The Arcane Craftsman

by The White Wulf

The class system was rigid. Everyone has a role. A hero fights, a noble leads, and the laborers work. But there existed a class above all others. Since the dawn of history the prestige class was filled with heroes, warriors of unparalleled might and exceptional growth. Until a laborer got stuck in a dungeon. Behold the Arcane Craftsman, the first prestige labor class.

15. Chapter 15

HEY HEY HEY! Welcome to the new year guys! I hope you all had a fantastic holiday season, I know I did. Some good news and bad news. Good news, new job is now stable so writing is easier. As usual I won't promise specific dates simply because IRL gets in the way…a lot. Bad news, Fate/Shield has proven to become something…stale for me.

I hate the idea that it might go the way of Ultimate Weapon, so I'll be giving the Shield Hero anime and manga another peruse. Hopefully that will spike it back up! However, I do want to warn all my fans regarding that series that it might go on Haitus for an undetermined amount of time.

For those of you annoyed with that, I apologize. But considering I do this all for free and simply for enjoyment…not much I can say. Not like I can quit to work on every story idea that comes my way. But enough of that small stuff, enjoy the next chapter of The Arcane Craftsman chapter 15 (The actual one!)

Fair warning, decided to go a different route than planned so this chapter is a little shorter to accommodate for my new plans forward =). Enjoy!

The Arcane Craftsman Chapter 15

Jaune was pacing on the deck, the sight of Camelot's harbour becoming closer and closer. Yang grinned as she shoulder-hugged Jaune.

"Come on, calm down buddy. Not like you've never been before, right?"

Blake stared at Yang drolly. The blonde warrior shrugged as Jaune shook her off gently.

"There are so many people I haven't seen in…forever. Agravain?"

The shadows distorted as the man stepped from the shadows.

"Yes?"

"Is grandmother still around?"

The man nodded.

"Yes. She's been oddly helpful lately."

Jaune smiled.

"Some good news. I know she and mom aren't really close."

Agravain grimaced, unseen by everyone. There was a reason for that, but it wasn't one that Agravain would disclose.

"So…any tips?"

Agravain cleared his throat as the rest of the crew began to dock.

"For the most part, you are free to act as you wish within the grounds of Camelot. Uther cannot investigate you, not without inadvertently triggering the Geiss that binds him. As I've come to learn the man has begun to experience some sickness. This is most likely from realizing that you could possibly be Artorious. Even an unconfirmed realization is affecting him now. There is zero chance he will instigate something…but it doesn't hurt to be careful."

Jaune blinked.

"Knowing you I thought I'd be escorted 24/7?"

Agravain snorted.

"Even I will not look down on the protection spells woven by mother and Merlin."

"Isn't Merlin Uther's summon though?"

Agravain sighed.

"Merlin's mystical might surpasses any known individual on the island. Uther, for all his skill as a summoner, cannot exert much control on Merlin…honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if Merlin's already prepared for someone else to bear the mana costs for his continued stay on Remnant."

Blake stared ahead.

"Wait that's possible?"

Agravain resisted the urge to roll his eyes into his skull. He wondered why it was he was the one stuck answering these questions. Thankfully Mimir was quick to take the reins, letting the dark knight shadow travel ahead of the ship.

"Oh aye lass. The power of a summoner isn't to be trifled with. One wrong move and you can summon a creature or being that would never listen to you, Class skills be damned."

Mimir grinned, pointing at his horns.

"I am one such creature, though it was less due to my power and more to do with my own mystical skills."

Mimir spun around, laughing away.

"I know every deal struck! Every story told! Every rune that has marked the page of history is mine to command! A simple summoner's binding could never hold the smartest man alive!"

Mimir's eyes locked with Ruby's causing the younger girl to laugh along with him.

"But not all summons are as personable as me nor are all bindings the same. The one who summoned me was a sickly lass, sweet too. She wanted someone to be with her till the end, to tell her of stories and experiences beyond her sickly state."

Mimir gestured to himself, a bitter sweet smile.

"I fit such a profile. She was some of the luckier ones. Most of your people's run in with demons and the like are due to the…mishandling of your summoners. Most summoners overreach themselves without proper knowledge. Hell, I've heard of several of your species attempting to bind Gods of all things!"

Jaune stilled, a sudden chill from Salem coursing through his spine. Didn't she mention something about humans summoning her in the past? It wasn't his business, but it was impressive to know that people accomplished it…even if they likely died horribly in the process. The fact that the cold thrum turned into a pleasant vibration just made Jaune more queazy.

"Isn't that dangerous?" muttered Ruby.

"Oh yes. In fact, it's so blatantly dangerous that anyone with two brain cells wouldn't even bother doing so! Summoning a God can warp reality and twist time! It's why you have those shadowlands up in the north."

Ah yes, beyond the lands of remnant lay an area so twisted in magic and shadows that it was called the shadowlands…. It was also known as The home of the Grimm.

"Is it true what the rumors say about it?" muttered Yang "that the corpses of two gods lie there?"

Mimir shrugged.

"Gods are not corporeal in the same way we are lass. Still…its entirely possible. It's also entirely possible that the Goddess of magic and trickery is the one responsible."

"I am not" whispered Salem.

"Good to know" thought Jaune "though the unending Grimm part is a bit…dangerous."

"Ah, those I am responsible for."

"…"

"You can blame your fellow humans for that particular wish."

"…fantastic" muttered Jaune.

Did he just learn that humans were responsible for the Grimm? Yes, yes he did. Was Jaune going to reveal that information? No…mainly because he was sure somewhere deep inside everyone was already well aware. After all, Remnant was abound with dungeons, gates, and summons. Yet, across all their history not a single mention of the Grim scourge was to be found on any other world.

Sometimes it sucked living on Remnant.

"Would you like to be whisked away little entertainer? I could have that arranged…"

"Wait what!?"

The cold laughter tickled Jaune's spine.

I'm sure you are all aware of Ragnarok?"

They all nodded. The event that occurred every 100 years. The Conjunction of the Spheres, Ragnarok, God day, and what else you would call it. It was a day when the friction between realms was non-existent…and Gods could walk amongst the world. The event was unpredictable regarding its time frame but the longest it has run was 4 days.

"Well, that's another reason summoners veer away from summoning Gods. Imagine that you bound a god for a single command…only to suffer their incredible wrath in death…and possibly in life during Ragnarok."

The boat stilled as it settled in the harbour. Mimir grinned.

"Bah, enough of these warnings, you kids have all come to enjoy the splendors of Camelot, allow me to be your gracious guide!"

Yang's face shriveled slightly as she mouthed the word kid. Jaune found himself staring at the numerous runes across Mimir's skull and visible skin.

Accuracy.

Remembrance.

Time.

Space.

Slow.

Freeze.

Stop.

Vigilance.

Honor.

So many runes, so little time. Jaune would have loved to continue studying the tapestry of runes on Mimir's body but…well they were on Mimir's body. As much as a forging nut as Jaune was…he wasn't going to look at wrinkly old dude to learn more.

"Would you prefer a more…feminine visage?"

Jaune swallowed at the sudden teasing tone.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

The resulting silence made Jaune almost scream. The damn goddess and her teasing ways…she was getting worse. Jaune and the others approached the plank. A certain fervor was present in the company below, a large crowd of people gathering at the edge of the harbour.

"What the?" muttered Mimir.

Agravain shoved his way through the crowd, followed by an absolute unit of a man…one that looked eerily like Jaune himself…if the boy stacked on three hundred pounds of raw muscle and grew even larger.

"Damnit Gawain! I warned you not to let anyone know! This is urgent!"

"You're a party pooper like always brother and you worry too much. Honestly, that paranoia of yours will turn your hair grey."

"You bullheaded imbecile! Uther is in that tower!"

"And any action he takes will detonate his own heart. The fool has locked himself deep within the tower for the last six hours. He's already aware of what's happening and is keeping his distance! Now buzz off, I'm here to see…ARTORIOUS!"

The legendary Knight of the Sun Gawain charged forward at the lumbering pace of a large bear. Yang's face was red as she stared at the absolute giant before her. Blake and the others all raise their eyebrows at Yang's attitude, but Jaune merely laughed and charged forward himself. Jaune was by no means short, being a solid 6'3 himself. But Gawain, as usual, towered over him at a shocking 7'5. Being lifted like a small child would always bruise Jaune's ego…but he would allow it this time.

"Little brother! It's been so long!"

Jaune grinned and opened his mouth…only to be crushed within the armor of Gawain, hugged to near death by his overzealous cousin/sibling.

"GRK!"

"You are killing him you idiot!"

Gawain grinned.

"Nay! He's a child of the sun like me! He can take it!"

"Is the sun out you dolt! He's not like you!"

Gawain blinked and looked up at the stormy clouds of Camelot. Gawain's eyes narrowed as he placed Jaune down, letting the poor man breath once more.

"It appears that I've been a tad overzealous little brother. I haven't even prepared a proper welcome for you!"

Agravain looked at his brother and was floored, watching him draw Excalibur Galantine from his storage. Everyone stopped moving, looking at the legendary S rank blade itself. Jaune was tempted…so sorely tempted to analyze the blade with observation…but considering that took mana to invoke and peer into the object…

Well, Jaune liked being unexploded.

The blade was beautiful, a wash of gold and blue. The golden hue of the metal shone and twisted like the rays of the sun, while the blue light shone eerily like runes. Jaune stilled as some alerts filled his vision.

ALERT!

Galantine, the Sword of the Sun has begun analyzing the Player! Analysis complete! The Player has a 75% compatibility rating with Excalibur Model: Galantine. The right as "Secondary User" has been granted.

Required level: 178 (Minimum)

Galantine, The Sword of the Sun (Rank: S-EX)

Enya herself requisitioned this and four other weapons from the God {REDACTED}, It's raw destructive power is nearly unrivalled. Forged in the heart of a dying star, the God of Craftsman created this weapon to be the pinnacle of sun-based destruction. Its potent might can only be wielded by those that house a special constitution. The greater the compatibility is with the blade the more synergistic energy can be applied to all attacks. When used to its fullest potential, even the land beneath your feet will not come out unscathed…nor the planet. To use this weapon properly amongst allies requires incredible physical and mystical strength. The blessings of Enya lie within its steel, granting it incredible power.

Blessings of the Sun (A): When wielded by those worthy, the light of the sun is always with you, granting you the effects of all sun-related passives permanently. The user needs not hold the blade to benefit from this effect.

Excalibur Galantine (S-EX): the signature attack of this weapon. Scorch the earth around you with incredible force, obliterating all A rank and lower beings instantly. Cooldown: dependent on the user. Inflicts Scorch on all A+ enemies and above, dealing increased damage over time and melting armor, both physical and conceptual. Damage is calculated using the STR, END, WIS, INT, and Aura count of the user. UNIQUE EFFECT: The user GAWAIN can use this ability to alter the terrain to become akin to the surface of a sun, dealing constant damage to a maximum radius of two miles for several hours and increasing all solar-based passives by 50% for the duration of the terrain.

(The Player's compatibility rating only allows the players to see two effects of this weapon!)

You have learned the following runes:

Sun

You have learned the following enchantment:

Scorch: A superior enchantment to "Burn". Scorch inflicts continuous stacks, dealing greater damage overtime as the stacks accumulate. The number of stacks that can accumulate is dependent on the grade of weaponry and enchantment used.

Player's level is too low to analyze the remaining 267 runes.

Jaune stared at the sword. The actual fuck was he looking at!? He could barely loud four runes into a single blade? How the hell was 269 runes used in conjunction on a mortal blade? Divine weapons wer known. His own mother's spear was one such weapon. But Exaclibur Galantine was not it. The methods for its construction may not have been human but it was done by mortal skill means.

"Does that mean I could reach the level of EX!? But that…That would…that would take a…"

"A god. Yes. As stubborn as they come. His work is impeccable even by divine standards. He makes it a point to craft powerful items using only mortal means. I can practically smell your desire, little Jaune."

Salem laughed at the thoughts of her contractee. He was so entertaining. The fact his pride was dented by her new nickname just made it all the sweeter for her.

"I didn't want anything from you!" screamed Jaune in his head "but if I could get the chance to learn from him!"

"I'm afraid that is one wish I cannot grant."

Jaune was impressed by the utter loathing Salem but into that sentence. She detested being open about what she couldn't do. A rare occurrence considering her own incredible might.

"It's all right" thought Jaune, watching the world around him move slowly "It was just a spur of the moment thought. I'd prefer to learn on my own."

Thinking about it made Jaune realize that while learning from the God of Craftsman would elevate his smithing to unheard of levels…there was also the fact that learning under a God was never done…mainly because the supposed divine realm they lived in obliterated non-divine existences. Salem sighed, the sound making Jaune's chest go cold.

"The issue is not the meeting. He has never once stepped foot into the divine realm, outright refuses to. The system can easily connect you to him and supply your request. It could even open a gate. The issue lies in her own temperament. His story is…depressing, even by my standards. Prometheus detests almost all forms connection. In fact, I don't think he has a single worshiper outside of the dwarves and he's content with that. I'm warning you Jaune…if you attempt to contact him, I don't think I can protect you."

"What he'll curse me?" chuckled Jaune.

"….He'll obliterate you…and there would be nothing me or Enya could do to prevent it…out of all the Gods I know…he's the most dangerous…I believe your people gave him the name Hepheastus."

"I thought Hephaestus was a joke?"

Jaune had recently learned that the God of Craftsman actually existed. A surprising piece of information. However, mentions of a craftsman god has existed in remnant before. The issue lied in the fact that no one in the labor castes wanted to believe the legends of him were real. After all, who wanted a God that barely functioned as their "Patron"? The message that sent to all Labor castes was…detestable to many, considering their own status in the world. Yet now, Jaune was learning that this Prometheus was supposedly powerful enough to axe Enya and Salem combined, crippled body be damned?

The actual hell?

"There's more to him than craftsmanship boy and Gods are not as chained to their domains and aspects as you think. Come now boy, I thought you would know better?"

Jaune shivered as he felt Salem's hand around his heart. He was pissed, thinking that the patron God of the labor caste was just ignoring them…but Jaune began to calm down and think. What if there was more to the story? Afterall, the only legend they had of this god was that he was a cripple. That he was born so ugly his own mother yeeted him into the sun just to be rid of him at birth. Time resumed as Salem retreated in full. Most were unaware of the small flower that disintegrated into nothingness from her presence.

Gawain, ignorant of Jaune's thoughts, proceeded to chuck the sword straight into the heavens, destroying the clouds above. In a display of outrageous power and control, the burst of energy obliterated every cloud in sight, leaving nothing but the blistering heat of the sun. Gawain flicked his finger down a few times, like he was flipping a switch. Jaune's swallowed thickly as he felt heat around him reduce…as if altering the very weather was something akin to a chore for this man. The worst part?

Gawain was effectively a pure melee fighter with no "apparent" skill in magic. What kind of monster were mages at his level? Yang shivered and squealed, almost swooning.

"That's so cool!"

Ruby snorted.

"You say I'm the nerd."

Ruby flinched a bit as her sister gave her the stick eye. Weiss was more impressed with the lack of mana in the environment.

"How did? Where did all the mana you use go?"

Gawain smiled at Weiss, bowing slightly.

"Hello Ms. Schnee, your sister sends her regards. As for your question, there was no mana to disperse. I used only the exact amounts needed. So long as all the mana in a spell is used, you never have to worry about things like fall-out!"

Weiss gave Gawain a shaky smile.

"I wonder if he's aware of how absurd that statement was" muttered Blake.

Nora blinked a few times, staring at Gawain's impressive stature. Nora looked at Ren and Jaune, than back at Gawain. She narrowed her eyes, wondering how much this man had to eat to even get so big.

"You want to tell him he's mistaken or something?"

Blake wisely kept her mouth shut. Gawain held his hand out, smiling at the cheers of those around him.

"Worry not everyone!" smiled Gawain "I won't keep Artori…sorry. I won't keep Jaune for long! After-all I must go the the farmer's guild and make sure we have enough rain!"

Agravain sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"This is why you plan, Gawain!"

The larger man shooed his brother away and knelt in front of Jaune. Now that their faces were so close together, one could have mistaken them for vertically disparaged twins.

"You are well?" smiled Gawain.

Jaune nodded.

"Good. I expect to hear more of these adventures that Agravain has reported to me. But we will have time later. Now, don't worry too much about Agravain's griping. As much as I love our brother, the man can be overly paranoid."

"Is it not better to be prepared?" asked Ren.

Gawain smiled at Ren, his grin shining like the sun. His entire persona was showing incredible charisma.

"Of course! But if that same thought makes you paralyzed from taking action? From living life? Then what's the point."

Gawain smiled as he fiddled with an odd strip of fabric on his belt. He smiled, lost in a memory for a time.

"Life is short, even for those of us that live for centuries…or like Baba. Old bat will never die."

"Baba is still alive!?" muttered Jaune.

A piece of bread was launched at Jaune's head so quickly, even the now B ranked being could not dodge it. Gawain also had some bread launched at him, but it simply charred to black on his head.

"Of course, I'm alive you disrespectful brats…honestly."

Mimir bowed.

"Evening my lady."

"Shut it ass kisser."

Mimir laughed jovially as the crowd parted to let an old and tiny woman slip through. She was helped along by several towns people.

"Bah! I'm fine. Barely even 900 years old."

Jaune sighed as he watched the rest of his guild shit bricks.

"WAIT WHAT!?"

"She won't' answer any questions regarding her long life" warned Jaune.

"I'm sorry but WHAT!?"

Baba approached Jaune and tapped his chest with her walking stick…a stick that was nearly twice as tall as she was, the short 3'9 dwarf. Baba looked at Jaune with her golden eyes, studying the man's face.

"….I wouldn't forget a soul like yours" muttered Baba "welcome back little dragon, it's been sometime."

Jaune smiled, his eyes watering a bit.

"It's good to see you Baba."

"Bah, you humans are all so emotional!"

Baba barely moved…but than slowly hugged Jaune anway.

"Fine I'll hug you. You and that stupid face. You're like a puppy."

The grumpy dwarf grunted as she fished into her pouch, pulling out an entire tray of cookies from the impossibly small space. Weiss stared at the pouch.

"Is that a?"

"Yes" grunted Baba "and no you can't have it."

Weiss rolled her eyes.

"That's not what I was going to say."

Weiss stilled as the old woman's eyes bore into her. It felt as if her entire being was being deconstructed and put back together…it was than that Weiss and the others noticed something important. There was no name or class above Baba's head.

"What the?" muttered Weiss.

Pyrrha closed her mouth.

"She's been anxed!?

The process that happened to Jaune, the one that he needed to be reblessed to achieve his name and class back. Here was the first person they've ever seen that was completely bare of any name or class.

"Yea and what's it to you cow tits?"

Pyrrha covered her chest and frowned. Blake narrowed her eyes.

"That was rude."

"Bite me pussy. Honestly the whole lot of ya need thicker skin. Why you surround yourself with pansies little dragon I'll never understand. Here, a cookie."

Ruby went to grab on but had her hand slapped by Baba's staff.

"None for you!"

Jaune grinned as he ate the impossibly delicious cookie.

"Thank you Baba."

The old crone's face never shifted an ounce, but Jaune knew she appreciated the thanks. Baba turned to Ruby and was assaulted by the absolutely devastated look on her face. Baba rolled her eyes and chucked a cookie at Ruby. She then turned to Jaune.

"Jaune huh….could have been named better."

"Like what?"

"John! That's a better name, why the fancy spelling for the same damn name?"

"It means Yellow in ancient Valish."

"It could mean shit in basic dwarven! A shit name's a shit name. Now Artorious….ahhh…that was a name."

Baba seemed to retreat in her memories, remembering a dashing and handsome blue haired knight.

"Ah, Artorious really was something else. You bore his name well little dragon…I know that you have things you need to do at the tower, you all do, but please visit the Percival girl before you go? She's missed you deeply."

Jaune frowned heavily. He was then struck on the skull. HARD.

"GAH! HOW THE FUC-"

WHACK.

Jaune's eyes near bugged out of his skull as he stared into the teetering edge of unconsciousness.

"Buuuuh" he grunted.

"Watch your language you little shit. Dindrane doesn't blame you for Uther's actions. So, stop being a dumbshit and visit the poor girl! Honestly all this drama!? You're like that retarded grandmother of yours, constantly blaming others for the actions of that dipshit Uther. Not your fault you look identical to her husband. Yeesh."

The people of Camelot seemed wellversed with Baba's character, all of them laughing away at the suborn dwarf.

"That's Baba for you" muttered one woman.

"Stubborn dwarf is the scariest thing on this island, hands down."

Baba preened at the saying but then looked at Jaune's still recovering state.

"Oh for the love of, here!"

Green light emanated from Baba's hands, healing Jaune. He shook his head, ignoring the snorting laughter from Gawain's retreating form.

"Don't think I forgot about you! You may be a lumbering Giant, but my staff can still lodge itself into your ass!"

Gawain's form disappeared faster than Nora ate pancakes.

"Honestly."

Weiss stared at the blatant use of healing magic, an absurd rarity outside the tower of Atlas.

"You're a healer?" asked Weiss.

"Fuck no" said Baba.

A stomp of her staff and swirling balls of mystical energy surrounded her. Fire, Wind, Earth, Water, Lightning, A mass of darkness, and an orb of green pleasant energy.

"Archmage missy. Once rode with Artorious back in the day….ahh those were the times."

Baba stretched her back and grunted as a loud thundering crack echoed.

"That's about it for the day, old Baba needs her nap."

Before the old lady dwarf could move, one of the villagers went to help her. The smile on her face was bright even as Baba cussed her out for helping.

"Ahh…good old Baba" muttered Jaune, rubbing his skull.

"She's very…."

"Batty" supplied Nora.

"Rude" stated Pyrra.

"Yes, those," said Yang.

"Old Baba has been here since Camelot became something more" muttered Mimir "she's younger than me, but she's living history that one. Many of the great catastrophes that have been avoided in Camelot were done so by her hand. I believe she's a Grand Sorceress, though she likes to fool others into thinking she's an Archmage."

"That's a rare title to obtain even for humans" muttered Weiss.

"Ah no lass. I meant that her class is the Grand Sorceress."

Everyone stilled.

"She's a grand. An actual living Grand?" muttered Weiss, staring at the back of the impossible. Mimir stared at the girl, wondering why she thought there wasn't others, but decided against informing her otherwise.

"Oh aye. Old and barely having a fraction of her power. Supposedly she can regain her incredible power but…there would be a cost. She spends most of her time healing people believe it or not. As crabby as that woman is, there is none on the island that works harder than her. She is loved by the people for her service. To be frank a lot of people want to do more for her in her golden years…which is precisely what she hates. Hence she's crabby all the time."

Yang turned back to Jaune and smiled. The boy was surrounded by villagers, many of whom Jaune seemed to know.

"I think it was the right decision to come here," said Yang.

Weiss smiled as a series of circles went around her arm.

"Quite. I just received word from my sister that my father is away for the next few months in Vacuo."

Yang stared at Weiss's excited face.

"That's…that's a good thing."

Weiss turned to her and smiled brightly.

"Oh it's the best. It means that we can stay at the Mr. Watt's home instead. My mother will be happy to have us. Having an Archmage on our side will do wonders."

"Your mom's the Archmage?"

"No, her boyfriend is."

"Who's the boyfriend?"

"Mr. Watts, obviously."

"Ah divorce" muttered Yang.

She thought she had said that quietly, but Weiss seemed unbothered.

"Oh no my mother and father are still married."

Yang stared at Weiss who was busy typing away at her magic circles, the symbols something Yang never bothered to learn.

"….Mages are weird."

"Tell me about it."

Yang nearly jumped out of her body at the sound of Blake beside her, the form of the assassin clouded in her passive.

"GODS DAMN IT BLAKE!"

Pyrrha smiled as she watched Jaune. The smile he wore made her heart warm a little. She frowned slightly as Nora's nose hit her cheek. She could literally feel Nora's smile expand.

"….um….yes Nora?"

"Yooooouuu liiiike him."

Pyrrha blinked and stared at Nora.

"….and?" asked Pyrrha.

Nora pouted.

"Party pooper. You're supposed to deny it and act all squirmy."

"Like you? Perhaps you should tell Ren you like him?"

Pyrrha's smirk was broad as she watches Nora squirm into herself, the poor girl's face a bright and hilarious pink.

"WAAAHHH…NAAHHH not the two of us! We're just buds!"

Even Ren, who was not a foot beside her stared at Nora with an uninterested gaze. Nora was off to her own world as Pyrrha gave Ren a sympathetic gaze.

"It's of no concern" stated Ren "she'll be ready when she's ready…though her childness about our relationship is…odd."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, just…something I need to think about."

Nora's wiggling stopped as she rejoined reality.

"Well Pyrrha's got time at least! Jaune's not going anywhere. So you can plan and-"

"Jaune?"

The crowd went quiet as a beautiful young woman with orange hair, her bangs coloured teal. Above her head was the name Katherine and the class Vocalist, a pale green colour.

"…Kat" whispered Jaune.

Pyrrha's calm face slightly cracked as watched this random woman and Jaune have a moment.

"…..Uh oh" muttered Nora.

END!

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