It took a few days for Sera to get back to full strength. She was still sore most of the time, but she managed to still keep up with her gym workouts and combat training with Pyrrha and Jaune.

Just like Ozpin said to do, she tried to summon up whatever power she allegedly used on the train to make everything frozen, but no luck. Back to square one, she'd thought to herself.

It was weird to tell her teams that she was being assigned on a solo assignment with a licensed huntsman, especially since it was so soon after their last one. They all wanted the details, but she didn't know anything—apart from who the huntsman was, but it was better that Ruby and Yang didn't know that yet. And ironically enough, today was the day that she was supposed to leave. To be honest, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to.

The Vytal Tournament was coming up soon, and she wanted to be back in time for it. Qrow promised their assignment wouldn't take that long, but she wasn't going to hold him to that. She wasn't sure if she'd even be able to compete in it, but she at least wanted to be there for her friends. Besides, who knows which team she'd even fight with? She highly doubted they'd let her join both teams. For one thing, the teams would be unbalanced. If she could even be allowed to fight in the tournament, another person would likely have to step down for her to take their spot.

Something slammed onto the table in front of her and made her jolt.

"Did you hear that, Sera?" someone asked.

"Huh? What?" she blinked. She and team RWBY were having a sort of sendoff meal in the cafeteria for her. Totally over the top, right?

Weiss rolled her eyes. "As attentive as always. I said it was going to be strange to not have you around for a while."

"Yeah!" Ruby agreed. "Like, who's going to annoy Weiss or Goodwitch while you're gone?"

"I'm sure someone can figure it out," she glanced between Ruby and Yang. Blake laughed quietly, hiding her smile with one hand.

Ruby chomped a bite out of a cookie she'd pulled out of seemingly nowhere. "Still, though!"

"It'll only be for a few days, Ruby," Yang said.

She crossed her arms stiffly. "I know. But after that stuff in Mountain Glenn, don't you think we should all stick together?"

The others seemed to resonate with that, as if that experience had brought them closer somehow. In a way, it did. In their experience as huntresses, that mission had been the most dangerous, by far. They'd almost died several times over, and if help hadn't come when it did, it might've actually happened.

Sera glanced at Yang with concern. When they were fighting that Neo girl on the train, Yang was nearly killed. Like, just a mere few seconds away. Ever since then, she hasn't been able to shake that moment out of her head. She was powerless to help, and if that mysterious figure hadn't shown up out of nowhere like that, Yang might very well not be sitting here today.

"Something wrong?" the blond asked.

She shook her head to snap out of it and refocused on her team. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"Was it about that mission?" Blake asked, and she nodded in response.

Sera had been drowning out the general loudness of the cafeteria, but now, the noise was deafening. It was almost too much, and she wanted to leave. What was going on with her?

"That wasn't good for any of us, but at least it all ended up okay, right?" Yang said, taking a bite out of an apple.

"We almost died!" Weiss said.

"But we didn't," Yang took another bite of the apple.

Sera frowned and picked at her food with a fork. Something just felt off with her. After every other endeavor they'd had, she was the one celebrating the most. But after Mountain Glenn, things felt more… serious. Grounded.

Blake seemed to notice that she was behaving differently, but she didn't say anything. She knew a thing or two about going through traumatic events, and she knew better than to say anything in front of everyone. Plus, Blake was the only one that knew her secret, and she didn't want to accidentally draw too much attention to the amnesiac.

Sera mindlessly picked at her food, spinning her fork in a pile of spaghetti. She was supposed to leave with Qrow within the next hour and was practically counting the seconds until she'd have to leave her team.

Team JNPR was at a table near theirs and Sera wished there was time to squeeze in another practice session with Pyrrha. Over the last month, she's grown a lot with her swordplay and battle instincts, but she knows there was a lot of room for improvement. However, she is able to keep up with Pyrrha now—for the most part.

She'd spaced out for too long. Her team was starting to leave, and she hadn't noticed until they were on their feet. Sera hurriedly grabbed her things and plate, then went after her friends. After the five of them threw their trash away, they seemed to be heading back towards the dorm. Sera trailed close behind them, but mostly didn't listen to whatever conversation they were making. She was thinking about what she should expect on this upcoming assignment… even if she had no idea what to expect.

"Hey," someone said quietly, and she looked over to see Blake beside her. She looked concerned, which was surprising since Blake usually shows little to no emotion. "Are you okay?"

She straightened herself. "Always. Why?"

"Just checking," she replied. "You seem different."

Sera looked ahead to make sure the others weren't listening in. "I don't know. After the assignment to Mt. Glenn… I just feel different."

"Like things just got serious?" she asked.

She nodded. They turned a corner and had to squeeze through a crowd of students heading to class.

Blake talked quieter so that only Sera could hear her. "That's what it was like for me after the first time we fought Torchwick. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah," Sera replied, memories of trying to find Blake in Vale playing through her hair. "That was a fun time," she said sarcastically.

The Faunus smirked. "Exactly. Whatever it is, don't let it get you too down, okay? You guys were there for me, so it's only fair I try to return the favor."

She shrugged. "I'll try. Thanks, Blake."

Blake nodded. "Also," she nearly whispered. "Have you given any thought to telling the others, you know?"

"A little," she said. "I want to. I just don't know when… or how."

"Well… Don't let it be too late, right?"

Sera glanced at their team again. She had no idea when she'd tell her team her secret. Maybe she should talk to Qrow about it when she gets the chance. "Yeah, okay. I'll think about it."

"Good," she nodded. "You know they'll support you."

"Except for maybe Weiss," she smirked.

"Huh?" Weiss turned her head upon hearing her name.

"Definitely," Blake gave a small grin.

"What are you two saying about me?" the heiress demanded.

"Nothing, Weiss," Sera said, rolling her eyes playfully.

Finally, they reached the dorm, and it was time for Sera to pack her things. The others watched her, not even speaking while their teammate pack a bag. The silence was deafening.

"Who is this assignment even with?" Yang asked.

Sera froze in the middle of putting a shirt into her bag, her eyes staring at the violet cloth in her hand. "A huntsman."

"Well, duh," Yang replied. "Like, who though?"

"I don't know," she lied. "Ozpin wouldn't say."

"Hmph, that's weird," Ruby crossed her arms. "Why would he not tell you who you're going on a dangerous mission with?"

"Who knows?" Weiss said. "He's not exactly the most transparent individual."

"Ain't that the truth," Sera thought to herself. She finished packing her things and zipped her bag closed. It wasn't much—just some clothes and other things she might want or need. She rose to her full height and slung the bag over her shoulder.

"Well, it's almost time," she said.

"So, what, now you just leave for a week and leave us here?" Ruby asked. "And we have to just keep going to class?! How lame is that!"

"We need to go to class, Ruby," Weiss rolled her eyes.

"Ugh! Lame."

"Besides," Sera adjusted the strap on her shoulder. "It won't be for a week. This assignment really should just be a few days. What it's going to be? No idea. Big Grimm? Civilian uprising? White Fang hideout again? Who knows? Not me," she said rather irritably.

"It'll be okay, though!" Ruby said. "You'll just get to do some super cool stuff with a huntsman! Besides, you'll technically be more experienced than a lot of other students after it."

"That was strangely well said, Ruby," Yang noted.

"I'm smart!" Ruby said defensively.

"When?" Weiss muttered under her breath.

"You-!" the team leader retorted.

"Don't start, you two," Yang yanked Ruby's hood back before she could jump at Weiss. "Our friend's about to leave on a top-secret mission, and you want to send her off by getting into a fight?"

"Fiiine," Ruby groaned. She cleared her throat and stood up straight after Yang let go of her hood. As if on cue, Sera's scroll buzzed, and she pulled it out to check its screen. Sure enough, it was a message from Qrow asking when she'd be at the airship docks.

"It's time," Blake put together.

"Yeah," she pocketed her scroll and adjusted the strap of her bag.

"Why are you acting so down?" Yang asked. "It'll be fine! Just have fun and kick some butt!"

"Always," she raised her fist as a sort of salute before heading for the door. The huntress tried for her trademark grin and opened the door. "By time I get back, I'll be able to take on all of you," she said jokingly.

"As if," Weiss scoffed.

"Yeah, you'll probably only be able to take down Weiss," Ruby said.

The heiress rolled her eyes. Yang cracked a grin and winked at Sera. Blake met her eyes and tried for a reassuring smile. Ruby just waved at her and gave a big smile.

Sera smirked and opened the door, giving one last two-fingered salute before leaving her team in their dorm room. She closed the door and sighed, resting her forehead against the wall.

She needed a vacation.

. . .

Sera grabbed the gear from her locker and hurried to the airship docks to meet Qrow. Carrying three weapons and a bag full of stuff was a bit heavier than she thought it'd be, but she wasn't too bothered. If they have to do a bunch of walking, she'd at least get a workout from carrying her gear. It was the little things.

Qrow Branwen was waiting for her. He leaned onto the side of an airship with his flask in hand. He looked up when the sound of Sera's footsteps reached him and tucked his flask away. "Finally," he said. "I was starting to think you'd chickened out, Snowball."

"You wish, old man," she threw her bag at him. He caught it with ease and smirked before throwing it inside of the airship.

"So, that's your fancy new weapon?" he nodded at the collapsed guitar sticking out from behind her.

Funnily enough, she found that Janis had added an additional function to the guitar. By hitting a button, she could collapse the weapon into a smaller form and attach it to the back of her belt, much like how Ruby stores Crescent Rose. The sides of the guitar's body and neck collapse inwards until only the center of the body remained. How the guitar's strings collapsed also, she wasn't sure. She just chalked it up to advanced engineering.

"Sure is," she took it from behind her and hit the button on its side, then prepared herself while the instrument expanded to its full size in her hands.

Qrow whistled, almost impressed. "And you're just going to carry three weapons on you all the time?"

She transformed the guitar back into its collapsed form and put it on her belt. "Why not? I'll be versatile and stuff."

"Whatever you say, kid," he scoffed. "Come on, we're already late." Qrow boarded the airship.

"Late for what?" she climbed up after him and shut the door to the airship behind her.

Qrow banged on the wall of the airship, then Sera saw someone in the pilot's seat raise their open hand and ball it into a fist. The airship rumbled to life, and Sera had about five seconds to sit down before they lifted into the air. Qrow didn't even bother strapping himself him. He just pulled his flask out and took a swig before looking at the white-haired girl with careful eyes.

"We're meeting someone in a village to debrief us on the Grimm we're hunting," he said simply.

"So we are after a Grimm," she leaned back. The airship rocketed across the sky, making her jolt from the sudden movement.

"Yeah?" Qrow blinked. "What else would we be after?"

"I don't know!" she threw her hands into the air. "No one told me anything!"

"Fair enough," the huntsman chuckled. "Ozpin has always played things close to his chest. Yeah, we're on a good ol' hunting trip for some Grimm that's terrorizing the countryside."

"And this is all just to test my abilities?"

Qrow shrugged. "Pretty much. 'Sposed to gauge how far along you've come in your training."

"Uh-huh," she crossed her arms. "Haven't you all been watching me since like, ever?"

"Well, yes," he chuckled. "But it's different to watch in person, you know? I don't know if you know this, but I do have a bit of experience with combat knowledge," he said sarcastically.

"Oh, shut it," she scoffed. "Where are we heading?"

The huntsman smirked. "South. That village is called Tseldora."

Sera blinked. The airship hit some turbulence and she had to grab onto her seat to keep still. "Is that name supposed to have some meaning?"

He shrugged. "It is if you know any local legends. Supposedly, years ago, some ancient hero defeated a great monster near Tseldora. Something about an evil king and a princess, but the hero killed the monster and founded the village. This was before the Great War, too."

A mental gear seemed to click in her head as she listened to Qrow talk. She found the story interesting, but something seemed strangely… familiar.

"Huh," she thought aloud. "And what happened with the hero?"

"Who knows?" he shrugged. "Lived happily ever after and all that. It's a legend, snowball. If I could remember the whole story, I'd `tell you more."

"What about the monster then?"

"Apparently it was some sort of huge bull man, but no one is really certain. The nerds in Atlas could probably tell you," the huntsman said.

Sera laughed and leaned against her seat. "You think we're going to fight some big bull guy when we get there?"

He shrugged. "Heh, maybe. Who knows? But from what we know already, I kind of doubt it. Reports from the village suggest something different, so I don't think we're fighting a legend any time soon."

"Well, crap," she crossed her arms. "I was kinda hoping I'd get to wrestle the bull man."

Qrow smirked and leaned back. "You never know. Maybe its hiding somewhere. Despite that last mission of yours, you sure are ready to jump back into the action, kid."

Sera looked to the side silently and stared at the wall. After an uncomfortable amount of silence passed, Qrow shifted in place. "Jeez, kid—I didn't mean to make you feel bad."

"It's not that," she looked at him. "It's just… that assignment went bad and I was just so out of control and…" she trailed off. She hadn't really talked about anything like this before, so she wasn't really sure how to go about doing it.

"It's okay," Qrow said. "That happens more than you think on dangerous missions. It's part of being a huntsman. So, you know what you do when you're not in control and shit's going sideways? You stay calm, trust your team, and wing it."

"Wing it?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Of course," he folded his arms behind his back. "That's what I always do, and everything works out in the end… usually."

Sera shifted uncomfortably. "…Yang almost died."

"What?" the huntsman looked at her, more than a little alarmed.

Reluctantly, she recounted the events of the fight with Neo. She forgot that Qrow wasn't in Ozpin's office when she was retelling her story to the headmaster. When she got to the part where she was on the ground, helpless, and the mysterious figure in red had shown up, Qrow's eyes lit up as if he knew something she didn't. She was used to that look from him and the other professors, so she didn't ask. Once she was finished, Qrow sat back and ran his fingers through his tousled hair.

"Jeez. Ozpin left that out of what he told me," he said slightly irritably.

"He does that a lot, huh?" she asked.

Qrow chuckled. "At least she's still okay, that's what matters. I told you to look after my nieces, and that's what you've been doing."

"If it wasn't for that person in red, she probably would've died," she said distastefully.

"But she didn't," the huntsman said. "So don't beat yourself up. That's not going to do anyone any good. Just relax and focus on how you can improve so that doesn't happen again, like figuring out how to use your semblance," he suggested.

"…That would probably help."

"Exactly," he said smugly. "Which brings us to why you're here in the first place. We're going to work on regulating your aura to fully bring it out, then we can go from there."

"But Ren and Blake have already tried to help me use my semblance, and nothing helped," she said.

"I don't know who Ren and Blake are, but I probably know more about this sort of thing than they do," he shrugged. "We'll see when we get there."

Sera rolled her eyes. "And how long are we supposed to be away from the school on this 'mission?'" she used quotations with her fingers.

"However long it takes to slay this Grimm," Qrow said. "Fortunately, there will be plenty of time when we're not tracking the thing. But we've still got a while of flying to go, so I'd get some rest if I were you," he leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and dipped his head.

Sera sighed quietly and did the same, closing her eyes. She focused on the steady hum of the airship and allowed its movement to rock her until she drifted off to sleep.

Like usual, she dreamt of fog and darkness. Her bodiless consciousness drifted along and allowed her to reflect on what Qrow had said.

She still wasn't sure why the story of the hero and bull man had sounded so familiar to her. A Grimm that resembled a humanoid bull? She wasn't sure if that even existed in Remnant. Then again, it was only a story. But still…

Fortunately, she didn't have to think about it for very long. She was in the middle of mentally replaying an episode of Red vs. Blue when she was pulled out of the fog in an instant and brought back to the airship.

Qrow let go of her shoulder and sighed. "Finally. Starting to think you weren't ever going to wake up."

Sera rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms. "We're there already?"

"You got it, kid," the huntsman grabbed his pack from the floor. The pilot of the airship was watching them patiently, but Sera could tell he was ready to get back to Vale. She grabbed her things and followed Qrow off the airship and into bright sunlight. She winced at the blinding light then put her sunglasses on to shield herself from the sun.

The airship touched down at the edge of a large village made of white stone buildings that looked older than Beacon. Residents came out to see what all the noise was, but they mostly didn't seem to care about their presence. Some watched them warily, as if they were skeptical of outsiders or they just knew why they the huntsmen were there. Once she and Qrow were a safe distance away, the Bullhead lifted into the air and blasted through the sky.

"All right," Qrow shoved his hands into his pockets. "Let's get a drink."

. . .

Qrow found the local bar immediately. It was built like a saloon from old movies but much cleaner. The place was mostly empty, save for a few people sitting at a few of the scattered round stone tables.

The two of them strolled up to the bar and took a seat. Sera wanted to mention that now wasn't really the time to get a drink since they'd only just gotten there, but she knew there was another reason to go to the bar in a situation like this—information. Of course, that was a common movie trope that she's noticed, but it wasn't entirely wrong. Places like this were a good source of local information, especially in a village like this.

She raised her sunglasses to rest on her forehead and tapped her fingers against the bar. Finally, the bartender came over to check on them. He was a fairly slim guy with a scraggly beard and kind eyes.

"What can I get you?" he leaned onto the bar, his eyes scanning the two of them. "Let me guess—huntsmen?"

"Yeah," Qrow said. "Whiskey. Doesn't matter how good it is," he put a coin on the bar. Once the bartender pulled out a glass and a bottle of dark brown liquid, Qrow continued. "We're here about your Grimm problem."

"Ah," the bartender poured whisky into the empty glass. "That. Good luck, several wannabe heroes have already tried to fight it off and haven't come back."

"Wannabe heroes?" Sera asked.

"Uh-huh," he slid the glass to Qrow. "Kids who want to live out the local legend of slaying a monster terrorizing the town. Bunch of idiots," he scoffed.

Qrow cleared his throat after taking a sip of his liquor. "Any idea where we should look?"

"I'd try up by the mountain pass," he shrugged. "I think that's where all the others went."

"What is it, though?" she asked with interest.

"We don't know," the bartender admitted. "It comes down here at night to terrorize the villagers. Sometimes people go missing," he said bitterly.

"You lost someone?" Qrow surmised.

The bartender took out a rag and carelessly wiped the bar. "That's not what you're here for, so don't worry about it."

"All right," Qrow relented. "Sorry I asked."

"Eh," the bartender shrugged. "We don't expect huntsmen to care about our little problems."

Sera frowned slightly. Apparently, some people didn't care too much for huntsmen outside of the city.

"What about you?" the bartender asked her. "Can I get you something to drink?"

She blinked. "Uh, sure. Do you have any People Like Grapes?"

"The soda?"

She nodded.

The bartender quirked an eyebrow and reached in a refrigerator behind him, pulling out a glass bottle of amethyst-colored liquid and setting it in front of the huntress.

"Thank you," she popped the lid and took a sip, exhaling at the flavor of her favorite drink.

Qrow glanced at her and downed the rest of his whiskey before sliding out of the stool. "Thanks for the information," he tossed a few more coins onto the bar. The bartender nodded in thanks and raised two fingers as a goodbye. Sera looked between Qrow and the bottle in front of her, then snatched her drink before going after the elder huntsmen. She said a quick goodbye to the bartender and hurried towards the exit. They stepped out into bright sunlight, so she flipped her sunglasses down in front of her eyes.

"Well, that was illuminating, huh?" she took a drink of her soda.

Qrow stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled down the stone street. "It was, actually. Now we know where to look for the thing. At least, we have an idea."

"So, what now?" she adjusted the strap of the bag on her shoulder.

"We find somewhere to hold up while we're in town," he scanned the buildings for signs of where an inn might be.

"Why don't we go after the Grimm?" she asked, a little impatient.

"Because," the huntsman looked over at her while they walked. "We're probably going to be here for a few days, so we need somewhere to stay."

She exhaled.

"Kid, you have to learn how to be patient," the huntsman said. "'Cause if I'm being honest, you're not making the best impression as a huntress. Just relax, this is all part of the process. You can't run full throttle all the time, you need to rest on hunts like these."

"I know. Sorry," her shoulders slumped. "I'm just ready to get back to Beacon. I've never, like, been away from my friends there, y'know? Ever since waking up in Forever Fall, I've been with your nieces and the others."

"I get it," Qrow shrugged. "I'm glad you're getting along so well with them. I knew you would, but you've really gotten attached, huh?"

"The others, too," her face reddened. "Like Pyrrha and Jaune on team JNPR. Blake isn't too bad either, but she's really quiet and keeps to herself. And, uh, she's the only one who knows my secret."

"Really?" Qrow said with interest. "What made you want to tell her?"

"Long story," she said. "Basically, she figured out that I was lying about something with my past and confronted me about it, so I told her the truth to calm things down."

"Smart move," he nodded. Then his eyes perked up when he saw a sign hanging from a building that read inn. "There," he said. "Tell me more about it after we get a room."

"Sure," she gave a nod. She didn't mind that she had to wait a bit longer to tell Qrow what she's been waiting to talk about—she didn't want to discuss it out in the open anyway.

The two of them entered the inn and Sera was taken aback by how nice it actually was. Sconces on the wall kept the building lit and a few people that looked like travelers milled around inside. Qrow walked right up to the front desk and asked about getting them a room. Fortunately, there was one available with two beds. Unfortunately, it was the only room, and Sera wasn't entirely sure how she felt about sharing it with Qrow. She was almost positive that it would be okay, but still.

The travelers eyed them when they thought they weren't looking, as if they knew that the presence of huntsmen meant there was inevitable danger. Like jeez, they're there to fix the town's problem, so why the stares?

They went to their rented room to give it a once over before proceeding with their business. Sera was glad to take her gear off of her and have a chance to rest, but she was still ready to find that Grimm. They only had a few hours of daylight left, so if they were going to do something, they should get to it.

Qrow unzipped his bag and pulled out a long strip of thick cloth. "Here," he tossed it at Sera and caught her in the side of the head.

"What the-?" she grabbed the cloth and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "What's this for?"

He sat facing her at a small table in the corner of the room. "We're going to start trying to figure out your semblance."

"And how is this supposed to help?" she held up the strip.

Qrow pulled his flask out and exhaled. "It's a blindfold, kid. To help you focus."

"Oh," she looked at it. "I guess we're not going to start tracking the Grimm today, huh?"

"Bingo," he took a sip from his flask. "You're going to get a head start on your semblance, and it's going to take the rest of the night."

"Jeez," she shrugged her coat off and held the blindfold with both hands. "Okay. What do I do?"

"Sit on that bed," the huntsman pointed. "Like you're going to meditate."

"Okay," she said uncertainly.

"From what it sounds like, your semblance might be sort of silently activated. Like, not exactly a combat semblance that requires movement or other factors. If it's like we think it might be, you should be able to activate it at any time from a standstill. So, see if you can try to tap into that power," the huntsman said.

"…Okay," Sera blinked.

Qrow sighed. "Like I said—try to meditate. Clear your mind and focus as tightly as you can but relax."

"I've already tried that," she said, but she climbed onto the bed and sat with her legs crossed.

"But have you tried focusing on the moment that first made you activate it?"

"…I have not," her shoulders sagged.

"That's what I thought," Qrow chuckled. "Emotion is a powerful tool in our arsenal. It can strengthen our aura and push us past barriers that we might not have been able to breach before. You've seen Yang's semblance, right? Well, it's entirely dependent on emotion. So, maybe if you can draw out that same emotion you felt, you can make some progress."

"Uh-huh," she blinked. "Right, okay," Sera rolled her shoulders and took a deep breath. She put the blindfold to her eyes and tied it around her head, completely turning her vision dark. She closed her eyes anyway and rested her hands on her lap. She went through her usual routine when preparing to meditate—calming her mind, focusing her aura, and steadying her breathing. She imagined a single dot in her mind to focus the energy of her aura.

"Good," Qrow said, fairly impressed. "I guess those other kids really did teach you something about aura."

"Hm," she smirked.

"Now—try to remember what happened on that train and the exact emotion you were feeling."

She wanted to protest that she knew she wouldn't be able to do that, but Qrow would just tell her to try anyway. Sera took a deep breath and replayed the end of the fight with Neo in her head. She winced when Neo raised her narrow blade above Yang's chest and thrust it down. The memory of her scream reverberated through her mind, but nothing happened to her present self. At least, nothing happened besides a sense of dread overcoming her as she remembered how close she was to watching her friend die. Sera sighed heavily and allowed her shoulders to sink.

"Nothing?" Qrow asked.

The huntress shook her head and removed the blindfold. "Nothing," she confirmed, wiping her eye with the back of her hand.

"Damn," he sat back. "We'll have to keep working at it. Maybe there was something you missed on your first try. But for now, you can take a break if you want."

She shrugged with the slightest rising and falling of her shoulders. "No. No, I can keep going. Should I just try that again?"

Qrow nodded. "If you're up for it. Just remember to keep your aura focused."

"Yeah, yeah," she put the blindfold on once more. The huntress took a deep breath through her nose, then exhaled through her mouth before replaying the events on the train. She analyzed every little detail she could remember about how she felt and what she was thinking, all the while keeping her aura in check.

"Okay," she thought, focusing on the exact moment she'd felt that intensity in her mind. She ignored the stab of shock and pain when Neo was about to impale Yang and refused to let it overtake her like it had on her previous attempt. But… nothing happened.

"Still nothing," she announced.

"You'll get it," Qrow assured. "These things just take time, kid. I was almost certain you weren't going to get it on your first try."

"Would've been cool if I did though…" she murmured.

He chuckled. "If you got it on your first try, I would've quit as a huntsman. You should've seen how long it took me to realize my semblance."

Sera removed her blindfold and looked at him with curious eyes. "What is your semblance? I've never heard anyone mention it."

The huntsman's eyes widened slightly. "Ah… That'll have to wait for another time. You should focus on unlocking your own semblance first before worrying about someone else's."

"Oh, come on," she said. "What would it hurt? After seeing what cool powers Ruby and Yang have, yours has to be the ultimate semblance."

Qrow didn't speak for a count of ten seconds. He stared her with critical eyes, mentally wrestling with the decision to say anything. Just when she was sure he wouldn't tell her, Sera sighed and started to put her blindfold back on.

"It's luck," Qrow said, and she froze.

"Luck?" she blinked. "You're lucky? That's why you're a good huntsman?"

He shook his head. "Bad luck. That's why I work alone," he glanced down at his open palm. "When people get close, or are around me for too long, something bad always happens to them."

She took a minute to let that sink in, considering just how awful it would be to have that as your semblance. No wonder he drinks, the man is a walking bad omen. It's probably caused him more pain than anyone could fully comprehend.

"Hey," she said. "I think your semblance is bullshit, 'cause I've been around you, and nothing bad's happened to me."

Qrow smirked. "Maybe you're right, kid. Now, back to work."

She rolled her eyes and brought the blindfold to her face. "Fine."