Welcome to CH 21 of TPA.
"So, that's your story?" Weiss glared at the blond boy sitting in front of her.
Jaune shrugged,
"Well… yeah."
The heiress signed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Let me sum it up. You are officially a Witcher - part of the Company's elite…"
"I wouldn't say elite…" Jaune interjected, but went ignored.
"..secret…
"Not a secret at all. I told…" he tried to protest, but went ignored again.
"..strike force. You regularly are sent to exterminate extremely dangerous creatures alone. And you never considered telling us?" Weiss finished, sending him an icy glare.
Jaune shifted nervously.
"Well… yeah. You never asked…"
"And would you have told us if we asked?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Jaune shrugged.
"Yeah. Like I said many times already - Witchers aren't some secret organization. You can literally walk into a Company office, and ask to take the exam. It's that simple."
Blake shook her head, and looked over the small room Jaune lead them to. From what he had told them, it was a Company meeting room, usually used for meeting with important clients.
The black haired girl looked over the people gathered in the room. Most of them took Jaune's revelation rather well. Ren accepted it with a single nod, Nora and Ruby looked excited. Weiss complained, but Blake would bet anything it was more because she was annoyed that she didn't realize her old friend's… special qualifications, earlier. Even though he apparently hadn't even tried to hide it.
The one most conflicted about whole ordeal was Pyrrha. She watched her partner with a mixture of relief and worry.
Well, I can't blame her.
Thought Blake, focusing back on the blond boy, who patiently ignored Weiss tirade. Jaune was on edge. Not because of Weiss chastising him, or the fact that they found him with a blood-dripping sword over a fresh corpse, or that he had had to explain himself. No, there was something else there, just beneath the surface. He hid it well, but Blake was good at noticing small signs that there was something wrong.
It had saved her life multiple times.
But even though she knew that there was something wrong, she wasn't sure what. She doubted it had anything to do with Jaune's revelation that he was a Witcher. Blake was sure he wasn't lying when he said it wasn't a big deal - his body language when he revealed the information confirmed this. And of course they'd all heard of Witchers before. Harrowed weren't some big secret either. It's just that most people assumed they were no different than Grimm.
"So, you're saying the guy in that alley was a Harrowed?" She asked finally, if only to stop Weiss' monologue. Blake was certain that at this point everyone had turned her out, but no one dared to interrupt her, lest they draw the heiress' ire unto themselves.
"Yeah. A Ghoul, to be more precise. A young one. According to the intel I got he turned not even an hour before."
"But aren't they more… I don't know… monster-like? They showed us pictures of one in Signal, and it was all black. Looked closer to Beowolf than a human, and the guy in alley… well..." Yang asked, probably just to make sure Weiss didn't get a chance to start her nagging again. The heiress apparently realized it too, because she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"They are." Jaune confirmed. "Until you kill them. Then the Corruption starts to fade, and they usually turn into a normal human corpse. It also depends how old the Ghoul was - if it was just two or three hours older, you could see clear signs of deformation."
He sighed.
"And yes, you can check out Eclipse."
Ruby had Jaune's black sword - a Witcher's signature weapon - in her hands in an instant. Blake chuckled when her team leader started gushing about how awesome it was.
"So, what is deal with the black swords anyway?" Asked Yang, after watching her sister for a few moments. "I saw some Witchers back in Patch, and I think everyone had one."
Jaune shrugged.
"They are essentially portable Corruption purifiers. It helps ensuring that Ghouls won't turn into Wraiths, and that Wraiths stay dead."
"Really? Then is there any reason only WItchers use them?"
Jaune smirked.
"Sure there is. A very simple one - money. It's about cost effectiveness. Sure, the materials used are very Aura sensitive, and it allows us to do some cool tricks, beside the Corruption cleansing I mentioned. But at the same time, it's very hard, and expensive, to make such a sword. And you can't use it to make mecha-shifting weapons. That's why almost every Witcher makes a longsword - it's the most efficient choice."
"Wait, aren't High-Dust alloys rather common these days?" Blake asked. Despite herself, she started to become more and more interested in the topic.
Jaune just shook his head, with a small smile.
"Yes, in recent years alloys with a high Dust percentage have started to become popular. But those are still not enough for a sword like this. Most popular alloys used today usually have about twenty, twenty five percent Dust. Even the ones labeled as having high Dust content, have around fifty. This sword..." he pointed at Eclipse, still being examined by Ruby "...is made from alloy with eighty seven percent Dust. And it's a mix of several types, all of top quality." He shook his head.
"Making something like that is simply too hard and too expensive for general use. Especially if we consider it's not any more effective against Grimm than standard weapons." He chuckled, and sent a grateful nod to the white haired girl.
"If not for Weiss' help, I probably would never gathered enough to make it. Not so quickly anyway."
The heiress mumbled something quietly, but no one paid any attention to her. Blake relaxed in her seat, taking a sip of the soda someone bought them at the beginning of the meeting. Jaune didn't look as on edge as he was in the beginning, but why, she couldn't tell. Was he simply worried about how they would react? Ot it was something else, and easy conversation with friends helped to distract him?
Well, it's not like it matters.
She thought, watching with amusement as Ruby practically mounted her fellow team leader, demanding details on the production process of Eclipse. Of course, Yang didn't pass on such a perfect opportunity to tease her younger sister, electing a blush from the young Huntress, and a laugh from everyone else. Jaune just shook his head, then shot a hurt look towards his partner when she asked if there are any meaningful differences between Grimm and Harrowed. The blond started explaining how both groups are different, even pulling out his scroll and showing them a picture of a Ghoul. There was a moment of strained silence after Nora's off-hand comment that the black monstrosity 'looks just like Mr. Wrinkles.' One look at Ren's face stopped anyone from asking what she meant.
Some questions are better left unanswered.
They talked some more, mainly asking Jaune about Harrowed and his job as a Witcher. It was a nice, easy talk, with them joking around and teasing the blond boy from time to time.
"By the way Jaune, who is Sam?" Asked Pyrrha. It was a simple, innocent question, but it killed the easy atmosphere instantly.
With one shuttering breath, Jaune's smile died, and there was distress, maybe even panic, clear on his face.
Ok, this can't be good.
The blond laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair.
"H-how do you know that name?" He asked quietly.
Pyrrha suddenly looked very uncertain of what to say.
"Well… we came to visit you this morning, but the doctors didn't want to let us all in, so I came in alone. You were still unconscious, but when I was leaving, you woke up for a moment, and mistook me for this Sam. I was just curious…" she trailed off.
"I-I see. Well you two look kinda alike.. So I guess I… " he looked at his partner, and there was a certain desperation in his voice when he spoke. "What did I say? When I mistook you for her?"
Pyrrha shifted nervously, avoiding her partner's gaze.
"Nothing much… You just said something about there being someone dangerous wanting to hurt Sam… And that you would protect her."
"Oh… I see." after that silence fell over the room. Jaune cleary lost in his thoughts, and them not knowing what to say, or do.
The first person to act was, to everyone surprise, Weiss. With a quiet sigh, she sat next to the blond boy, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and started humming some melody. He stiffened, then relaxed, and started humming with her, a small, sad smile slowly appearing on his face.
"This sure brings back memories…" he whispered, then chuckled and shook his head. He looked up, staring at ceiling for a few moments.
Weiss smiled, and stopped her humming. They looked each other in the eyes. She gave him an encouraging nod, which he returned.
"She was like a sister to me." He spoke finally. "We first met when I was eleven, she was nine back then. Our parents were getting dinner together, so they left her with me and my sisters. I didn't really mind - just one more girl to take care of, I thought." He paused and chuckled, shaking his head.
Blake winced. She knew that tone, that way of speaking. She'd heard it many times in the White Fang, where people were discussing friends, family or lovers. Ones that they would never see again.
Judging by the expressions of the other people in the room, they all caught on where this was going too.
"But she was different. She did listen to me, but it was different than my sisters. They simply accepted that I was the one in charge, and listened because they were sure there was no other option. She allowed me to be in charge, if only to not cause a fuss." He shook his head.
"It wasn't the last time they left her under my care, and we eventually became friends. Our parents and my sisters used to tease us for spending so much time together. And then…" his breath hitched, and he paused, staring at the floor.
"Jaune?" Pyrrha asked when silence stretched for a few minutes. He looked up at her, eyes distant.
"What happened?" She asked, even though they had a pretty good idea. Blake recalled Headmaster Ozpin saying that Jaune had 'personal reasons' to get involved in this whole mess and sighed. When she heard it the first time, she briefly wondered what might have pushed someone as easy going and friendly as Jaune to put himself in so much danger.
The death of a close friend sounded like a good enough reason.
After a few more moments of silence, Jaune laughed bitterly.
"I don't know."
Pyrrha blinked a few times.
"You.. don't know?" She repeated, cleary having a hard time understanding her partner's response. Blake couldn't blame her. She was feeling pretty lost herself.
Jaune wrung his hands together nervously. He remained silent for nearly a full minute, gathering his thoughts.
"I remember that day cleary. Everything up until that point is so clear it's as if it happened yesterday. I remember what we ate for breakfast, I remember every store we visited and what we talked about. But when I try to recall this one moment…" he shook his head, his speech becoming faster and faster.
"I simply can't remember. Or rather I can, but I'm not sure what is real and what's not anymore." He grabbed his head in both hands, and groaned.
"The more I try to remember, the more confused I get. I recall things, little details, and they lead to one conclusion, but then I recall something different that contradicts everything else. Then I start to follow this new idea, and I recall something wrong again, and it keeps going like that over and over again. And I can't remember, even though I know I was there, and it happened, and I was sure that I made it in time, but I can't remember what happened to her after that. Toto said it was too late, but I'm sure it wasn't, and…" Jaune rambled, his voice growing more and more desperate with every word, his hands tightening on his head, as if he wanted to squeeze these confusing memories out.
Weiss hugged him tighter, starting her humming again.. Soon another voice joined, when Pyrrha sat on next to her partner, and wrapped her hand around Jaune's shaking shoulders.
Ruby looked hesitant of what to do, but after Nora bascily tackle-hugged her team leader, the young untress quickly followed in her footsteps.
Blake looked to her partner, who just shrugged, and walked behind Jaune, wrapping her arms around him. With a quiet sigh, Blake joined the group hug.
She wasn't sure how long it lasted, but Jaune eventually took a few deep breaths, and nodded.
"Thanks guys. I'm better now."
Yang snorted, but didn't let him go him.
"I bet you are, what with six gorgeous girls all over you."
Jaune chuckled and shook his head.
"I guess you are right."
Pyrrha squeezed his hand, sending him an encouraging smile.
"So, what exactly happened with Sam? And why you can't remember? You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but…"
"No, it's ok." He took a deep breath to steady himself.
"I guess I should start from the beginning. From my 'graduation ceremony' - the day when Leon acknowledged me as ready to be a Witcher." Jaune took a moment to collect his thoughts, before continuing. "We were escorting a caravan through the mountains in the northern parts of Vale. The road we were supposed to take was blocked by an avalanche, so Leon sent me to the city that we were heading to to inform them of what happened. When I got there, I overheard some people talking about a Harrowed that spawned in the nearby woods. I decided to take it out."
He smiled at the old memory.
"It was first time I killed a Harrowed without Leon to back me up. He was pretty pissed off when he learned I took on a fire Wraith on my own, but eventually congratulated me on a job well done. That was around one year ago, right after the second time I visited Atlas." He nodded to the heiress with a small smile. "I finished forging Eclipse just a day before the caravan went off. I guess I never thanked you properly for helping me get all that Dust. So thank you."
Weiss nodded back and smiled.
"About half a year later, me and Leon visited the town again. My parents and sisters came there to meet us. Sam was with them. It was sort of celebration - I just passed my Witcher exam, and was waiting for the official response. I was freaking out, so Leon took me out there to distract me."
Jaune laughed at the memory, but his smile soon faded, replaced by a fierce scowl.
"That was when I first met that bastard." He spat.
"I went to grave of the girl that was turned into a Harrowed. And that's where I saw him - standing over it, lost in thought. At first I thought he was family, the father, or grandfather." Jaune clenched his eyes shut, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "It turned out this Harrowed was his creation. I don't know exactly how he managed to do it, but he did. And he acted as if he was doing this poor girl a favor. I was too shocked to do anything, and he ran. Then my family came over, we started to hang out, and I kind of forget about him."
Jaune trailed off. After a moment he started shaking. Pyrrha squeezed his hand, earning a grateful smile from the blond boy.
"He appeared again about a week later. I was supposed to meet up with Sam, but when I got to our meeting place, I saw him doing… something to her. I don't know what, but this is where things start to get fuzzy. I'm sure I interrupted him, but I can't remember how, and what happened next. Hell, I can't even recall his face, even though I was sure I was looking him straight in the eyes when I promised I would gut him for what he did to her."
The blond boy paused again, lost in thought. The silence stretched for a few minutes, everyone absorbing what they had learned. The one to finally break it was Ren.
"Jaune? You mentioned someone named Toto, and that he said something to you? Who is he?"
The blond boy scoffed.
"A traitor. He was part of my team on the last job. Turned out he was working with the one responsible for some time, a few years if what he said was true. Referred to the bastard as 'Master,' as if he was anything more than a psycho murderer. And he told me it wasn't an accident they attacked Sam that day. They chose her, specifically because she was close to me. They figured that if they turned her into a Harrowed, I somehow would come to 'see the truth'."
Jaune stared at his hand for a few moments, before speaking quietly.
"Problem is, he said that whatever they did to her, I was too late to stop it. That she was done for. Normally I would ignore it, but… He didn't sound as if he was lying. The bastard talked with us as if we were good friends, even though he straight up admitted he wanted us all dead just a few moments before."
He clutched his head in his hands again, letting out a low groan.
"And on top of that, whatever they used to poison water in Spring Valley, it caused us to hallucinate. And now I don't even know which memories are real anymore. Everything is messed up. Sometimes I recall Sam being the first Wraith I killed, even though I'm sure it wasn't her. Then I see scenes of us, that I'm sure never happened."
He let out a stuttering breath, his voice quiet now.
"The harder I try to recall, the worse it gets. I'm sure I stopped him, but if Toto was right, and she did turn into a Harrowed…" He looked up, at his friends, and smiled bitterly. "Then I killed her."
"Can't you find out? If we ask around, I'm sure we would be able to find out what happened to her." Ren pointed out after a few moments of silence.
Jaune chuckled.
"Oh, it would be much easier than you think. I'm sure my parents know all about it. And I know they were on their way to visit me. The doctors said so."
Ruby looked up at him, confused.
"Then why did you leave? If you knew they were coming, and that they would have answers for you, why not wait for them?"
Jaune couldn't meet her eyes. He ran his hand through his hair, looking to the side - only to meet Nora's concerned gaze. After a few moments of looking around, he realized there was no safe place to look, without meeting one of his friends' eyes. He rubbed his face with one hand, and let out a tired sigh.
"I guess… I just got scared of what the answer would be. When I heard the Company representative say there was a Ghoul problem in the city, I signed up without even thinking. I wanted some time to sort things out, and…" he sighed, shaking his head.
"Killing monsters is easy. Simple. There's not much to confuse you here. I figured that an easy job like that will help me clear my mind." He chuckled. "Didn't work out too well. But hey, at least we got to talk a few things out. So it's not like it was a total waste of time…" he laughed, but it was deprived of any joy.
Weiss squeezed his hand, and got up.
"Jaune." He looked up at her, uncertain.
"We have to go. You can't deny it any longer."
"Yeah." he got up, and took a deep breath, a small, bitter smile on his lips."Let's go."
Jaune placed a hand on the cold surface, staring at it blankly. The conversation with his parents was emotional, but quick. After he explained why he ran off, they gave him the answer he wanted, that he needed. So now he was here, trying to gather his thoughts.
It wasn't going too well.
He could see his friends out of the the corner of his eye. They were standing some distance away, enough to let him pretend that he was alone if he needed, but close enough that he knew he had their support. He was thankful for that.
Blindsided again, and shook his head. He had a feeling that he should say something, even if the person he was talking to couldn't hear, or answer him.
"Hi, Sam. Sorry I'm visiting only now. Been busy with… things." He said finally.
"So many things have happened in the past six months that I don't even know where to start. I got accepted to Beacon you know? Leon set it up for me, the old bastard." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"I long since gave up any hope that I'd get the chance to study there. And yes, I know you said it was too early to give up. I guess you were right." He stood there for a few moments, smiling at memories of good old times. Then his face hardened.
"And I'm still chasing the bastard that did this to you. Well, it turns out it might be 'Bastards.' Found out he had at least one friend that was helping him out."
"I'll find him. Or them. It doesn't matter how far they run, or how well they will hide. I'll find them, and I'll put them to justice." He smiled again, but this time it was vicious, like a wild animal bearing its teeth at its prey.
"And if they resist, I'll deal with them too. As a Witcher."
Well here it is. Jaune has a little heart-to-heart with his friends. A few things are explained, a few remain mystery. How will the knowledge of Jaune's not-so-secret occupation will affect his friends? Well, only one way to find out.
Anyway, here is this week's omake.
Jaune sighed for the uptenth time, poking his dinner with his fork absemindly. They were sitting in a small pub somewhere on the outskirts of Mistral. Six days had passed since he woke up after his fight with the Ursa. After explaining what happened, Leon seemed conflicted on whether or not to tell him off for taking such risk, or not. Eventually he agreed that Jaune had little choice but to fight the monster, and let the matter go.
Or at least that was what the blond Hunter-to-be thought, right up until their first training session after he woke up. They separated from caravan two days after he woke up. Leon gave him two more to rest, and on fifth one asked if Jaune wanted a regular training session, or a serious one. At that moment blond boy made arguably worst decision of his life.
Serious training was, to put it simply, brutal. Only then did Jaune truly understand just how strong Leon was. He could barely understand what was going on. After Leon finished beating the living hell out of him, he announced to let it be a reminder to not get into things way over his head.
"There are two types of Hunters out there." He said, leaning lazily on his training sword over a barely conscious Jaune. "Reckless ones, who charge into fights blindly over and over again, and living ones. I'll let you decide which group you want to be part of."
The next training session was much more manageable, though the young boy still walked out of it aching all over his body.
Jaune sighed again, and this time it was accompanied with another, from opposite of him.
"I think I know the answer, but just to clarify… what's got you so down?"
Jaune looked up at Leon, who was watching him curiously.
Is it really so obvious I'm down? He thought idly.
"Well, yeah. Just look at yourself."
Jaune blinked a few times, staring at Leon.
"Wait, did I said that out loud?"
"No."
How? Is it his Semblance…
"No, my Semblance is not mind reading."
Jaune just started at the man, doing his best impression of a goldfish.
Leon smirked at him.
"You are just easy to read. You've been down ever since that drinking incident, save moments you got distracted with other things." He eyed his young companion for a few moments, then shook his head. "It's about your Semblance, isn't it?"
Jaune just nodded. There wasn't any point in hiding it.
"I mean... It's just so useless!" He whined, but Leon stopped him before he could break into a rant.
"Really? How can you say so, if we don't even know what exactly it's doing?"
"What do you mean? We know it prevents me from getting drunk. Best Semblance ever, right there."
Leon poked his food a few times with his fork, then pointed utensil at the sulking boy..
"How?"
Jaune blinked, confused.
"How, what?"
"How is your Semblance doing it? Preventing you from getting drunk?"
Jaune opened his mouth to speak, then clicked it shut. To be fair - he had no idea. He was so busy moping around about what he knew his Semblance could do, that he didn't bother to ask, how it did it.
Leon smirked, seeing his pupil's expression change.
"Now that is the question, isn't it? Never judge a book by its cover, Jaune. Sure, we know your Semblance can prevent you from getting drunk, but that's just an end effect. But how exactly? Maybe it's some kind of poison immunity? You drank enough alcohol to bring two or three grown men down, and you didn't even have a hangover. Or maybe it's some kind of mental protection, where it prevents you from being knocked out. If we judged the usefulness of Semblances solely based on its first application discovered, I think mine would be most useless of them all."
Jaune leaned a bit closer to his teacher. He realized it only now, but he had no idea what Leon's Semblance was. Kinda sad, considering they spent so much time traveling together.
"What was it? The first time you used your Semblance, what did it do? And what it is?" He asked excitedly.
Leon leaned in his chair, and hummed, gathering his thoughts.
"I was traveling through some forest, and there were these mosquitos. They were annoying as hell, couldn't get rid of them. At some point, they started randomly changing direction, always away from me. At the time, I thought that through sheer annoyance I developed a Semblance that was basically bug repellent."
Jaune chuckled. Well, yeah, hearing that made his own sound much better. After all, any Hunter could just use Aura to protect themselves from annoying bugs.
"Took me some time, before I finally realized what it was." He drew a metal ball from his pocket, only about a centimeter in diameter, and threw it up. The small piece of metal went up, and then suddenly shot forward and smacked Jaune in the forehead.
"It's a form of telekinesis. Allows me to do some pretty neat things." He looked around and called the waitress.
"If you want to know more, I'll tell you on the road. Don't want to spill all my secrets here. Never know who is listening."
Jaune just nodded, and quickly finished his food. He simply couldn't wait to hear more about it.
"So, you want to know more?"
Jaune nodded, eager to hear the rest of the story. He held his curiosity back for two days, when Leon was taking care of some things in Mistral. Now, they were about a day's walk away from the city, sitting around a small campfire.
Leon threw another piece of wood on the fire and hummed.
"Did you know that telekinesis is one of the most popular Semblances? Around thirty percent of registered Semblances are some form of telekinesis."
Jaune shook his head. He didn't know that.
Leon chuckled.
"They are so popular, that some folks figured out a ranking systems. They check out versatility, power, and other such nonsense to figure how powerful your Semblance is. Load of bulshit, if you ask me."
"According to this ranking, mine is basically bottom tier."
Leon paused or a moment, thinking about something. Then he kicked small rock, instead of flying forward like it should, it went to the side - and with much more speed than it should.
"All I can do is change the speed and direction of an object near me. It has a very limited range, only around two meters. I have to actually notice said object, so no bullet deflecting from me, and for me to take control of it it has to be already in motion. Oh, and there is a weight limit - max I can effect is about three kilograms. And the more energy an object has, the closer to me it has to get in order for me to take control."
Jaune hummed. That was very restrictive. Still sounded more useful than not getting drunk, but not by much.
"But there's more to it, right?"
Leon shook his head.
"No. That's it. All I can do is change the speed and direction of very small, and light objects that are in motion around me. And I'm restricted to a max weight - so if you throw, let's say, two rocks, two kilograms each, I will be able to take control of only one, since the total mass is above my limit. I will be able to manipulate the second one, only when first leaves my 'control zone.'"
"So, as you can see - it's rather weak in comparison to, let's say, Glynda Goodwitch. She can do stuff that honestly is borderline magic. But…" he smirked.
"Mine has its advantages too. For example - even though I'm limited to a certain weight, I'm not limited by number. I can control as many things as I want, so long as their combined mass does not exceeds three kilograms. I can activate it much faster than most people with telekinesis, and there is nothing to give away that I'm using it. What's more, even when they leave my control zone, they will still travel at the speed I sent them off. Still, many people laugh it of as a non factor in combat." He chuckled, leaned down, and picked five or six small rocks.
"Not something you would consider a weapon, right?" He asked. Jaune hummed in agreement. Leon smirked.
"But If you speed it up enough…" He threw them up, and this time all the rocks flew behind Leon, so fast that Jaune couldn't even see where they went. The only thing he noticed was the sound of something hard impacting wood, and then a few holes in the trunk of a tree behind Leon that definitely weren't there before.
"If you have a strong stomach, you can look up photos of victims of sandstorms in Vacuo. Some people had their skin peeled off by sand traveling almost three hundred kilometers per hour. Now, image what those could do, if they were traveling at two times the speed of sound."
Jaune started imagining, then stopped. It sounded… nasty.
"And now imagine that it's not sand, but for example, this." He pulled small pouch from his belt, and opened it for Jaune to see. There were multiple pieces of metal in there, each diamond shaped, about two centimeters long and one wide, very thin, and by the looks of it, very sharp. He tentatively reached out, and Leon placed the pouch in his hand. It weighed around two kilograms.
Jaune imagined its contents flying at him at the speed of sound and swallowed. That was something he didn't want to experience, Aura or not.
"Of course, I didn't' know I could do all of that form the beginning. It was also possible I couldn't - Semblances, just like muscles, or Aura, can be trained. And they can evolve."
Leon looked in the eyes of his student, and smiled.
"So don't go wasting time complaining that you got dealt a bad hand. Instead, try to figure out what you can do with it. And who knows? It might turn out ot be something pretty cool."
Jaune smiled. Leon was right, as always. Moping around wouldn't help him, but learning more about his Semblance?
He nodded.
"Hey, Leon?"
"Yeah?"
"I know we just left, but… do you think we could go back to Mistral? I think there is some research I need to do."
"Sure thing. But not now. I have a job in a village not far from here that I need to take care of. So your research will have to wait for like four or five days."
Jaune just nodded, and stretched.
He had no time to be feeling down. There were still a lot of things he needed to learn to be Hunter.
Well, this is it. Not much to talk about this time. See ya next week.