Afro sat alone, meditating and listening. This time he sat inside his home, in front of the fire he had started in his small chimney. There was the unmistakable sound of boots stepping on wood behind him.

"Master. I've come to say goodbye." There was a small moment of silence.

"He is coming here. Is that why you leave?"

"I must. Neither he nor I are ready to confront one another." Afro nodded, thinking it over.

"Very well. I suppose you'll know when the time comes, right?"

"Yes, Master." There were no more words. The sound of boots stepping on wood slowly faded away, and Afro Samurai was once again left alone with his thoughts.

What was it that tore them apart? Jaune's ignorance? Adam's twisted vision of justice? He remembered the blood on the floor, and the tears staining his shirt that day. He thought back...

Jaune jumped in, deflecting the blood red blade just as it was about to make contact with their master's flesh. He spun and back-kicked Adam in the chest, sending him back. The faunus stood his ground, and sheathed his weapon. Jaune held his up to his side, trying to catch his breath before they rushed at each other once again. Their blades met and separated. This happened repeatedly, almost as if on purpose. It didn't last long as their blades slid over each other, and grazed the others forehead, drawing blood.

Adam was the first to swing back, cutting Jaune's right leg and hand in the process. Jaune forced himself to not feel it, and spun around, throwing a back kick to Adam's chest once again, and quickly rushing forwards with an under hand swing. Adam grit his teeth as blood gushed out. Jaune stepped back, just barely dodging the red blade aimed at his face. He jumped back, landing in front of Afro, who watched on.

Fire orange filled with hate and anger, met a hardened blue. They bled from their foreheads, hands, legs, and other areas their blades managed to reach. Their aura drained hours ago.

"We were brothers..." The blonde raised his sword in the In Ko Kamae stance, ready to swing it like a bat if the red haired devil charged at him.

"You're in the way..." The red blade returned to his sheath, though his hand never left the grip. "Step aside, or die with him, human." No other words were spoken.

Adam dashed forward, drawing his blade at the right moment. There was no blood, not disintegration of any kind. Just the fragments of his once whole blade, and the feeling of rock digging into his back. He realized how painful it felt and groaned. He lifted his head, and saw his master standing in front of his blonde pupil, sword drawn and undamaged.

"You've clearly lost your way. Leave." He glared at the burning orange eyes, and they glared back.

Afro watched as Jaune disassembled his weapon and placed in in a bag. He was slow in his movements, and his eyes gave away his inner feelings. "I'll have the bastard... But I can't stay. If I stay I'll lose him and I'll never make him pay"

"I understand."

"Do you?" Jaune scoffed at his master's words. "You've never had your friend betray you, master. So you would never understand..." Tears hit his bag, and he sobbed quietly. Afro stood, and walked to the bear helmet, lifting it and pulling out two headbands.

"The legendary Number One headband. Its promises is power, omnipotence, immortality. But at what cost? One that is grater than any man can imagine, and heavier than any man can bear. No soul who's ever worn its tattered grace has ever escaped the torment of its infinite burden." He sat in front of his student, their eyes locking. For the first time in the ten years Jaune had been training under this man, he could see the sorrow in his eyes.

"Master?"

"It belonged to my father before me. As a child I saw him lose his life to keep his enemy from taking it. That day I swore revenge on him. I lost everything in search of the second headband to challenge him. I lost the family I had made over the years, ans turned my brother against me." He looked at the bear helmet. "Jino had wanted me dead, so he waited for many years in the same place until I came. In the end, I wasted a lifetime just for revenge. A revenge I could never have because the bastard had died and turned to dust."

Their eyes never left each other. Jaune could see he was telling the truth.

" had become a monster for nothing, Jaune. Don't make the same mistake..."

Jaune's eyes opened slowly. He was on the roof again.

"Help me forget..." Those three words. Those three magic words brought him to Beacon. They helped give him a new life. He reached into the pocket of his hoodie and felt the tattered cloth there. He had forgotten about that as well. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered the story his master had told him, and not the short version; He knew every name, every motivation, and every death in that man's life. He slowly pulled the headband out, revealing a single dash.

"Jaune?" He heard Blake behind him. It only took the worse of two months for them to actually become friends and begin his training properly. He could tell she was mad because of his interaction with Adam, though he could call bullshit and just make admit she was just being pissy. But nonetheless, they were friends now.

"Blake, friends don't hide anything from each other if it's important, right?" He turned to face her. "I've told you who showed me to use a katana. I've told you about Adam..."

"Jaune, where are you going with this?" The blonde took a deep breath and looked her in the eye.

"Did I ever tell you about Justice?"

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