The non-combative aspects of being a huntsman proved to be the easier task for Henry Jekyll. It is the fighting portion that he finds himself falling behind. Of course, being an academic himself, he was a quick study when it came to everything that concerns Remnant. The fact that they only gave him the basics of what should be common knowledge among huntsmen was definitely a plus. Any more and he would be among the fewer in number who have a vested interested in the more intellectual side of things when it came to Remnant. He could do that and do so easily. But at the moment, his priority was in being a huntsman and fitting in, the rest of it can come at his leisure.

While in the training rooms, he was tasked to combat a multitude of enemies. In this case, they were Atlas machinery. Robots armed with various weapons that were meant for two purposes here. The first was that he was being tested and so far he has proven himself to be at least average in combat ability, albeit more specialized in one-on-one combat, fitting for he was an Assassin-class though it no longer applies here, given his current manifestation as a human of Remnant. The second was to test the machines themselves. They needed a test run for these new Paladin models as they were called which meant that they needed data on how to best augment them and find where their limitations were. The most obvious here was that they were limited by the space of their terrain. Try as he might but Jekyll was in an open field against them, he would be overwhelmed by sheer firepower and their numbers. If only he were on the level of a Servant, he would have been able to do better.

As the difficulty of his training increased, he struggled harder to keep it under control. It would have been easy to simply let him be free. Jekyll could feel it whenever he finds himself being cornered and close to losing. The thought that his Master's enemies could go against such machinery left him with a desire to become stronger. A strength that he could easily obtain if he had just let himself roam free. That freedom of movement and absolute euphoria that would follow would be nothing short of cathartic if he just gave himself in. But he did not, he would always restrain himself even if the difficulty was getting too much. In fact, it was because of that restraint that he was falling behind. The time he spent in holding him back gives his opponents an opening that they exploit without fail. Many times already did Jekyll hit a wall and lost much of his aura reserves. It was still unstable and he could guess as to why that is. Aura being the soul made manifest meant that his is permanently fractured.

In-between his training sessions, he was allowed, with permission from General Ironwood, to visit Amber. She was currently in some kind of pod that was keeping her condition stable. He could read and understand the readings that were presented in the machine that kept her alive. He was made to keep his distance though as the professionals need their space to best work. Jekyll would have said that he himself was a doctor but he doubts that his degrees would mean anything here considering the places he obtained them from didn't exist in Remnant. If he wanted he would have to return to the academe once again to pursue those degrees. The thought of those simpler times from before his fateful experiment felt nostalgic and had a calming effect on him. Perhaps someday he would return to the academe and become Dr. Henry Jekyll again. As he is now though, he goes under the honorific of Mr.

Speaking of comparisons, one thing he learned about Remnant is that the people here use heavily Dust; a crystal-like substance that has a variety of uses depending on the kind of Dust that was being used. The most common one he had seen thus far were used for weaponry. Huntsmen and huntresses implementing it into their weapons to create fire, ice, thunder and many others. The other was its use in energy that fuels much of the infrastructure. Much of the Remnant seems to be reliant on Dust that alternatives to it doesn't seem to exist in this world. If there were, they were having a hard time finding a market for it.

Even in the field of medicine. While the technology seems to be advanced relative to the time period that he is from, the use of Dust in the medical field caused that old academic curiosity of his to reemerge. If he wasn't exhausted from the physical training and the mental studies that occupied his days, he would indulge his own mind in the possibility of bringing some of his own world's medicine here in Remnant. Would they be effective in the same way it did in his? Jekyll did hear once in passing that Dust prices are going up; it would make sense by now that someone must have thought of some kind of alternative or has found a demand for it. A good doctor knows that there isn't such a thing as a cure-all when it comes to medicine. Different ailments have different causes and thus require different medicinal approaches in their treatment. Jekyll shook his head. Now is not the time for him to do any of that. The most important thing that he should be doing is getting that license of being a huntsman.

The last Paladin had fallen and the data that was obtained was sent to an analyst somewhere in this facility, Atlas Academy from what he gathered. He had sparring matches with human opponents as well. He only hoped that those were professional huntsmen. It wouldn't look good if he himself became one only to lose to a bunch of students. Thankfully, most were professional huntsmen and he doesn't feel as bad when he lost to them inevitably. Qrow wasn't among them which was a little sad as he had little acquaintances here other than General Ironwood.

"Another day of hard training, Mr. Jekyll?" He was lucky that Winter was there as well. Although, he did have his suspicions as to the reason behind such familiarity from her. For once, the paranoia he feels about being discovered were founded. People of Atlas were many things in his eyes; subtlety was not one of them. The general of Atlas was obviously aware of his circumstances, a human—as far as they're concerned anyway—being brought into Remnant as a familiar. It must have been some groundbreaking discovery with grave implications on Remnant as a whole. "Your performance is well enough and the analysts are thankful for the data you could provide. They certainly weren't expecting more precise attacks that exploit the joints when developing these models."

"I think it is more that it shouldn't even come to that at all," replied Jekyll. He was still cooling down and Winter offered him a bottle of water. It is the most refreshing drink to have after intense physical activity.

"All the more praise to you, then." Winter herself had just gotten her own round of training. She had finished some hours ago. "You proved that it was possible and that they need to look into it." The truth of the matter was that Jekyll simply didn't want to prolong the fight. The longer it went on, the weaker his willpower and focus would be in holding him back.

A few more hours later, the two, after a change in clothing, went out into the city. The sun was shining but the cool breeze made it a rather refreshing day. His body was aching though from the demands of his training but that was something that he had become used to. Any damage that he did sustain was apparently healed by his aura, weak as it was and apparently below average in terms of reserves. He had aura training along with the physical combat. While the wounds were healed, there was nothing that could be done about the fatigue.

Winter was only there to play the role of bodyguard. That much he was able to figure out in the beginning. She wasn't the subtlest of individuals and the fact that she would occasionally talk to an audible Ironwood in private was suspicious enough. The times where she received a call on her scroll and the occasional glances she sent his way while he was observing whatever it was that caught his attention was hint enough. She also wasn't good at coming up with excuses.

She had to wear disguises as she accompanied him during the first few outings as well. Winter Schnee turned out to be someone of influence but considering that the Schnee Dust Company shares her name, it was obvious enough. She herself may not be part of the business but she is still associated with the family behind it, daughter specifically. As such, whenever they were outside, there were a few cameras that followed them around. There were a few news articles that circulated online already on those times when her disguises didn't do well. The white hair was far too recognizable that most of her disguises would involve covering said hair. Even when she covered herself fully while not looking like she was ready for a blizzard in a sunny day, her mannerisms and way of speaking was distinctively military. Since he was with her that one time, his presence was almost always a clue that Winter was the woman with him. In the end, Winter had dropped the use of disguises.

One image in particular really stood out. The two of them, on a bench, in a park, eating some instant noodles. Apparently it was a scandal for someone of such high stature to be consuming something that only commoners would eat. The article's words, not his. He couldn't help but laugh at it brought memories of him from before. Those of higher status are still evaluated critically no matter what world he lives in.

The truth behind it was that, during that time, Jekyll did see the familiar cover. It brought fragmented memories of a different time. He could still remember how someone else was forced to pay for it back then. Winter probably observed the nostalgia written on his face and offered to buy two, one for each of them. He didn't have any money, called lien, with him at that time. It was at that point that they sought to rest in that bench when that photo was taken. It was from someone who had kept themselves and their cameras hidden.

"You will get used to it, eventually," Winter said. "Many huntsmen and huntresses are a little like celebrities and those who are famous enough would most certainly get them."

She really didn't need to say any of that. Henry Jekyll knew first-hand what it feels like to be judged by society. The thought of something unacceptable relative to one's social status was one of the reasons he exists to begin with. Still, she doesn't have reason to think otherwise. As far as she is aware, from what he could tell, Winter wasn't part of this Secret Circle and only thinks of him as someone of importance or at least connected to an important individual.

It usually goes like this for most of his days in Atlas. He would train and fight back his own urges whenever the training course becomes too difficult. His academic studies would be going swell and it didn't take long for him to reach the level of an individual that is at least familiar with Remnant. Any lapses of knowledge can be excused as either him not brushing up his history or having been away for extended enough periods that things may have changed in terms of knowledge. With how settlements rise and fall, it certainly would mean that he doesn't always have the most up-to-date information.

His visits with Amber were often at a distance. He was lucky enough at least to have known the leading doctor behind the pods, of which there are now two. He was a gentlemanly fellow who goes by the name of Pietro Polendina. For professional reasons, he could not approach Amber as he might cause some kind of damage to the sensitive devices that were being used to keep her alive. He could understand that and it frustrates him knowing that he couldn't do anything about it. All he can do is watch over her and do what he can with this Secret Circle in the hopes that he could at least bring those who attacked her to justice.

Many more months have passed and Henry Jekyll took the exam for professional huntsmen and huntresses. On the written exam, he passed with flying colors, easily reaching among the top ten. Turns out, the things that were taught to him were all pertaining to the subject areas that were covered in the written exam. The other half, the physical exam, he still passed. While his performance there wasn't as stellar as the written exam, he still qualified enough to be considered capable. The final part came in the filling out the forms as he never had a license of a huntsman-in-training. Officially, he self-trained for the most part and took an apprenticeship under a professional huntsman.

While filling out the forms, he came across one section that was labeled as optional. Semblance Name? He thought. A power that is unique to each huntsman and huntress. While it was optional at the moment and won't be displayed on the card, they were required to update it should they discover it at some point in their career. Something that is unique to me, huh? Time passed and he still wasn't sure on what to write it down. His mind wondered and for a moment, he thought about not writing it down; it was optional after all. In the end and with a heavy heart, he wrote down the name of his semblance and listed it in the category that he thought it suited best based on the brief description given to it. What else could make him unique to others if not that? He was led to a photo booth for a photograph. The image taken was then used on his license. Eventually, he received the plastic card that indicated his status as a professional huntsman. His scroll was also updated to display the same image. It shows that he is listed as though he had come from Atlas.

"The card is on the chance that your scroll is damaged or otherwise lost," explained the employee as Jekyll received his license. "While it could still get damaged, it would be much easier to identify you with a broken license compared to a broken scroll."

As Jekyll was exiting the premises, he received a call from Dr. Polendina. "Hello, Mr. Jekyll? General Ironwood has asked for you to come to his office at your earliest convenience. He is in a middle of another call but saw to it that you would be informed as soon as possible."

"I see, doctor," he replied. "I will be there soon."

"Of course and congratulations on your being a huntsman, by the way."

When the call ended, Jekyll quickly went all the way to Ironwood's office. At this point in time, he finally had some lien which he received from the General himself. He felt like a child receiving his daily allowance whenever that would occur. Still, now more familiar with the floating city, Jekyll hailed a taxi and arrive just outside the premises. Public transportation can't enter the Academy without permission so he had to walk the rest of the way when he arrived at the gate.

Knocking on the door, he was given the permission to go inside Ironwood's office. The general appeared to have just come from a meeting with three others, one of them was Ozpin himself.

"I'll look into it Ozpin," said a faunus whose features had to be lion. With hair like that, it might as well be a lion's mane. "But you must understand that I can only do so much."

"That much is understood, Leo," Ozpin replied. "If you did receive word, contact us. We will step in if it's too much for you. Theodore?"

"The same. I'll be on the lookout on this son of Marcus Black."

With that, the call seemed to have ended for the other two. Ozpin was the only one who stayed on call. "Ah, Mr. Jekyll, glad of you to join us. Qrow has just come in with a lead on Amber's attackers."

"Has he?" Jekyll had never been more excited at any news. If it meant acting soon, he was all for it. Amber will be saved and he will do everything that he can as a proper hero.

"Not quite, I'm afraid." Ozpin shook his head apologetically. "James?"

Ironwood nodded and took his cue. "Qrow found the residency of the Black family. However, it has been burnt for what he estimates to have been months by now. While investigating, he managed to find a photograph of the man along with what we assume to be his son. The photo itself was old and is likely that the son is among those who attacked Amber. Our enemies were given a setback because of what occurred which gives us breathing space."

Jekyll nodded along. It was a lead that they could work with. The image must be outdated by now as the child must have grown up that only those really close to him would recognize on sight. They could only hope that this child of Marcus shared enough features of his father.

"He also mentioned that it is likely that the son is on prosthetics," Ironwood continued. "Qrow found remains of tool boxes and orders for metallic parts that—when put together—would most likely be prosthetics for a pair of legs that aren't his own."

"I see," Jekyll replied. "And what of Amber?"

"That I can answer for you," entered Ozpin. "We have already allocated a section in the Vault in Beacon where Amber will be safe."

"I still advise otherwise, Oz," replied Ironwood.

"It is for that reason I intend to bring Mr. Henry Jekyll along as well, old friend." He then turned to address him. "You have just recently passed your examination, correct? Congratulations are in order for a job well done, Mr. Jekyll. Not everyone is able to pass the exams even with the number of years they take studying in the Academy. They are the outliers but they are still the reason that we professors continue to improve our teaching. Back to the point, with Amber being transferred to Beacon, I see no reason to deny you joining in that regard. You certainly have been rather insistent on being with her however you can, from what I hear."

That was most probably from the reports that Winter gave the General. It must have been passed on to Ozpin at some point. While he would insist on being with Amber, his visits would not have reached the general's ears even if he tried to make it a secret. Winter was often there waiting for him when his visiting hours were over and it wouldn't surprise him if Ironwood had a few others report to him about his comings and goings. Jekyll patted his own chest in an attempt to calm the irritation that was building in his heart.

"When do I leave, then?" he asked. "If it isn't too much to ask."

It was Ironwood that answered. "In a few days' time. We will still need to prep the Bullheads and this isn't exactly something one can do easily. I have already sent the others ahead under the guise of supplies exclusively for Academy headmasters to have those pods set by the time the both of you will arrive. Not to mention the secrecy of such an operation, I have entrusted only those whose lips are tight in order to get this done." The Atlas general turned to face Ozpin and said, "I still disagree with this course of action, Oz. But if you think this is best then, I can only advise our friend here to perform his best."

"Thank you, general," Jekyll replied with a bow. "If that is all, I shall take my leave."

"Not quite yet, Mr. Jekyll." Ozpin stopped him from leaving. "I think it is best to advise you as well that you should at least prepare the application. For formalities and the official records."

That, Jekyll could understand. Whenever it comes to these sorts of things, if it was never written down, then there is no proof that it ever happened. Such was the nature of documentation and law. It was a minor thing but it was something that he still needed to do anyway. It was fair enough.

"I understand, sir," he said.

"I will look forward to seeing you soon, Mr. Jekyll," replied Ozpin. "And welcome to Beacon Academy."

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It had been many hours since the call, General James Ironwood was mostly done with the work that he needed to accomplish for the day. The rest that was still left at his desk can wait until tomorrow. As he sat in his chair to read one particular document, there was someone at the door. When he had opened it, it was Specialist Winter Schnee that entered.

"Henry Jekyll has safely boarded the Bullhead and will be headed to Vale, sir," she reported. "He should arrive there by nightfall when majority of the people of Vale will be asleep. Extra precautions have been taken that the Bullhead will take a different route to avoid any onlookers spotting it heading for Beacon."

"Good." Ironwood still doesn't agree with the course of action but at least with Jekyll around, he could rest easier knowing that someone will fuss about her. Despite the impressions that he still gets from the man, Henry Jekyll doesn't appear to have any malicious intent when he is at his calmest. Still, under the request of his old friend and for himself, he asked Winter to report anyway.

"It appears that when he is at his calmest, he is nothing more than a civilian, sir," she reported. "I find myself forgetting that he is a huntsman at all during those times. A fit civilian but a civilian nonetheless. It is his ability to grasp the non-combative lessons that proves to be most impressive."

"I see." Ironwood had wanted Winter to join in the training to get a better gauge of the man. Whenever Henry Jekyll was anxious or put through some kind of stress, Ironwood felt the need to protect himself. Like something evil or malicious would suddenly attack him. His guard was raised and he could feel his muscles tense, ready to fight. Winter was there to contrast these two aspects of the man and true enough, she too felt that need to ready herself during training.

"Most especially during high-intensity sparring sessions, sir," she said. "I observed that he was resisting something while in the middle of the training session. It was only for a moment but I have observed a strange change in parts of his body before it contorts back. He has hidden something inside himself, sir. Whatever it is, he does not wish for it to come out and is actively fighting against it."

Perhaps it was for the best. Ironwood returned to the document in his hand. On it was a copy of Henry Jekyll's registration. Being headmaster of Atlas also meant that he had access to the recorded files of all huntsmen and huntresses from Atlas. Henry Jekyll was considered to be from there. His eyes drifted to one particular section that the man had written. While huntsmen and huntresses were free to name them as they see fit, semblances were often classified under certain types as there have been different semblances that are similar enough and they were thusly archived. It wasn't a perfect system but it was being updated as their understanding of them increases. Henry Jekyll classed his own as under Bodily Modification. Semblances listed here usually pertain to things that affect bodily function, whether on themselves or unto others. But it was the name that Jekyll wrote down that caught the general's attention. In his curiosity of the man, Ironwood asked himself, what does it mean? Why would he name his semblance that way?

The file in his hand had the following information:

Name: Henry Jekyll

LN: 050186-070308-191217

Place of Issue: Atlas

Authority: Atlas Academy

Semblance Type: Bodily Modification

Semblance Name: Edward Hyde

AN: It was either that or "Dangerous Game." I chose this more for future chapters. I just looked into the sample licenses on the RWBY wiki when I noticed the six-digit numbers. The numbers are arranged by Day/Month/Year with the publication date of "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" being 05/Jan/1886, the earliest film adaptation (that I could Google) being 07/Mar/1908, and the release date of said character in FGO (according to Gamepress) being 19/Dec/2017 respectively.

On a different note, with how some semblances are similar enough (Sun and Blake's clones, for example), I'm pretty sure that there is some kind of classification system, at least for archiving purposes.