This chapter was filler. I'll give the ninth chapter in an hour.

Despite saying nothing, both Yang and Ozpin have subconsciously agreed to not mention what happened at Summer's grave.

Yang was currently in control, landing blow after blow on a punching bag on her dad's backyard. Her real hand ached, while her metal hand didn't feel anything.

"Perhaps it would be wise to take a break, Yang."

Yang snarls, landing one final punch to the abused equipment before walking back and sitting on a nearby rock, panting heavily.

When Yang/Ozpin had returned from their walk, Taiyang had some unfortunate news: a sudden Grimm surge in Vale needed Glynda to stay in the kingdom for a day or two, thus delaying her rendezvous to Patch.

Even so, Yang knew that she had to leave Patch soon. With Ruby being anywhere in Animal or Mistral and Salem pushing her advantage, neither Oz or Yang could stay in the house any longer.

But they still need a way to contact the rest of Ozpin's- Yang's- Their lieutenants. In other words, the headmasters and Qrow. Easier said than done.

"How'd you meet them anyway?" Yang asks aloud, knowing Ozpin would hear.

"Hm?"

"The other headmasters? Or did you really tell three total strangers about the existence of immortals and magic?"

Ozpin chuckles. "No, of course not. That works be unwise, but you already know that."

"Well?" Yang prods, curious.

"The story of how I met my brothers-in-arms is a long one. You may find it quite boring." Ozpin says, but Yang could hear the teasing tone in her head.

"Try me."

"Hmm. A better idea. I'll give you access to those memories."

Yang frowns in confusion. "Huh?"

"You'd experience my own memories, as if you were yourself. It'd feel like your dreaming."

"And my body?"

"I'll take control while your looking through." A pause. "Of course, if you're uncomfortable with that, we can always-"

"No, it's fine." Yang says quickly. "Honestly? I wanted to try that kind of stuff. You do it all the time."

"I ask permission..."

"Still, would be pretty neat to know how to 'retreat into my mind' or whatever you do when you're not around."

"Very well. Close your eyes."

Yang closes them-

And opens them again, in a dark void.

"Okay ... kinda creepy, not gonna lie" Yang mutters. "Oz?"

Suddenly, a light appears behind her. Turning around, Yang sees a glowing... orb thing. Yang hesitates, then reaches out for it.

As her hand touches the orb, it glows bright again, making Yang close her eyes again because of the light-

-Yang opens her eyes, seeing Beacon again.

It's not as if Yang hadn't seen it before (she was there when it was built, after all), but the sight of the building was... nostalgic.And somehow, it felt exciting to finally see the Academy first-hand.

Yang sighs, clutching her cane tightly, a sudden wave of guilt coursing through her again. Her latest incarnation was much... younger than she was used to. Merely fourteen.

And now the boy named Ozpin is gone now. The immortal named Ozma- Yang was all that remained.

And even then, there wasn't much left of the original. Perhaps the soul who was cursed by the Brother Gods was gone as well.

"Are you just going to stand there?" A new voice says, quite rudely.

Yang jolts suddenly, frowning as she turns behind her, coming face-to-face at another teen with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes, wearing a purple leather jacket.

"Excuse me?" Yang asks, surprised by the stranger's bluntness.

"You heard me. You've been standing around with your head up in the clouds for five minutes already." The green-eyed girl berates. "Frankly, if you're having second thoughts being here, just leave."

"Well, there's no need to be rude." Yang says. Really, there was no need to be so antagonistic to someone minding their own business.

"Please. I just don't want anyone dragging me down." The teen studies Yang, looking up and down.

"You don't even look like a huntsman. More like a scholar, maybe."

Yang frowns again. "Who are you anyway?" She asks, annoyed.

The blonde smirks, a new expression other than the judgmental frown she's kept on her face. "Glynda Goodwitch. The best huntress Beacon will ever have."

With that, Glynda walks away.Yang watches her go, still standing. "... Well, someone's full of themselves."

Yang knew the grin on her face made her look unhinged, but she couldn't find it within herself to care.

Every incarnation she's had was either already an adult or had a different occupation, and so she never was able to actually experience the Initiation she had created generations ago.

So when the current headmaster of Beacon (who gave a knowing nod to Yang) had guided them to the launchpads and explained exactly what was going to happen, Yang could only grin as the rest of the students gawked.

Initiation truly was a new experience.

But of course, Yang needed to actually land safely, or she'd have to explain to a new host on how exactly she died, which wasn't a conversation she wanted to have.

Pressing The Long Memory's handle once, she summoned her magic forth, a shimmering green orb surrounding her as she hit the forest floor.