The city of Gemini was a beautiful sight at dawn and dusk, bathed in soft, early light. This bustling transit hub, draped in mist from the nearby sea, is alive with activity even in the tranquil morning hours. Bullheads slice through the sky, their outlines visible against the pastel shades of dawn. Ships with creaking masts and billowing sails signal their arrivals and departures. At the same time, caravans converge at the clifftops, ready to trade and share information.
The city itself is a marvel of engineering and geography. One-half clings tenaciously to the cliffs of Mistral's western coast. These cliffs are adorned with a mesh of thick cables and stone platforms, a testament to Gemini's architectural prowess. The irrigation system here is an intricate dance of channels and pipes designed to combat erosion and safeguard the city's foundation. At the top, travelers exchange stories and goods in the many taverns and hotels that offer respite. Laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses merge into the backdrop of this elevated bazaar.
For those wary of heights, Gemini might seem like an intimidating labyrinth. Vertigo-inducing bridges crisscross between the city's two halves, casting their long shadows on the water below. The other half of Gemini is perched atop a cascade of cliffs scattered across several islands. Here, nature and city coexist. Tiny birds, their feathers glistening in the morning dew, flit between nests carved into the cliffside.
A series of lifts connect the sea level with the city above. Ships, their hulls laden with goods from across the globe, dock here, their presence signaled by the resounding blare of horns. Remarkably, the ports are designed to adapt. In the event of flooding, they rise like floating palaces, ensuring that trade and life in Gemini remain uninterrupted.
It was a city you'd love to take your time exploring and seeing the sights. But not for Jaune this time.
Jaune's heartbeat echoed in his ears, almost synchronized with his footsteps on the cobblestones. The city's early morning beauty was lost on him as he urgently navigated its streets. The soft hues of dawn, the chorus of waking birds, the hushed whispers of early risers—all faded into the background as his mind raced.
He remembered the thrill of visiting Gemini for the first time, the anticipation of heading to Japan, the cultures he'd get to experience, and the challenges he'd face.
Pulling his hoodie tighter around him, he became a shadow moving swiftly among the awakening city. The hoodie, with its Pumpkin Pete's logo, was barely visible in the dim light. He glanced quickly to his sides, using the reflective surfaces of the city's tall, glass buildings to gauge if anyone was tailing him.
Qrow. That had to be him. Jaune had heard the name from Yang.
Jaune continued jogging slowly and steadily, feeling reasonably confident that he had managed to lose Qrow. He saw no immediate signs of the dusty old man pursuing him. However, unbeknownst to Jaune, Qrow kept a close eye on him.
Perched on a powerline overhead in his crow form, Qrow maintained a vigilant watch over Jaune's movements. He had learned something about tracking and keeping tabs on his target over the years, and he wasn't about to let Jaune slip away that easily.
Qrow knew he couldn't reveal his shape-shifting ability so casually. He needed to find a suitable spot to transform out of sight before attempting to apprehend Jaune. The crow observed the young man, tracking his movements from above as he went to a nearby coffee shop.
The dusty old man occasionally hopped from one power line to another, maintaining his surveillance of Jaune. He circled around the coffee shop, scrutinizing the various exits the kid could use to escape. Once he felt he had a good vantage point, Qrow landed in the alley behind the coffee shop, away from prying eyes.
With a quick and practiced transformation, Qrow returned to his human form.
Jaune sat alone at a table in the coffee shop, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands. He had already Scarfed down two breakfast sandwiches and felt he would need the fuel today. The warm beverage provided a comforting boost as he contemplated his next move.
His current location was just a short distance from the bullhead docks; he needed to head up the city to reach them. He couldn't help but entertain the thought of finding a nearby hiding spot until his uncle, Alex, woke up and their flight was ready. However, he knew he had to be cautious. Qrow was a seasoned and licensed Huntsman with access to local law enforcement and security resources. Jaune couldn't risk heading straight to the terminal; he needed to buy some time until Alex was awake and ready to assist him.
As Jaune scanned the surroundings, he noticed that the coffee shop had several exits, giving him options for a quick escape.
The bell above the door jangled as Qrow briskly entered the quaint, dimly lit cafe. Sitting at a corner table, Jaune barely lifted his gaze from his steaming cup of coffee. 'That was fast,' he thought, a hint of unease creeping into his mind. He took another sip, feigning calmness, but his heart raced like a drumbeat.
As Qrow's sharp gaze swept the room, Jaune stood up, attempting a casual stroll toward the bathrooms. But at the last moment, he veered sharply, sidestepping into the kitchen. The clatter of pans and shouts of surprised chefs filled the air as he dashed towards the back exit.
In a swift motion, Jaune popped the lid off his coffee cup, spilling its contents onto the slick floor behind him. He didn't need to look back to know he'd created an obstacle; the loud crash and Qrow's cursing were indications enough. "Fuck! Kid, stop running! You're not doing yourself any favors!" Qrow yelled, his voice laced with frustration and concern.
Ignoring the warning, Jaune burst through the alley exit, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He scanned his surroundings quickly, his eyes landing on a fire escape several feet away. With the agility and athleticism honed from his rigorous training at Ryozanpaku, Jaune sprinted towards it, his muscles tensing in preparation.
He ran up the wall, a few steps elevating him just enough to leap and grasp the edge of the fire escape's frame. His fingers latched onto the metal, cold and unyielding. Pulling himself up, he began to climb, the clatter of his footsteps on the metal stairs echoing in the narrow alley.
As he ascended, Jaune risked a glance downwards, seeing Qrow emerge into the alley, scanning for him. But he didn't stop. He climbed higher, determined and desperate, his every move a testament to his training and will to evade seasoned huntsmen like Qrow.
Finally reaching the rooftop, Jaune paused, catching his breath. The city stretched out before him; the height was dizzying. He knew he couldn't stop now. With one last look at the fire escape, he turned and sprinted across the rooftop.
Qrow's eyes narrowed as he spotted Jaune, already more than halfway up the fire escape. His instincts kicked in, propelling him forward in hot pursuit. He ran full tilt, his feet barely touching the ground as he prepared to scale the wall. But as luck, or rather his own unfortunate Semblance, would have it, disaster struck.
Just as Qrow was about to make his ascent, the rusted and aged ladder gave way under the strain. It slid down with a loud screech of metal, catching Qrow off guard. The heavy structure crashed against his skull, sending him tumbling to the ground. He landed with a thud, pain shooting through his body.
For a moment, Qrow lay there, dazed. His aura flared, absorbing the brunt of the impact, a shimmering protective layer that was the only thing between him and severe injury. Shaking off the disorientation, he quickly returned to his feet, his determination undimmed. He didn't have time to curse his luck; Jaune was getting away.
Gritting his teeth, Qrow climbed the now-stabilized ladder with a speed only professional huntsmen had. Reaching the top, he saw Jaune already sprinting across the rooftop. The kid was making a beeline for the edge of the building.
"Don't jump. Don't you dare jump; just give up!" Qrow muttered under his breath, more a plea than an expectation. His eye twitched involuntarily as he saw Jaune leap towards the next building without breaking stride. A gap that would make most hesitate seemed like a mere step for the young man.
"How fucking elaborate are we going to make this chase!" Qrow yelled, half in frustration, half in awe of Jaune's tenacity. Why the hell was this kid running like his life depended on it!
Jaune's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of his feet as they struck across the rooftop. The shouts of Qrow, growing fainter with distance, were a constant reminder of the pursuit behind him. He focused on the path ahead, forcing himself not to look down. The vertigo that came with heights was a battle, and he couldn't afford to lose focus now.
He wasn't as naturally gifted in acrobatics as Miu, but adrenaline was his greatest ally in this moment. It overpowered his fears, lending him a boldness that seemed almost surreal. With each leap to another building, Jaune felt terror and exhilaration.
As he approached the edge of the next building, he noticed it was slightly lower, part of the descending skyline. The gap looked broader and more intimidating, but there was no time for hesitation. He took a deep breath, his muscles coiling like springs, and then he jumped.
Mid-air, Jaune's stomach lurched, a gut-wrenching drop that sent a wave of nausea through him. He pushed the feeling aside, focusing on his landing. With a roll that absorbed the impact, he hit the rooftop. This maneuver had become second nature through his rigorous training. The roll was smooth and practiced, a testament to his relentless training at Ryozanpaku.
The roof was cluttered with forgotten junk. Jaune's hand shot out without breaking stride, grasping an old wooden box that lay among the debris. The wood was half-rotten, the edges crumbling, but it would serve his purpose.
In a fluid motion, Jaune pivoted on his heel, the momentum of his sprint aiding him in hurling the box upward. He aimed for the spot where Qrow's head would be in a moment, an impromptu projectile in this high-stakes chase.
The box arced through the air, its trajectory aimed to intercept Qrow. Whether it hit or not, Jaune hoped it would at least slow him down and buy him a few precious seconds.
Then, without pausing to see the result of his throw, Jaune darted forward, weaving agilely through the maze of wet laundry. Sheets and clothing fluttered around him as he ducked and dodged, using them as cover. The damp fabric brushed against his face and hands, the smell of laundry detergent briefly overwhelming the adrenaline and fear.
Qrow stumbled as he felt the wooden box shattering against his head. He began to fall just short of the edge. Reacting instinctively, Qrow reached behind his back, unfurling his scythe with a fluid, practiced motion. The weapon, an extension of his own fierce resolve, caught the edge of the building. With a grunt of effort, he used the momentum to swing himself up, narrowly avoiding a perilous fall.
Once atop the building, Qrow paused, his sharp gaze scanning the environment. The fluttering laundry created a visual cacophony, sheets, and clothing billowing in the breeze, obscuring his view.
Meanwhile, just below the ledge, Jaune clung to a window sill, his body pressed flat against the building. His breathing was controlled, barely a whisper, as he listened to Qrow's movements above.
Jaune's fingers were ablaze with a burning sensation, a test of endurance that he had become all too familiar with. The grueling hours spent at Ryozanpaku, gripping heavy jugs filled with sand and water, had prepared him for this moment. His fingers clung tenaciously to the windowsill, his knuckles white with effort.
He remained motionless, his body a mere shadow against the building, as Qrow continued his search. The sound of rustling laundry and Qrow's careful footsteps were the only indications of the hunter's presence. Jaune's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but one mantra dominated: 'Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.'
Then, in a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, Qrow stepped up to the ledge directly above him. Jaune's heart raced, his breath held in suspense. He could almost sense Qrow's gaze sweeping across the rooftops, searching, calculating.
Qrow clicked his teeth in frustration, a small sign of his irritation at the elusive prey. Finally, he leaped off to the next building, continuing his relentless pursuit.
Just as Jaune was about to exhale a silent sigh of relief, his scroll erupted into a blaring cacophony, shattering the tense quiet. Without a moment's hesitation, Jaune released his grip on the windowsill. He kicked off the wall, using the narrow alley between the buildings to slow his descent as much as possible.
His body twisted and turned in the air, a controlled fall honed by countless hours of training. He hit the ground in the alley with a roll, his body absorbing the impact as he sprang to his feet. The pain was sharp, a jolt through his system, but he pushed it aside. He had no time to dwell on it.
Jaune's voice was a mix of urgency and frustration as he spoke into the scroll, "Can't talk, being chased! Your call gave me away!" He quickly glanced over his shoulder, just in time to see Qrow employing his scythe in a breathtaking maneuver to slow his descent. The Huntsman was relentless, a force of nature in his pursuit.
"Who's chasing you?" came Alex's voice, a hint of concern lacing his tone.
"A huntsman named Qrow," Jaune shouted back, his breaths coming in quick gasps as he navigated the early morning streets.
"Be careful; his Semblance is bad luck. Literally, and he can't control it. It's a detriment to both you and him," Alex warned.
Jaune vaulted over a railing, landing in a partially constructed parking space. "Yeah, I noticed!" he replied, his tone laced with a hint of dry humor despite the dire situation. His eyes caught sight of a short piece of rebar lying among the construction materials. It wasn't a sword but better than nothing in his current predicament. He snatched it up, feeling the cold, rough metal in his grasp.
"Jaune, I'm sending you the location for the Bullhead. Our pilot is getting ready now. Your scroll has clearance to get past security. You just need to lose Qrow," Alex informed him, his voice steady and reassuring.
Jaune dashed into a lift and pressed the button, ascending a few floors. "How do I lose a professional huntsman?" he asked, the question tinged with exasperation and desperation.
Alex's response was quick and practical, "Use the environment. Alleyways, rooftops, anything that can slow him down. Be unpredictable. The Bullhead is your ticket out. Get there as fast as you can."
"Got it. I'll call you back once I—OH SHIT!" Jaune quickly hung up, narrowly avoiding the flat end of Qrow's sword that swung towards him. Reacting swiftly, Jaune pivoted and swung the rebar at Qrow, the iron rod vibrating in his hands as it clashed against the larger weapon.
Qrow observed Jaune, sizing him up, and sighed, stepping back while raising his weapon. "Why are you fighting this so much, kid? Talk to me," Qrow implored, a genuine concern in his voice. Jaune, however, remained silent, the rebar held defensively.
Qrow studied Jaune's demeanor, noting the surroundings of the construction-filled floor they were on. Scaffolding, construction equipment, and tools surrounded them. "Kid, are you being abused at home? Is that why you're fighting so hard not to go back?" Qrow questioned, attempting to understand the motivations behind Jaune's desperate escape.
Jaune shook his head, his gaze fixed on the floor. "No... I just... need to do this. I had to take my future into my own hands."
"By running away?" Qrow probed further, attempting to understand Jaune's story.
"Yes," Jaune responded resolutely. "I've met your niece and fought alongside her. I'm so far behind all my peers because my parents held me back and coddled me. And they lied to me. If I want a shot at being a Huntsman and helping people, I had to find a trainer who could push me."
Qrow's sharp eyes caught the subtle signs – the steadying of Jaune's breath, the guarded posture. The kid was ready to fight him if he needed to.
Jaune took a deep breath, the tension palpable in the air. He could feel his blood pumping, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Look... I appreciate you looking for me. But I'm fine. I'm training safely. I'm no—"
"Fine!? You were just in a Grimm-infested forest with no supervision yesterday. You could have gotten killed, kid," Qrow shot back, a mix of frustration and concern evident in his voice. Jaune gave a coy smile, "My masters taught me well."
"Masters? Is more than one person teaching you?" Qrow questioned, mentally noting that info. Jaune moved, deftly controlling his breathing as he weaved through the construction site, Qrow hot on his heels. "Wait! Damn it, not this shot again."
As Jaune maneuvered through the labyrinthine structure, he heard Qrow's approach. Seizing an opportune moment, Jaune pivoted, throwing the rebar precisely into the gears of Qrow's weapon. The makeshift weapon jammed halfway into its shift from a sword into some kind of scythe. Qrow cursed as he attempted to pry the bar out, but it was wedged in there well.
"Son of a, that's it!" Qrow suddenly tensed before he rushed past Jaune, cutting him off. His arm reaches out to grab Jaune by the collar or neck, only to blink as Jaune seems to jump, curling forward until his head slams into his face. Their auras flickered for a moment before Qrow stumbled back, his hand reactive coming up to check his nose before Jaune grabbed his hand. Stepping into grow space, he twisted the older man's hands before he pivoted, throwing him over his shoulder body, tumbling over a pallet of drywall supplies.
Jaune didn't want to test his luck any further and pivoted on his feet, beginning to sprint through the construction site; he seized a tool bag and hurled it at Qrow as he tried to get up from behind the pallet, the old man ducking before he vaulted forward in pursuit of jaune.
"fine, I didn't want to hurt you, kid, but you're not leaving me any choice!" grow shouted. The professional Huntsman was making dangerous ground on Jaune.
Jaune attempted something he hadn't done before. Breathing deeply, he adopted a technique reminiscent of water breathing, his movements becoming fluid and controlled. His legs tensed as he flowed seamlessly around the construction site, navigating with the grace of water flowing through a creek.
Jaune leaped over pallets, swiftly avoided obstacles, and weaved through the structure with newfound agility. The construction site transformed into a playground for his acrobatics, every block a stepping stone rather than a hindrance. Most importantly, he was fast enough that Qrow, burdened by the unfortunate turns of his Semblance, began to fall behind.
Qrow's Semblance manifested with a vengeance. Every step triggered a cascade of OSHA violations. Pallets teetered on lopsided surfaces, beams that weren't adequately aligned fell and smacked into him, and an open tool bag lay just in his path, causing him to trip. The construction site seemed to rebel against his pursuit, a chaotic symphony of mishaps.
To add to Qrow's woes, his weapon remained jammed by the stubborn rebar, rendering it less effective. He would need to completely dismantle the gun to fix the jam. Just his fucking luck.
Jaune was hardly doing any better; he stumbled over tools, and his hand would slip on a bag of concrete laid open, yet still, he sprinted, weaving through the construction sight.
As Jaune approached the edge of the structure, he glanced back to see Qrow grappling with the chaos, a deep breath escaping him. His newfound speed carried him to the edge, and with determination, he leaped again. However, Jaune realized too late that he should have looked before leaping. The drop-down to the next room was significant, and Jaune wasn't even sure if his aura would shield him from serious injury this time.
He plummeted, dropping one or two stories before crashing through a window. His hands instinctively came up to shield him as he rolled over a table, his body flaring with the protective energy of his aura. Jaune moved through the room, the crash echoing in the confined space. Despite the impact, he stumbled to his feet, his eyes quickly scanning his surroundings. He found himself in the hallway of what appeared to be some kind of dojo.
There was no time to question the sudden change in scenery. Jaune, ignoring the hot pain rolling through his body, immediately started running down the hallway.
Jaune's run slowed to a limp as he reached the end of the hallway, his side throbbing with pain. Glancing over his shoulder down the hall, he touched his side to check for any potential broken ribs. Wincing as his fingers brushed over the growing bruise, he reassured himself that there were no fractures or anything abnormal. Jaune looked down the hall and didn't see Qrow; he might have lost him for the moment.
Taking out his scroll, Jaune saw his aura dangerously in the red. Another fall like the one he just experienced could be catastrophic. The urgency of his situation pressed upon him. As he caught his breath, he heard several rushed footsteps coming up the hall. Jaune turned to see a young man running up the stairs, perhaps in his late 20s. There was something familiar about him. He was average height, had long hair braided into a ponytail, and wore a Mistral-styled gi.
"What's going on here?" the man shouted, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. Jaune quickly raised a hand, a gesture of apology. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to break in. I fell from the building across the street."
The man's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "That place is under construction."
"I know. I was running from someone, took a leap, and accidentally crashed into your dojo... I'm sorry again about that," Jaune explained, his tone apologetic but earnest.
The man eyed Jaune suspiciously, his scrutiny evident in his gaze. Observing Jaune's demeanor, he seemed to soften, perhaps recognizing something in how Jaune carried himself. "Why were you being chased?" he inquired, his tone demanding an explanation.
Jaune took a deep breath, ready to be transparent about his situation. "I was running from a Huntsman. I'm no thief or criminal, just trying to get to the Bullhead docks," Jaune explained, sincerity in his voice. "I have some lien on me to cover the window. Again, I'm really sorry about this."
As Jaune stood up, he gave the man another look. Recognition flickered in Jaune's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask, "...I'm sorry, have we met before? You look... familiar." The man shook his head, denying any previous encounter. "No, and just 40 lien for the window. I'm Shang Ma, head instructor of this branch of the Phoenix Alliance."
Jaune blinked at the name, a realization lighting up in his eyes. "Ma? Like Kensei Ma?" he asked, seeking confirmation.
Shang Ma's attention was immediately caught. "He's my father,"
Shang's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he questioned Jaune about his knowledge of the name. Jaune took a moment to consider his response carefully. "I met him briefly. He taught me a few things to defend myself," Jaune said, offering a half-truth. He was cautious not to reveal the location of Ryozanpaku; runaways stick together, after all.
Shang's demeanor shifted, his curiosity transforming into urgency. "Where!?" he shouted, his hands gripping Jaune's shoulders tightly. Jaune stammered, feeling the pressure of the situation. "Uh, a couple of weeks ago. We were traveling a bit by Sanctum, I think. We parted ways after that."
The tension in the air lingered as Shang processed the information. Jaune's cautious responses left much unsaid, but Shang seemed to accept the explanation for now.
Shang released Jaune's shoulders, composing himself after the brief moment of urgency. "I'm sorry about that. I haven't heard from my dad in a long time... You said you needed to get to the Bullhead docks?" Shang inquired, and Jaune nodded in confirmation as he handed Shang the lien. However, Shang shook his head. "I can get you a ride there. In the meantime, I want to see what my father taught you."
Jaune felt a shift in the atmosphere as Shang's demeanor changed. There was an intensity in the air, and Jaune suddenly sensed the man's ki building, a tangible manifestation of energy.
Jaune followed Shang further into the dojo, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. Guided onto a sparring mat, Jaune took off his shoes, a hint of concern lingering about Qrow catching up. So far, the Huntsman hadn't appeared, and Jaune hoped he had managed to elude him for the time being.
Shang assumed a low, wide stance, turning his feet at 45-degree angles. His fists were held close to his chest in a claw position, and his chin was tucked down to protect the neck. The stance exuded a sense of readiness and control. In response, Jaune adopted his more fluid stance, with his hand outstretched like a crane. His stance was firm yet fluid, reflecting his training at Ryozanpaku.
"Ready?" Shang asked, receiving a nod from Jaune. That nod was the signal Shang needed, and his attack came in swiftly. A heavy palm strike smacked into Jaune's defending arm. Jaune responded with a quick pivot, moving with the momentum of the attack to deliver a low kick. Shang met the kick before it could generate any meaningful force and stepped into June's space, an open palm sinking into June's stomach. Jaune stumbled back, raising his arm to defend against the young master's attacks. Jaune shifted his weight and was about to deliver a high kick. However, Shang swiftly slammed his foot onto Jaune's, pinning his leg down. A heavy punch sank into Jaune's stomach, sending him sprawling.
Landing on his back, Jaune sucked in air, only for Shang to already follow up. Jaune used the ground beneath him to generate leverage and kicked strongly upwards into Shang's stomach. The martial artist grinned in approval and stepped back. "That was Ma Style Senkyuu... You really did train with Dad, you are still rusty, and your form could use a lot of work. but it's clear you did train with Dad, at least for a while." Shang remarked as he helped Jaune to his feet. "Sorry for roughing you up; I had to make sure. A lot of people claim to have known pops. I can give you a ride to the Bullhead docks now if you want."
Catching his breath, Jaune nodded appreciatively."uh, thank you, I'm Jaune Jaune Arc."
"nice to meet you. How was my dad the last time you saw him?"
"well." jaune responded promptly. Shang could tell Jaune was trying to hide details.
"...you know where he is, don't you?" shang asked, and Jaune's mouth stayed silent momentarily. Before he nodded." will you tell me?"
"...No...I will not betray my master's trust. I'm sorry."
shang stared at Jaune for a moment, jaune thinking he was debating turning the boy into the police after all. Before a firm hand clasped his shoulder. Shang's face grew into a big grin.
"Thank you. I was worried the old man had given up training disciples. But I'm glad to see he's training you well."
"... you...not mad?" jaune asked hesitantly, not expecting this reaction.
Shang shook his head. "Not at all. The fact that he's inspired such loyalty in a disciple after all this time is a comfort to me, to be honest." he could see Jaune looking at him as if his confusion was only growing. "look. Dad is a grown adult; he can do what he wants. Like him, I love martial arts, so I understand why he left. Granted, Mom and Renka are still going to rip his head off. But I get it."
He wrapped his arm around Jaune's shoulder, guiding him through the building. "speaking off, we should get going before Mom finds that window. I like you, but... mom's scary when she's angry. Let dip before anyone notices."
"I thought you were the master here?"
"Mom's grandmasters. Trust me, you will talk if she wants you to talk."
"say no more, let's go." jaune said as the two young men swiftly made their way to the garage.
Qrow let out an annoyed screech as he circled around Gemini City. He had completely lost the kid. During the chase at the construction site, a cascade of scaffolding and cement bags fell, cutting him off from Jaune and creating a temporary shroud of cement dust that impaired his vision. By the time he emerged from the cement smoke and surveyed the surroundings, the kid had vanished. Qrow transformed into a crow and flew around, eventually finding the broken window, but Jaune was nowhere in sight. The kid was dangerously driven to become a huntsman, and he was making some good time if he's only been seriously training for a short time. If he did find the kid again, he would have to fight him seriously. he couldnt risk underestimating the kid again.
he did another couple fly pays before he sighed.
Glynda was never going to let him live this down.
Hello everybody! i am alive. sorry for the delay. End of the year is always hectic.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story. This is the last chapter of the first hunt storyline; after this, we will return to Ryozanpaku and Ragnorak. I'm not going to lie i had fun writing the chase scene. I kept writing and re-writing the chase scenes because of grows semblance. it was chaotic fun writing it. Next chapter will be published in January.
Well that's all i have for the moment. until next time i hope you all enjoyed and have a wonderful new years.
~Later Days~
-Wiseotaku