A/N: Been battered and bruised by a bad case of bronchitis, anyways, I don't any of Toaru or RWBY but hey, we could all dream right? Thanks to furaiz for his beta-ing skills.

And to answer a couple of questions;

Itsuki Minami1: 1. Well, it was stated that they are a faction of White Fang, so technically not all of White Fang is part of a 'religion'. 2. Magic exists in the canon but it is very rare, that's all I can tell you. 3. IT will have a role, but when and where is something only I know. 4. While there are organisations and factions as such, there technically isn't any 'side'. I want to make this clear, this is set in RWBY-verse, not Toaru. 5. Maybe, maybe not.

Sagnik Deb: Technically he has a power boost in the form of actual formal training compared to Touma's canon counterpart. Not necessarily in raw power, though.

Anyways, that's it, enjoy the chapter!


"Ugh! What's inside these crates?"

Touma didn't answer Jaune as the two persisted against the abominations in their hands. All the while, the dread in physical form had convinced the two that assisting a certain caffeine-fueled, green-haired professor with his errands was an unforgettably brutal experience. The two reached their destination and resisted the urge to dump them on the floor, but they did give into their needs to escape from the room.

"Okay… remind me next time… to never help Oobleck again!" Jaune's face then scrunched up as he felt the depths of his body jerk uncontrollably, "Oh… I… I think it got into my mouth!"

Touma patted Jaune's back, as his nose wrinkled in annoyance. His breathing steadied and if he had to be honest, it wasn't the most unpleasant experience he had ever had, he found himself nodding at the blonde boy's declaration anyway. Whatever Oobleck had in those crates was something neither of them wanted to know.

Touma shuddered, as he felt as if he was enveloped in some sort of warm, viscous goo. "Yep… I'm definitely burning my clothes tonight."

"That's… That's… a good id- URBF!" Touma backpedalled as he saw the floor quickly painted with chunks of orange and brown, quickly expanding underneath Jaune.

Jaune fell back as he rubbed his mouth with his sleeve. His stomach gurgled but the civil war inside his body had just calmed down.

"Peyewww! What do we have here?" an obnoxious voice called out followed by a round of raucous guffaws.

Heavy footfalls filled the hall and Touma's eyes narrowed at the source, it had barely been two weeks and he never thought he would find someone he disliked more than Cardin Winchester.

"Looks like little Jauney-boy took a dumpster dive today, boys!" Within a split second, Touma dashed to Jaune, who found himself covered in his own fluids as he rubbed his backside in pain. Cardin lowered his leg as he and his team guffawed at the scene.

"What was that for?" Touma had to stop himself from lunging at the larger boy. However, he felt his jaw and hands tighten as he rose to the offenders' level.

Cardin's face mirrored Touma's in an instant as he began to tower over him. The halls slowly began their descent into silence, the atmosphere appearing to chill instead.

"I was just showing Jauney-boy, that if he was going to smell the part, then he might as well look the part." Cardin's voice no longer held that mocking nature and towered even higher over Touma within a few seconds.

"That doesn't give you any right to do that to him," Touma replied as his eyes matched Cardin's.

"Oh?" Snickers filled the air around the two, punctuated by a groan and squelching noises. Cardin's face inched closer as he sneered, "Watch what you say, you Faunus apologist."

Touma felt his hand shook, he had hoped that Cardin and his team's jabs at Jaune and other people were just a show of competitiveness, after all, they were all training to be huntsmen. However, the malice from team CDRL proved it otherwise and Touma's head shook slowly. If Cardin was going to treat his friend and other people like this, then he would make it clear that it won't happen anymore.

"Cardin, back off, now," Touma ordered as he felt his feet shift into a stance almost subconsciously thanks to Goodwitch's gruelling supplementary lessons.

"Why should I listen to you? Jauney-boy is weak, the Faunus are animals, so… They need to be shown where they belong," Cardin replied with narrowed eyes and the rest of CDRL had ceased their snickers as their eyes were all glued to Touma with a glow of hostility behind it.

"They are not animals, they are-"

"You're right!" Cardin's interruption had Touma almost balk in shock, "They are lower than animals, they are ferals! Willing to tear apart anything because... 'that's the right way'," Cardin's lips then twisted into a smirk, a glint in his eyes had Touma's head screaming to prepare himself, "So, I gotta put them in their place and you protecting those parasites? You have no idea what those freaks are, don't you?"

Touma inhaled, his face twitched once and his nails dug deeper into his palms. He never saw such malice, let alone from someone becoming a huntsman, he didn't know the reason why Cardin seemed to display such open hostility, but no matter what it was, Touma wasn't going to stand for it. When he helped out the rabbit Faunus, she was grateful and even Blake thanked him on her behalf.

Cardin's smirk took a one-eighty as he sniffed, "Gah! You smell way worse! C'mon boys, let's get out of here."

The rest of team CDRL looked at him confused, but they followed Cardin's lead. The halls were completely vacated, except for Jaune's groans.

Touma's eyes remained on their retreating backs, his breathing evened out as he felt his mind clear a little from that encounter. He turned to Jaune and said, "Okay, let's get you cleaned up."

Jaune's only answer was a weak groan as he felt his arm being dragged over Touma's shoulders. Fortunately for both of them, every person they came across seemed to be repelled by a seemingly invisible barrier around the two as they trudged through towards Jaune's dorm room.

"Okay… we're here… Jaune?" Touma attempted to adjust his posture, but his blonde companion nodded weakly and with a quick beep, he sluggishly disappeared behind the door.

Touma quickly returned to his room, intent on expunging his source of the putrid smell, to which, he spent almost an hour in the showers, scrubbing at his skin until it almost went red. He had at first decided to check up on Jaune via scroll, but there was no response. Touma sighed and decided he might as well tackle his essay for Grimm Studies at the library.

As Touma headed to the library, his eyes caught Weiss, Blake and Pyrrha, the former whispering quite animatedly while the other two were far less talkative. Pyrrha perked up and waved at him to join them.

"Hey, guys," Touma mumbled as he slumped onto the seat next to Pyrrha with a sigh.

"Hi Touma, how… are you okay?" Pyrrha asked as she leaned closer, brow furrowed. Weiss and Blake looked up from their respective work, and they too mirrored Pyrrha's expression.

"... I'm fine." Touma replied with a forced chuckle, however, the three girls didn't appear to share that sentiment.

"Right, people who say they are fine, actually being fine," Weiss replied with a roll of her eyes, "Out with it, what's bothering you?"

Scribbles and the sound of paper filled the air as Touma could only sigh and muttered, "Jaune and I ran into Cardin, Jaune got pushed into his own vomit."

The other girls' faces darkened at the name, though Touma had to admit that Pyrrha's face looked so terrifying that he almost thought about praying for Cardin.

"I just can't believe people here would do that, aren't we supposed to be huntsmen?" Touma asked as his fists tightened.

No one answered him, but he could see that all three of the girls' face no longer held that darkness. Weiss shook her head slowly while Pyrrha's bowed over as she tightened her lips and Blake closed her book as her golden eyes remained on Touma, but he could see her face seemed more shadowed than ever.

"Huntsmen, aren't exactly virtuous, at least in Mistral." Pyrrha whispered, "There have been many cases where huntsmen have conducted unethical operations or even used it as a status symbol for their own benefit."

"Unethical?" Touma asked with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Yeah, there was one case involving Cardin's uncle, Burgun Winchester," Blake affirmed with steel in her voice, she glanced down as she continued, "He's been known to play loose with how he completes his missions, especially if it involved Faunus. That one case had four Faunus casualties just because they were in the vicinity and it was an 'accident'."

"Many huntsmen do abuse their privileges and there are many huntsmen that took the job because of family." Weiss said evenly as she maintained her eye contact with Touma, "There aren't many checks and balances to hold huntsmen accountable for their actions, except in Atlas."

Touma bowed his own head down, as he felt the very image of being a huntsman shatter before him. He wasn't blind to the fact that the huntsmen had a lot of flaws and some can get lead astray, but the fact that some intentionally do what they do with no impunity made him shake his head.

"I've read many reports about huntsmen picking up particular jobs from the Mistral or Vale underground as well and even exclusively doing those types of jobs," Weiss continued as she closed her eyes. "Almost all the kingdoms turn a blind eye on what they do because there isn't really many that can take on a group of huntsmen by themselves."

Touma eventually muted out the other three as they continued to discuss the topic, the only thing filling his mind was the realisation that huntsmen weren't necessarily individuals for the people. What the girls implied was that there were quite a few huntsmen that took advantage of the system, especially people like Cardin who would use it for their own benefit or motive. After all, today's incident and the one involved with the rabbit Faunus had his mind wonder about Blake's insistence on keeping her status a secret. As thoughts raced through his head, he felt a gentle clasp on his shoulder and he looked up to see Pyrrha's green eyes peering into his.

"Touma?"

"Do you always zone out or something?" Weiss asked with a tilt of her head.

Touma laughed sheepishly at her accusation, but it fell as he replied, "No… I was just thinking what I'm going to do, and I've decided that I'll change all this somehow."

Weiss's eyes narrowed, "Change? You need to be more specific than that."

Touma's eyes turned to Blake momentarily, before it landed to Weiss, "I'm going to do what I have to do, I… don't know how to say it really. I mean, I'm not smart or anything like that," Touma said as he looked at his hands and they balled into a fist, "I will show everyone that huntsmen aren't glorified mercenaries, but people who have pledged to help people. I wanted to join Beacon for this reason, to be a huntsman that helps everyone."

"That's a good goal, I first joined a combat school to be someone anyone can rely on," Pyrrha said with a small smile. Blake simply nodded in agreement but said nothing.

Weiss's ponytail flailed around as she folded her arms and then glanced at Touma, "I'm not saying that's a bad goal, but it's unrealistic. Every kingdom has a different policy in regards to how a huntsman operates in their region. What you are proposing requires a completely different approach. Say you do manage to reach a reputation where people follow you or you somehow change it, it won't affect other regions necessarily. Even in Mistral, they have Kaori Kanzaki known as the Sword Paragon, yet Mistral still has the reputation of having the most cutthroat and savage huntsmen in the whole of Remnant." Weiss explained with a frown. The other three remained silent after her speech. The girls had a solid understanding of the basic political stances of each region when it came to huntsmen.

Weiss's words stung Touma, but he shook it off as he couldn't let it get to him. He dreamed of being able to help people, sure he hadn't trained a lot compared to everyone else at Beacon, but people decided to invest in him. His eyes met Weiss's. "That doesn't mean I can't try. Even if it's just a little, if I can somehow change the way some huntsmen abuse their powers, then I'll do it."

He pressed his hands on the desk and slowly rose up as the three girls were enraptured by the strength in his voice, "I will do what is right, if it's only Vale, then so be it. Maybe the other kingdoms will follow it. If it's not all of Vale, maybe at Beacon. The point is, I have to start somewhere, and Beacon is where I will start!"

The three of them just stared at him in silence, though Weiss's face was flushed with her eyes wide. Blake smirked as she said. "That's admirable… I joined Beacon to help… certain people, so I'm happy to help you."

"I agree, I'm sure my team share the same sentiment," Pyrrha joined in with a wide grin.

Weiss glanced at Blake and Pyrrha with a frozen expression before she threw her hands up in the air and turned her attention once more at Touma, "Well… I'm glad that it isn't some baseless goal you've thought up, but there are still things missing. Also, next time, keep your voice down!" she hissed.

Suddenly there were snickers that filled the room and Touma felt his cheeks heat up as he slowly looked around. His stomach sank further as he saw students around the library attempting to hide their chuckles or just outright laughing at him. The strength in his legs left him as he felt his head slam onto his books. "...Such misfortune…"


Ruby's mouth stretched wide open as fatigue started to settle in again, it was the sixth time this week she had taken on the drones in the training facilities and she was steadily climbing the difficulty levels as well, if this keeps up, she'd be just as awesome as Uncle Qrow when he graduated. All that was left for her to do was to grab a plate of cookies from the cafeteria for a little energy boost and go for another round, however, as she wandered through the campus, she found her eyelids to be increasingly heavy and began feeling a little light-headed too.

She had no idea how long she walked around until someone roughly shook her with a shout, "Ruby!"

"Huh!? What!?" Ruby was shaken out of her stupor as her body went into overdrive at the sudden intrusion on her journey to the slumberland and came face to face with Yang who exhaled in relief, and slapped her back causing her to squeak in surprise, now she was definitely awake.

"Geeze Rubes, I've called you for at least five times and you didn't hear me!" Yang admonished placing her hands on her hips as her lilac eyes scanned Ruby up and down, "Have you been in the training rooms again?"

"Yeah, but it was a short session... " Ruby mumbled in reply as she rubbed herself on the back, but her mouth and arms betrayed her as her muscles screamed to be stretched. When she composed herself, she looked at Yang's face and then muttered sheepishly, "A very intense short session…"

The moment Ruby affirmed what Yang said, the older sister sighed in disbelief as her blonde locks waved around her, "Okay, that's it. Follow me."

Ruby gulped as she trotted after her sister around the campus, unwilling to dare to disobey Yang's order. It wasn't like she always followed what Yang said, but when Yang used that serious tone, it often meant that her older sister had something in mind that Ruby would rather not confront. After a couple of minutes of searching room to room, Yang found an empty classroom and pointed for Ruby to get in. The leader of RWBY carefully entered, her body turned slightly away from her older sister and quickly made her way to the windows. Yang closed the door and turned to Ruby, who felt her hands feel a little clammy from the way her older sister looked at her. She glanced at the window once before curbing that insistence in her heart as she knew it would only be worse if she tried to escape.

"Ruby…" Yang's voice wasn't steely or aggressive, yet Ruby gulped as she felt like her stature shrank underneath her sister. The gentle lilac eyes had the very same edge that her dad had when he got upset with her.

"Y-yes?" Ruby squeaked as she carefully kept her eyes on the approaching Yang, she was about to take a step back yet she felt like her feet were glued to the floor.

"Ruby, I want you to know, that you are doing a great job being a team leader," Yang stated with a gentle smile, but Ruby only felt the corners of her mouth stretched upwards as if it was the only action she could take. "But, this was the fifth time I've seen you going to the training room this week-"

Ruby mumbled unintelligibly as she suddenly found her shoes very interesting or rather, anything but Yang very interesting.

"Sorry?" Yang asked.

"Sixth… it was my... sixth time this week," Ruby repeated quietly as she pulled her hood over her head.

"Sixth… Really? It's not even Friday! Ruby...don't you think that's a little... excessive?" Yang asked, despite her incredulity, she puffed her chest in pride at her sister's enthusiasm.

"Well… I just… want to get better and I got-"

Yang gently grabbed Ruby's hand with both of hers, successfully getting her little sister to look up in surprise, "I get that you want to be like Uncle Qrow and all as soon as possible, but you need to take a break every once in a while! All you've been doing recently is going to the training room, maintaining your weapon or trying to get Weiss to go with you to the Forest."

"I do take breaks!" Ruby replied indignantly as she fruitlessly squirmed against Yang's grip, "I hang out with you guys, Touma and JNPR… and stuff."

"Yeah, but you don't do anything for yourself, you always cater for them," Yang pointed out, "Why don't you pick up a hobby or... join a club?"

Ruby felt her brow furrow and her running thoughts ceased at Yang's question, "But I have you guys, don't I?"

Yang's blond locks shook around her as she released her sister and then she focused her lilac eyes against Ruby's silver, "No, I meant that you should take a break on your own terms. You don't have to wait for me or the rest of the team."

Yang knew that despite Ruby's overt affection for the huntsmen profession, she was also very earnest about becoming one. Her little sister had spent a lot of time training and improving herself to almost obsessive levels, even attempting to reverse engineer Qrow's weapon at one point before deciding to go with her beloved Crescent Rose.

"But… I'm the team leader, shouldn't I be working harder and organising stuff?" Ruby argued as she stepped towards Yang, her hand placed over her chest as if to embolden herself.

Yang's lips twitched upwards and resisted her urge to pounce on her little sister, after all, Ruby took her relatively new responsibilities as the leader of RWBY very seriously and seemed to still go at it strong, despite the occasional jabs from Weiss. However, Yang forced herself to sharpen her look, "Ruby… I'm serious. I'm proud that you are taking this seriously and you're doing a great job! You even got Weiss to melt a bit, but if you don't leave time for yourself, then something bad might happen and I won't always be around to make sure you're okay."

"But I-" Yang silenced her sister with a soft squeeze on Ruby's shoulder as her face softened.

"Ruby, you are my leader and you are right that those things fall under your responsibilities. But if you rush yourself into things, you will hurt yourself, or someone you care about," Yang said as she leaned back on a desk, "...When I tried to… rush to my goals, to find what I want, I did something that I couldn't forgive myself for," Yang's gaze broke from Ruby to the floor, her lips curved upwards yet it didn't feel like a real one.

Ruby blinked, she never seen Yang like this before and found herself leaning towards her sister, her hands moved towards her chest, for some reason she felt like she could understand what Yang was saying, but at the same time, she couldn't. She had no idea what Yang really wanted except for her loud declarations of riding across the continent on her trusty motorbike and knocking some Grimm around.

"I know that what I want can wait… when I can take care of myself, it will open up to me eventually. Who knows? And maybe..." Yang continued, her gaze fixed back at her sister, her mouth failed her for a few seconds before she shook her head, "What I'm trying to say, is that… if you just throw yourselves to what you want, you might do something you can never take back…" she murmured.

"So, you can't let your responsibilities control you," Yang stated as she slowly stepped back and gestured around them, "We're gonna be here for four years, you don't have to rush things now, so... slow down a bit, 'kay? Besides, I'm always here to help you, Blake might not look it, but she's willing to help and Weiss… well, she's warming up to you, so that's a start."

Ruby's eyes stayed on Yang for a brief moment before they wandered off as she thought hard about what Yang was trying to say. She wanted to be a huntsman, and she thought that training consistently and hard would make her as awesome as her uncle. However, Yang was a big influence for her, and Ruby valued her opinions greatly. Eventually, Ruby scratched her head as she focussed on her feet, "I guess…I guess you're right."

Yang's hands gripped onto Ruby and the younger girl saw two lilac eyes, not clear with confidence or passion she was used to, but rather a swirl of worry and something Ruby can't place. It worried her that Yang was acting like this, the older sister she knew for her whole life suddenly feeling very, un-Yang-like.

"Please, promise me, Ruby," Yang asked, barely above a whisper, "Don't rush to be the best huntsman or the leader you think you should be. Take your time, lean on us if you have to, that's what a team is, right?"

Ruby blinked, unable to say anything after Yang's vague speech, but she started to get an inkling of seeing a side she never had seen of her older sister. In some ways, she was curious to know what Yang was hiding, but her pleading face had etched itself into Ruby's mind and before she knew it, her lips whispered, "I promise."

Yang let out a breath of relief as she tussled her little sister's hair who weakly tried to get out of it and said, "Look, you're doing great, I just want you to know that, 'kay?" Ruby meekly nodded but there was not a sign of a smile, "...Rubes, I know just the thing to cheer you up!"

"It was kind of you that brought the mood down," Ruby mumbled but Yang ignored or didn't hear the statement.

"Touma said that he's been looking for you, something about a weapon he just named-"

"He named his weapon! Finally! It's been like a month since then, what's the name?" Ruby asked as it was her turn to grab onto Yang, jumping up and down in excitement.

Yang giggled at her sister's flip in mood, gently brushing her off as she replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows, "Well, he wanted to tell you himself, but if you really want to know… It's-"

Ruby's eyes widened and in a split second, dived on her older sister, her hands clamped on the offending mouth as she whined, "Yaaang, I want to hear from him, I was the one who told him to name it!"

Yang easily peeled off her little sister with a chuckle, all the dense atmosphere with Ruby never seemed right. She never liked having those kinds of talks with Ruby, but for some reason, whenever she saw Ruby, she couldn't help but make sure she had to be there to guide her sister, after all, that's what older sisters do, right?


Blake Belladonna was described as many things; aloof, silent, snarky and mostly kept to herself. That's the way she liked it, finding a quiet place at the Beacon campus just to read various novels without the disturbance of anyone else. It wasn't to say that she was antisocial or anything like that, she just liked a bit of her 'me time' more than most. Unfortunately for her, an invader decided she wouldn't get to have the quiet time to herself in the lobby which was a shame since reading outside didn't offer enough lighting and the lobby was usually quiet.

"Hello, hello!" a loud and cheerful voice shouted, Blake looked up as she released a sigh, her golden eyes came into contact with a grinning blonde boy who seemed to carry himself the exact opposite of Jaune. Sunglasses, golden necklaces, opened shirt that exposed his chest; Blake concluded that this person in front of him was the epitome of a playboy if the novels she read were any testament to the archetype. She had never seen him in her classes and surmised that the boy was probably a senior at the academy.

"Can I help you?" Blake asked politely, trying to ignore the impatient gnawing in the back of her mind, telling her to get back to her novel.

The blonde guy laughed sheepishly and scratched his head, "Just looking for someone; black spiky hair… about… this tall… give or take."

Blake's face didn't even twitch, but in her mind, Touma's face popped up. She mentally shook the image away, even if it did fit Touma, there were plenty of other guys and even girls that fit the very same description.

However, the blonde boy's lips stretched outward as he tilted his head downwards revealing two blue orbs, "I often hear him say… 'Such misfortune!' all the time."

"...Are you talking about Touma?" Blake asked, there was only one person in her mind that says that phrase, but she immediately regretted it as the blonde boy's figure was very close to invading her personal space.

"Yep! That's the one!" the boy said with a snap of his fingers, "Ah! Right! That's a little rude of me, I'm Motoharu Tsuchimikado,"

"...Blake Belladonna," the girl returned as she gingerly took the hand Motoharu offered.

The boy's smile dropped as he muttered and alarm bells started ringing in the girl's head, "...Blake Belladonna…"

"...Something wrong?" Blake noticed that behind those sunglasses, his eyes had flickered up towards the top of her head and she almost tried to cover her ears. Her scar on her chest started to ache as she warily watched the boy in front of her, and everything seemed to tell her to be careful of him.

"No, no! I'm just trying to commit it to memory! Hahaha... I'm not good with names and all! Anyways, it's nice to meet you! Still, I need to talk to Touma, any idea where he might be?" Motoharu replied with his hands up, backing off from Blake and she exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"...Probably, at his dorm room around this time," Blake answered after some time, her fingers fidgeting over her book and she felt her feet slowly move into an area ready to move at any moment's notice. Taking a breath, she calmed herself down but her golden eyes still maintained themselves on the boy in front of her.

Motoharu rubbed his chin with a slight frown, tilting his head before he wondered out loud, "I have no idea where his room is soooo…" he turned to Blake with a very wide grin.

Blake didn't like where this was going, but she didn't have a weapon on her. If this Motoharu person was a White Fang assassin, she was sure he would've tried to ambush her instead. At the very least, he didn't seem hostile, yet that did little to relieve her as she felt like prey being cornered by a pack of wolves.

With a gulp, she stood up and her aura began to seep out as her muscles tensed, ready for action, "I'll show you the way."

As the two of them took a journey to Touma's room. Blake still felt the prickle on the back of her neck, as Motoharu followed her without a single word, effectively blending in with the background. Her eyes darted to every window, door and entrance, as her mind raced hypotheticals over and over. However, her breathing was even, she was prepared for whatever might happen, especially after that night, she always took extra precautions when meeting new people.

As the two arrived at the dormitory, Blake turned to Motoharu, taking a subtle step back for breathing room as she adjusted her grip on her book. She pointed down towards the hallway, "His room will be at the end, over there."

"Ah… Thanks, why don't you come and say hi with me? I'm sure... Touma will be happy to see you," Motoharu asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Blake quickly yawned which earned a raised eyebrow from her temporary companion and then with a step back, she replied, "Uhh yeah… I'm gonna head to my room… gotta get some sleep… for tomorrow's… exam. So... see you later." With that, Blake hastily walked away and the pressure building inside her was replaced with frustration as her knuckles were shaking. Touma had helped her out as well as other Faunus students when people like Cardin harassed them, and for her to repay him by abandoning him to this Motoharu guy had made her stomach squirm.

"Oh, Blake!" Motoharu called and the Faunus froze as she glanced at the blonde boy from the corner of her eyes, upon his face was a grin that she couldn't discern if friendly or not, "A little word of advice… trying to not react to anything can say a lot about you."

Blake frowned at the vague 'advice' and continued walking away, eager to get out of the sight of Motoharu, but at the same time, disappointment in herself crept into her mind. All she could do was silently apologise to Touma, hoping that whatever comes out Motoharu and his encounter would be nothing more than a friendly talk.


Motoharu stared after Blake's swift exit, rubbing his chin at their encounter and murmured to himself, "What are the odds that I'd meet her here of all places?" Better yet, who would've expected that the one Touma saved was none other than the daughter of a former leader of the White Fang? He wasn't sure if Touma's luck was as bad as the boy claimed, but he couldn't deny the extremely unlikely situations that Touma was finding himself in.

Motoharu turned and headed towards the door with a little spring in his step, and as he arrived at the door, he pulled out his scroll and with a few beeps, there was a small click from the door. He slammed it open, his hand up in the air and his lips wide open, "Yoooo~ Kami-yan~!"

Touma Kamijou yelped in surprise, turning his attention to the brash blonde man, unfortunately for him, he was also carrying a bowl that slipped from his fingers onto his desk, spilling its contents all over the wooden desk, strewn with books and paper. The unfortunate boy gaped in disbelief, his eyes wide open and his mouth ajar before he immediately started scrambling over his desk, fishing out soggy paper and books while cursing all at the same time, before he hung his head in defeat.

"Damnit… my homework…" he moaned after examining the paper, he dropped it back to the desk and fell back on the floor, defeated.

"Ahh… Kami-yan~, you should take care of your work more properly, you know? Don't want something unexpected messing up everything!" Motoharu commented jovially as he waltzed into the room.

Touma glared at Motoharu, his teeth gritted and the blonde boy could've sworn that there was a droplet of a tear at the corner of his eyes, "This… this is your fault! My Grimm studies homework, my mathematics homework… all of it…"

Motoharu chuckled as he patted Touma's back in false consolation, "Well, Kami-yan, you'll just have to do it again, but not right now."

Touma's head raised as all signs of frustration were replaced with a quirk of his eyebrow, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Kami-yan, I've come to give you, your first mission. So…" Motoharu glanced around and shrugged, "You better grab your gear and everything you need. I'll meet you at the port in twenty minutes, we're going to be gone for roughly three days so better pack all the goodies!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Touma stood up as he felt his heart beat faster, and his fist clenched and unclenched, "I'm going on a mission… now?"

"Yep... that's what I just said!" Motoharu answered, "So you better put on your A-game because you are getting graded. Well… what are you waiting for?"

Touma's grin never subsided, he was finally taking his first real step into the world of huntsmen and this might be the first chance he could take in bringing a change for the better.