Four Is A Crowd
Next Stop: Beacon Academy!
Let us move back for a moment to a time before Team RSL is formed.
To the large airship which currently ferried Sieg Aschelt to Beacon Academy.
His dusty-ragged attire covered him from head-to-toe and left no hint of his flesh, his unwieldy sword — almost his size and a-half-again — along with his thick greatshield that rested on the wall, gave him a vagabond appearance which kept most other people on the ship from approaching him.
Most people, anyways.
Some loners had moved next to him; a tiny gathering of weirdos and punks it would seem to those on the outside.
He felt somewhat out of place — his dirty appearance quite obvious amongst the wide gallery — but didn't feel uncomfortable at how he was dressed nor did he felt bothered at being used as a deterrent.
'...But am I really that scary?'
The news aboard the ship's many holo-screens sauntered on about some criminal — Man-Wick something or another — and about a faunus protest before the broadcast was abruptly cut off by the appearance of a woman taking over the screens.
She was dressed fairly modestly with a white blouse, black bodice, and black skirt — broken only by her devilish purple cape and the small amount of cleavage on display. Her light-blond hair was tied back into a bun with slight asymmetry at the fore as her left softly framed her face while her right was in a curl. And her glasses did little to hide her stunning no-nonsense emerald-green eyes.
She easily drew everyone's attention as they crowded over the screens to get a closer look.
The woman greeted them, stern and sharp as she portrayed.
"Hello, my name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy that will provide you with the knowledge and training to protect our world. You have demonstrated your resolve and we expect great things from you all but it will take more than just courage to become Hunters." Her view panned across, a small congratulatory-smile on her face. "Welcome to Beacon Academy, Students."
It was perfectly timed.
Her figure disappeared, the clear view outside of the semi-circular windows left the students feeling awed at the sight.
Immense cliffs separated the towering mass of earth from the shimmering blue sea below. Despite the distance, the majestic Beacon could be easily seen — shining brightly like a lighthouse even in the day's sun — surrounded by the vast green and blue nature of the world.
Sieg adjusted his scarf, his quiet voiced muffled by his face-concealing metal mask. "So that's Beacon, huh?" He fingered around for the pendant hidden underneath his coat; he took it out, opened it up, and gazed softly. It contained a picture of himself, his little sister, and the retired Huntsman who had taken them in.
Memories from the day before trickled back.
("Sieg, do your best~!") His little sister cheered as she waved goodbye.
("Brat, don't bother comin' back till ya become a Huntsman, ya hear me?") The gruff man stated with crossed arms and a cocky smile.
He snapped the pendant shut and tucked it away.
'Don't worry, Linde, Old Man. I've fought Grimms for most of my life, so how hard can a combat-academy be?'
Author Notes
I normally don't write such short chapters but it seems like this is going to be fairly normal for this story.