When I was young I was taught of the creation of humanity.

My legs felt as if they were burning, each step sent spazms throughout my body as my arms screamed that they could not dig through the stone anymore. My pick broke a long time ago, my blodied claws will do.

There were two brothers, one of light and one of dark, one who creates and another destroys. They created the lands we walk upon and the fire which destroys it, the grass we walk upon and the insects who feed on it.

After what felt like ages I managed to miraculously found a cave, a tiny hole yet the darkness within showed how deep it truly was as even shining my torch's light showed nothing but onyx. Yet the stench of ancient magic, seeping through like a miasma cloud wafted through I knew this journey was for nought.

One day they decided they would create something together, us! My mother exclaimed, yet as it settled inside my mind only more questions appeared, were there others created before humanity?

My hands worked overdrive, managing to crack open the hole to where he could poke his head inside.

If there were how did they choose? What were the conditions they must pass in order to be successful?

I fell through the hole I created into the cave below, ancient magic flowed through the air, my skin tingled as the energy touched my bare skin.

So I asked my elders, tried to gain the knowledge I seeked through tomes and scrolls when they didn't know yet nothing I read answer my questions.

As I walked through the darkness, torch in hand, I followed the prickling feeling like a hound.

As time went on my curiosity of this subject waned, it was not til I was an adult that I seeked as a child.

I paused as the torch's light shone back on towards me.

A story of a battle between 53 monsters.

A twisted slab of pure darkness reflected the light, the gleam making it seem as though the stone? Was pulsating, as if it too was alive.

Of immortal beings, primordial, ancient.

I reached out towards it, to feel it upon my hand I grasped towards it, to make sure this wasn't a dream...

its name was the battle fight... Its only rule...

Yet as my hand gently brushes upon the smooth marble a cacophony of voices crashed into my mind, some of pure violence and rage but others of sophisticated knowledge that dwarfed mine own.

Yet none of them held the clarity and authority of one... the monolith itself.

Fight... fight till there is only one...


In a small village near the outskirts of the kingdom of Vale called Ansel, a young blonde boy with a black shirt and jeans excitedly grabbed a luggage bag and practically thew himself down the stairs of his house, a large thud reverberated through the first floor.

"Calm down Jaune, all your sisters are still sleeping!"

'Uh oh.' The child cringed as his mother scolded him.

"Now come Jaune, I've already packed your lunch and breakfast is at the table, you can't possibly think you'll pass the entrance exam with an empty stomach?" Jaune sighed as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Thank for the breakfast mom." he sat upon his usual position at the table, his small frame making it so he had to jump to reach the chair, digging eagerly into his eggs and toast.

"Calm down Jaune, the eggs aren't going to run away." His mother chuckled to herself while she took off her apron from her blue dress, shaking her head towards her excited child as she prepared the rest of the dishes.

"Bugh moohm!"

"Swallow."

He immediately followed the command for fear of his own life.

"But mom! I don't wanna miss the bullhead to Patch, we almost ran late the last time... and the time before that..."

The child gripped his fork tightly, eyes on his plate filled with determination and anxiety.

"Oh honey, it's fine that you failed, you just have to pick yourself up again."

"Thanks" his expression only got more serious. Even as his mother's gentle hand grazed through his wild yellow locks he could only think of the disaster of both of his past entrance exams.

This one would be his last... for better or for worse.

"Come on mom! Let's go go!" Jaune yelled, immediately inhaling the rest of his breakfast, drowning the morsels with orange juice.

"Alright alright, let me grab my wallet after I leave a note for your sisters and father. Wait outside by our bicycles we still have 20 minutes till the next bullhead."

He was already jogging towards the garage as his mother was just taking out her notepad, opening the door to the garage and opening up the garage door, he brought out old faithful.

He brought out both of the bicycles, his blue and yellow one with equally yellow tassels and his mother's gray one.

As they rode through the small path towards the main village and through there a ride to Vale and subsequently, Patch.

Jaune always did like the view to town, as bushes and trees gave away to farmland, the view of the multitude of crops all laid out all laid out in rows. He wasn't as artistic as his sisters in anything other than dancing but he could still appreciate it. Farmland gave way to buildings and apartments, the smell of freshly baked bread spread throughout the streets preparing everyone for their mornings.

Jaune would normally be knocked out cold but he had to give the best impression he could.

They parked their bikes in the nearby parking lot near the port, just in time for the bullhead.

As they took their seats after passing off their tickets, Jaune couldn't help but check his bag for the 40th time, his practice armor and arming sword were there and so was the buckler.

Yet as he was going-over his training manuals, the flying torture machine lurched, so did his stomach.

Juniper Arc immediately knew what was happening due to multiple previous trips, she rubbed Jaune's back with one hand while opening a paper bag with another.


As they landed, Jaune prayed to the gods grateful for the creation known as land, after a quick break the parent-child duo took a bus towards the school, Jaune looking out the window seeing all the buildings, it wasn't as big as the city of Vale but it was still bigger than Ansel. Seeing a bunch of stores he only saw on TV that he saw last time only reinforced the fact that it was way more modern too.

After touching down on the bus stop, seeing all the other entrees with their parents, with their cool weaponry and awesome clothes he made his best war face, hopefully showing off confidence.

His mother snickered. "What are you doing?"

"Dad always said confidence is key!" He said as he marched forward, he couldn't see his mother's concerned face, he stand to face it.

As he walked towards the entrance with the rest of the children, all equally as nervous as he was, er, or at least he wanted to believe they were, he wanted to alleviate his anxiousness by looking towards the school building.

It was huge, with a few towers too! It was so much bigger than his own school and it was a compound building that housed grade school with middle school.

As the children all stood in the main hall for half an hour, an auburn haired faunus walked towards at the podium near the end of the hallway, her arms crossed and head tilted downwards. Her body was covered in tight brown leather suit with pieces of white and black armor, a half cape of fur strapped to her shoulder with a curved sword by her side.

It was the third time Jaune saw her yet the only thought Jaune could muster was 'She looks so cool!' but during his silent admiration the surrounding speakers suddenly awoken, everyone stood in attention, eyes towards the Huntress in front of them.

"Welcome all, to signal academy!" Her voice reverberated throughout the hallway her hand on the podium's microphone, confidence laden voice inspiring the children.

"You have all come here to become guardians, warriors, protectors of the weak... heroes." - that was cool!- Nods from the crowd could be seen, proud smiles of the parents were beaming as some of the children even started to jump in place and talk among each other.

"But do not get ahead of yourselves, for now you are all but children, do not fret, for we here at signal shall train your bodies and wring out your true potentials! To become true huntsmen!"

- That was so cool!-

"So I'm glad to meet all of you, the name's Maple the headmistress of this school!" She stood tall, winking her right eye while saluting to the crowd, a warm smile on her face.

Third time he heard it, but it was still so cool!

Many in the crowd had determined faces while others' had their faces filled with anxiety, Jaune hoped he managed to force his face to look like the former. Looking at his mom showed she had a smile on her face, definitely a determined face!

"Alright then, all those with prior experience in combat schools please go forward through the left hall, please in orderly fashion thank you." Over three quarters of the children left towards said hall, their parents right behind.

But as the last of the group walked forward he could hear a pair of kids with their parents talking.

"You see that? A faunus for headmaster?"

"Yeah, couldn't believe it too, heh. Y'know dad said that she only got the position because she was a diversity hire."

"I can see it haha."

...

'That was mean' Jaune looked at the two kids leaving, their parents should have been able to hear them too but the one in armor with the brown hair and mustache just looked proud.

Why did no one stop them? Was he the only one who heard? A huntsman's job is to help people, maybe this was a test?

As he was struggling to step forward he heard the speakers fire up again.

"Those who haven't please follow me through the right please~. Especially those who haven't unlocked their auras." She cheerfully spoke out, her fox ears twitching.

Saved by the speakers heh, Jaune ignored the fact that he held a hammer almost half his size.

But aura? what was that? Wasn't that super power in that Huntsman edition of his comic book?

"Come on everyone, don't get lost." She stepped off the podium signalling everyone else to follow her, looking towards the right corridor one last time, Jaune couldn't see her face.

He could hear the clatter of equipment, he decided to follow, his mother came close behind. Both of them followed through with the rest, already familiar with the way to the physical training and health inspection room.

Jaune and his mother entered last, Jaune checked around the room, most of the things stayed the same, the same training gear, the same places, still cool but there was something new at the middle.

"Some of you may be familiar with huntsman training equipment, such as weights, cutting dummies and target ranges but this baby." She gently slaps the side. "Is brand new!" Her eyes shone genuine pride in the machine.

Jaune wondered what it was. It looked like one of those teleporter things he saw in movies, it looked like a glass tube with a bunch of machinery hooked up into it, with a scroll on the front side stuck on the door.

"Throughout the years there have been many ventures to study and research aura, the study of soul. But know we have definitive proof of progress in this aura reader!" She explained, her eyes serious even with her friendly smile radiating "Most Aura readers can only read aura in terms of capacity and not in it's quality and quantity, and you can only gain the specifcs only after you unlock it, which means unless you give a bunch of civilians aura you don't really have a bunch of area to research with." She finished with a shrug.

No seriously what was aura?

'And now everyone was looking at me, great I said it out loud.'

"Well well well, this is new." The headmistress' eyes widend her hands on her hips. Surprise written on her face. "May I request the reasons of WHY you would let your son even step foot inside a huntsman academy without knowledge of his own soul? Ma'am?" She walked closer to Jaune and his mother, a serious look on her face.

"...It was his father's request."

"I see... at least the boy has the heart of a huntsman, coming back for another time huh? Third time's the charm they say." She ruffled the child's hair.

Jaune was surprised at the whole exchange his mouth agape, at his mother's words, at the headmistress' words and how she actually remembered him.

"Since you've been such a trooper I want to have you be the first child at signal's state of the art aura reader, don't worry I tested it just a few hours ago. May I ma'am?" Her eyes never left his mother's.

The blonde silently nodded.

She held the child's hand in her own, Jaune remarking her strength even through her gentle grip.

"I'll explain the rest while operating the machine, Aura is our soul manifestated through an armor that protects us, it's what differentiates living people from the Grimm. You know what Grimm are right?"

Jaune nodded "Monsters."

"That's right! We use aura to fight against monstes, that's why we don't go splat after every hit haha." She kindly escorted Jaune to the machine, the parents could see why she was chosen for a school for children.

"Miss Maple!" The Arc matriarch suddenly spoke up.

"If that thing hurts my boy there isn't any Grimm or weapon big enough to stop me from hurting you..." Determination filled her eyes.

All the others in the room were completely silent, eyes wide from the sight of a civilian standing to a huntress.

Yet only a warm smile came to meet the blondes eyes.

"I swear on my pride as headmistress that he will be safe." She returned.

Juniper nodded.

As Maple closed the door on Jaune she continued her explanation.

"Aura reserves can be read by scroll applications made for Huntsmen but they can only read how much aura there is in reserve, not the exact amount. Two different huntsmen with drastically different aura reserves will still be shown exactly the same." She explained while her hands worked on the machine.

"Like video game HP!" Jaune's muffled voice could be heard, his simplification causing the other kids to nod and speak in understanding.

"That's actually a good way to put it, gotta write that down, now hold on..."

Jaune held his breath, this wasn't here last time, what was going to happen?

A large mechanical beep sounded from the machine.

"And we're done." She nonchalantly said, clapping her hands.

That's it? Jaune thought.

"That's it?" Juniper voiced.

"That's it!" The fox faunus gladly confirmed. Ignoring the equally confused and relieved crowd.

The rest of the parent child combos all released their breaths, now knowing that they wouldn't explode.

"What makes this aura reader special is because ta-dah! It can read the specifcs, the exact amount, the quality of an individual's aura even before they're unlocked!" Maple animatedly explained.

"So let me check out the numbers here... huh." The usually jovial huntress was stunned twice in a single day.

"So, uh, what's my power level?"

The headmistress snickerd.

"Aura level Jaune." She really did like this kid. "And we can't expose private information like that, we'll write it down with the rest of your personal information that both of sent signal." She worked through the machine opening the door.

"Now lets get out of there buddy." Jaune walked through, Maple knelt to Jaune's height.

"You've already been through this part so you can do it by yourself right?" He nodded. "Ok, then can you and your mama go through the rest while I test everyone else's aura ok?" The kid nodded once more, his face wrought with anxiety.

"Remember what I said earlier, third time's the charm. Good luck with the physical exam!" She put her hand on his shoulder, his face softening. "Ok! I'll try my best!"

As she watched him jog his way to the health inspection exam, Maple knew he would make the written exam too, the physical trial however...

As the rest trickled through the tests, they reached an arena, a single Atlas security bot in the middle. It's cold, edged appearance giving it a menacing look especially to the children "THAT LOOKS SO COOL DAD!" Except for kids that like robots -and you know what that boy was right- as she activated it's battle protocol the blades within it's arm protruded, the blades whistling through air.

"Don't worry it's blunted hehe." She knew how it looked, and to be fair the looks the parents gave her were perfectly understandable.

"I'll go first!" Jaune ran towards the stage, buckler and sword in hand.

Maple was happy seeing the blonde bundle of soft actually block and parry a few attacks.

It all went downwards from there...

Maple watched as kids and parents left the academy, some using public transport while others in their own vehicle, but her eyes were glued to a blonde child, crying in his mother's waist his head being gently rubbed.

It was a shame, he had potential and drive.

But maybe there was something she could still do, maybe he was the perfect candidate. Maple thought so...

She brought open her scroll and tapped in a number.

"Hey it's me sorry for the sudden call... Yeah it went well, thank you sir... yes... I see. Oh yes, I think I found a candidate for the Masked rider program Mr. Ozpin..."


"Call me Saphron! I dare you to call me!"

"Marron hasn't said anything..."

"Shut it Verte!"

"What about you Jaune?"

"Call..."

"Alright then, two of a kind." The girl called Saphron stated as she showed her hand.

"Three of a kind." Marron smugly rang back.

"Four!" The spiky haired Verte shouted, assured in her victory. The rest of the children had their heads turn towards the tiny tomboy's triumphant call.

"...aight .u..sh"

"What did you say?" One of the twins called.

A sigh broke out of the child's tired face."Royal straight flush of spades..." He dropped his cards to the floor for all to see, and as sure as day the cards were in the order.

Spade ten.

Spade Jack.

Spade Queen.

Spade King.

Spade Ace.

It was if a bomb was lit as the entire room was sent into frenzy, the girls who were watching tackled Jaune into a hug. The loser trio fell to the floor as if struck by lighting, Verte twiched as if she was a crushed grasshopper.

"I'm sorry everyone, I couldn't pass..." The sole male mutterd.

The rest slowly rose up to embrace Jaune. He was shaking as soft sobs could be heard, everyone knew this was his last chance at becoming a huntsman, their dad said as much. All of them turned their heads as the door of Jaune's room slowly opened, the click of the door knob and slow creak of the wooden frame alerted them all.

"Jaune... it's me..." A large man with graying blonde hair in gray armor slowly walked in, the chainmal underneath his coat completely silent.

"Hi dad..."

"Your mother told me we should have a talk, one on one..." He looked towards his daughters, the message was clear.

Each of the girls slowly left the room after one last hug to their brother.

"Go easy on him dad." The eldest daughter in a red shirt said as she left.

The click of the door being shut made the silence unbearable for both parties.

"..." The patriarch sat down.

"..." Jaune looked downwards.

"..."

"..."

Let it be known that Gris Arc was as bad at talking as his lone male progeny.

"So... you did your best son. Sometimes... we... we can't get everything we want in life." The grayed knight tried to console Jaune.

"...ura..." the child mumbled.

"?"

"Why didn't you tell me about aura...?" The father stiffend.

"What other stuff did you keep from me? You said you already taught me all I needed but Miss Maple said that Aura was super important?!" His voice slowly rose, from a mear whisper to a shout.

"Jaune, I did it for your sake... being a huntsman is nothing like how they say it is..." Jaune kept quiet while his father talked.

"Is that why whenever I search up anything on huntsmen the sites get blocked? Because you want to protect me? I can't even find anything in the local library on huntsmen training just stories." The sole male child darkly mutterd.

"I didn't have anything to do with the library, there's just no demand for Huntsmen here so there's no goods. But for everything else? Yeah, that's on me." The gray knight lowered his head.

"But why?"

"Because you're not fit for it Jaune."

Jaune's heart sunk at these words, his vision darkend.

"...What?"

"It's nothing glamorous, there's no guarantee that you'll even be payed insurance, no guarantee that the people you'll save would appreciate you!" The man complained.

"You had your chance at becoming a huntsman, and it's fine that you didn't become one." Yet as he saw his son's dejected face lower even further, his knees brought together hiding his face. "But h-hey, you can focus on other things like uh..." Gris stood up looking around the room.

Grabbing the barely used guitar "You can focus on your guitar! Or focus on your dancing, maybe... maybe it was fate messaging that maybe Huntsman work just wasn't for you..." He tried to cheer his son up, yet he didn't move an inch.

"Screw fate I want to be a huntsman dad! Not a dancer, I want to help people and be a Hero like you dad!" Jaune exploded.

"No you don't..." The veteran's tone went cold.

"I'm an Arc! I want to be able to continue our lineage!" The child stood too, his height only managing to his father's waste, barely. "I always wanted to be like you!"

"Is that it?! Some stupid pride about being from a family of sell swords?!" Gris held his face with his hand sighing. After a while he continued.

"Whatever stories about noble huntsmen protecting villages from thousands of Grimm you hear from your friends and neighbors are just that, stories, TV is worse, they cut out all the grime, sweat and blood. All the screaming..." He looked downwards, thinking of what he should say next. "They just cut and paste whatever looks good on camera and push anything that scares the sponsors away under the rug. Whatever's left becomes the perfect advertisement to make kids like you to want to take up arms..." He threw his arms in the air.

"And like I said earlier, you just aren't huntsman material." Jaune's expression looked as if he was stabbed in the heart.

The young child couldn't take it anymore, "Thek make me strong then, every time I ask, you always say you're busy or tired! He said "I'll go through anything, any training!" He pleaded.

"I just said you can't, and you won't even if you wanted too. Your lack of training won't even get you in the Atlas military, much less a combat academy." His voice was final.

"B-but..." His voice quivering.

"The Arc line of huntsmen end with me,it's getting late... good night Jaune." He finished, closing the door.

Jaune stood silent, mouth agape. Yet as tears fell down his face so did his legs, that night Jaune mutterd himself to sleep...


He grabbed old faithful and rode his way to town, his training gear stuffed in his carrier bag it's weight throwing his balance off but that's nothing. He just didn't want to stay in the same house as him...

As he rode through his way to town he could only focus on the road, hands gripping the handles tightly.

He rode through the small town, drifting through corners, a small trick he picked up from his sister Verte during their grocery trips.

riding into the forest he hopped off of his bike and walked towards his secret training ground, a small patch without much grass and a tree with scratches across it's trunk.

He used to use this place to practice dancing since his steps would cause a ton of noise but it was a perfect place to practice training whatever techniques he did know.

Speaking of...

He brought his arming sword, buckler and his only book on Huntsmen.

X-ray and Vav huntsmen special!

'A Huntsman must always work on their footwork, charisma and courage!' BAM! A huntsman in a green cloak shouted as he threw a haymaker at a skulled wolf.

He knew he had good footwork, his former dance partners could attest for that. And his guitar would help his charisma, it always did for the guys in movies, and he was brave... honest! Mom said he was!

'And most importantly their signature aura!' POW! A Huntress with a flowing red scarf through a bear to the ground said.

Now that he knew what aura was that last part was a lot more literal than he what he first thought it was.

With a whistle his sword was left out of it's sheath, or was it a scabbard? It whistled but it was blunt, dad said it was because of the shape.

Dad...

He swung his sword, he hit the tree straight on with the edge. He swung again, he missed and hit with the flat, he swung again and hit it with the edge.

He swung, again, again, again and again. His aim had gotten better, more consistent than when he first started. He would have been better if his father taught him. If only he gave Jaune another chance...

He struck the tree one last time, he managed to bounced his sword out of his hand. As he looked at the offending limb he saw it was shacking.

He picked his sword back up and started hacking once more, yet his swings lacked it's energy.

Once afternoon rolled by and the feeling of his arms -barely- returned he packed his gear and walked his way back to town, his shirt stuck to his shirt with sweat.

As he returned, he walked by a couple of older women talking by the crossroad on the way to his house.

"Did you hear about that Arc boy going for his third combat academy entrance exam?"

"I did! What a shame that such a bloodline would end up with such a boy!"

"Do you think he'd pass now?"

"Oh I don't know..."

Their inflictions sounded as though they were whispering yet they sounded as if they were quietly whispering. They were always like this, both the adults and the other children...

He would take the long way today.

The rhythmical clanking of his gear only made it feel longer.

As he made his way to home, climbing the hill towards his house, yet as he was starting to see his house he saw his mother in her classic blue dress waiting at the porch.

"Jaune!" She called the young one's name as she saw him, running towards her child.

Yet as she was getting closer Jaune noticed something in her hand, 'Is that an envelope?' He thought.

"Jaune! Jaune come here!" As she reached her son she scooped him up by his arms, the tiny blonde mouth was opened in surprise "M-mom!" He shouted back in embarrassment.

"Sorry." She put down her son handing him the envelope. "Read it." She said, a smile plastered on her face.

Jaune was confused, he was sure he failed yet what was this? He wasn't sure what was inside... maybe... He stopped his train of thought before he gave himself false hope. It was probably a letter about how he won a pumpkin pete hoodie, which was still awesome!

Yet as he read the letter he couldn't stop what he read from leaking out of his mouth as his eyes opened.

"Special huntsman internship request... by signal...!" His heart almost skipped a beat, he felt his mother's arms wrap around him. "Good job son..."

His cheeks felt hot as tears slid down them, for the first time in his life he cried tears of joy.


The headmistress of Signal academy sat in her desk, looking through her scroll checking through the school staff's messages and mail from the Vale council. The giant glass window behind her made reading easy, letting through a ton of natural light, just how she liked it.

Her attention was suddenly captured by the automatic doors to her office opening wondering who it was.

"Maple, how have you been doing?" A man with grey hair in a dark suit came in, a white mug in one hand and a walking cane that she was sure was a sword in the other -although he had no problem walking. His posture was better than most people she saw, wait a sec-

"Mister Ozpin! you're here early!" The faunus headmistress shuffled up her chair in panic bashing her knee in her table.

'Oh brothers damn it' It even had a dent!

"Oh dear, Maple we're co-workers now I've told you to call me Ozpin multiple times already haha." The man chuckled to himself almost like a grandfather would, the action calming down

"I'm sorry Mister Oz- Ozpin- I mean sorry Ozpin. It still hasn't really hit me yet, the whole headmistress thing..."

The man took a sip from his mug.

"...Yet you managed to find in a child as weak as they can come yet ridden with hidden potential far better than any other teacher I've seen in a while." He smiled warmly.

"Thank you... so about that footage and data I gave you?"

"Oh yes I have, it was... interesting to say the least but the numbers don't lie, it's safe to say he's been promoted to the top of our list of candidates for version two of the system." He took another sip. "We we're quite lucky that he decided to try at the entrance exam again, just as we finally managed to send out the new aura scanners."

"I think his determination is the part we should give him credit for, he was sent home twice before the last one but he still came for another round. Maybe In a world where the latest aura readers weren't made he might've still tried getting in a combat academy in some other way."

"Perhaps sneaking his way into Beacon perhaps?" The man jested, a small playful smile creeped onto his face. Maple shrugged equally amused by the idea "Maybe haha." She shot back.

"The determination in his eyes before the physical test was something fierce, the first time I saw it I knew he was just a ball of potential waiting to be mold into a fine huntsman but... that following fight was something you couldn't just ignore." Maple remembered it, how couldn't she? Most kids at least had some training, an inkling of what they should be doing.

Jaune flailled around and jumped out of the ring in fear.

It was clear he wasn't given ANY form of training, he had good footwork and balance though!

"I'm truly glad I gave you the position, one year in and you're already giving children who would never have been giving a chance their own due." Maple was glad someone appreciated her work, being headmistress at the age of twenty-five ment she had a lot of pressure some big shoes to fill and equally big people to impress.

Ozpin stepped forward, placing his cup at the Faunus' desk pulling out a small metal box and a single card and laying them on top of the large table.

"So this is the fruit of Remnant's labour..." Maple commented, grabbing the card, flipping it around examining it from all angles.

"A rhinoceros beetle..." It just looked like a weird playing card with a beetle stuck on it, an image of a spade on it's body. An 'A' written on it's corners.

"Crow did say that this was going to be 'our ace in the hole' but this was a lot more literal than I thought."

"Yes, I do find it quite the humorous coincidence." Shaking his head as the white mug once more returned to his hands.

"So how do you use this baby?" Ozpin was a busy man, Maple thought so at least. Having her, or other Signal staff, know how to use it to teach any candidate would relieve Ozpin of the stress of the whole thing.

"Oh it's fine, I would prefer to teach him myself."

Interesting, Maple thought to herself, she had to check out when she could book a meeting between the two. She dropped the card back on the table and grabbed her scroll. "Alright, when are you open?"

"That would be today." huh?

The telltale sound of large metal doors, three blondes stepped inside. One of them more familiar than the rest, the telltale tan skin of Mr. Taiyang xiao Long but also Mrs. Arc and her child.

"Huh?"

"Perhaps I should have messaged you earlier that I already sent out the papers to them, I didn't think I would have forgetting between our chat haha."

She forgot how eccentric her former headmaster was but oh well.

"Congratulations kid! Welcome back to signal."


Hey... um. Sorry.

There was a mix of real life stuff and just me thinking up how to move the story forward, me getting rona, work stress etc.

But now I'm back, writing about the blonde noodle turning into a karate bug-man.

I'm going to try putting out a chapter once a week for the next few parts but will be obviously shorter because of it, hopefully it would still be interesting -if it was interesting in the first place- so if you enjoyed or disliked anything here I'd like a review.

Just absolutely destroy me, I can't get better otherwise.

Logging off, see you guys next week.