Author's note: Before this begins I'm making Church a Snow Tiger just like from another story I made. To be fair, wolves are overused, and Snow Tigers are endangered.

[Somewhere in an Abandoned Warehouse]

Groups of people, faunus and humans were gathered around in a circle around two people.

One was a tanned young man wearing a grey hoodie covering his whole face except for his mouth. His face had a moustache with beard stubble coming from his chin.

While the guy on the other side had a goat tee with accenting the sides, along with black side burns with white hair going down his face. He wore a light blue thermal and had a black beanie letting his white feline ears show through his hat. His eyes were a light blue color and his head hair was a solid white but shaven and his teeth were pure white and sharp.

The challenger in the hoodie went first,

"Man, who the hell you think you are to fight me?

My beats shock you harder than a bolt of lighting.

You're the biggest problem, are you white or black?

Menagerie is where you should all go back.

I hope I didn't mean to hurt you.

After all the world did curse you.

Alright kitty, time for bed it's past your curfew.

Maybe you should have thought twice about this battle,

Because all I'm hearing is your brain just rattle.

How can you think to face me,

Cuz all I see is a slow poke next to race me.

Can't believe you are here to try to rap.

Cuz, I'm betting all I'll hear from you is bull crap."

The crowd oohed as they heard him disrespect the faunus who came here. But the rapper in the other corner didn't know who he got into a battle with.

"So that's truly all you had all thought up.

Someone call the janitor, he's gonna need to mop up.

And then call a Doc you'll need to be medicated.

You walked into this trap I elaborated.

Death and me already collaborated,

on a way to make your ass eradicated.

Now time to send you down straight to hell.

Thinking that I got no more to tell.

You should thought of something quicker

instead of sipping on that cheap liquor.

Disillusioned by your cock while mine is thicker.

So I'm going to keep going until I break my ticker.

Life is a bitch, and you sure as hell can't trick her.

But I'm the only one that gets to get to pick her.

The prophet here is a psychotic maniac.

So think twice before facing this brainiac.

Try and outsmart is a joke that's hilarious.

Because your ass was being this delirious

When you go home be sure to remember this.

Me winning was never at all this mysterious."

The so called prophet spoke, sending his enemy walking away with a crowd filled with his supporters. The prophet himself walked away as he and another guy he hung with, called Big Bubba walked off towards the alleyway.

"Man that was epic, you truly got a gift." Bubba said as he and the Prophet kept on walking.

"I know but, I'm trying to get into this school, and..." The Prophet started to go on.

"...become a huntsman, I know, I know. But at least you have a backup plan." Bubba finished his sentence and insured his friend.

"Yeah, I know, but the letter came in today." Prophet said as he pulled it out from his front pocket.

"Want me to read it?" Bubba asked.

"Yeah, I'm kind of nervous." The Prophet said.

"Dear Leonard Chu--Prophet..." Bubba corrected himself.

"Thank you."

"We regret to inform you..." Bubba slowly said as he read.

"Damn, I thought I had a chance." Prophet said.

"...That your ass is going to fight Grimm and attend Beacon Academy, you son of a bitch." Bubba said as he and continued his hype.

"You serious. You Mother Fucker, don't scare me like that you dick." Prophet said as he fist bumped with Bubba.

Suddenly a long black car drove in their direction, then came to a halt. It had on a license plate in big letters reading, "ALPHA" right in the front.

"You know that car?" Bubba asked.

"No, no, no." Prophet said as he backed up.

Then a man with a flat black beard with grey hair pulled out of the vehicle. He wore a grey suit with a black tie and black shoulder pads, and wore a pair of thick black framed glasses covering his green eyes. His hair was slick black with a resemblance that was all too familiar.

"Do you know that guy?" Bubba asked.

"No. No. No." Prophet repeated.

"Son, we need to talk." The man from the car said.

"That's your Dad?!" Bubba questioned.

"No! Alright, No! I already know what you're going to say." Prophet responded.

"I'm just recommending you rethink your decision. Because I'm worried for your future, Leonard." The man from the Car said.

"No, you just think I'll outshine your darling daughter, isn't it. Because Carolina is the star child, because she's number one and has the skills I don't have." Leonard responded to his father.

"You can still be a benefit to people as one of my technicians, operators, hell even one my young trainees. But a huntsman just going to be hard for you, kid." Leonard's Dad said.

"Well, guess what? I'm doing what Mom would have been thrilled for me to do." Leonard said as he started walking to his apartment he shared with four other roommates.

"You're going to regret this. It's only going to be tougher on you." Church's Dad shouted as his son was growing farther away.

Church put a middle finger up in the air as he continued walking away.

Forgot to mention Church's weapons are two Good Samaritans revolvers which fire heavy sniper rounds. Anyway thanks for stopping by, hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. The raps I used earlier were owned by me.