Staring at his scroll, "Can I join you?" brought Winston's attention onto Velvet.

"Sure," removing his satchel bag from a chair.

Sitting down, "This an empty class for an important profession," remarked Velvet noticing Cardin sitting by himself.

"Welcome to the First Aid class," brought their attention onto Professor Peach hovering into the room, "where hunters and huntresses are considered a glory profession making healers, an important yet underappreciated profession like Atlesian soldiers without a semblance making healers a medical unit," opening her scroll, "That's why First Aid class only had less than one percent of normal hunter size class ironically where students have a higher chance of calling in sick," opening a tote bag, "Before you begin gathering the items needed for your first aid kit," holding up a ball of barbwire, "consider what type of container plastic storage bins, backpacks and zippered tote bags are all items that are suitable for use. Now add sheer bandages, butterfly closures, fabric bandages, ointment handmade if you been listening in class, latex gloves for the kinky, finger splints, tape, cold pack, first guide just in case your memory sucks, gauze pads, scissors, tweezers, flashlight, a non-mercury thermometer pain relievers, barbwire, and horseshoe nails."

"Why would we use barbwire," asked Velvet, "and horseshoe nails?"

"Stomachache," replied the smiling Professor Peach, "and secure the patient while you're cutting off their limbs," holding up a chainsaw.

Sitting at terminal at Beacon CCT tower, Weiss finished her daily checking on her mother's condition. Now time to do some research on Ying. Typing Ying and what was his full name? Tapping her index fingers, she typed Ying producing over million references. Sighing, she typed Ying and farms especially rabbit farms. Her eyebrows went up at the five hundred thousand references. Are there those who follow Ying like how he follows her, Blake, and Ruby?

Continuing her deep dive into Ying, the five people council of Atlas was doing their weekly meeting around the round table.

"After the unrest at Tartarus," said Councilwoman tenth year Camilla Mircalla, "this may embolden the bandits and the Red Claw."

"Councilwoman Mircalla is correct," replied fifteenth year Councilman Thersites Sisera, "even though the dust is flowing. Reported incidents of bandits and the Red Claw have increased."

"With the 40th Vytal Festival being held in Vale," replied fifteenth year Councilman Julies August, "Military presence may be needed."

"One shouldn't worry about bandits," said tenth year Councilman Sleet Fanu, "They're striking along the perimeter of our civilization that our military doesn't patrol while the Red Claw's brazenness."

Turning their attention to Locke Thurman, coming to the end of his second term, "We must be careful with the faunus that don't have alliance with the Red Claw," said Locke Thurman, "This why General Ironwood will be given authorization to investigate these attacks."

Entering Team RWBY's room, Weiss noticed in the right side corner of the room Blake sitting on Ying's lap.

"Certainly not, kind sir!" read Blake from The Blade of The Ninja in Love, "I am here but to clean your chambers."

"My chambers?" remarked Shinobi, "Is that all you have come here for, little one?"

"I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am a poor young busty maid."

"So you are, my dumpling of a maid with strong legs, wide hips, squeezable melons on your chest."

"You embarrass me, master! I must finish my cleaning, sir. The mistress will have my head if I do not!"

"Fear not. You are safe here with me to polish my katana."

"But it is huge! It could take me all night to polish your katana!"

"Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time."

"Blake," said Weiss, "really you're reading that trash."

"Shhh," said Ying, "She's getting to the loaf part."

"Yes, Weiss," said Blake, "I'm getting to the loaf part."

"Ying," said Weiss, "what do you remember what happened on the rabbit farm?"

Clinching his fists, he stared at the wall rocking.

"What happened to Muriel and Eustace?"

Slowly rocking, "It wasn't my fault."

Leaning close to his right ear, "Whose fault was it?"

Standing up caused Blake to fall off his lap, he walked towards the door. Noticing Ying wasn't going to open the door, Blake leaped past him. Gripping the door knob, her feet pushed causing the door to swing open.

Watching him heading towards the stairs, "Why couldn't you just let the past remain forgotten?" growled Blake running towards the stairs.

Increasing her stride, "Strange to hear a faunus talking about forgetting the past," remarked Weiss, "Besides I'm trying to learn from the past," watching Blake using her cat ears to detect Ying.

"Strange," mumbled Blake, "He's talking to someone named George."

Sadness flowed as, "I won't let you hurt them, George," entered her ears.

Sliding down the railing, Blake sprinted towards the basement door. Slam went the front door. Rose petals fell as a red blur went upstairs. The red blur returned on the first floor.

Standing behind Blake and Weiss, "What's down there?" asked Ruby leaning towards open basement door.

"I heard a noise," said Blake placing her hands on Ruby's shoulders, "How's your drawing coming?" directing Ruby towards the stairs.

Sighing, Weiss headed down the basement. Unable to find the light switch, she pressed the light button from her scroll. Searching, she found Ying with his thighs against his chest rocking back and forth with his palms pressed against his ears.

Sitting beside him, "Ying?" placing her arm on his shoulder.

"Jacques!" entered her mind.

Her mother at the edge of the stairs. Hands gripped her arms shaking her. She fell. Bouncing off the steps, her body rolled along the stair. Standing over her, Adam rolled onto her back. Black aura flowed from his body. His red eyes glowed. His rabbit ears. Rabbit ears?

Slapping the back of her neck, she stared the black smudge covering her palm.

Brushing it off her palm, "Let's go, Ying," she said standing up.

Ying followed her up the stairs.