A/N: No Character is Owned by me.

Chapter 4

"I need the report, Sienna. How's the progress?" My calls with Sienna had become a regular fixture over the past few months. While I managed logistics and planning from the shadows, she handled the day-to-day operations. Though she might view our relationship as more balanced, she had effectively become my subordinate.

"The last batch of weapons you supplied was crucial. We managed to hold some key positions," she reported, her voice steady. Thanks to my relationship with Watts, I'd been secretly able to reroute some Atlas military arms to the White Fang.

"But…" Sienna hesitated.

"But what, Sienna?" I pressed, my tone sharp.

"Our numbers are shrinking. The recent siege by Atlas was devastating, and morale is plummeting. Many now believe we're losing the fight, and I can't change their minds." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her frustration.

The recent siege was a heavy blow, but it should have strengthened the resolve, not weakened it. This needs to be addressed immediately.

"That's unacceptable, Sienna. As a leader, you must be resolute. Your word should be final, your authority unquestioned. Are you telling me you can't lead?" I spoke harshly, and she flinched, her hesitation more evident now.

"I… I can lead, but…" She trailed off, as if weighing her words.

"But what?" I demanded

"Ghira still holds sway. He continues to preach his message of peace from Menagerie. Even though I'm the official leader, many still look to him for guidance," she admitted, visibly distressed.

That obstinate fool is still a thorn in my side! Throwing him out of the White Fang wasn't enough.

"Tell me, does Ghira have any weaknesses? Anything we can exploit?" I asked, my voice cold.

Sienna paused before answering. "Weaknesses? Not really. He mostly stays home with his family and preaches his peace doctrine. The only reason I was able to take over was that many Faunus were tired of his endless sermons. I used the letters Little White sent me to persuade them."

No weakness, that can't be.

"What about his family?" I questioned

"There isn't much to know," Sienna replied, shaking her head slightly. "His wife is a homemaker, and they have a young daughter, around ten years old."

"Anything special about them?"

"The wife is just a devoted mother and wife. The daughter is a bit unusual—I met her once, she also wanted to meet Little White after reading his letters, but Ghira turned her away."

"Oh, really?" I mused. This could be useful.

"What did she say?"

"Not much. She voiced her concerns and expressed a desire to fight for the betterment of the Faunus," Sienna replied, her voice softening "If her father's influence were out of the picture, she could be useful to us."

"Hmm" A plan was forming in my mind.

"Sienna, give me every detail you can about the daughter. Little White seems to be recovering well; he might benefit from some new friends."

"Is Little White doing well?" Sienna asked, a note of concern creeping into her voice.

Focus on your task woman, really all faunuses have some brain problems!

"Of course. But remember, your focus should be on the White Fang for now. Little White would be disappointed if we fail our task."

"You are right! I need to lead White Fang," Sienna said, her resolve hardening as she nodded.

"What about Ghira?" she asked

"You don't need to worry about Ghira. I'll make sure that he will not be a problem. I will take care of him - permanently"

If I can't do it, then Little White—or perhaps his own precious daughter.

It didn't take long for Sienna to send me all the information I needed to set my plan in motion. Now it was time to send some letters.

Letter 6

Dear Mr. Ghira,

I hope you are doing well.

I am a bit recovered now, all thanks to your wishes, I was able to unlock aura and survive.

But I just get to know, my father died in jail, and I cannot find my friend. I am not sure where he is, but someone told me to not keeps my hopes high.

While I was wondering why, why I do not die, why I still have to face to hear so much suffering. I got the news.

White Fang was here in Atlas, and they are actively working to help people like me.

Did you send them here? I am really really grateful.

Really you are the Messiah.

Maybe my purpose is this, I will go and join the White Fang and fulfill my name mission, and fight for Faunus kind.

I am really grateful!

Thank you,

Little White

Dear Little White,

I am really happy that you are alright, my whole family was worried about you. Especially my daughter.

I told her you will be fine, because I know the path of peace may sounds difficult at first but those who follow it, God himself will save them.

Also, I may ask you to not go White Fang.

With great regret I have to say I have been removed as the leader of Fang and the new people who have taken over belongs to extremist.

I don't think you belong to such a place Little White. I know those extremist group will die to out soon, because I know we Faunus cannot fight against the kingdom such as Atlas.

The fight is useless, what we have is enough. That's what I am teaching to all in Menagerie. We have to preserve what we have not go out and battle in such a useless war.

And my predictions even late are comming true, those people who went are dying, and many have started to comming back him.

This is the same advice I will give you Little White, do not fight such useless war. Although you have lost people close to you, you can still find new one.

Little White, I will ask you to drop everything, drop this battle and come to Menagerie. I will give you all the support you need and you will have a better life.

My daughter also said she want to meet you. You can be great friends.

Yours Truly,

Ghira Belladonna

"Ghira Belladonna. This is what you teach young men and women—who could be my pawns? Your idea of peace is as absurd as you are." His response was just as I predicted. I can also see his desperation, and I know exactly how to exploit it further.

Letter 7

Dear Mr., Ghira,

I am extremely sorry, but I have to disagree with you.

You said this war is worthless, is my father dying worthless, is friend getting taken away worthless!

I completely disagree.

You said these are terrible times, but why this terrible time came, because we let it.

If we don't fight now, when can we fight! You may think that staying in Little Island will save us, but have you also forgotten how that island came to be. It did not come from peace; it came from war, from the blood of our forefathers who died for us.

But now if we refused to fight, how can we look back to them, how we look to future!

So, Mr. Ghira, I cannot take this advice from you.

Yours Truly,

Little White

Little White,

I did not expect such thinking from you. My entire family was shocked when we read your letter.

I'm deeply regretful that someone as young as you could turn to extremism.

My daughter was also extremely distressed; she had been looking forward to meeting you.

My doors will always be open to you, but I urge you to reconsider your views.

Ghira Belladonna

"Of course, Ghira, she will be distressed, with you as a father who cannot be distressed." I smiled

Letter 8

I have joined White Fang.

I will fight, I will fight, for for this is my right.

I will fight, for this is what I have to do.

Little White

Please reconsider Little White.

Ghira

After this our conversation was silent for quite some time. No response from Ghira came. Only few words where he again asked me to reconsider. But soon the letter came for which I planted the seed.

Letter 9

Hey,

I am not Ghira, I am his daughter, Blake

I wanted to talk with you.

Can you.

"Blake Belladonna?" I began the call with as much politeness as I could muster. Her face appeared on the screen, marked by dark circles and sleeplessness. Just as I expected.

I kept my face hidden in the shadows, revealing only my white hair, ensuring no identifiable features were visible.

"Yes, are you… Little White?" she asked in a low, cautious tone, as if fearful of being overheard.

"Yes," I confirmed, pausing briefly to let the silence sink in. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Have you… really joined the White Fang?" Her voice trembled, betraying her unease.

Of course, that would be her first question.

"Yes, I have," I replied, my tone unwavering.

"But… my father said they're doing the wrong things! You can't join them! They're wrong!" Desperation crept into her voice.

Your father is a fool, Blake. Wake up!

"Tell me, Ms. Belladonna, is it wrong for me to seek vengeance for my father?" I asked, my words sharp, cutting through her objections.

"No… but—" she stammered.

"Is it wrong for me to avenge my friend?" I pressed, my voice steady, demanding an answer.

"No… but… they—" she hesitated, uncertainty in her tone.

"Is it wrong for me to sit idly by while our people suffer injustice?" I leaned closer to the screen, my eyes narrowing.

"No…" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Then what wrong am I doing, Blake? I don't understand." My tone softened slightly, but the challenge remained.

"But Father said… peace is the only way to resolve our issues! War is useless!" she argued, her tone almost pleading.

Peace is the last option. You'll see that soon enough.

"Do you know what my father taught me, Ms. Belladonna?" I asked, letting a hint of bitterness seep into my voice.

"What…?" she replied, her voice shaky.

"He taught me that peace is valuable, but war is never useless, especially for a just cause. Was he wrong?" I leaned back, letting my words sink in.

"I… My father…" she faltered, her resolve weakening.

"Is it wrong for me to follow my father's teachings? Am I wrong?" I pressed, needing to break her.

"I…" she began, but words failed her.

"So, everyone who disagrees with your father is wrong?" I challenged.

"No…" Her restlessness was evident.

"Is everyone who lives differently automatically wrong, Ms. Belladonna?" I shouted.

"I don't know!" she blurted out, her voice cracking. I smiled inwardly.

A tense silence filled the space between us.

"Ms. Belladonna, I respect your father as much as you do," I said, my tone softening. "I respect how he unified the Faunus in Menagerie, how he led the White Fang. But sadly, the man I once admired has forgotten the true meaning of the White Fang."

She remained silent, her eyes wide, filled with uncertainty.

"Tell me, Ms. Belladonna, do you understand what the White Fang stands for?" I asked, my voice gentle yet probing.

"I was raised in the White Fang… I know everything about them…" Her voice quivered, tears threatening to fall.

"But do you know its meaning?" I leaned forward, my gaze intense.

She stayed quiet, her lips trembling. "It's an organization for our rights… for us."

"Ms. Belladonna, you're mistaken." I shook my head slowly, disappointment in my voice.

"What do you mean…?" she whispered, barely audible.

"The White Fang isn't just for us. It is us," I explained, my tone firm yet patient. "Every Faunus across Remnant is part of the White Fang. There's no separation. How can the White Fang exist if Faunus don't?"

She flinched at my words, her eyes widening in realization.

"If any Faunus faces injustice, the entire White Fang suffers. How can we stay silent?" I asked, my voice rising slightly, filled with righteous anger.

Silence hung heavy between us.

"Ms. Belladonna, do you care about the betterment of the Faunus?" I asked, my tone softening, almost gentle.

She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Then leave everything behind," I urged, my voice low but insistent. "Leave your home, and support our cause. Only then will you truly be one of us."

She recoiled, her expression panicked. "I can't leave my home! My family—"

"Then you're no different from those who turn a blind eye to our suffering, Ms. Belladonna," I said coldly. "Worse, you're a hypocrite."

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. "My family…"

"Let the White Fang be your family from now on," I declared firmly. "They are the ones who truly need you."

"Little White… I need some time to… make this decision," she said, her voice shaking, her resolve crumbling.

"You'll have your time, Ms. Belladonna," I replied, my tone softening slightly. "But don't take too long. Our people need us, Blake."

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Little White."

"And don't call me by that name," I corrected, my voice firm. "I've taken a new one."

"What should I call you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Call me White. White Fang."

It didn't take long for Sienna to deliver the good news: Blake Belladonna had run away from Menagerie and was joining the White Fang. With her departure, Ghira's support dwindled as expected.

"How the hell did you do it?" Sienna asked, clearly struggling to comprehend the situation. Unlike the others, she knew I had a hand in it.

"You can thank Little White for that," I said, allowing myself a bit of self-praise.

"Little White did this?" Sienna looked surprised, though there was a hint of skepticism in her expression.

"They had a conversation. The kid has a real knack for changing hearts,"

She nodded in a bit of understanding.

"Assign Blake to the new batch of rookies we're training. She has potential that could be crucial for our future plans," I instructed, and Sienna ended the call.

Everything had unfolded just as I predicted. Blake wasn't so different from what I assumed. From a young age, she'd been involved in the inner workings of the White Fang, earning respect within the Faunus community. She already saw herself as a young leader, and even some of the older generation viewed her the same way.

In short, Blake Belladonna was a 'princess,' a 'caged bird,' as call them much like my sister Weiss. Day and night, she'd been surrounded by Ghira's loyalists, her ears filled with unrealistic expectations and delusions—just as Weiss is coddled by servants and guides.

How do you break a princess? Simple: show her the harsh realities of life and drag her through the mud. To break her, I just need to adapt some strategies I've already prepared for Weiss.

She will be useful—extremely useful.

I smiled as a new message appeared on my Scroll. "Victor, come to the lab immediately. I need your help. Urgently"

"Watts? Why did he need me in the lab? Could it be… that?" I chuckled to myself. This is going to be fun.