"You think there are others like us in Remenant?" Torvi pondered out loud. Dressed in an a white tank-top and red pajama bottoms (courtesy of Blake and Ruby), she laid underneath her blanket, staring at the ceiling in curious thought.

"I do not really care to be honest" Olivia absentmindedly stated as she changed into her sleepwear.

"Why not? If we were able to crossover, surely others might have as well" Torvi proposed.

The black prior sighed tiredly. "Even if there were others like us, why should it matter? Their lives are their own to live, and unless they cross us, I see no other reason to interact with them".

A few days had passed since Olivia's first spar in Beacon Academy. As those few days passed and became the weekend, she became more accustomed to the campus and its layout. School life, however, was anything but typical. Word got around she was roommates with Torvi and so, erupted a mix of reactions from the student body. Most fearful, some were cautious, and a very small margin were gutsy, tossing her sanity in the same category as Torvi.

She was used to it though. As a black prior, one of the lowest knights in Ashfeld's history, she was used to terrified and/or outraged crowds. Since the Order of the Holy Balaur fell from grace and turned into the Black Priors, their public image fell as well. They did not matter to her though as the mission always came first. If they attempted to interfere with that, then she would have acted, but for the most part, she left them alone while they hurdled less than savory words and their scorn at her.

"Any plans for the weekend?"

Olivia shook her head. "No. We have a couple test the next week. We should take the free time to indulge in our studious, not waste time with nonsensical activities".

Torvi twitches. "BOOO! You're such a bore"

"What do you want witch?"

"Watch that tongue emo-bitch" Hella growled. "And to answer your question, nothing. You don't got shit that I want. Your boss, however, seems more interesting".

Olivia scoffed as she settled into bed. "I'm not surprised you know about her. Answer me honestly, that's your semblance at play, isn't it?"

"Pretty much. Unlimited knowledge. The prefect contrast to that savage's wild strength" Hella stated with confidence.

Olivia pulled the blanket over her body and closed her eyes. "You are no goddess. You have a limit. You just don't know it yet"

The shaman flinches from how sure the black prior had said it. "Like hell I do!" she hissed.

Olivia tuned her out as she let sleep overtake her body.

"Bitch" Hella muttered. "Don't underestimate me. I hold ALL THE CARDS. I know about your father, your mother, your mother's death, your-". Then without warning, Hella's head is attacked by an incredibly powerful burning pain, a pain so bad, she couldn't even make words but instead pathetic whimpering. "W-...What is-"

Hella twiches, and Torvi returns the pain Hella experienced was no longer present. Torvi didn't even take notice that Hella was in any pain. "Damn it Hella. Quit taking my body!" she growled in anger before joining Olivia in slumber.

Still rattled, Hella did not even bother snapping back at her other half, too shaken at the turn of events.

She was just using her semblance to prove a point until she felt intense pain. She couldn't formulate an possible conclusion as to why. She reverts deeper into Tovi's psych, to the cages she put the other voices in... and what she saw frightened her.

The voices manifested themselves a black, humanoid figures with striking white circles for eyes. They were banging against their cells, which took the form of red boxes of energy with bars for walls. There were so many boxes - about a hundred at least - with at most ten voices in each. What really shook her was that their cells were breaking. Little by little, bang after bang, bits and pieces of their imprisonment were falling.

Horrified but curious, she used her semblance once again. She researched for something simple, a sandwich recipe, and immediately, her head surged with ungodly pain that sent her gasping to the ground in front of one of the cells. When she used her ability, the red energy cells flickered, and the voices banged harder, breaking bigger pieces off.

Hella quickly realized what was happening and cursed herself for her lack of foresight. Thanks to the energy of the two gods, she was able surface and take control of the voices with that same energy, imprisoning them and drawing from their near unlimited energy to fuel her powerful semblance. That, however, meant her cages would degrade, a possibility she was too careless to think about.

"This will not stand. I'll just improve the cages. That's all" she consoled herself. But when she tried to repair the broken confinements, she was shocked to see little success - all she did was put back a few pieces.

'The voices must be fighting back harder than I thought', Hella could only think. She tied once again, but was intervened by a pissed off voice, grabbing her face and pulling her against the jail bars.

They all started speaking in unison to the point of insanity. And all Hella wanted to do was get out of there.

Hehehehe... you're gonna pay little bitch.

OH GIRL, do realize what this prison is doing to my hair!?

YOU DON'T HAVE ANY HAIR!

Can the both of you just stop and continue threatening her?

Hella pushed off the cage and stared angrily at her prisoners/slaves. "You Mongrels! How dare you lay your hands on your master!?"

You will lose.

She froze as soon as she heard that. The voice was unlike the rest, a mix of a male and female voice and too calm for her taste. She snapped her head at the source to find a black figure at the back of a cell sitting cross-legged as its mates were snarling at her like rabid animals. "The hel did you say?".

You. Will. Lose. And do you want to know why?

'Oh," Hella laughed as she sauntered over to it cell. "Enlighten me".

Simple really: You underestimate how human Torvi actually is.

"Torvi? Human?". At that, Hella laughed in amusement, completely denouncing the claim. "That's funny. You're funny".

You doubt her?

"You're kidding right?" Hella gaped. "She's more likely to grow wings and fly than learn the BASICS of what it means to be human! Me? I'm more human than her! I'm more human than ANY OF YOU!" she shouted at the voices. "I'm not some result of some pathetic girl's insanity. I have wants. I have needs. I have DESIRES! And what do you all have hm? NOTHING!"

The voice only shook their head in disappoint.

How foolish. You clearly deny the truth even if it's right in front of you. Very well. Don't say I did not warn you though

"I swear, when I become your new master, you will see how wrong you were. Just you watch"

"And when you lose, we will welcome you back with open arms, sister" the voice calmly assured. "Because you will always be apart of her".

The mere fact that the voice was right sent Hella over the edge. Seething with rage, she screamed and punched the cell bars. A few bits fell off but she was too angered to even care. Turning on her heel, she walked away from the collection of cells, sending the calm voice one final furious look over her shoulder.

The next day...

Torvi was facing one of the toughest battles in all her life. She had seen war. She had seen combat. She had thought herself prepared for any threat or challenge she would face but this... this battle was an exhausting one.

Chess.

Growling in frustration, Torvi's left eye twitched in vexation as Weiss Schnee checkmated her king off the board. When Saturday morning rolled in along with the rising sun, Torvi was riled from her slumber by the heiress herself, claiming to desire to spend 'quality and character-building time' with her. Seeing as she had no other plans, Torvi agreed, and because Torvi agreed, Olivia came as well, fulfilling her role as the shaman's warden. And so, the three girls headed off to the library to spend their time together.

The black prior looked on with a disinterested look. The first couple defeats were amusing but now they were starting to get repetitive. Torvi was able to get the basics down, such as how to move the pieces, but other than that, she was straight up terrible.

"When you said we be spending time together, I assumed at the gym or in town" growled the irked shaman.

"Not everything has to be about fighting, you adrenaline-junkie" Weiss chastised. "In order to succeed in the future, we as individuals must learn certain skills such as strategic thinking, calmness under pressure, abstract reasoning, and so much more. Chess teaches all of these in massive amounts"

"But... fighting does that too"

Weiss groaned. "Dear Oum, you're hopeless" she muttered. "Alright, again"

"No!"

"Why not?" Weiss sighed.

"I want to go out to town" Torvi said.

"No" Weiss denied her.

"Why not?" Torvi whined.

"Not until I am satisfied with your progress. We will not move from this spot until you come at least 46% to almost beating me"

"That's... specific" Olivia commented

"Well, she needs a set goal doesn't she?"

Torvi merely snarled at her like a dog with rabies. However, Weiss was unfazed.

"Oh hush! Some academical games won't hurt you, and you know it!"

Later...

Weiss was left let down. In the end, Torvi could only achiever 20% rather than her desired 46%. They only agreed to go into the city because Weiss was so exasperated with Torvi's lack of critical thing and creativity that she needed a pleasant break.

Torvi was as happy as a dog that got to be let out the house. She marveled at the modern wonder that was Vale and it modern day technology. It was same for Olivia as she too took in the sights of the city. The capital of Ashfeld was a sight to behold, but Vale was something out of fairy tales. Mantle left much to be desired though. If Olivia had to make a comparison, the city was just one or two notches better than Ashfeld's slums.

"Where we going anyway?" Torvi asked Weiss.

"To an ice cream shop. Yang took Ruby there as a reward for getting a high score on last week's test. I heard they also have some of the best cookies in the city, and you know how Ruby and cookies mix"

"Why does she go there when I could just bake her some?" Torvi questioned, frowning.

"Your cooking is good, but trust me when I say this place outmatches you"

"I'm quite surprised you can even cook in the first place" Olivia remarked.

"Well, when you're alone with a couple of corpses, you tend to-"

"HUSH! Now" Weiss immediately and sternly interrupted her. The last thing any of them needed was Torvi CASUALLY saying she was a cannibal IN THE OPEN.

It still deeply horrified Weiss and the rest of team RWBY that Torvi could take a life and eat them with no sweat, no guilt, and no regard for future consequences. It was people like her that she detested the most. They made the grimm - literal monsters - look better in comparison. After the events of the warehouse, she, Blake, and Yang were dead set on avoiding the shaman out of Ruby's wishes as the brunette still stubbornly believed there was good in Torvi. But after Hella emerged and with how much a threat she imposed, the rest of the girls reunited in their attempt to help Torvi - at least a little bit to make her a decent human being.

Personally, Weiss wanted nothing more than to lock the braided-haired girl in the loony bin. Torvi obviously needed to see a therapist or ANY professional help straight away, but clearly, she was too unstable for even them. The heiress wanted nothing more than to just avoid her; she was just too dangerous.

However, she was a Schnee, and her pride as a Schnee wouldn't allow her to concede defeat to anything, even Torvi's barbarism.

That, and throughout the time she spent with Torvi in school, and how she interacted with her friends, she never once exhibited violent or rude behavior. Just a lack of common sense and decency. In actuality, she looked... happy. Like she found something she never though she needed. She was estranged from the real world, yet she tried her best to be friendly and connect.

With that in mind and Ruby's hopes as well, she had hope Torvi would turn a new leaf, but with how unpredictable the shaman was, she couldn't determine what kind of change she would undergo. And perhaps she was curious too about Torvi; How could a girl like her exist in a world such as theirs? How did she come to be the girl she is today? How could she even stand the thought of ingesting human flesh?

She will give Torvi another chance, but it was on her if she wasted it or not.

Before Torvi could reply, she twitched. Hella yawned, as if she took a deep sleep. "Where the hell are we?".

Olivia's eyes narrowed at the alternate personality. She had been silent since last night and Olivia wondered what brought about this. It seemed so out of character for the wicked witch to sleep in.

Weiss, however, was glad to have some peace from the other side of Torvi, and so groaned upon hearing her voice. "We're on our way to an ice cream shop"

"Ice cream? Not thanks. I'm not looking to gain any more pounds-" and she turned around to walk away. However...

Hella twitches. "No! I want to try this cream of ice!"

"UGHHHHH! It's nothing special anyway. It's just an emulsion of ice, water, milk fat, sug-...". She used her semblance lightly, with little concentration and effort, but even that incited the burning pain in her head.

Olivia and Torvi noticed the silence and pained expression on Hella's face and paused from walking, confused.

"It's-... It's just a fatty food, okay?" she said as regained herself. Outside, she looked annoyed. Inside, she was furious, both at the voices and herself. The voices were preventing her from holding a simple card, cutting her hand as if she so as touch them. However, she already caged them, and yet she couldn't deal with them other than patch a few bars?

Hella twitched. "That sounds great! Probably taste great too!"

'Ugh...' Hella groaned inside Torvi's head. 'I'm gonna die of diabetes before I even turn twenty'

Later...

Torvi was salivating on the window separating her and the various ice cream flavors. The moment she walked into the cold interior of the ice cream shop, the smell of vanilla, strawberries, chocolate, and whatever else flooded the shaman's extra sensitive nose, putting her hunger into overdrive. Weiss and Olivia had to hold her back, otherwise she would've started eating everything the shop had to offer.

As they were holding the braided girl back, Yang, with a more than amused grin on her face, was recording the whole thing as she ate her own frozen treat.

"Yang," Ruby whined, her mouth stuffed with cookie dough ice cream. "That's not nice!"

Torvi calmed down after a long tugging battle and Olivia took her seat next to Ruby as Weiss offered to pay for Torvi's appetite. Reluctantly, with much consideration, but still.

"I swear, that girl is like a wild badger" Olivia sighed.

The long haired blonde at the table snickered when she saw Torvi attempting to press Weiss into buying the most expensive and largest waffle cone. "She's certainly badgering Weiss for her funds, huh?".

"To the highest degree, yes". Olivia's black locks then fell in front of her eyes. As someone who was bald before, the added hair to her head was annoying to say the least. She had no time since her appearance in Remnant to get it cut and since had grown to a length she was not accustomed to anymore.

Yang and Ruby noticed the look of annoyance on the black prior's face. "What's wrong Olivia?" Ruby asked.

"Nothing" Olivia sighed. "It's just that I'm not used to having long hair anymore"

Yang's face wrinkled in confusion at the statement. "That's long for you? Then how long was your hair before?"

"Completely bald"

The word "bald" echoed in Yang's head as her skin grew paler, as did her eyes. Before Olivia could question the blonde's sudden silence, A loud thump was heard, turning Olivia to the sight of Yang's body curdled up next to her seat as a perpetual mortified expression was on her face.

Ruby on the other hand kept eating as nothing happened. "Ummm... Mind telling me why your elder sister suddenly collapsed to the floor?"

"Oh. She probably envisioned herself bald when you said you used to be bald" the teen answered. "Don't worry. She'll be back to normal in about... an hour or two?"

"All because of her hair?" Olivia deadpanned.

"Yep! She loves her hair by the way"

"Oh lord..."

As Olivia was slapping Yang back to the world of the living, Torvi and Weiss continued to argue about what size Torvi was to get. Torvi wanted the extra-extra-large cone while Weiss was trying to persuade for at most the large.

"I will not satisfied with anything less!" Torvi said, standing her ground.

"That cone is too large, even for for you! It's about the size of my arm!"

"Which makes it all the more alluring. Pleeeeeeeaaaaassssseeeee?!". Torvi then batted her best puppy dog eyes at the white-haired teenager.

If Weiss did not know the girl, or was willing to forget everything Torvi did, she might have caved in at the sight of the girl's pleading look. In contrast to her feral personality, her body and face were cute. She obviously kept herself in shape, despite the copious amount of food she ingest. Her wide, begging blue eyes were were a rich blue. It was as if she was staring into a lake in the middle of the forest, untouched by man and their mechanisms.

She held her ground, but the adorable look on the shaman's face was just too much. "Extra large. Take it or leave it!"

Torvi's once cute disposition shifts, turning annoyed at the fact her attempt at persuasion was only half successful. She relents to Weiss's terms though and begins picking out her scoops of ice cream.

As the server hesitantly put a fourth scoop, Torvi's nose picked up an odd yet familiar smell. It had a fruity, ricey, and sugary aroma to it that she swore she tried at least once. Her head snaps to the cracked open door and her eyes narrow in concentration as she tried to pick up the smell better.

"Torvi, the server wants to know what your fifth and FINAL scoop". But when she saw the wild girl sniff the air around her, Weiss's eyes rolled. "Did you pick up some pheromones or something?"

"Huh?" Torvi muttered as her attention was brought back to Weiss and the ice cream. "Oh! Put... vanilla"

The server did his job and presented Torvi with a large waffle cone the size of half her forearm with five different flavors of ice cream consisting of cookies and cream, chocolate, mint, strawberry, and vanilla.

The two joined with the rest of their friends at the table, and Ruby whistled at the colossal treat that was Torvi's cone. "Wow. You really didn't hold back huh?"

"Tell me about it" Weiss groaned as she felt the decreased weight of her purse.

Torvi twitches. "I will allow you to eat this monstrosity, but ONLY if you promise to eat more healthy in the future"

Hella twitches. "Yeah, yeah..." and she took a big bite out of the vanilla scoop.

'Grrrrrrrr' Hella growled within Torvi's soul.

Yang, awake and well - other than a mental scar or two - laughed at Torvi's carefree nature to her diet. "Hella, don't even try. When it comes to dieting, you're your cone worst enemy"

Hella did not take Yang's pun very well. "Me and this animal are NOT the same person!"

Pleased she was able to piss off the cocky bitch inside Torvi, Yang's laughter increased in volume and duration, vexing Hella to no end. She swore, the first thing she would reap from this bimbo would be her treasured hair and burn it in a fire.

As Ruby approached the end of her cup of ice cream, she asked Torvi, "By the way Torvi, what were you staring at back at the counter?"

"She was actually sniffing" Olivia corrected.

"Okay then, what were you sniffing for back at the counter?"

"Oh nothing. I just thought I smelled alcohol for a second" Torvi said to the confusion of the girls at the table.

"What kind of alcohol did you pick up?" Olivia asked.

"...Sake" she answered, her face turning serious as did Olivia. To the three other girls, it sounded like something out of Mistral. Yang, Ruby, and Weiss had no idea what the significance behind this sake was, but it was apparent to them that to Olivia and Torvi, it meant plenty.

"Owwww...!" Torvi began wincing as one of her hands grasped her head. "My head... someone poisoned me..."

Despite the seriousness in Torvi's voice, Yang laughed at her. "Why you laughing?!"

"Torvi, you're experiencing a brain freeze. It's harmless. Don't worry"

"I like how the first conclusion you went to was poisoning" Weiss dryly noted.

"My brain is freezing?!" Torvi yelled out.

She twitches, and Hella returns. "Don't worry. You never had a brain to begin with"

"Ha! If I don't have a brain, why am I having a brain freeze then?"

"Because you are a freak of nature, that's why!"

The four other girls happily ate their ice cream, content with ignoring the shaman and Hella

Later...

The group returned back at the academy after walking around the city and eating dinner. It was about half pass eight in the evening, meaning night time was rolling in.

"Hey Olivia" Yang softly called. The black prior turns to her as they walked to the dorms. "I got a curling iron and some hair products back at our room. Wanna come by and-?"

"No"

Slightly taken back by how quick of an answer she got, the blond of team RWBY asked, "Why not?"

"I am warrior and a soldier. Frilly things such as hair and looks are unneeded, especially for girls such as us. We are meant to be humanity's shield against the grimm. And shields do not need decorations"

"Okay..." Yang started off. She understood what Olivia was getting at, but still did not like it. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, you're more than just a warrior, and also a girl?"

"I am not following"

"Hey, I get it. We're fighters, and we can't sweat the small stuff too much, but c'mon Olivia, we're girls too! I mean, look at Ruby. She doesn't care that much about appearances either but she still does her best to look her damn best"

""I thought your cuteness was accidental" Torvi commented.

"Wha-?! C-Cute? What are you guys saying? I'm not cute at all! I'm tough!" Ruby blushed as she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted cutely.

Yang cooed at her adorable sister's raw adorableness, and hugged her without a second thought. "Ohhhhhh! Don't ever grow up Ruby! Keep being your cute little self!" the blonde squealed.

"I'm not cute!"

"Anyway..." Yang laughed. "We don't have to give up one or the other, Olivia. Live a little. We're not gonna be young forever so you should embrace the girl inside!"

"'Embrace the girl inside'?". There was a time she lived like any other girl. A girl whose world consisted of dresses, dolls, friends, and family. Back then, she held her hair in the highest regards. It was long, reaching her lower back, and used to get terribly moody if someone plucked even a hair off. She was carefree too, unlike the robotic, serious, and dutiful soldier she eventually became.

Back then, her parents and hair were the only things that really mattered to her. That is, until she reached age ten...

"Hey"

Olivia jolted and snapped her head at Torvi, who was looking at her confused. "What? What is it?" she said somewhat irritated.

"We're back at the dorms"

She looked in front of her and, as Torvi just said, there was the dormitory. "Oh"

"You okay?"

"Of course" Olivia calmly replied. Her head was anything but calm though, as she felt a headache rise from her little trip down memory lane. She turns to Yang. "I will allow you to play with my hair, Yang Xiao Long, but I am not looking to 'embrace the girl inside'. I am simply curious where your skills with hairdressing stand".

Yang laughed at the stiff and formal acceptance, but nodded in agreement. "Sure. How about right now when we get to our room?"

"That is acceptable" and Olivia walked inside to team RWBY's room.

"Yang, while I appreciate seeing your generosity, why did you offer to pamper Olivia's hair?" Weiss questioned.

"What?" she laughed. "You and the other girls won't let me play with your hair, and Torvi doesn't have enough hair, why not Olivia? Besides, I don't want things awkward around us and her. I mean, we're still tasked with looking after Torvi. Might as well be on good terms with her teammate" Yang said.

"'Teammate'? But I'm not on a official team" Torvi mentioned.

"To further add to her statement, her 'team' only has two members. For a team to be official made at any huntsmen academy, they need to be comprised of four people" Weiss added.

"I mean, with how strong Torvi and Olivia are, I don't think they even need two more people" Ruby chuckled.

"Their team TO" Yang joked.

"Are you girls seriously forgetting ME?!" Hella pointed out.

Weiss scoffed at her. "I'm fairly sure an alternate persona doesn't count, and even if it did, it would certainly skirt regulation lines".

"Damn you Weiss Schnee..." Hella growled before twitching away.

At the shattered moon shined above the four girls, the scent of alcohol returns to Torvi's sensitive nose. The bridge of his nose crinkles and she softly pivots her head around to look for it but to no avail.

As Yang, Ruby, and Weiss moved into the dorm, the youngest of them looks back to find Torvi staring into nothing again. Before she could question her, Torvi said she was gonna go out for a walk, and left the girls.

"We spent most of the day walking around yet she's still not satisfied?" Weiss noted dryly. She and Yang shrug in acceptance though and went inside. Ruby did not.

"I'll keep her company. I'll be back later" and she went to tail behind Torvi.

Later...

Nothing was happening. There wasn't even any sounds to note other than the gusting of the wind. Yet Torvi's blood was pumping hot with adrenaline as she felt she had some hidden company stalking her.

As Torvi walked to the front of the school, to the front courtyard containing the spacious and beautifully crafted fountains, she felt her unseen company creeping closer and closer, her animal instincts kicking into high gear. It was rare that she would find herself to be the prey, and she would rather stay as the predator, but this change of pace was exciting and refreshing.

Ruby planned to accompany Torvi but decided to hide instead, shadowing her behind one of the stone pillars, and looking out for Torvi. Though her natural senses weren't as developed as Torvi's, she too felt a sense of unase, as if she was being watched as well.

Torvi stops in the middle of the courtyard,and takes a deep breathe, composing herself a little. She reaches into her pocket, fishing out her scroll and quickly calling her locker containing her weapons. The rocket of a locker did not delay because after a few seconds after calling, the locker arrives, sending a shock wave through the tranquil yard.

She takes her weapons and shouts out to the otherwise empty space around her. "I know you're out there! Come out right now!". Yet there was no response.

She growls in frustration and sniffs the air for that alcoholic aroma, but when she did, she found another, more familiar scent. That of cookie dough ice cream. "Ugh... Ruby, come out"

The red-hooded girl chuckles as she nervously shuffles out of her hiding place and nods at an unamasued shaman. She walks over to her. "Nothing gets pass your nose huh?"

Torvi had wished her encounter would've been private, but oh well. "Don't get in my way" Torvi said simply.

"But how do you know there's someone out there?"

Torvi chuckles. "Like you said. Nothing gets pass my nose" and she shoots at the pillar furthest away from Torvi and Ruby to the other side of the courtyard with her pistol. "Come out! Or do I have to drag you myself?"

A laid back male voice suddenly joins the party, chuckling at the shaman's intuition from behind the pillar. "You shaman girls always surprise me. No wonder its so fun to fight ya"

The stranger steps out from the pillar and present himself to the girls. His body was tall, about 6'3 and a half, and muscular yet lean. He was young at the age of 17, but unlike most teens his age, his arms and upper torso were covered in japanese tattoos depicting a red four-armed tengu fighting a giant snake on his right arm that covered even his right pectoral and upper right back while his left arm held a large dragon tattoo that covered his left pectoral and upper left back. His hair was hidden underneath a large black straw hat but it was cut short on the sides and back, leaving the top long with a small ponytail at the back. On his face was light stubble on his sideburns and chin. He had a scar across his left check and a light scar below his lower lip.

His clothes were close to Torvi's old archaic clothes. He wore a sleeveless yellow shitagi shirt - a shirt worn by samurai underneath their armor - with black stripes like that of a tiger. It was tied together by a yellow cloth or obi. At the left side of his waist were two short swords, or wakizashis, and at his right side were his dual katanas. His arms showed of most of his tattoos but on his forearm were black wrapping that extended to his hands. He wore white hakama pants that were tied off at the end by black leather greaves. On his feet were gray tabi socks and metal japanese sandals, or geta as they are also called. His large black straw hat was the most simple piece the man had, but painted on the top of the hat in yellow paint was the japanese kanji for electricity.

His attire was simple, but it was his weapons that stood out the most, being more mechanical and sturdier than typical katana blades. In Ruby's eyes, it looked like it came straight out of the blade's spines were clear dots, indicating that they can light up depending on the kind of dust used.

That was not what was going through Torvi's mind as she took in the man's nostalgic appearance. Japanese from his ink and weapons, but his straw hat was a neon sign to who he was. An aramusha.

"I assume you already know me considering you tracked me down?" Torvi questioned.

"Yep. Torvi Birgerdottir, you pissed off some pretty powerful people, and judging from your behavior that about six million people have seen, I can see why. I was hired to 'rough you up' considering all the damages you did to them".

"Ha. If you truly believe you'll 'rough me up' and walk away free, you're dead wrong". Ruby seizes as soon as she heard Torvi's statement, worried she was gonna kill again. She prayed to Oum that wouldn't be the case, that she would deliver mercy. She still stubbornly believed in the good in Torvi, and did not want to see her taint her hands again.

The man smirks in battle-hungry glee. "I see. So this is gonna be a life or death battle, isn't it? Because if that's the case...". He then pulls out his dual katana blades and twirls them around as he enters a battle stance. "I won't hold back then".

"...What is your name aramusha?"

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't notice" he chuckled. "The name's Ryuuto Yamamoto! And I'm here to fight ya Torvi Birgerdottir! What do ya say?!"

Ruby snapped her head at Torvi, who began to laugh manically at the prospect of fighting such an enthusiastic opponent. "You better not chicken out, or I'll eat you alive!"