Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, Sherlock Holmes and Hololive. All of them belong to their respective owner. I only own Mr Protagonist here.

Obviously, I accepted his offer as not only do I get the chance to be tutored under the guidance of a famous and certified doctor but I would also acquire an identity and lodging.

Remember when I talked about reincarnation? Now, that has become an issue as isekai means new life and new life means no identity.

John was not happy at the fact that I was basically persona non grata in this world. He searched far and wide to find my identity, not that I would tell him that the person named Eflin Hunter never existed at all.

First thing after his search, he brought me to a hospital to find out my identity using fingerprints. That didn't work out as smoothly as one could've hoped since there's no record of anything related to me.

As he was doing his business, I can't help but notice the conversation happening around us. Most of the topics were normal such as the weather and hospital-related stuff but one thing stood out.

One person talked about a city that we're in and called it Argus. As far as my pea-sized brain remembered, there is no such place on Earth. The only thing that I can remember about Argus is that it's a city on RWBY. Combined with a sudden appearance of a weirdo drenched in crimson blood and shoutings about a 'Huntsman', it has strengthened my belief that somehow RWBY and Sherlock Holmes had donned the Potara Earrings and fused into whatever this abomination of a world is.

As I was pondering my current predicament, John approached me with a frown etched on his face. He told me that nothing could be found out about me. John was getting frustrated but he decided to leave it all to tomorrow him.

And that takes us to tomorrow. Instead of searching for the impossible, the doctor decided to forget about it and teach me about Remnant.

We would go over the history of Remnant, the Grimms and occasionaly, things about Aura and Semblance. Conveniently, English seems to be the only language around here.

After the lesson, I asked him what was next and he replied, "Now, we continue."

For weeks, he would try over and over again to find my "lost" identity but John would always meet a blockade to the point where he just gave up and accepted the fact that I have no identity and origin. It was as if I had appeared out of nowhere, which technically I did.

So what else to do but create a new identity for myself? Being a famous doctor certainly helps as he knows quite a few ways to create an identity.

And just like that, Eflin Hunter was born 5 years ago on Argus.

"Here's your new home," John opened the door to show me the insides of an apartment room. The apartment itself has the insides fully furnished.

"Get a good night's rest. We'll start our training tomorrow. See you later," John just waved at me and stepped out of the apartment, leaving me to my thoughts.

The first thing I did after he left is getting inside the bedroom to look at myself using the mirror. I was not shocked when I saw my old face but aged down to a 5-years-old boy. The same average-looking face I've gotten used to in 16 years of my life.

I just decided to forget about everything and plop myself onto the bed to try and make myself asleep but something kept bugging me from sleeping.

John Watson. He may not be a detective but he is no fool. Wouldn't it be suspicious for him to take care of a boy? It would just be a better idea for him to put me in an orphanage but he didn't. There must be a hidden reason why he decided to keep me around. He might be a pedophile for all I know. Can't really deny that possibility.

Before I knew it, the light of dawn had broken out and someone kept knocking on the apartment door, presumably John.

Stretching my body, I got out of bed and runs straight to the door to open it. Unsurprisingly, John's face greeted me first.

"Hey," John gestured at me to follow him, "Let's go," I quickly hasten my step to catch up with him.

Awkward silence lingers around the atmosphere during our walk toward his workplace. I wanted to say something and ask him why did he help me in the first place, but no words came out of my mouth as I have no inkling of an idea on how to approach him. And so the awkwardness lingers around until John broke the silence.

"Wondering why did I help you in the first place?" John said the question which has been plaguing my mind for a while. I nodded at his question.

"Well, there's three reasons for it. One, I am in dire need of an assistant. Two, because my bleeding heart won't let a kid die out there alone."

"And three, well..." the doctor looked at me with a wicked grin, "Your whole existence is a mystery and I like a good mystery."

Ooh, ominous. Good to know that he doesn't have any sus reason for helping me. I just muttered a small "ok" and we kept walking until we reach our destination.

When John proposed the apprenticeship, I supposed that he was talking about him teaching me the ways to become a detective or a doctor, lessons about human bodies or at the very least, how to solve cases. Not-

"Black, two sugars, that's how I like my coffee. I expect a cup of that on my desk every morning."

...This. Becoming a glorified personal assistant.

This sucks.

Years have passed and I have mastered the art of brewing coffee. John was so proud of me that he passed on his very own secret technique of brewing to me. Together, we conquered the world using the power of friendship and brewing coffee.

...Or at least, that's what I wished to happen.

You see, part of our deal back then was that John would provide shelter for me and in return, I would work as an official assistant of him.

If there's one good thing about the laws on Remnant, it's that child labour is allowed (somehow) as long as the job is not taxing and the child is willing to work. I found this whole law thing dumb but oh well, it works in my favour so I don't really care.

I know I shouldn't complain since I got all of this for free but...

"Kid, don't you see that there is dust everywhere?"

"The coffee's too bitter, make it a bit sweeter,"

"Put those folders away, they are a bother,"

...But damn, the man was demanding.

It's been two months since I've officially worked as his assistant and all I've done is just clean up his messy office. None of those promised lessons as he said it. Did he even promised me in the first place?

Did I got scammed?

Bzzz...Bzzz...Bzzz

A vibration travelled across the room, the source coming from John's scroll (a futuristic telephone, basically). The man picks it up and put it across his ear.

"Watson here."

"..."

"A murder, you say," said John in a mocking tone as he turns around to me. Oi, why you looking at me like that?

"Alright, I'll be there in an hour or two," John puts down his scroll and shot me an anticipating look.

"Gear up, kid. We have a mystery to solve."

Originally, this chapter was supposed to come out a week after the first chapter was released but I was just not satisfied with it so I just tweaked it a little and I was damn satisfied with the result.

Anyway, ciao. I gotta explain to my pissed as hell mom about why did I failed my chems test. Peace out.