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"Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood."

7 Sextilis, 3176 PD -C. Astali-

I waited as Sir Arc finished has introductions, not wanting the young Madam to have me as her first "friendly" face to be greeted by. Putting my left hand behind my back I started walking towards them. I'm glad Sir Arc had the idea, quite honestly. I mean, who wants me of all people to be a friendly face?

Nearing them, I cleared my throat to get her attention, "Hello Mad-...?!"

I was interrupted by her screaming and shooting me.

In the head.

'Somehow this is a better reaction to me than Arc's, if that's any consolation.'

As I started drifting to unconsciousness, I at least had the comforting thought that Sir Arc would, hopefully, get me to a medic. Then again, this is Beacon and its confusing paths I'm talking about.

Dammit.

I flinched as more bandages were applied to my gunshot wound, thankfully the "precautionary" one that Madam Rose had put in my stomach after I had hit the ground. On the bright side, she knew that you should always shoot the enemy twice in case they're not dead. Splendid.

'I am going to give you a black eye for giving me the job, Ozpin!'

It was my fault for accepting it, but I'll save giving myself a black eye for after the mask can came off. Or I'll just give Ozpin a second one. That works, too.

Getting up, I carefully started to put my dress shirt on. Ignoring the bits of machinery that was what my lungs had become and the cause of the mask, I started walking towards the door after grabbing my medication pouch. The medication was something to use when my blood pressure was to far up, meaning every other hour, and was maybe not prescribed to me.

Ozpin and everyone else doesn't need to know the last bit, though.

As I started getting my armor on, I put everything else over my shoulder, not wanting to reattach everything at the moment. After all, I don't want to miss Ozpin's speech. And to make sure I can tell Madam Rose I am fine, people as young as her tend to get guilt struck after hurting someone. Especially if you shoot one of your teachers in the head.

'I'm amazed my helmet withstood a .50 caliber round. Thank you, Layton' I thought, silently thanking my former teammate and his company for making better equipment than Atlas.

After rounding another corner, I was confronted by something that was almost terrifying to me.

A wild, tuskless, walrus man.

"Hello again, my friend! I almost thought I wouldn't find you!" Greeted the portly man, walking over to me with his moustache moving with every word he spoke. I almost ran if it weren't for how he said the greeting.

"Thought? Were you looking for me?" I asked, perturbed by his enthusiasm and good spirited nature.

"Why yes indeed!" He replied, turning and motioning happily for me to follow, "Ozpin sent me here to show you the way to the auditorium!"

"Auditorium? It is clearly an ampitheatre." I said scornfully, "That would be like mistaking a warthog for a puma."

He ignored me and kept walking as though I hadn't just corrected him. "Three lien says you're wrong!" He said, stopping at a pair of doors.

"Deal."

I immediately regretted my decision when I saw a gleam of excitement appear in his eyes, as if a predator had caught his prey. Or in this case, a walrus catching a fish.

Opening the doors, I noticed the lack of a sloped surface that ended at a flat stage, just a lot of students. Dammit.

Sighing, I started rummaging through my pocket for the lien, "Here you go… What's your name?"

"Port, and might I ask yours?"

"Astali." I said, handing him the lien as I was about to make my way towards the stage. I was then stopped by a meaty hand grasping my shoulder. Disgusting.

"Slow down, my friend! Ozpin wants the staff to watch the students to insure they listen and not get out of hand!" Taking away his hand from my shoulder, he walked towards a group of boys that were getting a little rough. One even looked ready to pull out one of his revolvers on a smug looking bastard.

Sighing for what felt like the tenth time today, I started to walk down the aisles in between the students, my left hand tapping on the small of my back. Looking over the crowd of children, I realized a very important thing. I have to watch all of their Initiation videos and read their .

While looking through my future students, I noticed a particular red cloak standing beside a taller blonde. If I was to take an educated guess, I would say that is a she. Not a Jaune Arc. Not necessarily a bad thing, per towards her, I made sure to retract my eye lenses to the side of my helmet.

'It's probably the eyes that terrifies them, it has to be.'

As I walked up to her, I heard the blonde girl talking to her about something involving explosions. Ignoring the earlier occurrence of today, I saw she had noticed me and waved happily at me. She seems as though she's such a pure soul, I'll be sure to go easy on here with the Experiment.

"Hello again Madam Rose," I said, making her friend to turn towards me, "I see you're already making n-"

I was, for the second time today might I add, hit in the face by something hard. This object was the blonde one's fist hitting me. In the eye.

I hate you Ozpin.

I really Gods damn hate you.