Sorry that this took longer than usual, lads. Wanted to give you all something with a bit more effort in it. But, here it is for you to indulge in your entertainment. I hope it's of better quality despite being somewhat shorter than the previous chapter. Anyway, enjoy. A new chapter would be up at around next week.

Also, I'm sorry for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes that you might find which may break your immersion.

Headmaster Ozpin looked at the holo-screen speechlessly with his mouth agape as a steaming cup of coffee idlingly hovered, an inch away from his lips. The footage of the boy's spar against the esteemed heiress of the Schnee Dust Company had been sent into Ozpin's personal device for the grey haired headmaster to view in all of it's brutal insanity. Not many things can harbor such a genuine reaction of clear shock and confusion from the ancient huntsman, for he had experienced many things in his many lives in that he had grown resistant to what many considered as the unexpected...but what he had just witnessed had not just broke through said resistance. No, not only that. It had crushed it with an iron caber, melted it down into a pile of glowing hot molten material and thrown it's dilapidated remains out into a window that lead into a perpetual pit of endless eternity and annihilation and for the first time in centuries, Ozma the immortal...cursed.

"What...the fuck..." Slowly placing the mug of caffeine comfort away from his coffee deprived body, the headmaster had his wide bag ridden eyes stuck to the static footage that had shown the entirety of the one minute match of metaphorical child murder.

"I...what? ...How?" Ozpin's silent voice, echoed through out the cavernous space of his office.

Headmaster Ozpin had kept his attention onto the Arc scion ever since that fateful night where he had found the young student cleaving apart Grimm after Grimm in the middle of The Emerald Forest. All of which had occurred just the day before. The secret immortal wizard had planed to integrate Jaune into multiple personal training sessions with himself in order to cultivate the boy's incredible natural ability and strength, strength that the ancient immortal had witnessed being performed in a drunken stupor. But now, seeing it performed in more deliberate and honestly unexpected ways had sent the old headmaster's mind in frenzy.

"I have to call to Glynda."

A scroll was ringing...and another had answered.

"Glynda!"

"Headmaster Ozpin!? What is it!? What's happening!? Has the Queen made her move!? Are we being attacked!?"

"No!" *Inhales* "No."

"Oh, thank goodness... Well, then...why have you called me? Is there anything wrong?"

"No. Apologies, there's nothing wrong."

"*Whew* That's a relief... Is there anything I can help you with and is it urgent?"

"Yes, there is something you can help me with and yes, It is of utmost urgency."

"Then what what must I do?"

"I need you to retrieve something in Vale."

"Ozpin... You better not have already consumed the entire academy's coffee supply because of your withdrawal. I swear, if this is another coffee run..."

"No...no... It's not another coffee run."

"Then what do you need?"

"I need you to find your way to an old colleague of mine. He owes me a favor."

"Hmm... Can you tell me where I should find him and when must I be there?"

"Tonight. In the eastern district, down in Forgeron Street. I still need to inform him after our conversation."

"I shall be there by the hour."

"Yes. Thankyou for your time, Glynda."

"Your welcome, headmaster Ozpin."

Pyrrha was training on the roof as the shining rays of the late morning sun illuminating her surroundings and herself. The sunshine warmed the pavement and bounced off of her armour and weapons to glimmer and shine as if to further enhance her already apparent beauty while she twisted and turned with great speed, power and grace. Mecha shift spear in one hand and hoplite shield in the other, she circled around an imaginary opponent to unleash a fearsome combination of slashes, stabs and kicks. Every now and then she would shift her spear into it's rifle mode to shoot down the metal cans that she had propped in a multitude of positions as target practice while she fought with her mental enemy.

Every movement was not a second wasted. Every slash would breath a metallic symphony that would ring and every shot would drum in tempo that echoed as she fought. Her movements and strikes came together in a war like harmony. It was almost as if she was making music. Her shield set alight by the burning celestial body above her, as it mirrored the light off of it's bronze splendor. Her short sword introduced itself with a final stab, causing the air around her to dash away as the blade sang a final single note.

"*Inhale* Whew..." Pyrrha took a moment to breath as she finished her daily or she would we say nightly exercise.

The spartan sheathed her weapons, her shield adorned her back and her short sword rested upon her left hip. She stood there motionlessly. Back standing straight, head hung low and breath labored but steady. Her mind drifted into her memories, recollecting the event that had occurred the day before...and quietly giggled.

"*Inhale*... *Exhale*... I wonder how Ren and Nora are doing." Mistral's champion allowed a small smile to grace her lips as she thought back on the yin and yang of their team but she also thought about the blonde and incredibly elephant in the room; her partner and team leader.

'Maybe I should check on him... I hope he's better now.' Pyrrha's excitement twinkled in her eyes.

Ever since the night she saw Jaune face against that horrible hoard of Grimm and won, her expectations and thoughts of the boy went from "Kind and honest goofball with the potential to be a good warrior" to "Kind and honest goofball with the potential to be an exceptional warrior that can rip an Ursa Major in half with his bare hands". A sight that she would hold in her mind and smile back upon. Jaune was often seen as the black sheep amongst his peers due to his lacking combat prowess and overall relative physical weakness.

The average students in beacon would be gifted with an incredible physic due to their training but...Jaune had none of that. He came into beacon unprepared and untrained with just his basic weapons that barely gave him a chance but despite all odds, he was able to pass initiation where other trained and far more prepared students failed. His natural talents and strength were just enough to get him through and lo and behold, he became the leader of a proud team JNPR. He was already exceptional the way he was now and as the thought formed in Pyrrha's mind, a frown replaced her smile.

"If only he could see himself as he really is..."

Her eyes drooped down for a moment but she steeled her breath and was ready to turn back and check on her partner until-

"Ms. Nikos!" Headmaster Ozpin appeared to greet her by surprise.

"Headmaster Ozpin!? Uh! I'm sorry! Hello, sir." Pyrrha quickly stammered out her response, hoping not to offend the esteemed huntsman.

Ozpin stood by the door that lead to the roof smiling as his cane supported his left hand and a cup of coffee raised in the other. He chuckled at the young huntress in training's desperate attempt to salvage her formality while she stood there straight and attentive like a child caught with cookie crumbs all over them.

"No need to be so Formal, Ms. Nikos." The headmaster gently swirled the coffee in his cup before taking a brief sip.

"Ah...Ok, I'm sorry." The champion timidly replied, unaware of the headmaster's amusement at hearing her famous constant need to needlessly apologies.

"Well, don't be. You're not in any form of trouble. Also, quite the impressive performance." Ozpin cheekily grinned at that last statement while taking another sip.

'Oh...he saw that...' Pyrrha sweat dropped as an embarrassed smile planted itself upon her face to pair with her worried eyes.

"Uhm... Thankyou, Headmaster." She sputtered. Her hesitation giving away her embarrassment.

"You should be proud of your skills, Ms. Nikos but that is not what I am here to speak to you about. Anyway, lovely day isn't it?" The immortal wizard took a moment to appreciate the almost picture perfect day as the warm sun blessed his form, warming his clothes as it's light glimmered of his spectacles.

The sight made him look like the stereotypical wise old grandpa.

"Yes it is." Pyrrha took a moment to join the headmaster in his appreciations of the day as she noted.

"So, what do you wish to speak about." In attempt to be as polite as possible to the old huntsman, Pyrrha ended up sounding to formal.

"Again, Ms. Nikos. No need to be so formal! I get to get away with because I'm old. Haha!" Oz mirthfully laughed before taking another brief sip of coffee.

Seeing the headmaster so seemingly carefree and relaxed, loosened Pyrrha's nerves as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"*Sigh* I'm sorry." Pyrrha held her arm in apology while the Beacon's headmaster internally reveled in the welcomed Irony that is Pyrrha Nikos.

'Such a fierce and capable warrior but such a meek and humble heart.' *sip*

"Anyway, for the sake of shortening this conversation. I wanted to speak about you partner; Mr. Arc."

Pyrrha stiffened at the response. Her eyes snapped open towards the headmaster's and her mouth slightly parted with nervousness.

"For your information, Mr. Arc isn't in any form trouble. *sip*" Ozpin quickly added to calm the young champion, for he knew of her feelings towards the boy due to experience. He had seen the same thing happen many times in many lives.

Her head and shoulders dropped in relief as she took a breath before looking back up at her the headmaster.

"Oh thank the brothers. So...do you want to see him or..."

Ozpin rose a brow at the quick mention of the brother Gods before remembering that most of mistral still believed in their existence, even after all this time.

"I would like to see Mr. Arc at four, this afternoon." A cheeky grin graced his face once more.

"I would like to discuss some things with him personally in regards to his encounter with the Grimm hoard in the Emerald Forest last night."

Pyrrha internally screamed. Here eyes wide with panic but a calm smile begrudgingly stayed on her face.

"Oh...You...know about that?" She spoke somewhat shakily.

"Oh definitely. I was there when it happened. Left shortly after you three arrived to find him." Ozpin casually stated, as if he had not seen a large Grimm hoard get absolutely decimated by a teenager the other night.

"Oh..."

"Yes...Ms. Valkyrie was quite excited and if I remember right, Mr. Ren was recording the entire event."

An awkward silence found it's way between the two.

"Well, Ms. Nikos. I would like to ask a favor of you."

"Of-of course. What would that be Headmaster Ozpin?"

"I need you to ensure that Mr. Arc's...involvement with the whole ordeal remains silent.

Her face was overcame with anger and disbelief. She snapped her eyes towards the him and began to argue.

"What!? I...! I..."

Ozpin rose his eyebrow once more at the young spartan while fear and regret pierced through Pyrrha's entire body once she became aware of what she did.

"I'm sorry, for my outburst headmaster Ozpins." Pyrrha solemnly apologized.

Her head hung down in shame of the fact she had just disrespected her headmaster.

"It's quite alright." Ozpin simply replied with a small smile as he continued to speak.

"I understand your desire to help your team leader in any way you can but know that something such as the current predicament right now..."

The wizard took a moment to contemplate his words and placed a hand down onto the Spartan's shoulder.

"...is very sensitive."

With a slight look of shame, Pyrrha brought her eyes back up to face the immortal wizard as he took his hand away to ask him her question.

"But why?"

The champion could not fathom why her headmaster would rob her leader his moment of glory. It was supposed to go the way she planned. She would start showing people the evidence of Jaune's strength and worthiness and then show Jaune himself so that he can finally start truly believing in himself. It was supposed to help him, to give him faith in himself so he can be strong.

Then the headmaster explained.

"Mr. Arc's Aura, Ms. Nikos."

"His Aura?" Pyrrha asked with a bit of confusion.

"Yes. I remembered that you were the one who unlocked it during Initiation. *sip*" Ozpin quickly explained with as dubious smile as he took yet another sip from his seemingly infinite cup of coffee.

"Wha-How? You..." Pyrrha recoiled in shock from what Ozpin said. He knew somehow.

"There's not much in this academy than can evade my eye, Ms. Nikos." Ozpin casually stated as a matter of fact.

Pyrrha was getting suspicious, she had never seen the headmaster smile this much. Usually he would bare a distant and almost soulless gaze into infinity and beyond, moving like a machine that had done something so many times that it had become second nature, not even needing to think to do so. Another more Cheshire like grin graced Ozpin's face. It was large and dubious, such a sight began to scare the Mistrali Champion.

"Even Mr. Arc's transcripts."

Her eyes widened as her entire body stood straight as if electrocuted while she began to slightly sweat, her partner's transcripts were indeed fake. Ozpin knew but for how long and why hasn't her partner been expelled? Her mind flew into overdrive as she constructed thousands of excuses and arguments to ensure her partner stays in beacon. She couldn't bear the thought of him being expelled.

"But that is not the topic of this conversation. Tell me, Ms. Nikos. What did it feel like? His aura." The headmaster asked her his question now.

Snapping herself back to reality, Pyrrha internally cursed. She was too busy making up excuses to keep her partner in beacon if he was indeed going to be expelled.

"What?"

"His aura, Ms. Nikos." Ozpin clarified.

He walked over to one of the marble benches placed around the circular space of the roof and sat down, presenting a hand to an available space beside him on the bench. A gesture that Pyrrha understood and accepted, sitting a few inches away from the headmaster. The sun continued to shine off of her well maintained equipment as an amber sheen illuminated from her. The warm rays peering through the impressive towering pillars that supported the stone ceiling above warmed the well cut bushes that lied at the edge of the circular stone space.

"It was... It... I don't even know hoe to describe it." She whispered.

A look of contemplation manifested from her as her back lurched forward, assuming something akin to a thinking pose. Clasping her hands together, she began to fiddle with her fingers. The headmaster smile disappeared and took a moment to carefully choose his next question carefully before the smile returned.

"He wasn't the first one whose aura you unlocked, wasn't it?" Ozpin softly asked.

From that, Pyrrha had quickly turned her head away from him. Turning her brilliant crimson hair towards the old huntsman.

"No..." Whispering her answer. Pyrrha allowed herself to calm down by taking a breath before Ozpin further spoke.

"Then tell me, at least compared to those other examples." Still, trying to get an answer from his student. The headmaster further explained, causing Pyrrha to bring her head back from being directly turned away form him to simply looking straight ahead of her. She listened, then took another breath and spoke.

"When I unlocked other people's aura's, usually because of the ceremonies in mistral I-"

"Ah, yes. The Warrior's Way. I know of it. A practice in Mistral in which a warrior of great merit is to unlock the aura of those who walk the way of the warrior. A uncommon practice of up and coming huntsmen of the kingdom. You must be quite well respected to be chosen as 'they who uplifts thee', despite being so young. *sip*"

Snapping her head back, she quickly faced Ozpin. Shock evident on her features as she silently stared on, eyes wide and mouth partially parted. The ancient wizard surprised her with his knowledge of her culture.

"I-...how?"

Ozpin looked at the spartan with sad eyes and a tired smile. His grey hair and spectacles gleamed a pure silver as the sun continued to watch over them.

"I'm a very well travelled man, Ms. Nikos"

He took paused for a bit, remembering his many experiences and lives.

"I've been on practically every corner of remnant."

Pyrrha continued to look dumbstruck towards her headmaster but came to the conclusion that he was, indeed, just a well travelled man. She calmed herself and recollected on her own experiences to help answer his question.

"Well, yes. I've unlocked the aura of over a hundred huntsmen. I've been doing it since the second half of my time in the tournaments."

This time it was Ozpin's turn to look somewhat surprised. He looked at the Mistrali champion with an ounce of sympathy in his eyes and uttered words that he did not expect say in this conversation.

"You've been doing it since you were 14..."

A dreadful silence made itself clear once again. Pyrrha brought her hand up to her arm, her eyes saddened at the correct assumption made by the headmaster.

"...Yes... I have." She stated, almost regretfully.

Seeing the mood of the conversation had taken a steep nosedive, Ozpin decided to reestablish the topic of the conversation in order to avoid veering off into more...unpleasant territory. He took a second to pause before retaining an easy and friendly smile in hopes to calm and better Pyrrha's mood.

He brought his hand to her shoulder to bring her out of her less than pleasant thoughts before taking it back to his cane as he brought his leg up to rest on the other, showing that he was completely invested in the interaction and was relaxed as to ease his student.

"Well then, Ms. Nikos. May I have a comparison to the young Arc?" Ozpin enthusiastically inquired.

That seemed to have done it. She almost immediately snapped out of her sullen mood as her back straightened, her eyes sparkled with a bit of joy and a large smile stretched across her face.

She placed her hands on her laps and looked at the headmaster for a moment before here eyes laid down on her laps just like her hands.

"When I unlocked other people's aura, there would be a 'pool' of sorts." She explained.

"It would have different qualities like depth, Width and Mass."

"Usually those with larger depth would have more flexible bodies and quicker reaction times along with a complicated semblances and incredible aura control."

Pyrrha looked up in contemplation and brought her finger to her chin. A second passed before she continued.

"Like Ren, for example."

She placed her hand away and attained a relaxed posture.

"He doesn't have much raw aura but his aura control and his semblance, the ability to mask his emotions from Grimm, are direct results of his exceptional aura depth."

Ozpin nodded to that. Ren's ability to mask his emotions to Grimm in such a way that it rendered him invisible to the beasts did indeed interested Ozpin. Such a semblance, though not directly powerful, was still incredibly useful for a huntsman to wield.

"Mr. Ren does posses a peculiar but incredibly useful semblance against the Grimm." Ozpin replied with a slight chuckle.

Pyrrha smiled towards him in response and seeing her headmaster's unusually chipper mood had made her relaxed.

"Then there's aura Width. Width would give you more raw physical strength and your semblance would be simple but incredibly powerful."

"I take it that Ms. Valkyrie is more involved with this quality?" The headmaster asked her with a slight smirk.

"Yeah...she is." Pyrrha sweat dropped, remembering the...incident where Nora had somehow dragged a garbage truck into a fight with some Grimm near a small town they were taking a trip to during the week end, then promptly proceeded to beat them to death with it while overcharged with lightning dust she found in the truck's electronics.

"Ms. Valkyrie is indeed a very strong young lady." Ozpin casually stated with grimace, knowing how the Valkyrie was responsible for 3/4ths of the property damage done to beacon since her enrollment.

"Very..." Pyrrha stated while her hands brought flat together in front of her face that showed in a way that implied mild concern.

Pyrrha brought them down but as soon as she did, the sparkle in her eyes vanished and her smile degraded into a frown.

"And finally, there's aura mass."

Ozpin saw her mood drop once more but decided not to pry and continued listening to his student.

"Aura mass almost only invests into your aura, barely actually enhancing your physical body."

"Aura mass would grant you an exceptionally durable aura field despite the raw capacity and would give you powerful and complicated semblance."

Ozpin would look perplexed towards this statement but he knew of the drawbacks of the third quality and how it may relate to the champion of mistral.

"Though Aura mass sounds more useful than the other two qualities, it's very difficult to control and can take years of dedication and effort to even use."

Her mood only got worse at that point.

"You don't have the control of Depth nor the strength of width, just raw and wild power. Power that can hurt you and those around you."

As if to further prove her point, Pyrrha activates her semblance, levitating her short sword sword from her hip and above her hand where slowly spun. Hovering above her hand her sword slowly transformed into her spear and rifle before turning back into the sword and continued to change in that order as Milo moved and changed.

"Aura mass is so difficult to properly use that most people with aura mass can't even become huntsmen because of their incapability to control their own aura and in turn, their semblance."

She paused and with a determined glare Pyrrha explained why she did not seem to enjoy talking about the third quality. Her quality...

"I started training since I was five. My parents were against it but my grandparents on the other hand..." Pyhrrha barely said in a whisper. Her head dropped down of the bench as she placed Milo back to it's pervious resting place and her arms crossed together to touch and hold each other.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Ms. Nikos." Ozpin, looked on with even sadder eyes towards her, his smile no more. Instead replaced with a remorseful frown.

"It's ok. I'm fine with it now. Besides, if they didn't train me so young then I wouldn't be here now." She stated with slight sadness but smiled nonetheless, which in turn also made the headmaster smile.

"Well, I'm glad that you've made peace with it." Headmaster Ozpin said with a slight sigh of relief.

"Now, onto the man of the hour. How does Mr. Arc compare.? Which of these qualities does he bare?"

Pyrrha stared dumbly into the distance trying to think of an answer but all it achieved was fifteen seconds of total silence.

"Ms. Nikos?" Ozpin politely asked, trying to get the girl to answer.

Pyrrha snapped out of her static state.

"You see, headmaster Ozpin. *hehe*. I don't honestly know." Pyrrha replied, nervous about telling anyone about Jaune's strange aura.

The headmaster just rose his eyebrow at this and gave a half lidded disappointed glare.

"What do you mean by that? *sip* " Ozpin said as he gently waved his coffee mug in the air to physically convey his confusion before taking another sip from the china.

"I mean, I just don't know headmaster." Frustration overcame Pyrrha as she shot up from her seat and began pacing left and right in front of him.

"I couldn't gauge which qualities he had! His aura was just...It was just..." Pyrrha came to stop at that and fell silent. Her eyes wandered onto the ground before while her mind attempted to give her at least a vague idea of how describe her partner's aura.

Ozpin looked on to the girl and noticed her eyes light up as she seemed to have found an answer to their question.

"Ms. Nikos?" He slowly breathed, attempting to gently bring her out of her thoughtful daze.

"It was massive..." Pyrrha quietly stated, eyes till planted to the ground.

"When unlock other people's, I found pools of aura within them...but with Jaune..." Taking a breath she turned her face towards Ozpin, who was listening intently to her. She eyes sharpened as her face morphed itself with serious deliberation. Her fist clenched and her back firmly angled forward.

"It wasn't a pool, headmaster. It was an entire Ocean." She stated with absolute conviction.

Ozpin's eyes stood at attention from his student's description. To know that the leader of team JNPR had an aura that exceeds the countless before him was quite...surprising, one that Ozpin smiled at. The surprises just kept coming...and they were good ones.

"I felt like I was being drowned under an Ocean of impossibly dense aura but..." Pyrrha loudly exclaimed she walk away from the seated headmaster, while she threw he arms in the air to indicate her own surprise.

She stopped just a few feet away from him before turning her head back to show her own smile.

"...it didn't feel bad." She said softly before wandering and pacing before her headmaster to explain why.

"It felt like I was being given the biggest, comfiest and warmest hug in all directions."

"*sip*"

Ozpin took a collected sip at this.

"It just felt...big and nice...and...that's it." Turned back with her hands displayed flat in front of her, towards her headmaster as her arms rested in angle to show off her resignation at attempting to describe the Arc's aura compared to the others she had unlocked.

Her face eased as the lids on her eyes fell while her brilliant green orbs looked off to the side, her mouth partially parted.

"I couldn't pinpoint any qualities because everything was just so overwhelming but in a kind of good way."

A relaxed silence placed itself between between student and teacher until the student spoke.

"It felt...divine." Pyrrha finally relaxed as her gaze wandered onto the floor again. Her shoulders slumped slightly while her breathing levelled as brilliant green contemplated.

The headmaster took the quiet moment to contemplate, himself. His own eyes shifting towards his coffee...and sipped again.

"I see. This only enforces my decision to ensure Mr. Arcs involvement must continue to stay unknown."

Pyrrha looked stricken with disappointment to his conclusion, of which Ozpin noticed and chuckled at.

"Don't worry Ms. Nikos. Your team leader will have his moment one day."

Pyrrha's eyes sparkled with hope once.

"Just not now."

And then it disappeared but her disappointment was a lot more tame then what it could have been and with reluctant nod, she agreed.

"Ok."

...

The pause between them lasted all but ten seconds.

"Headmaster Ozpin?" She asked

"Yes, Pyrrha?" He answered

"How did you know about Jaune's transcripts?" Pyrrha looked genuinely curious on how he knew. The false transcript must have been well made in order for them to allow him any where near school grounds in the first place.

For the first time she had ever known the headmaster, he stiffened with nervousness. Inches away from taking another sip from his seemingly infinite supply of caffeine comfort, Ozpin had suddenly stopped and his eyes shot open then darted towards Pyrrha. He placed his mug away while his brow furrowed and a nervous smile faceplanted onto his lips.

"Ah, that! Well...you see..." He took a moment to put it lightly eyes darting to and fro before resting at the spartan and breathed a sigh of resignation.

What Ozpin said next was the last thing Pyrrha would have ever expected to hear being uttered from his lips under the context of their conversation.

...

"I was the one that forged his transcripts."

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