The next day Whitley entered both Winter's and Weis's old rooms and began to search for anything that might give him an idea of what he might need when going out with the Huntsmen.

He didn't know why he was doing it, he only knew that even though the only thing he had done was stand around and keep watch, the time he had spent with Kazuma and Aqua was fun.

He opened Winters closet and unsurprisingly the eldest of his sisters had left behind all of the dresses she wore when she was younger, there were allsorts of colors in her closet.

Whitley wondered why Winter didn't bother wearing any of them anymore, granted they might be too small for her now, but she could buy new ones that did fit her.

It was in the back of her closet that he found an old Atlas trench coat, it was heavy because it was reinforced to be able to receive mid-level attacks from both Grimm and huntsmen alike.

Whitley didn't need an explanation as to why Winter had left it behind the trenchcoat didn't fit her anymore and the way the trenchcoat was designed meant that it was a coat for men not women.

Whitley took the trenchcoat and put it on, it was a little too big for him but nothing he couldn't grow into, it didn't hinder his movement nor did it restrain his hand when he lifted them.

He closed the closet and began to look around Winters room, and he found several unused dust bullets, he knew enough about dust to know that the reason the bullets hadn't been used was that they were weak.

The bullets could almost hurt a person that didn't have their Aura activate, other than that they could only annoy anything that they were used against.

So with nothing else to discover he went into Weiss room and found it-empty, there was nothing he could use, nothing except an old magazine that showed the different armors people wore in the past, the magazine was hidden underneath his elder sisters bed, she had probably hidden it from their father so that she didn't get any ideas about using armor that didn't fit the family image.

Whitley took the magazine, luckily for him the name of one of the stores that sold the armor was one he had walked past by several times, however as he was leaving his sister's room someone called out to him.

"You're going to need this" Nicholas Schneee said to him

Whitley had to admit he felt somewhat scared when he realized he had been caught sneaking into his s=istes rooms, but he was relieved to see it had been his grandfather who had seen him.

That relief quickly turned into shock as his grandfather's servant handed Whitley his grandfather's old armor and sword.

The armor was heavy and filled with scratches and dents, it was also too big for Witley.

The sword was something Whitley couldn't use, it was too big for him, as it was a large two-handed sword, both were meant to be used by a person that was either an adult or had their Aura unlocked.

Whitley watched as his grandfather's servant pushed his Nicholas wheelchair towards him and he felt his grandfather place his hand on his shoulder.

Whitley watched as his grandfather closed his eyes and began to chant.

"It is for those we love that we give our lives"

"It is for those we hate, that we continue to thrive"

"Let our sacrifice clear the path, for them to find a better life" his grandfather chanted and Whitley felt something deep inside him burst out and cover his body.

"I've awakened you Aura my boy, go do what you have to do," His grandfather said to him, before closing his eyes, and falling into a deep sleep.

Whitley watched as his grandfather's servant took out her scroll and called another servant to her side.

The man immediately walked up to Whiteley and took the coat- the armor and his grandfather's sword and walked out of the mansion, before waiting outside for Whitley to join him.

"He's been waiting for this day," the woman said to him

"He wanted to tell you that he's proud of you," the woman said to him before she leaned in and kissed Whitley on the forehead.

"I only follow his orders," she said to him, but Whitley couldn't help but smile at the silver fox Fanus woman that looked at him with a warm smile.

She had served his grandfather since Whitley could remember and was the one that spoke for his grandfather when he was unable to.

'go" she said to him before turning his grandfather's wheelchair and leaving Whitley alone.

He listened to the sound of his grandfather's wheelchair becoming more and more distant until the sound of a door opening and closing reached his ears, it was only when the door closed that Whitley began to move.

Whitley walked down the hallway and the stairs it was on the bottom of the stairs that he found his mother holding not one but four bottles of whisky.

"Youll need them, it kept your grandfather warm, and it helps people relax," his mother said to him

"Why?" Whitley asked his mother after all he wasn't going to leave home, he was just going to go out and have some fun with the people he was starting to call friends.

He could see the pain in his mother's eyes, but she never answered hi, she just walked up to him and began to put the bottles into his pants and coat.

'This is where you want them if you don't want them to break" she said to him.

She didn't say anything else after that, and so Whitley made his way to Mantle and soon found himself in front of an old store, it was rundown and the sign outside only had two words with lights still working.

His servant raised an eyebrow at the sight of the store but still went into the store with him.

The man working the counter was shocked to see Whitley, who wore what were expensive Atlas clothing, and his servant that wore a completely black suit, walking towards him carrying his grandfather's armor.

"Can you make these into something I can wear?" Whitley asked the old man as his servant placed everything in front of the old man.

The old man looked at the worn-out armor and shook his head.

'My boy, this armor is useless, and anyone that says that they can fix it, si sending you out to die."

The man said as he brought a magnifying glass and showed Whitley what he was talking about.

The armor was covered in cracks so mall a person's eyes couldn't see them, the old man then showed Whitley his grandfather's sword and Whitley saw that it was in the same condition.

Then the old man looked at the coat and raised an eyebrow, before immediately removing some pins Whitley hadn't noticed before and revealing what was a completely white suit.

"Tell you what give me a couple of hours and I can make you something good, but bring plenty of dust," the old man said to Whitley.

"Already ahead of you," his servant said as he walked back into the store, carrying the bag of dust that Kazuma had given Whitley the day before.

The old man immediately began to work and with nothing else to do both Whitley and his servant looked around the store, Whitleys eyes immediately caught sight of a pair of guns.

The guns were old models, but from what his servant said they could use almost any kind of ammunition, including a couple of highly dangerous explosive rounds.

Whitley immediately decided he wanted them before turning to his servant and asking him what he wanted.

The man chose a pair of white gloves and ankle guards that could have dust crystals installed into them

"My body is my weapon sir," his servant said to him s the old man came back out carrying with him a white suit.

'I did the best I could, go on try it on" he said to Whitley.

"I know you Atlas you always want to show off who you are so I kept most of your suits designs, I just made it your size and added the armors into every part of the suit

"It's both light and can resist up to upper-level Grimm attacks."

"I had to make your sword shorter and it's slightly heavier, considering I had to mix both the armor and the sword's metals to make it useful again" the old man continued to explain.

Whitley listened to the old man's explanation as he changed clothes, there were no changing rooms inside the store so he changed in front of the old man and his servant.

"No, I used the dust you gave me to both reinforced your sword and the suit"

"Just put dust into the small gap inside your sword's handle and activate it by breaking the crystal, you can break the crystal by squeezing the handle"

"The same goes for the suit, you see just place dust in your pocket and break it, it will immediately cover your suit and help you when you're without a weapon and are forced to only defend yourself.

"There's a lot of dust left, I see you took a liking to those uns do you want me to make you some ammo," the old man said to them

"Old man can you make these black" Rud asked the old man as he placed the two guns and the gloves with the ankle guards on the counter.

"Sure, before that do you want the ammo?" the old man asked them

"Yes," Whitley answered the old man.

After receiving the ammunition for the bullets and the gloves with the ankle guards now black so that they resembled his servant's uniform, Witley watched as Rud paid the old man for his labor and gave him some extra money to keep secret the fact that Whitley had gone to his store.

Unlike the other times, when he would just drive to the Kazumas shop or he would have his driver drive the car around until they found Aqua performing for the children of Mantle this time, Whitley walked down the streets of Mantle in his new armored white suit.

Rud his servant wore a black suit similar to the one Whitley was wearing only difference between what rud was wearing and what he was wearing was their colors.

Rud's suit was black and Whitley's suit was white, both of them wore a gray shirt underneath, while a white dress shirt or black dress shirt covered it.

On top of that was either a black coat that Rud wore or the white trenchcoat that Whitley wore, their pants were black for Rud and white for Whitley, both were reinforced so that they could absorb any attacks that might hit their legs, on his hips.

Whitley carried the two guns he had just bought, while on his back was his grandfather's sword.

Rud dint carry anything except dust crystals that he placed on the sides of his ankles and on of his globs.

Whitley was certain that the man had dust in his pockets, in case he needed them.

They soon arrived at Kazuma's shop and the moment both Kazuma and Aqua laid eyes on Whitley they began to laugh.

"Come on, I'll show you what you did wrong," Kazuma immediately said to him as he graved a fist full of dirt he had cleaned out of one of the machines and placed it on Whitley's coat.

Rud was about to push Kazuma away, but Whitley raised his hand and understood what Kazuma was showing him.

Whit was something he shouldn't have chosen, it could get dirty fast, and maintaining the color was going to be a huge problem, that is, if the dust crystals the old man had already placed in the coat didn't activate and cleanse the coat for Whitley.

Kazuma raised an eyebrow and nodded.

'Well forget what I said, so what did you come here for all dressed up?" Kazuma asked him