Yes - Sorry, this was uploaded to wrong story! My bad and thank you all 20 PM's I got very quickly xD

Just a small warning here for this Thursday, even if I know this story is less read. My elderly dog is going in for an operation tomorrow and his chances aren't great. I don't want to sour the mood straight out, but there is a chance of no update to Professor Arc this Thursday. If that happens and you see nothing, please understand why. I'm obviously not going to be in any state to write it in advance tomorrow either, as I'll be taking him into the vet early and then glued to the phone all day stressing out about it.

Chapter 7

"How are you finding Beacon thus far?"

"Do you invite every student up to ask that question," Adam drawled sarcastically. "Or am I special?"

Ozpin didn't miss a beat. "The latter."

Adam snorted, leaning forward in his chair. The small action didn't go unnoticed and drew a sharp breath from Goodwitch. He let his hands be seen, smirking at the fact even that small action could elicit such a response.

"Let's skip the pleasantries and get to the point. I've not done anything worth being called up over and last I checked my teammates were still breathing, so this must be a warning. Forever Fall, I assume. The timing is too convenient for it to be anything else."

Headmaster Ozpin dropped the kindly smile he'd chosen for their early morning meeting. Goodwitch hadn't even bothered to try, stood nearby with a scowl. Both were obnoxious but Adam preferred her reaction. At least it was honest. "Very well. I shall be frank. The trip to Forever Fall will take you outside of Beacon with various teams of students. It is dangerous territory away from the safety of Vale and we would very much be averse to any accidents happening."

"I'll be sure to wear a safety helmet."

"You are the accident," Goodwitch spat.

"Glynda. I'm sure Mr Taurus knows exactly what I am talking about. There's no need to spell it out for him." The rebuke had Goodwitch looking away angrily. Trouble in paradise already. "I'm sure you can understand our concern, Adam. We even considered holding you back on a pretence and letting your team go without you."

"Why not stay with that? I've no interest in Forever Fall."

"If I had my way, we would," Glynda said.

"It's not so simple," Ozpin countered, shooting her another small look. "As Glynda well knows. If we keep you back from your team, we set a bad example, one that might be misconstrued unfavourably by the students."

"A little late for that. They already know you don't trust me." He eyed Glynda. "Or that she doesn't."

"Our concern is more that they might believe that mistrust comes from your race as opposed to the crimes you have committed. Glynda is correct not to trust you. At the same time, we don't want to send the message that Beacon is unfair toward faunus."

"Like I said, it's a little late for that."

Goodwitch's eyes hardened. "What? No one could possibly think me prejudiced!"

"If that's what you believe. Then again, those harbouring such thoughts always defend them the loudest. I can't be racist, they say. I have a faunus friend. That completely invalidates my ability to subconsciously favour humans over faunus."

"I'm favouring the innocent over the guilty!" she snapped. "You're a monster!"

"I know that." His admission stunned her, and Adam took the lead, fixing her with his good eye before she could recover. "But we're not talking about what I know, are we? We're talking about what the students might believe. What they might see and think with their limited information." He enjoyed the play of emotions over her face. "It doesn't paint the best of pictures, does it?"

The teacher spluttered furiously, fingers digging into her clipboard. "That – No. I don't accept that."

"Whether you accept it or not doesn't matter. It is what it is."

"It most certainly is not! No student could think that of me, and I won't be swayed into thinking so by someone like you!" Tossing her head, she turned away from him. "Ozpin, I believe it best I leave this matter to you. I have preparations to make for the journey. Good day." Storming away a moment later, she all but punched the elevator buttons to close the doors and take it down. They both watched and waited in silence, Adam bored and Ozpin with a heavy sigh.

"Mr Taurus, please do refrain from antagonising my deputy. Glynda is a good teacher concerned for her students' wellbeing and you are – no matter your intentions – an extremely dangerous man. While our constant attention may seem unfair to you, know it will not go away anytime soon."

"I don't care to antagonise anyone," he lied. Weiss was an exception and a guilty pleasure. "I spoke nothing but the truth."

"Glynda isn't racist. I can assure you of this."

"I never said she was. What I said was that her actions could be misconstrued as such." He met the headmaster's eyes, saying, "Have been misconstrued."

Ozpin appeared troubled, eyes widening behind his lenses. "I see. In that case, thank you for bringing this to my attention. I shall investigate it. If it is true, there's even more reason not to withhold you from Forever Fall. That said, we cannot in good faith allow you out with so many innocent children."

"With the Schnee, you mean."

"All our students are important."

"Sure. Just that some are more important than others."

"I won't argue this with you, Mr Taurus. Our terms are simple." He pushed something across the table, a wristwatch. It had a leather strap, a silver surface and no discernible latch by which it could be opened or closed. "You shall wear this on your trip and whenever you are given tasks outside the city. It will transmit your location in real time to the scrolls of every teacher in Beacon."

"How small is the bomb?"

"There is no bomb…"

"Come now, you're not even trying." Adam laid his left hand out, palm upward. Ozpin leaned over to apply it on him, touching his own scroll to the leather, which folded back to reveal a tiny catch that he unclasped. It fit snugly, not too heavy or obstructing.

"I understand you have no reason to trust us-"

Adam stood, scraping his chair back. "Save us both the wasted effort. You don't trust me – you'd be fools to. Absolute idiots. You also don't care about my so-called redemption. The reason you're doing this is on the off-chance I'll stop being a threat, and the more realistic chance you'll catch me in the act and have reason to arrest me." Ozpin didn't deny it. Good. "Let's not waste each other's time any further."

"Do you believe I'm doing that, Adam?"

"Clearly. I don't see you summoning Blake up here day after day, nor watching her every move."

"Miss Belladonna is a different case."

"How is she?" he snapped. "We're the same. Identical. The only difference is our rank, but beyond that we joined the White Fang at the same time, carried the same ideals and left it on the same day. The only difference I see is that she gets offered her chance at redemption without strings attached, while I'm watching night and day, tested to breaking."

"Are those the only differences you see, young man?" Ozpin asked indulgently. "I see one more. One that is rather important."

"And that is?"

"Miss Belladonna came here wishing to redeem herself; she came desperate to cut ties and leave the past behind. Your goals aren't to become a better person, start afresh or have a new lease on life. You only want the validation of proving her wrong about you." His eyes sparkled knowingly. Obnoxiously. "Isn't that right?"

Adam snarled and tossed the chair back, rising without a word. He stormed to the elevator, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"Have a pleasant day, Mr Taurus," Ozpin called after him. "I hear Forever Fall is lovely this time of year."

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"Why were you called up to the headmaster's office?" Ruby asked, trying her hardest not to sound too demanding or too indignant. It was hard, especially when she'd been with Adam all last night and all morning and knew for a fact he hadn't done anything to deserve being told off. The only moment he'd been out her sight was in his morning spars, and Weiss was with him then. She knew because the normally snappy girl had come back looking like death warmed over.

Adam didn't respond to her query. It didn't bother her like it probably should have since he almost always ignored whenever Yang or Weiss asked him something.

"You didn't get in trouble, did you? You did nothing wrong!"

"I didn't get in trouble…"

Progress! Words! Ruby smiled, both for what she'd dragged out of him and the news. "Good. What was it, then?"

"I lost something in the Emerald Forest." He flashed his arm and a small wristwatch on it.

"Oh! And they wanted to give it back? That was nice of them."

He flashed her a rare smile. "Did you think it something more?"

"No," she said, knowing he'd caught her lie from how he scoffed. It was part scoff, part laugh, and it felt more like he was amused than mocking her. That was Adam in a nutshell. Either in a terrible mood or laughing at the world in general. "Okay, maybe. You have to admit Miss Goodwitch doesn't like you very much."

"I don't like her either, so it doesn't bother me."

It bothers me. He was her partner, her teammates, and her friend. There'd been bullies in Signal but never among the teachers, but then she'd never had a faunus as a friend either. There were a few in Signal but they'd always stuck together and well, it wasn't like she'd been a social butterfly either.

Ruby followed her partner to the lockers. She already had Crescent Rose and her kit ready, but he'd been called up from breakfast and missed out on the mad rush. Adam stepped up to his and touched his fingers to the keypad, frowned and drew them away. He inspected his digit.

"What's wrong?"

"The number pad is sticky." He slapped her hand away when she instantly reached to test. "Are you a dog that has to touch things with your nose to know if it's real?"

Ruby grinned. "Woof!"

Shaking his head, Adam dialled in his password in front of her, either trusting her not to misuse it or not caring at all. Even if it was almost certainly the latter, Ruby clung to the former, rocking on her heels with a smile. He wrenched the locker door open but was forced back as a deluge of liquid splashed out onto the floor and his boots.

"Ah!" she squeaked, hopping back. Liquid pooled on the floor and spread out, bubbly and purple. His locker reeked of… fruit. "Is that fruit juice!?"

"Soda," he replied, reaching in and taking Wilt off a hook in the back. He grimaced and took out a cleaning kit as well, ignoring the sticky mess on the lower shelf. He handed the kit to her, which she held for him as he opened it and took out a rag, giving Blush a rubdown of her sheathe, removing some sticky trails of glinting fizzy drink.

"Did you keep some drink in your locker? Why did it explode?"

"I didn't." Adam finished the cleaning, placed the cleaning kit back inside – this time on an upper shelf – and kicked the door shut. "Shall we go?" he asked, securing Wilt and Blush on his left hip.

Ruby looked back to the locker and then him. "A-Aren't we going to talk about that?"

The single raised eyebrow he gave her suggested they weren't. "We'll be late for the excursion if we delay further. I'm not sure I want to give Goodwitch any more reason than she already has to throw me in detention."

"Ah! R-Right. Let's go!"

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Their job was to collect sap.

They – huntsmen and huntresses in training; the defenders of the next generation – were to fill a single jar each with sap tapped from a tree.

What was wrong with this school?

This is why I hate the Kingdoms, he thought, stabbing his tap into the bark and hammering it home with Blush. It cut through the flesh and caused a thick river of pinkish ichor too ooze out into the bottle he held under. The Grimm roam all over Remnant, the faunus suffer and villages are destroyed, and meanwhile we're out here collecting sap.

"What a waste of time…"

"You say something, broody pants?" Yang quipped.

"I said this is a waste of our time." He punched the tree when it refused to give up any more sap, wrenching the tap free and trudging over to another. "We're not improving, and this skillset isn't remotely applicable to our lives as huntsmen. Why are we here?"

"There's Grimm out here."

"As there are in the Emerald Forest."

"True." Yang held up her jar, grimacing at the fact it was still two thirds empty. "If they wanted us to fight Grimm, they could just have initiation again. Make it a training exercise." Sighing, she added, "It'd be more interesting than this."

"Why does it bother you so much?" Weiss asked. "You've already trained this morning. Any more and you'll pull a muscle."

"It bothers me, Schnee, because I despise those who sit back and do nothing."

"Eh!? How is that my fault?"

"It's not." For once. "It's Beacon's."

"What do you mean?" Ruby asked. "We're learning to be huntresses."

"For what purpose?"

"To save lives, obviously."

"Yes." He stabbed another tree, driving the tap home with all his rage. "We're meant to be the next defenders of Remnant against the Grimm. Every day villages are destroyed, families are torn apart and people suffer." The faunus suffered. "Every second is precious and we're meant to be the ones who defend that. And what are we doing?"

"Nothing." Ruby lowered her jar guiltily. "We're doing nothing."

"Exactly. It's not our fault – not yours or anyone's here – but it annoys me that our time is being wasted on something like this. And out there somewhere, someone is in danger hoping for a huntsman to save them and we could be doing that."

"Instead, we're tapping trees," Yang said, now as frustrated as he. "Fuck's sake."

"Way to kill the mood," Weiss whispered.

"I don't see anything wrong with thinking that way." Ruby defended him. "Adam just has a strong sense of right and wrong."

Some would have said too strong, especially of what his sense of justice propelled him to. That had always been an issue of his, that he couldn't sit back and do nothing – and that he hated those who did. What was the point of having wealth, strength or power if you weren't going to use it to change the world? Ghira and Kali had influence, but they wasted it on protests that had proven time and time again to be fruitless. And after that failed, what did they do? Retreat to Menagerie and give up!

They'd tried the peaceful approach.

Atlas responded with violence.

"I don't like my time being wasted," he admitted. "I'm not here to master my skills working in an orchard. None of us are."

"There has to be some relaxation," Weiss argued. "We can't train all day every day..." Before he could respond, she was already sighing. "But that comes after class, doesn't it? We could be doing combat class now and getting better as a team. You're right. We could – should – be doing more with our time."

But they couldn't.

Beacon dictated what they were to do, and if Beacon thought this was important then flawed or not, they'd be doing it. Team RYST worked in silence after, the boisterous chatter of the last half hour replaced with the thunk of taps being driven into wood and the glug-glug of the jars being filled.

It hit Ruby the hardest. Crouching by a new tree, she watched the sap seep out like blood and couldn't help but think someone out there might be bleeding out as well. Maybe that wasn't her responsibility to fix just yet, but mom and dad always told her huntsmen were heroes. When she became a huntress, she'd make sure no more families ended up like hers.

That'd be possible in four years, but what if it could be done in three If not for the little things that wasted time? Port's lessons for one. They were handy for catching your sleep, but that time could have been spent getting better. Beacon was supposed to be the best huntsman academy on Remnant. Why was their time being wasted like this?

If the teachers wanted them to do chores, they could at least be helping in hospitals or delivering food to refugees streaming in from destroyed villages. Heck, they could be shipped out to help rebuild homes damaged by Grimm. That way they could both help and get a heavy workout with all the lifting.

"Heavy words, huh?" Yang slid in to take the tree next to hers, driving the tap home. "I'd call him a buzzkill, but I'd feel like a cow for saying that now. Guessing you're the same."

Ruby smiled weakly. "Yeah. Do you think he's right?"

"Not much of a question is it? Course he's right. Sure, it's Grimm territory, but we're not actively hunting them. We're just out here tending the trees." Yang glowered down at her sap. "Maybe this'll go to medicine or something."

"You think?"

"Dunno. I feel like Miss Goodwitch would have told us that if it were true, though. I saw someone drinking it earlier." Yang's face fell, eyes closing. "I had a drink as well. It tasted good. Now, it's weighing in my stomach like a lead weight."

Ruby let the rebuke fall from her lips. Yang had obviously felt it bad enough. "I won't tell Adam," she promised, earning a grateful smile. "And you didn't know. Plus, we're stuck here anyway until Miss Goodwitch calls it over. We should train tonight."

"Hm?"

"All of us," she said, raising her voice so Weiss and Adam could hear. "I'm calling team training tonight! Full team manoeuvres and stuff." The `and stuff` had Adam and Weiss raising eyebrows her way but she pushed through it with a blush. "If we're going to lose hours training because of this, we're going to make it up in our free time. That's an order from your team leader!"

"F-Fine!" Weiss said. "I have no issue with that."

Adam held Ruby's gaze for three long seconds and nodded once. That was all she got, but it was all she needed, letting her regain some of her earlier cheer. They could treat this like time to relax if they earned back the time later. This way, it wouldn't feel like they were doing nothing while people were out there counting on them to train as hard as they could.

"And maybe we should join Adam in the mornings…"

"Ruby, no!" Yang cried. "He gets up at five! I'll die!"

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A couple of Grimm appeared to harass teams but there hadn't been any injuries or a call for the retreat. Team RYST didn't get to see any action at all and returned to the Bullheads when their scroll alarms went off. The aircraft were parked in a clearing with Miss Goodwitch before them, a large set of wooden crates open before her with padded sections. They'd taken the empty jars from them and would be putting the full ones back in.

"Form an orderly queue. Your name will be taken as you hand it in. Do not leave without writing your name down. Every student must be accounted for before we leave, and I'll personally have anyone responsible for causing a panic put in detention for the rest of the week."

That wasn't a threat made likely, even a single missing person enough to spark a manhunt. Naturally, his team surged forward to push into the queue while he hung back, content to be patient if it meant not having to deal with the mass of sweaty bodies. He'd always hated crowds, unable to trust them after the protests. Too many cases of being knocked down, trampled or squashed by the press of bodies.

He wasn't the only one to feel that way. A couple of other more patient students hung back, among them a familiar face set in shock, yellow eyes widely meeting his own.

It was so sudden he didn't know what to say. All the times he'd tried to corner and catch her alone, and now suddenly they were face to face, each hanging back as their teams rushed forward with no regard for personal space. She'd always been like him that way, always a much more private individual. He wanted to shout at her, accuse her, but more than anything he wanted to stride forward and pull her against him, press his face into her soft hair. The weakness clogged his throat and had his words come out choked.

"Blake…"

A hand slipped under his elbow from the left and touched the top of his sealed jar, slapping it down and out his weakened grip. Adam heard a mocking "whoops" from over his shoulder a second before glass shattered and sap splashed out over his shoes. The sound startled everyone, turning every set of eyes in Forever Fall their way. Blake flinched back.

"What was that!?" Goodwitch demanded. She pushed through the crowd toward them, expecting chaos and jumping into the fray before it could escalate. On seeing him, her eyes narrowed. "Taurus. What's the meaning of this?"

"I saw him drop his jar, miss," a boy said. It wasn't Cardin or anyone from his team, but the mocking smile was all the same.

"Mr Taurus. Is this true?"

Too shaken from being before Blake, he answered without thinking. "Someone knocked it out my hands."

"Did they?" Her eyes roamed over the nearby students, most of whom backed away. They'd have had their eyes to the front of the queue and not back to them. Only one person could be confirmed as watching. "Miss Belladonna, did you see anyone knock the jar from Mr Taurus' hands?"

"I… I…" Just as shaken as he, Blake tore her eyes away. "I didn't see anything."

Adam's eyes closed angrily.

"Mr Taurus, I'll thank you to own up to your mistakes in future. I shall let this go without a detention, but you shall make up for the sap you lost by helping Professor Peach with the crates when we return. Am I understood?"

His eyes remained on Blake, watching her merge into the crowd, into the humans – some of whom even went so far as to pat her back for her seeming playing along with their prank. He didn't feel angry; he didn't feel surprised; he didn't feel betrayed. He didn't know what to feel. "Yes," he muttered.

"Yes, what, Mr Taurus?"

"Yes Miss Goodwitch. I understand."

As the teacher turned back and the crowd did the same, Ruby ran over. "Adam. What happened!?"

"I dropped it. I was clumsy."

"Bull and shit." Yang poked his chest.

"I have to agree," Weiss said. "There are many unflattering words I'd use to describe you, but clumsy isn't on the list."

Adam sighed. "Don't you think it's a little gauche to accuse a bull faunus of bullshit?"

"Why would-?" Yang's eyes bulged. "Oh crap, I didn't mean-"

"It was a joke." He had to stop her before she took it seriously. Those ones always fell flat, but then no one had ever accused him of having a good sense of humour. "I know what you meant. As for this," he eyes the remains of three hours' wasted time splattered across the grass. "Ignore it. It's all of it worthless in the long run. Better spilt sap than blood."

"But you'll not be there for team training," Ruby whined.

"I train in the mornings." It failed to change how upset she looked. "And I can make it up tomorrow?"

"Yep! We'll do more team training tomorrow as well."

How demanding of her. Adam nodded anyway. Training was always valuable, and she was doing the right thing as team leader in mandating it. They needed it more than him, but the point of team training was to test cohesion, not individual ability. That dictated his participation, and he supposed he did owe them it. If nothing else, it would be a chance to burn out some frustration in a productive manner. Ruby looked too fragile to take a good hit, but Yang was hardy. He might even get a good fight out of it.

"Is this happening because you're a faunus?" Weiss asked quietly.

In comparison, he didn't bother to whisper. "Probably. Why so surprised? First time you've seen it?"

"Yes!"

It was his turn to call the bullshit but he didn't. Weiss would only defend her argument and maintain she'd never witnessed discrimination before, which was about as ironic as you could get given her name. Even if she hadn't seen the mines, she had to have witnessed the protests, the way Atlas dispersed them, the labour laws her father pushed and the constant wave of faunus forced out of the Kingdom, either leaving as things got worse or forced out of house and home. It wasn't worth the argument, though. Or rather, he wasn't in the mood. Not after Blake.

"Hmm. It happens. This is fairly tame compared to most of the time."

"And that doesn't bother you!?"

"Of course it does. If it didn't, I wouldn't have-" His teeth clicked together. Idiot! He'd been close to just blurting out how he joined the White Fang. Adam centred himself, closing his eyes. Meeting Blake had affected him worse than he thought!

"Wouldn't have what?"

"I wouldn't have tried to defend myself. In the end, it was my word against theirs and I didn't see who did it. That's why I'm saying to leave it. I'm all for taking action against those that wrong me, but I don't know who that was."

"It wasn't Cardin and his lot," Yang said. "I saw them at the front."

He felt like saying Cardin wasn't even the outlier among the students but decided against it. That would only upset his team further, and while he enjoyed baiting the Schnee, that was more satisfying when it was at her expense, not his. "There you have it. I can't lash out at just anyone."

"That's a mature attitude to take," Weiss said, sending him a surprised but also respectful smile. "If more faunus acted as you do, those cretins in the White Fang wouldn't exist."

Weiss' head snapped to the side, neck twisted and broken, eyes wide and mouth open as she slumped to the floor.

"Hmm." Adam banished the sudden image and the burning temptation that had his hands itching to settle on her neck with a soft and agreeing him. Just a little twist; that was all it'd take. And yet to do so would prevent him confronting Blake. He nodded instead, turning away so she couldn't see his eye burning. "The world might be better if more faunus were like me. If nothing else, there'd be little conflict left."

His team groaned. "You have such an ego!" Yang laughed. "If every faunus was like you, the world would be out of hair gel and black overcoats. I think the world would crumble to dust under the force of your collective brooding. Even the Grimm would avoid you."

"This is what I get for feeding your big head, isn't it?" Weiss sighed. "You say one nice thing…"

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Professor Peach was a wiry woman with blonde hair and no time for him, only instructing he stack the crates out the Bullhead into a larger one waiting nearby, which she would take away on an industrial trolley. She didn't care for the reasons why he'd been assigned the task, nor did she care to explain the sap they'd spent a day collecting would be for. Adam didn't ask, certain the answer would only annoy him further.

Why, Blake? Why didn't you say something?

The more he thought about it the more he was sure she'd seen something. Maybe not the one responsible, but the act itself. It wouldn't have cost her ten words to say so, if not for the sake of what they once had then at least for the truth.

Was she that afraid of being discovered? Aid the faunus and you became a sympathiser; he'd seen that happen enough times when he was young. Schools were worse because of cliques and bullies and friendship groups, but adult life could be the same with promotions passed up, business deals falling through and the ever-present observation of nosey neighbours. If she'd supported him, she might have opened herself up to mockery in turn, which might have drawn attention to her bow and behind it her ears. From a purely selfish perspective, she made the right choice.

That was the problem. Since when had Blake been that kind of person? The Blake he knew was passionate, driven and always wanted to do the right thing. Be that saving the faunus or even limiting casualties when she was in the White Fang. Where everyone else wanted vengeance, she'd been a constant voice that revenge wasn't the answer. Justice was.

"So much for justice now," he whispered, stooping to lift another crate. They weren't heavy but there were a lot of them, and the contents were too fragile not to take his time with. It wasn't the worst of tasks he'd ever done, especially not in the White Fang. It was just like carrying stolen dust, really. That came in jars too and you got a lot more than detention if you dropped one and set off a chemical reaction.

He set the crate down and slid it along the one above, securing it in place before turning back to the open hatch on the Bullhead where, to his surprise, another person had their hands in the hold. They huffed and pulled out a crate, back bending as they hefted it up and brought it over, struggling far more than they really should have for how heavy it was. The wood clacked down, and the boy puffed, grinning as he pushed it along to align next to Adam's.

"What are you doing?"

The boy smiled. "Helping."

"No one asked you to."

"I know. I thought I'd lend a hand anyway." Adam frowned. The boy was familiar, but only in the sense that he'd seen him in class somewhere. An under-achiever for sure, that much was obvious from how tired he was lifting a single crate. "I'm Jaune by the way," he said. "Nice to meet you."

"I didn't ask your name."

"Oh." The smile faltered. "Sorry…" The silence dragged on until he couldn't help but sigh.

"Adam." He ignored how the boy's face lit up, grunting and turning back to the Bullhead. "I won't stop you if you want to help. Come. There's more to be done." They trudged back together, Peach raising an eyebrow but not protesting the additional helper. Working in silence, they moved crate by crate, slowly whittling down the Bullhead's hold until Adam carried the last one over and placed it down.

The work was done in half the time.

Good guy Jaune to the rescue. I wanted to introduce the idea that Cardin isn't just the token racist of Beacon with this chapter. He's too easy a scapegoat for literally everything bad you need to happen, and I'm guilty of using him as that as well. Thing is, if it's always Cardin being the shitter then it's easy to say that it's not a problem in the school at all; it's just Cardin. I want to avoid that.

Also, you know, Ozpin is absolutely on the money. As much as I've intentionally written this to highlight the unfairness levelled at Adam, it is all completely justified. The big difference between Adam and Blake isn't in action, but in intent.

Next Chapter: 2nd June

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