AN: And here's ch.2 I don't have much to add to this note, so I'll just get to answer some questions.

TheDelta724- No, there is no set schedule. Hopefully I can update every 2 weeks or so.

Examine Draco- Think about how Vizards function. Most of the time they are normal, but can activate their mask and power at will. Abilities such as Bala, Cero, etc. may appear in time. Using the mask may have its own drawback however.

Bunny153539- Yes, the idea is for 1 senior per freshman team as a sort of guide/mentor to the new students. As far a set pairing, no there isn't one at the moment, and it is open to discussion. Ichigo has the same base issues as canon, but perhaps more exaggerated due to Grimm influence. Yes, that is what I meant with the burns, thanks for catching it. There will be no OC's. Your other questions may be answered in this chapter.

Well that about Covers that, now onto the chapter.

"So, any comments on what we've seen so far?" Professor Ozpin gestured to a large viewing screen. He and other key staff members of Beacon Academy were currently seated around a large circular table, going over the footage from the Emerald forest.

"Well, obviously those two groups stand out in particular." Answered an older and pudgier Peter Port. "They did manage to defeat two rather dangerous Grimm; brings me back to my day…"

"Yes, their teamwork was rather impressive." A third man answered. He had unkempt green and large opaque glasses. He took a sip from a coffee mug. "Timely as well, a Deathstalker would not have had too much trouble with them if they fought it alone."

"I have a concern with the potentially all female team though." Interjected Glynda, looking down at her data pad. "I wonder if they could effectively work together." She pressed a button, rewinding the footage back to the start of the test; eventually Ruby and Weiss appeared on the screen; arguing. "These two have already had several confrontations during their time here, this simply being the most recent."

"It didn't seem to bother them much in their battle against the Nevermore." Peter replied, stroking his moustache. "You'd have thought they'd known each other for years."

"Perhaps, but you should know as well as I that things can change in the heat of battle Professor Port." The woman answered.

"You may have a point, but luckily enough it seems that her sister ended up on the same team." said Ozpin. "And the fourth girl seems quite reserved. If they have a problem now, I feel confident it will fix itself in time."

Glynda nodded before continuing. "I also want to bring up the boy from the other team, the one which fought the Deathstalker."

"Ah, yes Jaune Arc." The green haired man sighed. "I met his grandfather once, years ago. Very respected man; I was actually surprised by how… green he looked."

"'I agree, Professor Obleck." Port added. "At times I was wondering if he even knew how to hold a sword correctly. If not for that Phyrrha girl, I'm not sure he would have survived."

"He seems to have quite a lot of natural Aura though." The headmaster said. "So the potential is there; even if it may take some time…"

"Ha! Some…" Professor Port added with a snort. With where he was at, it could take years to fully train him.

"Yes." Glynda continued. "While the other members of his team seem quite skilled, he was the one which took charge in the actual battle; even if his actual combat abilities are sub-par." She sighed. "These two team setups could be quite risky."

"Why do you say that?" Port asked.

"They are the most talented groups by far." Glynda stated. "However, they both have their own potentially severe problems. Whether Jaune knows it or not, he put himself into a leadership position; and I'm not sure that he can handle it."

"I see what you mean." Ozpin commented. "As well as the potential for in-fighting between the other team."

"Precisely." The blonde woman continued. "The other teams are less talented, but far more stable." She turned to look at Ozpin. "Your plan may have some merit with these two Professor, they may need all the extra help they can get; especially in these early stages."

"Ah yes, this new plan of yours Ozpin." Bartholomew cut in. "I've been meaning to ask you about that." He took a quick sip from his mug. "I assume you will take a team's strengths and weaknesses into account when assigning them?

"Of course."

"Then may I give a suggestion?" Glynda cut in.

"I don't see why not."

"Team JNPR needs someone reliable and intelligent." The woman continued. "With the right support they could become quite powerful; so I think we should assign them to Uryu Ishida."

"Ishida huh?" Port replied. "A little too serious for my liking, but the kid gets top marks in everything he does."

"Agreed, he is the most mentally gifted student we have had in some time." Bartholomew added.

"And a spotless disciplinary record as well." Glynda continued. "Jaune may need all the help he can get, and working with Ishida could benefit him greatly."

Ozpin dropped into thought for a few seconds. "I agree with that, mark it down." Uryu Ishida had been the top scoring student in his class ever since freshman year; if anyone could hasten Jaunes development, it would be him.

"While we're on the topic of assigning these mentors," Port began. "I think we should go ahead and choose the one for the other team as well."

"Team…RWBY? Well let's see." The headmaster changed the images on the screen to show the four member of the new team. "Like we said before, there seems to be friction between two of the members. However, the potential of the group is quite high."

"If I remember correctly, two of them are Qrow's nieces." Glynda commented. "And the one with the white hair is Weiss Schnee, the heiress to the Schnee Dust empire."

"Odd for a girl like her to want to be a huntress." Port commented.

"Perhaps, but she seems more than capable." The blonde woman continued. "The last one is a bit of a mystery however. The large screen zoomed in on the face of a girl with a bow and long black hair. "It says her name is Blake Belladona and she is from a simple town to the east; but I'd be willing to bet there's more to it than that."

"What do you mean?" Ozpin asked.

"Call it a feeling."

"Well anyway, we should figure this one out soon." Bartholomew cut in, taking a drink from his mug. "It's getting rather late."

"Alright Professor Obleck, do you have a suggestion?" Replied the headmaster.

"There seems to be a lack of discipline and camaraderie within the group, although some of that can be expected this early on." The professor explained. "Unlike team JNPR, this group seems far more centered around straightforward combat. So I'm thinking a highly reliable individual with a focus in that area would be ideal."

"I see." Ozpin commented. "Well we all know who the student with the highest marks in martial skills is. The problem is, do you think he could manage it?"

"Martial skills…" Glynda mumbled to herself. "Wait! You don't mean Kurosaki do you?"

"Yes actually." The headmaster continued. "If we believe this team has strong combat potential that would be one way to go."

"It could work Ozpin." Bartholomew added. "My only concern is the boy couldn't last on his own team; that and his behavioral record has been…spotty."

"Spotty doesn't even begin to cover it." Glynda half shouted. "That boy is trouble." She had dealt with his attitude far too many times in the last couple of years to just let this slide. It had been a concession to let him into the program in the first place; placing him as the mentor to one of their most promising new teams was out.

"Professort Port, what do you have to say about it?" Ozpin asked to the eldest man in the room.

"Ichigo…hmmm." Port began to think. Could he handle something like this? He certainly hadn't worked out on his own team, but the current system would have him as more of an overseer. The experience could undoubtedly be positive…but if something went wrong… No. Better to not think like that. He knew the boy better than anyone else in the room, his words held a lot of weight, so he would have to be careful about what was said. He thought long and hard; this was an important question, one which could have heavy implications. His mind drifted to the time they had spent together, to the day he had first met him, to the time he took him in as a son.

FLASHBACK

Ichigo

Ichigo Kurosaki.

The pair had managed to discover the name the boy's now deceased father held in life. None of the villagers they had found knew much else besides that. The man had appeared with his son only a month or two before the attack had taken place. Apparently the father, (now known to be named Isshin) had spent his time working odd jobs in the area to pay for his rent. Not a single person brought up anything about him being a Vizard. When questioned about wether he displayed any odd behavior, most of them seemed almost insulted. Isshin had saved them from the attack; he had become a hero in their eyes.

They attempted to find someone to look after the child; but without any luck. Some of the villagers had said they would be willing to look after him, but couldn't due to the village being destroyed; most of them would have to start over from scratch. The next decision was to take him back with them to Vale, but that proved to be anything but a permanent solution. The longest he would last at any of the nearby orphanages or shelters in the city was only a few weeks. Even at such a young age, he proved to be far too much for the caretakers to handle. His wailing was incessant, his strength enough to break out of cribs and, perhaps unintentionally, terrorize his fellow toddlers.

Before too much longer there was nowhere left to turn. The boy had garnered a reputation and was feared by any and all children's homes for miles around; quite an achievement for a two year old. Professor Ozpin wasn't quite sure what to do with the child. He couldn't raise Ichigo himself, he was far too busy with his work at the academy. It wasn't until Peter Port, Ozpins partner on the day the boy had been found, decided to step in that the child found a permanent home. The elder man had been weary of the Vizard boy at first, but he had grown on him with time. Every couple of weeks, Professor Ozpin would come by and visit. The meetings never lasted for very long, just a chat to see how the boy and Peter were faring. Port never had a child of his own, so perhaps raising Ichigo was some fulfillment of that long time wish. To help him focus on this new task, he was given a lengthy leave of absence.

Not to say that the problems ceased.

In fact, with age they only seemed to get worse. The boys teeth began to grow in, the canines were decidedly pointed. The initial idea was to get them filed down, but that proved fruitless; as they would grow back seemingly overnight. At schools he was becoming a terror, demanding the other children do as he says, and smacking those who disagreed. It was more like raising a young thug than a normal child.

Sensing a potentially disastrous lack of knowledge on the horizon, Port delved into research in his free time, that is to say, whenever Ichigo wasn't causing chaos in his home. There were many legends surrounding the Vizards which could be found fairly easily, in fact they were quite the popular topic for aspiring fiction authors; a fact which gave the professor no shortage of headaches.

On one of his visits, Ozpin had brought him an old, dusty, and tattered text which he claimed might be of some use. He had been told it was an autobiography of an insane man; convinced that some monster was taking control of his body, a description fitting the classic legend of the Vizard. He had gazed through it lazily, but even with what little knowledge he had been able to accumulate, he had a suspicion that the man may not have been too crazy after all.

The book was in remarkable shape for being as old as it was; some of the dates listed having occurred some five-hundred years in the past. The book seemed to have written by someone named Shinji Hirako; and its first topic of the book was a recollection of stories from the man's past.

"When I was growing, I knew I was different. Twas' not until adulthood that I realized how different."

The man described a childhood shockingly similar to another he knew. He never knew his parents, living a life on his own in the wilderness for most of his childhood. How he survived the earlier years were still a mystery, but before long he was accepted into a nearby town.

"I found civilized life to be…boring. I couldn't help but feel unfulfilled."

He went on to describe something he called "the itch." Whenever he was made angry or upset, urges would begin to bubble up inside of him, violent urges. These feelings would only become worse with time.

"It was as if someone was telling me to harm them. Another me, wanting nothing but to maim…destroy…kill. During my time in the wilds I have no recollection of such desires, only of my will to survive against the creatures of the night."

He then explained how he came to leave the town; the result of a particularly brutal brawl between him and some local drunkards. Leaving soon after, he wandered out into the wilderness once again. After the events of that night, there was a large gap in the information the book provided; the next entry dated almost fifteen years later.

"I have returned. I now understand myself, there was ever only me. My troubles were not with monsters, but with what I am, or rather what I am not. I have made my mistakes, but what more can one expect when asking a pig to plow, or a dog to crow the morning call."

The last line struck Port like a ton of bricks. "What more can one expect when asking a pig to plow, or a dog to answer the morning call…" It was so obvious; it almost pained him to admit he had missed such a simple fact. Ichigo was not human, or at the very least not completely. It was foolish to attempt to raise and hold him to the same standards as the others. He was a being born to fight, to hunt, to eliminate the Grimm with no hesitation. Holding him in playpens was the same as caging a wild beast; instinct cried against it. His "violent" behavior as a toddler was simply his instinctual version of play, something which the other children simply were not ready for. Putting that aside, it was obvious the author of these entries must have been experiencing a similar problem to Ichigo, if not the same one entirely. If that was the case, what else didn't they know?

In an attempt to satiate the seemingly instinctual need to fight, Port began to have mock battles with the now five year old Ichigo. He gave the boy a wooden sword and told him to try and land a blow before he could. Ichigo looked up at the man with a confused look in his eyes, before grasping the small toy sword. Before long, the child took the challenge to heart and attacked the professor with gusto; swinging his sword, only to have it deflected with ease. The man in question couldn't help but be surprised at the level of coordination the boy had at his age, as he launched attack after attack. While Ichigo had no hope of actually hitting the highly skilled huntsmen, he never let up. After about fifteen minutes of straight sparring, the professor lightly tapped the boy on the head, signaling his victory. The child froze in place at the contact, apparently shocked. He looked up at the Port with a look of utmost surprise, before slinking off to his room with a blank look in his eyes. The professor watched him go with a hint of worry, Ichigo had lost, and it was obvious he didn't know how to handle it.

Or so it seemed at first. The next day, Port found himself defending himself in his parlor from a surprise attack from above. Ichigo had climbed to the top of a bookcase and leapt down when his caretaker was in range. The professor scrambled for something to defend himself with, eventually grabbing an umbrella. The two went at it once more, Ichigo on the heavy offensive, and Port with amused blocks and slow counterattacks. They fought throughout the entire room, wall to wall, over tables, and across couches. Before, once again, Port ended the battle with a light tap on the head. Grunting in frustration, the boy once again moped out of the room; leaving the Professor to chuckle at the scowl etched into his young face. Over the next few years, these mock battles would become a daily ritual; Ichigo launching a surprise attack, and Port repelling him with ease. Perhaps as an added bonus, the disciplinary problems which plagued him earlier in life began to lessen considerably.

These daily fights seemed to satisfy whatever desire had been pushing Ichigo to misbehave. His behavior in schools and in public was improving steadily, and Port no longer had to worry about complaints from other children's parents about black eyes and bruises. When not fighting, the man and his adopted son got along quite well. Meals were without incident, but completely lacking in any form of civility. The boy's stomach was akin to a sink hole, everything within a three meter radius would disappear in a matter of seconds. Port made a decent salary, so expenses were not an issue; in fact he found much of it fascinating. Where did it all go?

After his eighth birthday, Ichigo had found one of Ports textbooks on the varying known species of Grimm, and took to it almost instantly. The professor was unsure how to react when he discovered this newfound interest. Most young boys took to fairy tales about hero's saving people, but Ichigo seemed more interested in the physiology and tactics of the Grimm. But he supposed that could be expected, Ichigo was not a normal boy after all. "Tell me boy." He had said. "Do you know what you're reading about?"

"Something called the Grimm." Ichigo replied, flipping the page.

"Do you find it interesting?"

"Yes." The boy responded softly. He paused before continuing. "I know this."

"Pardon?"

"Some of the things in this book, I feel like I've seen them before." The young Vizard added, lifting up the book to show his father.

It was a picture of a Beowolf, one of the more common varieties. "I see." The professor replied. How could he have seen them before? To his knowledge, Ichigo had never seen a creature of Grimm before; as far as he knew the boy hadn't even know about them until that day. "What do you mean you've seen them before?"

"I haven't." Ichigo explained, turning the page. "It just seems familiar."

Port began to think. Ichigo sensing some sort of relationship with the Grimm wasn't entirely unexpected. If the legends were true, then he may have some of their blood coursing through his veins. He thought back to when he and Ozpin had found the boy's father, and the bone white mask. Just where would this Grimm influence appear?

Being a professor of Grimm studies, the elder huntsman wanted to see just how much Grimm-like behavior would be present in the boy. Through their fights, he had already noticed that he seemed to view him not only as a father, but as a challenge. It was akin to the mindset of a pack animal. The alpha male was in charge because he was the strongest of the group. Ichigo must view him as something similar, a person to beat to be the one in charge. Even if that was the case, there was rarely any animosity between the two. During their fights, the young Vizard would always fight to win, but never swung to kill.

These fights seem to amuse Professor Ozpin whenever he stopped by. It was common for him to take a seat and stay for the whole battle, even if it stretched on for an hour or more. Afterwards he would always give a word of encouragement to the young Vizard.

Despite the boys sheer tenacity in these fights, he lacked any form of technique, and Port, being quite a skilled huntsman, never had any real challenge from the boy. The gap between them was simply too large, that is, until the mask appeared. It had been six years since their fights had begun, and Ichigo was now eleven years old. Over time, their daily fights had grown increasingly destructive and had to be moved away from the home.

Taking a bit of a risk, the professor had decided to bring the boy along on an excursion. With age, Ichigo had only grown stronger and faster, to the point to where he surpassed what could be expected from the average full grown man. Port found it more and more difficult to deflect his attacks, and before too much longer he may even have to start using Aura in their bouts. He had called for the boy, and when he appeared, ready to fight once more; the professor held up a hand. "Today we will not be fighting one another." He explained. "Today we hunt for Grimm."

Predictably, Ichigo had been ecstatic about the change in plans. His interest with the Grimm had only grown with time, perhaps because the professor delighted in telling someone of his own grand exploits.

Port had come across information about a small pack of Beowolves in a nearby forest. It wasn't a large enough group to cause any significant problems, but it would have to be dealt with sooner or later. He had decided to take on the job in an attempt to get back in the swing of things, and bringing Ichigo along would be an added bonus. He was confident the boy could handle himself against Grimm of this level fairly easily, his ability at least on par with the average student at Signal Academy. After the two had prepared themselves, and Ichigo had been given a proper sword; they departed.

They reached the edge of the forest around mid-afternoon. If they were going to get rid of the Grimm, they would have to do it quickly. Beowolves would have a distinct advantage after nightfall. "Alright listen Ichigo." The professor began to explain. "There are a pack of Beowolves in these woods and you need to be careful…"

"Ambush predators, they hunt in packs, I know." The young Vizard answered with a smirk. "Let's get going already."

Port grinned and readied his blunderaxe. He had learned well. "Righto, let's sally forth!" The pair entered the forest side by side, searching for their prey.

They had been walking further and further into the forest for about ten minutes, before Ichigo stopped dead in his tracks. His body stiffened, and his eyes grew wide.

"Ichigo, what's wrong?" Port asked, concerned. With no warning, the young vizard bolted as if shot out of a cannon, in the direction of the deepest part of the forest. "ICHIGO!"

Keeping up with the boy became more and more difficult. There were constant shifts in his movements; becoming increasing unpredictable. A familiar sense of dread began to creep over the professor as they went deeper; a sure sign of the Grimm. That gut feeling of danger was one of the biggest signals that those of the Grimm were nearby; and it kept getting stronger. That wasn't a good sign; Beowolves shouldn't be that powerful… Suddenly, a loud bestial roar ripped through the area, chilling Port to the bone. "ICHIGO!"

With a burst of speed, He burst through the trees and into a clearing. With a gasp, he took in the sight before him. Now it should be noted, while Beowolves may not be too much of a threat on their own, a pack could be deadly. Legions of sharp teeth and razor-like claws attacking from all sides was a difficult situation, especially for someone new to fighting them. Port had been planning to take on the brunt of their forces and leave maybe one or two for Ichigo to finish off. What he was looking at now left him in a state of shock. There were almost a dozen dead Beowolves lying on the floor with varying levels of injury. Some missing limbs, some beheaded, and others with their chests seemingly caved in. It was a massacre. He looked to his left, and his mouth gaped open in surprise. There was Ichigo, his back facing the new arrival. With one arm up, he was pinning one last Beowolf up against a tree. There was an audible dripping of liquid; the beast was pissing itself. "Ichigo!" Port cried out once more, trying to bring the boy back to his senses.

The boys head turned, but it was not his face that greeted him. The once brown eyes were now a dull gold, the whites of his eyes now pitch black. His face was covered with a bone white mask in the vague shape of a skull, one red stripe visible over the right eye. Port stepped back in shock. It was so similar to his fathers all those years ago.

With a twist of his hand, there was an audible snap, never breaking eye contact with the stunned professor. He released the creature and its body slumped to the ground, its neck broken. It turned to face him completely. Outside of a few rips and tears in his jacket, the boy was almost entirely unharmed. "Ichigo?" Port half mumbled, half pleaded. What had happened to him, was this who he really was? Where was the boy who seemed so excited just a couple of minutes ago? With alarm, he realized the sense of dread in the area hadn't abated in the slightest. It hadn't belonged to the Beowolves at all, it had been Ichigo. The professor had wanted to know the extent of the Grimm's influence, and now he did.

Slowly, Ichigo raised his right hand over his face. He seemingly grasped air and ripped straight down. The mask covering his face became jet black, and without warning, seemingly dissolved into nothing. When the boy opened his eyes again, gone were the black and gold, and back were his usual brown. The young Vizard raised both his arms behind his head and grinned. "That was fun Gramps, let's do it again!"

The professor let out a great sigh of relief and slumped down to the ground, leaning up against the base of a tree. That had scared the hell out of him. He had thought the boy lost.

"Hey what's wrong? Don't tell me you're tired already."

The elder huntsman chuckled. That was still Ichigo alright, still as eager as ever. Even so, there were questions which needed to be answered. "Ichigo, why did you run off like that?"

"I sensed the Beowolves, so I attacked, duh."

"Why didn't you tell me!"

"Uh…" Ichigo began. "I dunno, I just didn't."

Port sighed. Of course he didn't; the boy had always been impulsive. "Next time, let me know before charging off by yourself!? You just about gave this old goat a heart attack!"

"Sorry." Ichigo replied with a half roll of his eyes. What was he so mad about; they came here to hunt, so he did.

"Also…" the huntsman said, beginning to stand. "That mask…" Ichigo winced at hearing the word. "Where did it come from?"

"I…uh." Ichigo began, scratching the back of his head. "I don't really know. When I sensed the Grimm nearby it just kind of happened. I felt like I was on auto-pilot for a while. My body seemed to know what to do. I felt something creep over my face and it scared me a little, but I felt such a surge of power when it did. I felt great, invincible!"

Instinct again, the professor noted. It seemed so much of the child's behavior goes back to instinct. The legends got one thing right at least; Vizards were born to hunt the Grimm. He knew very few people who could physically handle a pack of Grimm toe to toe and come out as well as Ichigo had, and he was only eleven. The potential was staggering. However one thing weighed heavily on his mind. When that mask was on, the wave of pure malevolence it issued was almost palpable; that and the sheer level of brutality on display in dispatching the pack was worrying…

"Also…" Ichigo continued. "As soon as I found them, I knew I had to do something about it." He turned to look at the elder huntsman. "There was a village not too far from here, with a pack this big; they may have attacked pretty soon. I wanted to get rid of them, but when I sensed them I just…HAD to." The young Vizard sighed. "It's like you said, our world is teeming with creatures that would love nothing more than to tear us apart." He grinned. "As far as I'm concerned we're just returning the favor."

The professor stood still in surprise for a moment before bursting out in bellowing laughter. "Right you are my boy, right you are." Maybe there wasn't too much to be worried about after all. The Grimm were the things that went bump in the night, perhaps once again the world would have a monster to bump back. He turned to leave the clearing and motioned for Ichigo to follow. "Come along now boy, we have to get back in time for supper."

"You got it Gramps." Ichigo called out, following behind. "By the way, I expect to have a shot at you when we get back."

END FLASHBACK

Yes, the mask had been rather frightening at first, but he had been able to keep it under control. Port doubted he would put those around him into any danger; in fact the opposite was more likely; charging into a dangerous situation without a second thought because others need help, just like his father. But would he be able to….

"Professor Port." A sharp call shook him from his recollection. Glynda Goodwitch was staring him down from the other side of the table. "How long are you going to sit there? I've been awaiting your answer patiently. What do you say?"

The elder huntsman shook his head and cleared his throat. "As you all know," he began. "I've spent more time with Ichigo than any of you, and as such have the best understanding of what he can and cannot do. The boy…my boy…may be a little rough around the edges. He has his problems, he is strong willed, stubborn, impulsive, and rather short tempered. But even so, in my eye he hasn't proven himself to be anything less than an outstanding huntsman. I believe he could excel if given the chance."

"It's simply to risky!" Glynda answered. "He's reckless, stubborn, and has little to no respect for authority! He hasn't attended any of the classes we've taught on Aura manipulation; which may I remind you, is a central skill to being a Huntsman."

"Ms. Goodwitch you know good and well why he never goes to those classes."

"Yes, and that brings up the most important part of this." The blonde woman continued. "A Vizard is an unknown, Kurosaki didn't work in a team because of his…unique character. While he has been shown to perform quite well in individual combat scenarios, I don't know how well he would function when responsible for a team…

"Now wait just a minute…"

"A team need I remind you that holds Qrows' two nieces and the Schnee heiress. I just cannot believe that it is an acceptable risk."

"I'm not so sure." Bartholomew added. "He has his problems, I agree with that, but in such a direct combat centered team, he makes the most sense."

"I agree, he has the most raw talent I've seen in generations." Port replied, a grin growing under his moustache. "And I can personally guarantee that any team with his assistance could handle anything thrown their way."

Glynda growled in frustration, before turning to the headmaster. "Well Ozpin, what do you have to say about this?"

The headmaster of the school looked between the faces in the room, careful to pick the best response. "I want Ichigo Kurosaki to be a part of this program we are instituting. However, I'm not sure if this is the right fit for him."

"…but Sir." Port began.

"No buts Peter." Ozpin replied swiftly. "Glynda has a solid point. This team is a potentially volatile one, with some high profile members to it. It has to be handled very carefully." Port slunk down in his chair, obviously disappointed. Ozpin looked at his watch. "It's getting rather late; I'll take the rest of these with me tonight and set up the mentors with their ideal teams." He gathered up the papers piled atop the table. "Before anything is finalized, I'll send copies to you all to look over; if you think changes are in order let me know as quickly as you can. Tomorrow we make these teams official, and put this mentor program into effect."

AN: Alright, so I may need to clear the air a bit. The majority of this chapter is focused on showing some aspects of Ichigo's childhood and emphasizing the relationships between him and some of the staff of Beacon. Port is a sort of father figure, Bartholomew is indifferent, Ozpin is more of an invested benefactor, and Glynda doesn't like him very much. I hope she doesn't come off overly bitchy. From what I got of her character, she seems to be very analytical, and it makes since to me if she is skeptical on whether or not Ichigo can be trusted.

Some people may say Ichigo is a little too powerful at his age. In the "Red Trailer", we can see Ruby mowing down hoards of the things with relative ease, and she was 15. It isn't difficult to believe that something with inhuman physical ability and an instinctual drive to hunt Grimm to be capable of a similar feat at 11.

Once again, any questions I would be glad to answer. Thanks for your support.