we had."

Emerald eyes traced over the group to Weiss. "I think I'm owed an explanation of why I found out that Weiss is supposedly dead."

"You're owed a lot more than that," Blake replied. "We've been through a bit of a rough patch."

"That's one way to put it," Weiss muttered.

"Ups and downs," Jaune pointed out. "At least none of you got turned into a statue."

Pyrrha's confusion only seemed to double at that.

"Alright, yeah, that was a whole thing. Uh, what's the last thing you remember?"

Wasn't that a question. For Pyrrha, it had only really been a few hours of relative time since the Fall of Beacon. Those memories were fresh.

"The last thing I remember is stepping into that pod beneath Beacon," Pyrrha answered finally, after a long few moments of thought.

Jaune nodded. "That's what I thought." He paused for a moment, searching for the words. "I guess we should probably start from there, then, with Cinder and the Wyvern."

Ilia had to admit, of all the situations she'd expected to end up in over the course of her life, including joining the White Fang, this was most definitely the weirdest.

Sitting across from her was a boy no older than fifteen who, apparently, had the mind of the old Beacon headmaster in his head. That, on its own, was weird enough for an entire book to be written about it, but that was the tip of the iceberg.

She'd helped an old friend and her human team leader fake the death of Weiss Schnee, fought some kind of ancient, sentient Grimm, battled against some incredibly powerful people, somehow become friends with a Schnee, and learned that magic was, in fact, very much real.

Now her situation was getting weirder. She'd never really followed the professional fighting scene to any extent, not like a few of her brothers and sisters in the Fang, but even she knew who Pyrrha Nikos was.

Seeing her in person was a little surprising, even though she knew who it was they'd broken into a hospital to help. For some reason it was hard to reconcile what she'd heard over the years with the polite, pleasant human in front of her.

Aggravatingly, she was just as attractive as literally every other woman around her. Trying to keep her colors in check had just gotten so much harder.

Arc did make it a little easier, though, considering whenever he was involved, things usually proved to be rather distracting.

Like now, for example, as Jaune was giving a rather simplistic tour of where they'd be staying for the foreseeable future.

Not Ilia's first time roughing it out in a cave, of course, but from the looks the former Heiress was giving her team leader, at least one of them wasn't too happy about the circumstances.

Though seeing as they currently didn't have any beds, that was a little less appreciated. That complaint lasted about ten seconds before the assembled crowd watched as Jaune constructed an entire dormitory's worth of beds in a matter of moments, practically conjuring them up from nothingness without so much as a thought.

Granted, the beds were somewhat haphazardly constructed, but it was certainly better than bedrolls on hardened rock.

"I'm running pretty low on processed supplies, but this new Gathering skill has pretty much made my worries of raw resources pointless. All I need to do is make time every day to go gather and we'll be set."

He paused for a moment to look through his inventory. "I did buy the entirety of a gardening surplus store's fertilizer, though, so I could do this."

Three similar wooden boxes formed from light and energy in the distant, formerly-empty corner of the cavern, each equally filled with loamy dirt.

Not much of a gardener, Ilia tapped out of paying attention to that, instead slumping into one of the rickety beds.

The creator of the garden plots was definitely more interested in them, and considering the wide variety of seeds in his inventory, he felt it was at least worth the attempt, if nothing else.

With some quick movements he'd cleared a small spot in the first plotbox, inserting the Anaxis Seed into the earth and burying it back underneath the surface. In lieu of a watering can, he simply poured a bottle of water over the top without much concern, unfamiliar with the depths of gardening or botany in general.

That didn't stop it from being a successful attempt, though.

[You have unlocked a new skill!]

[Farming (Active): Thanks to the System, you are capable of planting, tending and harvesting various seeds of typical and magical nature. Level 1 | 1/12 XP.]

Taking a step back, Jaune admired his handiwork, or rather, the clear evident lack of it. It was still a buried seed in a box, but with it now came a small projection, detailed enough to tell him what was labeled as a 'lifecycle timer', ticking down from 4 hours. Not that he understood quite what that meant in this context.

Luckily, the System had an answer for him.

[Once a seed has been planted, it will begin to grow. Each seed has its own maximum lifespan comprised of lifecycles, and once the lifecycle has fully processed, the plant may be harvested for experience. Thusly, lifespan is the total amount of potential harvests, and the total time required for the plant to fully grow.]

[For completing the Farming tutorial you have been awarded the Greenthumb title!]

[Greenthumb Gardener: You gain 20% additional Farming XP, 10% Faster Growth Time, a 20% Yield Increase and a 25% increase to Lifespan. 0/5 Harvests to Next Rank.]

Jaune equipped the title in place of his Gatherer title, noting the sudden down-tick in the remaining time on the lifecycle timer. With two more empty plotboxes, Jaune grabbed a Curin Seed and a Rinade Seed from his inventory, quickly planting them in place.

They gave him a measly two experience, nothing in comparison to what he was used to getting, but it was still far preferable to nothing, and this was simply experience from planting them. In a few hours, he'd be able to perform his first harvest of all three, and that would award him significantly more experience.

The System wasn't done, though, popping more notifications.

[Delayed notifications!]

[Achievements Unlocked!]

[Global Warming: Chop 250 total logs with an axe. Reward: Natural Shards Recipe.]

[Got The Stones?: Mine 250 total stone with a pickaxe or Terrakinesis. Reward: Quarried Shards Recipe.]

Unlocked achievements from his Gathering trip before they'd arrived at the Rest Area. He wasn't entirely sure why they had been delayed, but he was just glad to have them now. The new recipes were for his Soulforging skill he'd just recently picked up but been unable to do anything with.

Now though, he could at least take a look at the skill. He brought up the menu as he took a seat next to the blazing firepit, scanning through the list of options.

Shards, it seemed, were made of raw materials and soul orbs, which he could understand. The higher the tier of material, the higher the tier of soul orb had to be, and that meant more shards per craft. It still rewarded the same amount of experience per craft regardless of how many were made, though, so Jaune wasn't entirely sure if that was a good thing. Perhaps if he was less concerned about XP he could use higher tier materials and orbs.

The shards themselves seemed to have minimal use, too, at least, at first. He wasn't sure what a Soulforged Node was, considering they were all blanked out and had no descriptions, requiring level 20 Soulforging, but the Soulforged Equipment and Soulforged Perks seemed to be far more self explanatory.

He took an Oak Log and a Regular Soul Orb out of his inventory and placed them together in his palms, concentrating hard on some kind of tether, undetermined and yet familiar. He felt a strange, echoey tug, and then suddenly in his hands were a handful of the Natural Shards. They appeared to be made of the same kind of Ambient Aura that Soul Orbs were, but they felt different.

Not physically different, it was less a sensation of touch and more a sensation of memory, as if he was standing in a forest with his eyes closed, letting the wind rush through his hair.

The Quarried Shards were similar in make, only requiring a Granite Chunk in place of the Oak Log, but they too felt strange, as if Jaune was standing atop a mountain, hard stone beneath his feet. There was hard stone beneath his feet in reality, too, but that somehow felt even less real than the sensation from the shards.

He dropped them into his inventory, glad for the auto-sorting function it had. Without it he'd definitely have serious trouble finding anything in there, considering some of the things he'd gotten since being gifted the System.

Anything from Grimm parts to random herbs and anything in between. Even a few skill books he still hadn't read.

He grabbed one out, checking it over. The Bound Weapon skill book, something he couldn't even remember getting, let alone where he'd gotten it from, something he'd clearly said 'I'll get to it later' to and then never gotten around to.

He opened the leather-bound cover and began reading, feeling the sensation of knowledge and understanding wash over his mind, despite the blank, empty pages.

[You have unlocked the Ritual of the Bound Weapon and the Ritual of the Bound Armory!]

He scrolled over to his Ritualcasting page, reading it aloud. "A ritual that will allow the caster to bind a weapon or armor to their very soul, allowing them to summon it at will, no matter where it may be."

It caught Pyrrha's attention if nothing else, and she sidled closer. "I can think of a few situations where that might prove useful."

Jaune was less enthused by the idea simply because of his prior thoughts. "With my inventory, it's not like I'm ever really without a weapon. Even if I didn't have access to any of my weapons, I still have my Mana. Not that useful to me, to be honest."

"I suppose that's true," Pyrrha replied. "It's really no different from me using my polarity to grab Akouo, just with far less limitations."

"I'd give it to you guys if I could," Jaune stated, leaning back in his seat, hands warming by the fire. "That's not really possible, though. Maybe at some point I'll find a way, but for now, I've got nothing."

Silence, save for the crackling of the fire, filled the cavern, as Jaune sat in thought, fingers laced together in his lap. "It's probably time we talk about the Goliath in the room."

All eyes turned to Oscar, and, unused to the attention, he shied away, shrinking in on himself, shoulders hunched.

"So, Oscar, you said Haven was in danger of being attacked?"

Oscar gave a small nod. "That's what Ozpin said."

Jaune sighed. This was already starting to get old, like two angry teens refusing to communicate unless it was passed on a third, neutral teen.

He stood quickly, walking over to Oscar. The boy seemed surprised to see Jaune approach, and didn't quite know how to react.

When Jaune placed a hand on his shoulder and closed his eyes, Oscar didn't really know what to make of the situation. "Um…"

Jaune ignored him, his other hand coming up to grasp a newly-formed Grand Soul Orb, before he crushed it, shattering it like it was glass.

The Rest Area filled with white as the Ritual of Communion took place, the blank void consuming their surroundings.

Jaune knew the sensation, this was not his first experience with it, but to Blake, Weiss, Pyrrha, Ilia and even Oscar, it was completely new, unlike anything they had ever seen before.

"You never fail to surprise, Mr Arc," A voice that wasn't any of the prior people said, and Jaune couldn't help but grin at that.

"I try, sir. It's good to see you, even if you don't look like I remembered."

The man formerly known as Ozpin looked down at himself, noting the intricate steel armor and green tunic he wore. "Ah, I see. Well, I certainly didn't expect to look like this. It has been a long, long time."

He gazed fondly at the staff in his hand.

"You… you're the voice in my head?" Oscar asked, staring up at the man.

Ozpin nodded. "I hadn't ever expected to be able to see one another through different eyes, but yes. I am Ozma."

The name was unfamiliar to everyone else. "Ozma?" Jaune asked, cocking his head to the side.

Ozma was clearly different in appearance to Ozpin, and not just in skin tone. Ozma looked far younger, tan skin and dark hair stark in contrast to the headmaster they'd known. "This is my original form, from many, many years ago."

Jaune took a seat back down, even though he couldn't quite see where he'd been sitting. "I think we're owed a couple explanations."

Ozma nodded. "I can't tell you everything, but I will tell you what I can. You want to know about Salem, don't you?"

The assembled group mostly nodded, though Oscar just seemed to be a little lost, and Pyrrha was only just managing to follow.

Ozma paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "I suppose I should tell you who she is. In essence, Salem is the Queen of the Grimm. They follow her orders, do as she commands, and bow at her feet. She is the true threat behind the Grimm, and were it not for her, the Grimm would have never truly been as much a threat as they are now."

"The Grimm have been a threat like this for hundreds of years," Weiss pointed out. "Surely she can't be that old."

"Age has no effect on her," Ozma replied, shaking his head slightly. "She is thousands of years old. Many have tried to kill her, but none have gotten close enough to finish the job."

"And what, she just wants to destroy humanity?" Jaune asked. "What's her motivation?"

Ozma held up his hand, and a projection appeared, a golden lantern filled with radiant blue light. "Salem is after the relics."

That didn't really answer Jaune's question. "Relics?"

Ozma paused again. "I suppose I should start at the beginning. You know about the Gods, correct?"

Jaune sidled his hand back and forth in a so-so motion. "We don't know much, only that some kind of Gods exist, and the System is a part of them, somehow."

"Then let's begin from there."

The group settled themselves as the very, very old man began his tale.

"Once, many years ago, civilization was very, very different. Upon Remnant lived the two Brothers, the Gods of Light and Darkness. These Brothers created Remnant. The God of Light created the forces of life, being humanity, and the younger God of Darkness created the forces of death, being the Grimm."

"They established balance through compromise and conflict, keeping the world from imploding yet never truly having humanity under threat of extinction. That lasted until one day, humanity united under one banner, in an attempt to take control of their own fates."

Ozma sighed deeply. "I was not alive for this, you see. I had died many years before, to an illness. If I had been, perhaps I could have dissuaded humanity from its course."

"The Brothers did not appreciate their creations rebelling, and destroyed all of humanity. They departed from Remnant, never to return again, leaving only the shattered moon and the seeds of life behind, to start again."

"However, the God of Light was not as willing as his younger brother to completely abandon Remnant, and brought me back from the dead, granting me eternal life and the goal of safeguarding humanity from itself. To do so, he granted me four relics of incredible power, the Relic of Knowledge, the Relic of Choice, the Relic of Creation and the Relic of Destruction."

As he said the names, a projection of each relic flashed before their eyes. "I was entrusted with them to protect, and I have done so. I created the Maidens, and each Maiden serves as a kind of key to each Vault, where each Relic is stored."

"And Salem learned of the relics?" Jaune asked.

"Salem wishes to possess any and all kinds of divinity. Anything from the Relics, to even the wielders of the System, if it can be traced back to the Gods in one way or another, Salem wishes to consume it. She and I both wield magic, different from your own, Jaune. Ours is far more classical in nature, having existed before the System."

Jaune was a little confused, as was everyone else, but he asked his question all the same. "Are you saying that the System didn't exist before the Gods left?"

Ozma nodded. "As far as any were aware, the System only appeared after the Gods departed."

Jaune changed tack. "What do you know about the Oathbreakers?"

"I've heard the term in passing before, but I've never had any concrete evidence that they exist," Ozma stated.

Jaune shared a glance with a few of his team. "We have. There's four of them, as far as we know, and one of them is a System-wielder. The other three are just as powerful."

"A System-wielder that works for Salem? What happened?"

"We were tracked down and attacked at a long-abandoned SDC Dust Mine off the coast of Argus. They tried to convince me to join them, and when I refused they left their weakest member to kill us. He nearly succeeded, we barely escaped with our lives."

Ozma nodded. "I understand. These Oathbreakers appear to be Salem's elite force, different to her lieutenants."

"Cinder is one of those lieutenants, isn't she?" Pyrrha asked, frowning.

Ozma nodded. "Yes. She attacked Beacon and stole the power of the Fall Maiden, something that should have gone to you. If we'd had more time…"

"What's done is done," Jaune interjected, before they could reminisce about past failings any longer. "You said Cinder was going to attack Haven. Why?"

"Underneath Haven is the Spring Vault, which contains the Relic of Knowledge. She aims to capture it for Salem."

"I thought you said she was the Fall Maiden," Jaune pointed out. "How would she get inside the Spring Vault if she isn't the Spring Maiden?"

Ozma sighed. "The Spring Maiden is somewhere in Mistral. Qrow believes that his sister, Raven Branwen, knows where. At least, that was the case the last time I spoke to him. It has been some time since then."

Jaune had a lot to consider. "So, what, we head through Mistral, try and find Qrow, find the Spring Maiden before Cinder, and ask them not to side with her?"

Ozma began to disintegrate, fading into naught but energy. "I would start with finding RRYN."

They watched as their surroundings washed away, the white fading back to grey-brown stone, leaving them behind in the Rest Area.

[Quest Complete!]

[True Conspiracy: Uncover more information about Salem. Reward: Legendary XP Orb, Divine XP Orb]

"Well, that was a lot."

Jaune had always found that one of the best ways to get his thoughts in order was to train.

The Grimm certainly didn't have any kind of vocal complaints he was concerned about, and neither did these strange, void-like Ensouled Grimm, the skill he'd had for some time finally getting tested.

It was a sole Ursa, though it wasn't weak by any means, being a Malignant Ursa, at his own level of 79.

In fact, with over one-hundred-fifty-thousand HP, it was one of the strongest Ursa Jaune had ever faced. It was lucky he wasn't alone.

AWBN were back, with Ilia in tow, and Jaune had every single one of his elementals brought out. It was a veritable storm of gunfire, Mana and all sorts of elemental effects ranging from fire to lightning to gravity to ice and anything and everything in between.

His own Lightning-infused spells would, on occasion, inflict stun, which prevented the Malignant Ursa from taking a swing at any of the melee attacks that came near him, which allowed the vast majority of the fighters to close in and deliver harsh, crippling strikes that slowed down the beast, carving great swaths of black flesh and white bone from the immense beast.

It was stronger than a typical Malignant Ursa would be, thanks to Ensoul Grimm. There were a lot of things that the System did that made it unfair to compare to others, but there was no such thing as a zero-risk strategy, and this skill proved it.

He ceased his spellcasting, out of Mana, and drew Terminator off his left shoulder, letting the lever-action shotgun bark it's buckshot payload across the exposed flesh of the Ursa, working the lever quickly to chamber a new shell after the prior ejected.

It was weak, exposed internals bright red against the deep black of its fur, down on one leg, the other missing completely at the joint.

Crocea Mors left it's shielth and pierced straight through the Malignant Ursa's skull, silencing it.

It faded from existence much faster than any other Grimm Jaune had seen, leaving on the floor only the Ursa Skull it had been formed from initially, but the notification that popped up indicated that wasn't the only thing Jaune had been given.

[Encounter Complete!]

[You've earned 4,193,994 XP and 27,808Ⱡ! You've acquired 2 Malignant Ursa Claws, 1 Malignant Ursa Spine, 1 Malignant Ursa Pelt, 1 Ursa Skull and 6 Grade V Lightning Dust!]

Unlisted was the additional benefit of the flow of adrenaline from combat helping to arrange his thoughts in a way that no other process really could. Maybe it was the influx of System Mind redirecting his synapses in a way that provided more clarity, or maybe it was simply the most familiar method of distraction he had access to, he didn't know for sure.

Either way, he'd managed to collate the swirling maelstrom of emotions, thoughts and ideas into one singular plan. Granted, much like his other plans, it was rather open-ended and a little bit indecisive, but it was far better than nothing, especially when doing nothing, in this instance, would lead to an inevitable attack on Haven Academy. That couldn't be allowed to happen, he was putting his foot down on that issue.

There would be no second coming of the Fall of Beacon, though this time in Mistral. That was a concept he abjectly abhorred, and would do whatever he could to stop.

That meant travelling to Mistral proper, to the Academy. And, in and of itself, that meant that Jaune was going to need to repair his Bullhead. It was that or take a train, and Jaune wasn't much for public transport. Neither, he suspected, were Weiss or Pyrrha, for good reason. It was hard to keep an identity concealed when you flaunted it where everyone could see it. Blending into a crowd in public was one thing, if you kept moving towards your destination, but sitting down for an extended period of time was just inviting anyone to put two and two together.

For Pyrrha it was, obviously, much less of an issue than it would be for Weiss, but that didn't mean it was preferable.

He was getting sidetracked again. Crocea Mors slid into its sheath with well-practised ease, and he dismissed the notification, naturally prompting him to move onto the next item on his agenda, watching with gratitude as his elementals phased back out of existence.

AWBN, plus Ilia and now Oscar, had approached, cleaning down their own weapons from the remains of the swift battle, questioning looks on their faces. They were waiting for his decision.

That made sense for some of them, at least. He still didn't really know what Oscar's whole deal was, Ozpin being in his head aside, and Ilia's motivations were as much a mystery to him as ever. At this point he was pretty sure she'd only stuck around because Blake had.

He sighed, knowing his mind was wandering in a vain attempt to distract him from the question on his lips. A defense mechanism if ever there was one.

Damn it, he was doing it again.

"So, who's coming?"

He wasn't surprised by the answer.

I have been trying to implement the Farming skill for thirty-something chapters, and yet every time I try, it never works out. Granted, the delay did give me time to rewrite the farming trackers so that they properly track crop growth, harvest amounts and produce yield, so that's something. Chapter 97 is already partially written, and I hope to get that out sooner rather than later, to avoid another colossal delay. So, for the first time in a while, let me dive into the reviews!

Fyr RedNight: At this rate, I'll reach the 100th chapter by 2022. I'm hoping to get it out before 2021, though.

JustAReader124: Hey, thanks for the kind words, I really appreciate them! You're right to say that I should prioritize my time, but I do feel a little guilty I'm not getting these chapters out as quickly as I used to, but that's life, I guess. I will hopefully be picking up the pace soon, though, so you won't have to wait quite as long!

handwran: That's... a lot of reviews. I don't have the ability to answer all the questions you asked, but I can say that a lot of the points you brought up do end up being correct, and that I definitely understand a lot of the angles you're coming from. Jaune, during the Beacon Arc, at least, is weak, and not utilizing the System to the best of his ability. He's gone from being a somewhat lazy, untrained teenager to having such a boon that it makes him think that he's essentially unkillable. He got used to the danger, considering he wasn't really in any danger, considering his regeneration. He never truly learned his lesson until the Fall of Beacon, much like in canon, but whereas canon Jaune faces the grief of losing Pyrrha, this Jaune doesn't, and instead still has a little bit of that same weakness to overcome. At least, until he faced down Khayin, and learned about Salem. It's going to be a major wake-up call, that's for sure, and I plan on having Jaune push himself out of that comfort zone and start really pushing himself to new heights.

IzukuMeliodas: I've never actually stuck to a single phrase for the System, partially because I think it's unimportant, and partially because it makes the System seem a little more reactionary, as if it's taking in the events that occur and not just spitting out the same response like a machine. There's good reason for that, but if you're keeping track of it, you might start to see why.

Stigmatize: The first one is an Oxford comma, it's a separation between Blake, and Weiss and Pyrrha, rather than grouping the three together as Blake, Weiss and Pyrrha. I realize that it can be confusing, but it is grammatically correct from a vocal standpoint, as it is dialogue. He's addressing her by saying her name, then continuing the sentence. The Emerald Forest and Forever Fall are also connected locations, but I will admit I don't quite remember the original location without looking back to it. Either way, they're not really worth the effort of changing, seeing as they're very minor mistakes (if they are mistakes, but I'm more than likely wrong) and they don't actually influence anything other than a throwaway comment that the reader is already aware of. If it's brought up in future I'll have it corrected, though.

SteadfastWhiplash: Don't worry about it, I can definitely understand where you're coming from, and why you feel so strongly. My early writing is, of course, bad. I like to think I've improved somewhat, considering it's been a few years since I started Systema. Though, in this particular instance, I could argue that Jaune is at least somewhat aware that he shouldn't go quote-unquote balls to the walls right off the bat, as most people in that situation would be.

Okaze: The books are still in his inventory, waiting for a time to be read, but they haven't come out yet partially because the skills either need a bit of work, or may end up being removed or completely changed, depending on how I feel. They were added a long time before Jaune got the books, and I have wanted to make changes to them for some time. As for sending Yang the prosthetic, Jaune doesn't even know if Yang is still in Patch (which she isn't), so he's holding onto it until the next time he sees her, or if someone else loses an arm.

That'll have to do for review responses for this chapter, but I did miss doing it, clearly. I'll see you all as soon as I can with Chapter 97, and hopefully I can start really pushing past all the issues that have kept me from writing.

If you want to help support my writing, I have a Pa Treon, where you can get access to everything I make behind-the-scenes for Systema, and get your name at the top of the chapter like everyone else up there!

And, as always, see you next chapter!
~AFatFlyingWhale