Hello everyone, Leroy here! Just posting this little guy as a way for me to update you that I'm not and will never be abandoned this story until I finished it on my terms. Just that college midterms are coming and I'll be hitting the books for sometimes and won't have enough time to update the story.

Except of course this teaser and part 2.

But once midterms are over, expect me to get back to work on my free times once again.

I'm also taking this opportunity to answer some questions since apparently chapter 4 blew this story up more than my expectations. So thank you again, this is really good. While also pressuring me to make some good entertaining story now.

I will also take this section to reply to some of the reviews you kind people left for me. Really giving me motivation to continue and see that there are people who genuinely wait for the next chapter.

First of:

First on the list being warrior of six blades : Mate, I really wanted to show the epic scene I wrote for the bookstore, but I was reaching 7k word count and it would really bloat the story If I did, but that doesn't mean I can reuse it under different context. It was a really good idea that you'll be seeing again. I really worked hard writing on the plasmids effects as much, trying to improve still and would love to add it to the stories.

Let's just hope Ruby doesn't spill the beans too early. Jaune really needs his well deserved sleep.

Love to see another Knightshade appreciator.

Second is the once who was leaving helpful comments FallenAngelNoah : Yup, I was going for a kind of like pseudo P.O.V if you get me. Seemed like it worked. I also liked Adam West, yeah!

Third is Darkjackal248 : The addition of wizard Jaune was from an old writing prompt in class. I remembered someone wrote where there were two wizards of OZ.

Fourth is Ghostly : Sorry pal, most of your questions lay on the heavy spoiler territory and I had just started the story. Please wait and it will be organically answered as the story goes on.

But for weapons, yeah. Since most of his fighting style got molded to firearms more and less on blades and blunt weapons, which would definitely affect his muscle memory going forward.

Lastly, is MM Browsing : Good to know Chapter 4 is where things finally get started. As Chapter 1 - 3 is the viewer trying to get a read on Jaune's situation as he tries to rationalize things. Might be a bad idea to make a slow first impression, but I want it to build up slow before some action. Also, it might be my new writing style I'm practicing.

If Yang, a short-tempered, easily belligerent person, was to meet another version of herself, a sheltered girl with shorter hair. That would be hilarious to imagine.

In the original pitch, I wrote somewhere of Jax's hypnotic semblance, trying to work against a science-based man-made possession vigor and hypnosis plasmid and then there's infusion shield protecting Jaune, taking into account. Don't worry, Coco and her team will be making an appearance and roles.

Yes, Tonics and Nostrum are there as passives, but I just need to think of scenarios to better represent their effects during the story.

Leave some review or a PM for me to reply on the last part of the teaser. Anything as long as it's not spoiler heavy to the plot.

ALSO DON'T EXPECT THIS SCENE TO APPEAR ON CHAPTER 5. THIS IS IT'S OWN SEPERATE CHAPTER LEADING UP TO CHAPTER 5.

I'm not sure why this was deleted, and I had just noticed while checking the story's stats.

"I saw it with my own eyes. Books flying on their own. That place is haunted! You gotta believe me!" a white fang grunt shouts. The tone in his voice only came to match the downright fear in his expression of trembling lips and the hazy red eyes of someone with pure conviction, no doubt from what he saw inside the bookstore.

Behind the terrorist is a police officer slapping down the cuffs along with the rest of his unit doing the same to the rest of the criminals as the officers just gave up listening a good minute after their nerves got fed up and ended with calling it quits and his colleagues, in a unanimously agreed sentiment to get the done and sorted.

The faster they wrap this mess up, which some took it as literally; in a straight-jacket to a mental institution, the better for their sanity's sake.

However, for one cop, his frustration at having to hear about the supernatural has been heating up until eventually reaching its the boiling point finally piqued his ire as he happily gave a cent of his mind to the superstitious criminals.

"Haunted, you say? The only thing haunted I know of is that empty jail cell that you will soon live in…"

"Now, get in there!" Having his hands throw the soon-to-inmate inside of one of the police cars as did the rest of the police squad with their own cars, watching the white fang not even bother spew about racial equality but swerved the police officers' entire expectation for the arrest.

"The books just started flying and-and there were ghosts showing up and-" Only not in what he expected to end the night of his shift.

Haunted bookstores… Flying books, people appearing and vanishing from thin air?

The cop in question could only rub his eyes. This was something straight out of a cheesy horror movie. Maybe he should consider his wife's suggestion of holding coffee off and go for tea instead.

"Three more months, Zucker. Three months. Think about that pension. Think about that vacation home in Argus."

"Geez… first, Torchwick leading the white fang and now ghosts? What's next, a talking grimm?" The grizzled officer could hear a small laugh behind the fact that the veteran cop known as Zucker could only bark back.

"Shut it, rookie." Damn, jinxing everyone…

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First a rumored suicide attempt of someone on campus… then this? A living noodle foiled a terrorist attack in the middle of Vale's market district. If she knows any better, something is ramping up behind the scenes; and it's not at least good.

First and foremost, Yang needs to set this straight… from her sister's account of that Jaune Arc, the Jaune Arc, the pitiable charmer, the bottom of the ranking list in combat class the same Jaune Arc… That lanky noodle did all of that. Served a hefty-serving of knuckle sandwich to eighteen people.

To say the blonde brawler's mind was in a state of surprised certainly an understatement of what her head is processing, but a small voice took its turn for it begs to doubt what her baby sister was telling her has any truth to them.

"Dunno, sis. Seems pretty far-fetched, don't ya think?"

"But I'm telling you what I saw." Ruby whined like a child, convincing her parents she didn't break a vase and it was, in fact, a ghost.

"That you saw VB standing over downed white fangs? Doesn't really mean that he beat them." That there meant no offense, for Yang always let her teases be aligned for the sake of a light-hearted fun, not outright insult about people.

What she's even come to hear now, however, now this is supposed to be straight-up reality. Vomit-boy, bottom of the rank Jaune Arc, took on a sizable group of criminals with a good-Ole fisticuff alone, was indeed one for the strangest mysteries she had just come to hear this week, something she couldn't wrap her head around.

To something where her doubts stem from pragmatism about the blond's past combat records; all of which being down-right horrible altogether from what she remembered to now apparently taking down armed thugs in the double digits on his own and without being accompanied with his usual sword.

"Ruby, name one such occasion where that dolt ever won in a fight?"

For the first in a while, Yang stayed quiet, yet feels thankful for Weiss-cream for suddenly chiming in, for all of her chilling personality she has going with, she's at least wears a realist-spectacles on all situations, if not a bit brutal then she is herself. But still hoping for the uptight popsicle to be the voice of reason and pull whatever sugary haze her baby sister was deep under.

"Err…" Ruby went silent, all while her mood dampens even further than her gaze, turning slightly towards her blonde brawler of sister who she thought was on her side to only meet a shrug. If only you could see his awesome magic… and you'll all see… Her head ponders, muttering off.

Silent. Guess that's a bullseye right there. "I rest my case." The heiress concluded, her usual pompous attitude completing her look with both arms crossed together. Even taking a needless critical opinion on Jaune like he hadn't just came out of the clinic just this morning with bandages. "Like that dolt could handle a fight. So far, I'll have to see if he can with my own two eyes."

Really, that's just downright rude; Though, not that Yang would bother voicing that.

Then came what Yang saw was her sister and ice-queen reverting back to their status quo of back and forth one-sided argument. One where her sister was always on the receiving end.

Either way, it seemed she's washed away from the conversation.

…

"Hey, partner."

Crashing ashore to her more somber partner as she approaches her, where Her gaze staring off into the remains of this Tukson guy's bookstore now reduced to ashes and smoldering wood. Of whom, must be important to her from what she can tell. She felt that distinct feeling of grief emanating out from Blake as she herself knew of such grief once.

"Hmm?" Her lips lets out a hum, just pulled her out from whatever she's got thinking on.

"What's your take on all of this?" Asking again, Yang kept a somber smile for her friend. No grin, jokes, wisecracks, puns today.

"About…?" Blake asked; of which seemed Indifferent… yet Yang made no mind of that observation as nothing but sudden emotions from what just happened, and instead continued to ask.

"Vomit-boy pulling a solo act against like eighteen people and saving the day? The paramedics said Tukson is breathing, but he'll be out for a while, said it's all thanks to him dragging everyone out of the store."

Blake briskly looked toward Yang, who looked expectantly.

There was a pause, lining on Blake's eye, gazing away behind Yang for a bit. Finding words to say, right, or even palpable. Good job for him? Tough luck; That'll be disingenuous from her since she and Jaune haven't even been on speaking terms. Not that she didn't want to.

From what was perceptible from day one is that Jaune and she are complete opposites.

That's the entirety of it. Sorry to disappoint her novels, who typically had a deep convoluted web of long-history type of reason the characters act the way they are; the short boring reality is that she just never found one to talk to him.

One ends up being an extrovert, no matter for his detriment from racists like Cardin who took a target out of him after defending a fellow faunus, really she did appreciate him standing up for faunus right, though that's there's all there is to it, there was nothing more to be said; and where was she during all of this you might ask?

Her mouth zipped up, quiet, as she was sliding off towards the far corner to not be bothered. An introvert, to be exact.

Make no mistake, Blake did think about it. Even after both of their teams are like sisters to one another, likewise, her memories of it were rare as for Jaune and her to even exchange words. Like one didn't exist to another and vice versa.

Strange… It's like there isn't any chemistry to begin with because the tools needed aren't even there to test on.

"Yo, Blake. You alright." Once more, her thoughts were shattered again like glass by the voice of her easily belligerent partner's calling for her. Who might be the once punching said glass with her fist.

"Hm?"

"About Jaune?"

Think. "… Undecided. But what matters most is that the white fang is stopped from another terrorist attack and the spread of the fire. And he did somewhat good, and that's fine by me."

"Real… sincere…" Dry sarcasm was plain to hear on her brawler partner's voice unabashedly dragging it out for her like in hopes of her to pick up between the lines. "But if you asked me, stopping a fire such as what we saw on his own is more impressive than knocking the lights out of some no-name thugs."

How she is this blind? Is all that brain-cells of hers went to her fist instead? Blake could only think as to why as she was clear to showing signs of not in the mood for one of Yang's jokes, not when innocent people's live are in the cross-hair of the white fang.

"Look, what do you want me to say?" Blake asked, already her somber demeanor slipping to an antagonistic scowl while her eyes glare at her blonde out-of-control partner, who remained unfazed. What the hell is this, an interrogation?

Finally, the eldest brother threw her a tuna, thankfully, for Yang to finally dropped whatever she was on. "You know what? Nevermind." Good, Blake doesn't need her partner prodding into thing she's not welcome to. No offense.

Though Blake considers talking to Jaune in private. To thank for his help from saving Tukson, of course. That is at the very least what he deserves.

Funny, this was the second time Jaune got out of his way to help a faunus, and here she was who once naively believed she can bring equality to both races. Turns out, her thoughts feel the same as a morbid form of irony passed her conscious, one she became the very thing the pitiable knight stopped, saving the day.

To even considers herself upholding faunus rights when a human who might as well lived under a rock as he didn't even know who or what the white fang in recent years, when they started taking credits for their crimes, is just doing a better job saving a faunus than herself.

Really, it's pathetic. Like a hammer labeled "Irony" going down right on her face since their first day at Beacon as students and only then she's feeling how much it hurts.

…

Well, that was worth a shot. Yang did her best and still, her ever isolated partner has her fur all ruffled up about her past with White Fang.

Maybe try again for tomorrow. She considered her option. But with a shrug, took steps away from her clearly easily irritable feline and somehow landed her gaze towards the man of the hour, Jaune Arc.

Now consider her curiosity piqued about Vomit-boy. Beating eighteen thugs is just another Friday night for her, make no mistake, but for the likes of Jaune, who's known as "tall and scraggly" for real reasons, must be some serious development made.

Not just part of her, but the whole shebang wanted to test her baby sister's new take on the blond noodle, see if it's true with a trusty 'ole spar.

Just for the fun of it, she wanted to see for herself where this sudden strength of the blond knight came. Maybe get some one-on-one practice with him. Share notes and all that. Nothing too sinister.

Maybe make a couple of threats clear and "Gently" ask to what he has been doing with Ruby while alone… 'course that might be a be drastic.

Who she was kidding, that's her being merciful.

Now, just where did these balls of steel of his grew from? There's a good question.

Just then, though it may have been a just a faint noise that reached her ear, Yang could very well recognizable defeated groan belongs to that pulled her out from her train of thoughts to smash into a brick wall.

She turned to Ruby, who had slumped shoulders, and an equally dampened expression on her face to complete the look. "Speaking of Jaune... Just you two out on the town?" That enabled her older sister senses kicking into sly-gear as she her lips curl into a lopsided smile to Ruby's sudden fear crawling up to her face.

"W-what?" Ruby sputtered out. "What are you talking about?"

Zwei jumped in. "See, it's the three of us!"

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"Pyrrha please, I'm fine."

"You had us worried all day! How could you even come to the conclusion we'd sit around while you're gone?!"

"Correction, only she is. Nora and I happily accepted your decision and let you take a trip to Vale after your message reached us." Just in the nick of time, Ren swooped in, as he always, clearing things for his friend while also taking away with withholding a certain lip busted by that of Nora and Yang along an ego horribly bruised by a certain red-haired Mistralian.

"Uh… Okay…?"