Events in this fic are either happening earlier or later by a few minutes or seconds or days or weeks. If you don't like that, then I can only say goodbye.


"I'm...concerned," Glynda remarked, her eyes carrying an intense level of focus.

The two adults were undisturbed by the sudden breath of wind of the lower temperature variety. As they both have unleashed the very energy of their soul, the discomforting climate became a thing of the past.

A strand of Glynda's hair fell on her forehead due to the gentle winds, but she didn't bother fixing it. Her eyebrows were small, shaped, and diagonal. The center part between the two eyes was wrinkled, creating faint shapes and her cheeks were slightly raised. Lips, enhanced further by a peach-colored lipstick, were firmly closed, hiding her strictly maintained pearly whites that were hugging each other a little too tightly.

Ozpin, who was satisfying his caffeine addiction, was staring ahead when he caught her words. He was pondering why she was abnormally silent as she always had something to discuss, which had its bad side at times. Now that she spoke, he noticed the unusual worry and a teensy shade of fear in her voice. Reluctantly, he had to lower the rich, bitter drink and show his regard for the woman that was his employee and comrade who will one day inherit his position.

"What's wrong?"

Glynda hesitated. "We have an applicant this year that...I can't even begin to describe."

"Try," Ozpin assured her. "With our experiences, I doubt there is something about him or her that will be extraordinary."

"He has a Semblance called Grimm Manifestation." The coffee got stuck in his throat.

Regaining his composure, he weakly replied, "What? That's not—"

"And there is no information about him at all. No residence, no schooling, no family, nothing. At least the Arc boy attempted to fill out his application, however..."

"Okay, let's keep an eye on him then. I am curious about this Semblance of his."

She turned to him with raised eyebrows and exploded, "Are you serious?! He is a threat! Grimms always are!"

"But he's not Grimm is he?"

"Sir!"

"Enough," the aged man demanded. "I'll take responsibility."

"...fine." Glynda complied.

Clicking on the accessible cameras, she searched for her target and began to watch as soon she found him. Her fingers furled on the gadget with excessive force as her heartbeat drummed faster and faster. What she witnessed summoned a bead of sweat on her forehead, but she kept herself steady on her task. Ozpin sighed seeing this though he didn't stop it. A Grimm Semblance was both fascinating and terrifying.


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'I get it. They're all Beowolves.'

Leaning back to dodge the surprise attack, he swiped in front of him with his right arm. The result was a demolished skull that transformed into smoke which was being devoured by his everything except for the clothes. Regaining his balance, he leaped to his enemies and slashed at them, effectively killing the paralyzed weaklings. Only one was left as a result and he waited for it to move. As soon as it did, he ran and shot his limb to its chest, piercing through its unprotected area like it was paper.

Shaking the blood off, he willed his Partial Transformation away and waited. Smoke from the corpses which were rapidly evaporating joined him. As soon as he was done, he closed his eyes.

'There.'

Initiating a complete transformation, a normal-sized Nevermore took his place. Soaring to the skies, he wasn't aware of the unbridled interest the Vice Headmistress and Headmaster had in him from observing his fight.


"Amazing. Exactly what would be his limits? Can he change into any other Grimm?"

"Headmaster, you can't be thinking of encouraging this, right?"

"Why not? His Semblance has high potential and not once did I spot any behavioral issues. I believe we're about to recruit a very powerful Huntsman candidate." He glanced at Glynda. "Would you prefer that he side with...her?"

She gulped and inhaled deeply. "No, no I don't. I rather the boy...practice more caution in his use of his ability."

"Agreed." Ozpin slurped his coffee, internally visualizing the surprise on Salem's face. 'Priceless.'


'Okay, that's where a lot of people gathered before leaving. Presently, there are two individuals under me, two to my left, heading in the same direction as I am, another two going in the opposite direction diagonally, and the last two have been changing their pace every twenty to thirty seconds. What the heck is the last duo doing? Also, two pairs are about to encounter two strong Grimm. Good luck future comrades.'

Catching sight of the temple, he dive-bombed towards it. At a certain distance, he caught himself and slowly flew down to the ground. Once there, he became human again and rubbed his shoulders.

"Damn. Is this what it feels like to be an avian creature? Jeez, my arms are tired and my shoulders might as well ascend to the afterlife if there was one."

Going up the steps of the temple, he recognized chess pieces that were probably the relics. Choosing one, he went to the grassy fields and laid down, inspecting the sky and all its glory. One of the requirements for passing was a partner and obviously, he was without one. Plus, everyone was paired up so that meant there weren't any more people for him.

Aside from that, he already had breakfast and he was cozy where he was. There was no reason to leave early. As for any danger...unless they were entities without Aura or non-Grimm creatures, he wasn't about to be apprehensive.

'Ah, so blue. Hah. Blue. Cause Blu is my name. Heh. I crack myself up.'

The grass was tender and chilly while the Sun was magnificent and caring. Sleep truly could not come any quicker.


"Is he...?"

"I think he is."

"...this was teen I was fearful of? He's so...normal."

"Well, don't make such early assumptions. We don't know what else he's capable of. He may seem human, but his Semblance says otherwise. After all, a Semblance does define you in some form."

Glynda swallowed the words that were about to erupt.


"Yang."

"Hm?"

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"A handsome boy with kissable lips and sexy black hair?"

"Ye—no!" She turned away, avoiding her partner's forming smirk. "Why is he sleeping here? The forest is dangerous."

"Dunno. Let's ask," she replied, dragging her unprepared victim.

Blake failed in struggling against the sheer strength of the carefree adolescent. "Wait, Yang!"


"...up." A voice called to him. "Wake up!"

He opened his eyes, slowly blinking and adjusting to the light. "I'm up, I'm up."

"You're still laying down," he heard the high-pitched voice say.

"Semantics girly or squeaky dude."

At a perfect forty-five-degree angle from where he was were two soon-to-be ladies whom he has never seen before. Their Auras were familiar and he recalled the pair that was heading in his direction not too long ago. Intriguingly, both exuded high-level guilt that has been hidden very well. Other than that, the Blonde was holding back both decreasing sadness and increasing anger. The not-so-well hidden Faunus, who was identified by her Faunus Aura, slow-moving bow, and golden eyes normally belonging to cats, was full of righteous rage, despair, and sadness. How curious.

'Visibly, not squeaky dudes...'

"I'm not a lady nor a squeaky dude, I'm Yang," she said, her smile reaching from cheek to cheek.

"Congrats, not a lady nor a squeaky dude, on being Yang." She giggled.

Yang looked at her bored partner, pointing at him. "He's funny." Facing the guy, she grinned. "You're funny. Let's be friends."

"No thanks," was the immediate answer as he wondered why his response didn't drive her away as intended.

"Come on," she drawled, "a beautiful girl is asking to be your friend. Plus, Blake is a part of the deal if you accept my friendship."

"Wha—don't involve me in this."

"So I'm friend-zoned?"

"Well" –Yang licked her lips, eyeing him up and down–"it might have extra benefits attached."

CAW!

A resounding cry tore through the sky and attracted the attention of the three teens. Blu stood up and marveled at the sheer size of the Nevermore. When he glimpsed at something on it, he honed in and saw two girls holding on to a talon each.

Blu was impressed. "Wow, those girls are awesome."

Blake agreed, "True. Yang, your sister is courageous."

"What?"

"Your sister and the Schnee are riding on the talons of the giant Nevermore."

"You're lying. Both of you!" Yang exclaimed, little bits of anxiety slipped into her words. "This is a joke."

Blu and Blake shared a look and shrugged. "Believe what you want to."

Seeing how there was no reason for either one to lie, she turned around and squinted her eyes. After a few seconds, she discerned hints of red and white on the lower parts of the approaching Nevermore. Her twisted expression displayed clear fury and a hand gripped her wrist.

"Let me go!"

"Can't," he simply responded. "You'll get yourself killed. Also, Seven, six—"

"Why are counting down?"

"Three, two, one."

SCREEE!

"That is what we have to deal with first." He let go of her and walked towards the large creature. "A Deathstalker and a huge Nevermore. Exciting, isn't it?" Blu dashed to the scorpion.

Yang was feeling defeated. "...I know I wanted to be a Huntress for the thrill and all, but to enjoy this?"

"He's perfect for you."

"Yeah right." Yang rolled her eyes. "He's...actually, I don't know anything about him to comment. He's pretty relaxed and battle-hungry. What are your thoughts, dark and gloomy?"

"He's male you. That's what I discovered so far." Blake withdrew her weapon and reloaded.

"And?"

"Well, it means either you two will cancel each other out or will work together. The former would be good for my mental health while the latter would force me to put a bullet through my head by the end of the first semester."

Yang laughed, smacking her shoulder. "Didn't know you had jokes."

The response she received from her dark, silent future bestie was a soft smile, neither confirming nor denying the words spoken.