A/N: AYYYYY, GUESS WHO DECIDED TO RE-DO THE FIRST CHAPTER BECAUSE IT WAS KINDA SHITTY? Yeah, that's me.
Why was it kinda shitty? Eh, I had this other fic in mind when I first started, so I kinda re-used it as a crutch. It made it look like Yang specifically was going to play a bigger part, and that Xiao was important. But nah! This ain't that fic fam.

If you're a new reader, welcome! I've been told that I can write quite well, so I suppose you're going to enjoy this(?). This is a story focused on the growth of the assistant librarians and how Remnant changes around them.

Feel free to comment, for I shall answer every single one to the best of my ability.

Enjoy.


"Are we sure about this?"

"..."

"I dunno man... We are a Star, but still..."

"This is what Lady Angela said? To receive her? Again?"

"..."

"Roland's right, we can't skip on work we don't feel like doing."

"Francis, Caio, Fred, get ready."

"We're going to die again."


Early in the morning, Ozpin had little to no worries. His students were fast asleep, his working hours had yet to start, and he could peacefully watch the crack of dawn atop his enormous tower. All while enjoying a nice mug of coffee that he hoped would give him enough energy to get him through the day.

Rising from his clockwork chair, the headmaster made his way to the window behind his desk, where he could see his beloved academy from an advantageous point of view. Since the sun had yet to come out, Beacon grounds were faintly illuminated by the few lamp-posts that dotted the campus. "That's nice." He said to nobody in particular, taking a sip of his mug. That was a view Ozpin would give anything to protect.

Why was he waken so early in the morning? Simple. Last night he was busy attending a party made by and for the students of his prestigious institution. Vowing to be last to leave the premises of the party, only now was he able to return to his office, deciding to give up sleep in exchange for work.

And work he had a lot of. At the same time the party occurred, someone managed to slip past security and get into the CCT Tower and do something he and his allies had no idea what. Indeed, today was going to be a busy day, especially with little to no clues as to the culprit of the infiltration.

"No rest for the wicked, I suppose."

And so, before he had to clock in for work, Ozpin sat on the floor of his office, mug in hand.

Francisco playfully shoved him to stop, his face clearly flustered by Bemaia's taunting


"Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-" The assistant librarian cursed repeatedly while running through a seemingly infinite mountains of books, his sleeves burned brightly with fire uncannily persistent. "Gotta get away. Gotta get away and think!" Footsteps echoed behind him, he was being followed by two individuals.

To his left were countless books, and to his right also had books, with nowhere to go. Such was the nature of the Library.

As the steps got closer and closer, he had no choice but to face them head-on. A choice he would come to regret in the immediate future. His hand reached for the sheathed katana on his belt, and his bamboo hat that barely held to his head with a thin straw covered his facial features completely. Halting his momentum, the assistant librarian turned around to meet his assailants.

He saw only a blur of red, black, and fire. His sword barely managed to stop a fiery high kick until a heated blade slashed against his back. 'She flanked me?! When?!' Following the first slash, another swipe targeting his right leg forced him to fall prone, unable to run away anymore.

"That would be all." The man with glasses that towered the assistant librarian spoke, pulling back his right fist, taking his time on a finishing blow against this fallen foe. "Wait, Miris!" The woman blurted out, clashing her Guan Dao against a black cane from another, assistant librarian. His black suit which matched the cane, was on fire, damaged by previous clashes with the duo that cornered the other librarian. A mixture of sweat ran down his face, masking his delicate-looking face, his curtain style hair was drenched in blood, making it stick to his face and eyes, adding a layer of difficulty to the fight.

Coming from atop a hill of burning books, another assistant librarian fell on top of Miris, his red blade being caught by the man's superior strength. A large red 4 was stamped on the back and the side of his Shi Associate uniform. This assistant librarian's face was completely blocked by bandages, but gaps in the white cloth that surrounded his head showed his lack of hair.

In a quick motion, the assistant librarian flicked his blade to the side, throwing Miris away and allowing the prone librarian space to breathe. "Kept you waiting, huh?" He spoke with a smile on his face. "Shut up." The assistant librarian with a bamboo hat demanded, quickly rising to his feet, sword in hand.


Ozpin hummed expectantly. "Almost there." The dark skies were gradually turning orange, while the sun approached the horizon, though it wasn't quite in Ozpin's line of sight yet. Today was a Sunday and that meant that today the air traffic above Vale was close to nihil, a perfect day to watch the sunrise, even with a full day's work ahead.

That also meant that the amount of huntsmen in training that would go out to seek him was also minimal. Not that Ozpin would lose his temper over being requested by a student on a Sunday, they were his students and he would go as far as to cancel appointments for them, but he appreciated that Sundays were the days with the least activity on campus. Ozpin liked Sundays. With the Vytal Festival right around the corner, the days that he would be able to enjoy moments such as this one were rapidly nearing zero.

"Hm. I wonder... What is she up to?" A question most important. His dearest enemy, the lady responsible for all of his problems, is forever doomed to be plotting against him. "I wish things hadn't come to this..." Thankfully, he accepted the futility of his existence long ago, and yet he happily struggled against the unstoppable enemy in the name of humanity. That was a virtue few people had, to struggle against the dying of the light.

Noticing the somber tone his thoughts proposed, Ozpin was quick to wash them away, after all, one happy moment a day kept the Grimm away. So he took a deep breath, exhaled loudly, and returned to gaze aimlessly at the morning sky. He did feel somewhat dizzy, but that was expected after attending a party made up almost entirely of teenagers. "Perhaps I should start an investigation to figure out who spiked the punch." It was a complete waste of resources at first glance, but it was silly actions like this one that protected humanity.

If everyone was laughing and smiling, the dark wouldn't be so much of a threat.

And that was the thing. Nothing, not the terrorists of the White Fang, not the criminals that prowled Vale's underbelly, nor the mighty armies of Atlas, scared Ozpin like the dark.

The dark commandeered by the archenemy.

As frustrating as it was, there was nothing to fight the dark except for unity. That same unity was being challenged by the bonds created by years of conflict he couldn't resolve. It was no one's fault, but to him, it didn't matter. Living as long as he has, Ozpin couldn't help but feel like he could have prevented this, had he been wiser.

But there's no reason to cry over spilled milk. It was already done, and there was nothing that could have been done about it.

The shining stars in the night sky faded one by one. It was close. "I wonder... What is beyond them? The stars..." Research about the cosmos was non-existent due to more pressing problems in Remnant, so anything related to it was nothing but an afterthought or a discovery made by proxy in an attempt to discover something in another field of science. "Oh well... A star can't hope to best the light of the Sun... But I can't help but cheer for them. Maybe they can outshine even the Sun one day."


Even if I am alone, the night will come.

And every night is followed by dawn...

A mere star that will fade cannot hope to best the light of the rising sun.

Be prepared; for today, a Star of the City shall be gone.


Ozpin's eyes widened. "Hm?" Perhaps the one thing that he wouldn't have thought could happen on this fine day just happened. "What in tarnation..." Just as the sun began showing itself, a cloud of glistening gold burst forth from the ground, east of the academy. "What is that?!" The headmaster rose to his feet and reached for his cane that sat atop the table.

"An attack?" He asked himself, as the golden cloud began taking form. The cloud itself was now completely visible and revealed to in fact be a cloud of golden papers. "No, she wouldn't do that..." The Light that radiated from the cloud dazzled the headmaster, forcing him to hold a hand in front of his eyes. "Whatever it is, it must stop right now." But how? Ozpin knew not.

The golden mass finally ceased to shine, and in its place, a gigantic charred brick wall came to be. "..." Maybe his eyes deceived him. Maybe some dumb student put something extra in the punch. Or maybe he should agree that this event was happening and was very real. A message in his scroll from his assistant would solidify his doubts. 'Do you see this?' The message read. "So it is true and not just my mind..." At the very least he wasn't getting mad.

'I will contact the general. Meet him at the base of the wall. Have the first team you come across aid you, but don't wake anyone up.' Was the reply he sent, knowing fully of only one team that would be awakened at this moment in time.

The headmaster wasn't entirely sure of what to feel about the superstructure that just appeared out of thin air in his backyard. However, he noticed something atop it, figures, humanoid, fighting atop it. "Three... No, Four. It's a four-on-one." All four were sharply dressed, with variations only in weapons and slightly different designs on their suits. "They do look like professionals... If only some of my students held a sense of style like them."

But none stood out like the person fighting the quartet. A tall individual donning red and gold armor, white feathered wings extended from their back as dark messy long hair clashed against its clean white color. Flames seemed to dance around their body, almost as if that person was wearing the fire itself. An overly adorned Guan Dao was their weapon of choice, matching both the colors and the style of the eastern-looking armor. What's more, the person seemed to be a Faunus with two tall horns on their forehead and a thick scaled tail on their rear.

Needless to say, it was a pretty intimidating opponent.

He once again used his scroll, this time he searched for the General's contact, and typed the following message. 'Figure out what the wall is. This isn't her. I can see atop the wall five individuals, they don't seem to notice the academy. Glynda will meet you at its base.' Ignoring the flood of messages his companion sent him beforehand, all about the party the day before.

"What was the source of the conflict?" Ozpin pondered as he watched the armored woman effortlessly deflect the attack of two of her opponents at once. Her weapon's increased reach, combined with a grip strength that could only be compared with the one of a dragon, made her an opponent incredibly difficult to deal with. Either that, or the quartet were pushovers seeing that two of them lacked the combined strength to win a clash against the armored lady.


"Arhk!" One of the assistant librarians with the bandaged face grunted, being thrown away from his opponent like a plastic bag on a windy day. "Too strong..!" Another librarian admitted, as his feet skittered through the brick floor below in an attempt to halt his momentum. This librarian wore a black suit like the other two, however, one of his legs was replaced by a blade of a rapier, that matched the rapier he held. "No shit Xiao's strong!" Another assistant shouted. catching the bald one midair, preventing him from falling off the wall.

"We might have miscalculated our odds here." The one wearing the bamboo hat spoke, decreasing their hopes of winning even further. "Can you shut up Bemaia?" The librarian retorted back at Bemaia, who watched his partner barely manage to hold on to the other.

Xiao, however, was not in the mood to let the quartet casually talk. Holding her Guan Dao with both hands and with the aid of her wings, she dashed towards the four, targeting specifically the one with the blade leg. Bemaia did try to stop her advance but was casually swatted away by her tail, barely managing to hold on to his sword used to block the attack. The other two were too occupied gathering themselves off the floor to stop her. So her target was an easy pick.

As flames burst forth at Xiao's blade, the librarian barely managed to dodge the first swipe before being hit on the head by the butt of the Guan Dao. Taken off guard by the sudden bludgeon to the face, the librarian couldn't react to the diagonal slash. The blow opened a wound starting at the top of his right shoulder and ended at the very bottom of the left side of his belly. No blood escaped his body however, the flames burned his flesh faster than the blood could leave.

"AAHG!" He yelled, but it was of no use, Xiao was not done with her onslaught. Returning to her neutral stance, Xiao was quick to slash away the hand that held onto the rapier, severing it off of the Librarian's arm. He bit his lip, enough to draw blood, but he wouldn't allow any more screams to leave his mouth.

Before anything else could be done, however, Xiao lowered her weapon's blade, tensed her legs and chest, and forcefully brought her Guan Dao to the right as he body spun to the side. Though he did try and block the attack with his peg leg, she proved once again to be too strong, as her blade cut first through the leg-blade, then cut the librarian in twain, neatly separating his legs and crotch from his chest, arms, and head. No word left his mouth, as he vanished into a cloud of golden pages.


Ozpin watched, from the very beginning he watched. Though he couldn't tell who they were, he could tell that one side was being badly beaten. He got up from his chair, an idea forming in his mind. 'If those people can be reasoned with… It could mean more resources against her.' he put his mind to work, 'I can't help but wonder, why are they fighting so fiercely…' His eyes widened as his mouth opened agape. "That man got cut in half... and turned into a cloud of… gold?" Most interesting, but, a man still got sliced in half.

This was bad, really bad. Most if not all of Beacon was sleeping, which was probably the best scenario. 'Fewer witnesses.' But that also came with the added risk of not being able to contain the fight. In the distance he could see one lonesome bullhead fly towards Beacon, thankfully, it was one of Atlas' high-echelon airships evidenced by the blue and white flags on its roof, which meant it was the General's private bullhead.

"The council won't like this." Ozpin's relationship with the council of Vale was already shaky at best due to the recent criminal activity in Vale, and his lack of action towards said activity. A whole wall magically appearing on the side of his own Academy with no clue as to how, who, or why it was there, would only serve to decrease his reputation with the council. "Maybe it will go away as suddenly as it appeared?" Only time will tell.


Team RWBY. A complete oddball of a team was also the one that showed the highest growth potential. All four of their members were wide awake despite the early hours, tired, sleepwalking, but somehow still awake. The reason why? They were the ones responsible for yesterday's party, and as such, they were also responsible for cleaning up the amphitheater afterward.

"This sucks." The blonde one, Yang, wearing a white gown and drenched in sweat, weakly sweeping the floor with a broom. Her hands were shaking with every motion she made, her mind-shattering headache was the only force compelling her to remain awake. "Someone spiked the punch... Who spikes the punch?!" If not for her debilitated state, she would drop the broom and look for the perpetrator herself.

Her partner, the one with the bow over her head, Blake, was not impressed with Yang's situation. "You knew someone tampered with it, yet you still drank the thing like water..." Blake was in a much better shape. She did not indulge in school, as such, all she felt was her knees aching due to being forced to stand for long periods of time. She was currently holding two large black plastic bags filled with trash. "A bad habit inherited by a family member perhaps?" Blake teased, earning a tired groan from Yang. "Don't say I'm like my uncle. You tell her Rubes!"

Ruby, the team leader, wearing a black and red gown, was quietly resting atop a stack of at least 15 plastic chairs amidst a dozen stacks of plastic tables and chairs. "Blaaake..." She groaned, not being accustomed to being awake this late in the night was taking its toll on the younger girl. "Don't be mean to Yang!" She spoke, dragging out every word that left her mouth. "She deserved it." A fact Ruby willingly accepted with no further backsass, much to Yang's displeasure.

On the other side of the room, the last member of the team, Weiss, wearing a clear blue and white dress, was not pleased with her leader. "Ruby! Get out of there right now." She demanded as she finished pulling the decorations off of the walls and ceiling using her semblance. Icy glyphs shaped like a snowflake latched onto, and dragged the decorations into a nearby box. "But I'm tireeeed!" Weiss sighed at her leader, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You can rest once we're done. Plus, you're gonna damage the chairs if you sit on top of a stack like that!" Ruby relented, and let herself fall to her feet.

With their task mostly complete, the four readied themselves to leave the premises of such a forsaken place. With the sun almost rising, the girls could almost feel the softness of their beds. However, a passing teacher had something to say about their well-earned rest.


"No! Caio!" The librarian with a cane shouted as his friend was neatly sliced in half.

"I don't want to jinx it, but I think it's a rep. Maybe another floor can handle her?" The librarian with a bandage covering his head spoke in a somber tone, but not letting go of his red blade.

"Did you get used to death or something, Francisco?" Bemaia asked, patting away the fire that slowly ate away his suit.

Francisco simply shrugged in response, running towards Xiao with murderous intent. Sadly, though he did have a plan to engage her while she recovered from her quick attacks on his fallen comrade, Xiao did not wait a single moment to catch her breath and pointed her blade toward the advancing librarian.

Twisting it in her grip, and pulling it backward, a fiery dragon-like flame was summoned around the hilt of the weapon. "Jìn Ní." She spoke.

In a split second, Xiao's Guan Dao impale Francisco with no room for counterplay. The dragon-like flame flew outwards from his back. "Hurk-!"

Lifting him off the ground like a human kebab, Xiao effortlessly detached the man off of her weapon by swinging him back at his companions. "ARGH-" The one with the cane was quick to grab the nearly unconscious body of Francisco. "What are you doing!? Do you want to kill yourself?!" But right before going into a pain-induced coma, Francisco managed to answer his friend. "That... Was not... The... Plan..." And just like that, his head fell limply to the side. "Urgh." He let out one last groan.

Bemaia looked back at the two on the floor, his partner was hopeless that they could leave with their life. "Not like that matters though." Bemaia had one last trick up his quickly burning sleeve. One last skill that could turn the tide of this battle. "Might as well try it." Giving the two one last smile before the inevitable defeat, he sheathed his katana and dashed towards Xiao.

Leaning downwards, Bemaia unsheathed his sword, quickly delivering an upward blow. "I Yield My Flesh!" He shouted, expecting fully that his sword strike to be parried away, or countered like every other. That was just the first step of the technique used by the Bamboo Hatted Kim.

But instead, Xiao took the attack. No blood was drawn, seeing that the blade barely managed to get through the full plate she wore.

"W-Wait-"

Those were his last words before being comically flung out of the arena alongside the other two librarians by a shockwave of fire and flame.


Once RWBY got to the foot of the wall, they were greeted by a heart-clenching roar, one that could easily have belonged to a Grimm, small ashes falling from the skies. Despite the cinders, a chilly breeze swept over them. "What is that!?" Ruby shouted, startled by the roar and the complete lack of weapons to their person. The feeling was shared by her teammates. "Since when was there a wall here?!" Weiss shouted, indignant about her own lack of competence for not realizing the presence of such a large piece of architecture.

Before their professor had any time to react, a hot stream of fire came from the top of the wall, followed by a woman's yell "Tão Tiè" and another thundering roar. The four braced themselves against the flames, luckily it did not reach them. "What is going on?!" Ruby asked, only for a second later, she saw three burning human-like silhouettes falling from the top of the wall.

"Are those..." And indeed they were. Despite her torpor, Yang could see three flaming bodies falling rapidly towards the ground. The three were unresponsive. "Weiss!" Ruby shouted, almost in reaction. "On it!" Before Weiss could use her semblance to halt their fall, their professor, Ms. Goodwitch, as tired as the teens were, managed to activate her semblance and halt their momentum, neatly placing them in the grass below.

Upon closer inspection, what the five girls saw terrified them. One of them, the one with the bamboo hat strapped to his back, had both his arms completely broken, smoke coming out of his mouth as his still burning sword, burned his hands, still clasped around the hilt. The other one with bloody and burned bandages covering his face, had a gaping hole through his chest, luckly, it hadn't punctured his heart. He was still breathing and subconsciously struggling against her semblance. And the last one, no visible injuries aside from the very obvious scorch marks all three of them shared. The only noticeable thing was a small flashing red light near his chest and trails of blood running down from his hair that led to no injury.

All three of them were unconscious.

Ruby could not stand looking at them, so she diverted her gaze for but a moment. Looking away from the trio, she searched for the wall that was right next to them but found nothing but the rising sun. "H-Huh?" Her legs gave out making her fall on her butt. "Where's the wall?!" The rest of her team looked around and found nothing as well.

Noticing three lives in danger, Goodwitch was quick with her commands. "You four, take them to the medical wing now! I will contact Ozpin for further orders, now go." The professor exclaimed, shifting the team's attention from the wall's dissipation to the three, not very alive but not yet dead dudes being propelled by Goodwitch's semblance towards them.

Without time to call for the medical, team RWBY ran through Beacon's Campus. Yang went ahead, not being able to muster any strength in her upper body, thanking the brothers that there was no one there to get in their way, as Ruby, Blake, and Weiss carried the unconscious bodies of the people they didn't know anything about.

Ruby was struggling, carrying the one with the gaping hole through his chest, she was being constantly reminded of the fact that he was dying due to the constant pained moaning escaping his mouth with each step she took. He also didn't help her situation, periodically ripping his arm out of her grasp, making her almost drop him down several times. The fact that his gaping wound also rubbed against her cape, also didn't help the girl's situation. "Why can't you stay still for 5 seconds?! You're already heavy enough- Ow, stop that!"

Weiss had her own internal problems. It didn't sit well with her, how they had to help questionable individuals. At the same time that they could have been huntsmen, they can also be terrorists for all she knows. She didn't know how they got injured aside from the fire, she didn't know who injured them, she didn't know why they were injured, and she also didn't know how the one she was carrying wasn't in the same state as the other two.

Sure, he had scorch marks, but nothing else. He didn't moan and resist like the one with the bandages and didn't have his arms broken like the one with the peculiar hat. This one simply slept, without a care in the world. It might seem like a good thing, but it was infuriating her, something about this boy's personality infuriated her. "Stop complaining Ruby. You're the one who insisted on carrying him." the leader pouted "Yeah, because I thought I could use my semblance on him to carry him faster-Ow, Stop chewing my hair. But he's too heavy!"

Blake didn't have much to complain about. She had experience carrying those wounded in battle in order to have them patched up, even if the one she helped was a questionable individual. However, with these people, she felt something strange about them, like a primal instinct of hers, shouting to leave them alone, screaming at her that they shouldn't even exist, something that challenged her understanding of the world. But orders are orders, and she wouldn't leave other people to die, even if her instincts yelled at her to do so.

"Yikes. If he took a bite of my hair, he'd have a new wound to worry about." said the brawler, as she opened the door to Beacon's infirmary. Inside the room, only a single doctor was left on duty, a doctor who was currently taking a bite of a sandwich.

When the door opened, at first his face was filled with contempt when Yang opened the door, then, his face turned to confusion after Weiss came in carrying someone he'd never seen before. Then his face became one filled with desperation after seeing Blake and Ruby coming through the door.

"Uh, Hi doc… Could you maybe help us?" Ruby said while the bandaged librarian chewed her hair while unconscious.

The doctor threw his lunch in the nearest trash bin as quickly as possible, "This way, now!"


At first, he saw fire engulfing his body. His technique didn't work, she proved to be too much for him to handle. His sword set ablaze, burning through his flesh, a fire that burned brighter than all others, one that came from one's soul. 'So, this is the power of a fully realized E.G.O, huh? At least, it was a good run.'

Then he saw light, an unfamiliar ceiling, a familiar softness spread through his back, and a very annoying beeping sound next to his head. Blinking a few times to recover from the sudden light, he realized where he was. "A hospital…?" it made no sense, how in the wing's name there was a hospital in the Library? Then, a very familiar voice came from his left.

"Hey you, you're finally awake." His vision was still a bit hazy, his sense of touch fully returning to him, he felt a sharp pain on his right arm as he tried to lift it. "You've been trying to cross the border, right?"

The voice barely contained its laughter, slightly cracking on the end. "Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us, and…"

His vision returned to him, and the first thing he saw was a bearded baldy, his face all scarred, his chest was covered by bandages while his hand covered his mouth, trying to hide his laughter. "I couldn't man, the opportunity was right there. At Least you woke up, Bemaia." The bald one said as he adopted a more serious posture.

"In case you're wondering, our stuff got nabbed from us, Mister doctor said he didn't trust us with it. But, he left your hat near the bed." he motioned towards the side of his bed "Fred's still sleeping, you know how that emergency resuscitation protocol is, he's gonna need some more rest." both nodded in understanding.

Bemaia looked around, unsure of where 'here' was. Definitely not inside the library. "Where are we?" he asked the baldy, no one in sight but him and the still comatose Fred. "I'm not sure either, but the people here were nice enough to help us get back on our feet, considering that it's been two weeks since they found us."

Bemaia raised his eyebrow, "You're telling me that I was asleep for two whole weeks?" Before the baldy could respond, the door to their room opened, revealing a man in a white coat.

Common sense said that this man was the doctor treating them.

The doctor was surprised when he saw Baldy, slightly annoyed too, but not so much when he saw Bemaia "How many times must I tell you to NOT take off the damned needles?" The bald one shrugged as the doctor sighed "And you, you're going to be difficult like him or you're going to tell me how you're feeling?"

Bemaia glared at his companion, then stared at the doctor. "Yeah, I'm feeling a bit hazy, other than that, I feel fine." Even his arms were put back in place.

"Good. You three gave us quite the scare, appearing out of thin air like that, then, appearing completely beaten up just to have a group of teenagers to carry you here." Baldy and Bemaia stared at each other. "Speaking of which, I'd like for you to answer a few questions for me, I just hope that you're not like baldy over there who refused to answer."

Bemaia threw a judging look toward the bald man but didn't say anything to him. He turned to the doctor and said "Ask away."

The doctor sighed with relief "Good! First, what's your name?" Bemaia didn't wait long to answer "Bemaia, but just call me Bemaia"

The doctor nodded. "That's not what I'd've picked for you, but if that's your name, that's your name." he took a pencil and started to write it on a piece of paper "The name's Doc. Johnson, Head of the medical staff here at Beacon. Now, how old are ye?"

"21 years old." and the doctor wrote it down.

The bald one joined in "Name's Francisco, call me whatever. 20."

Doc. Johnson eyed the man, eyebrows raised. "Now you want to talk, huh? Well, I'm not complaining." he wrote it down as well, "What about your comatose friend there?" The doctor pointed his pencil towards Fred. "He's gotta recharge for a while after what happened, just wait a few days, and he'll be up just fine. And no, he's not a machine." said the baldy as the doctor nodded in understanding.

"I'll be frank with you all. Your body doesn't make sense. Both your arms were completely broken, their bones smashed into tiny bits, then a week's worth of rest later, your arms are as good as new. If you had your aura unlocked it would've been understandable, but you two don't." the doctor sighed "When we had to operate your chest to take off all the burnt bits, your heart didn't stop beating not even for a second, even when there was not enough blood in your body to keep it beating. You even wake up in the middle of the surgery only to start wailing in pain, after we applied morphine."

"If it were up to me, I'd simply free you three, you've suffered enough." the doctor got up and opened the door "But, there is a slight issue." When the door opened, it revealed a new figure, a man, wearing a dark green suit and dark glasses, an empty coffee mug resting on his hands. "The issue being the fact that you gotta pay for the treatment you received." the doctor finished.

"And there is the catch." the baldy fell back on the bed, sighing with disappointment. "And let me guess, we've gotta sell our organs to pay the fucking hospital bills."

The new figure chuckled. "Either that, or you could work to pay for your bills, or enroll in my academy, so you gain the right to have free medical bills while within school grounds." On his face, a smile grew larger as the baldy sunk deeper into the bed.

Bemaia nodded and turned to the baldy, "So, enrolling in an academy eh?" he sighed. "Not even the prescripts of the Index had such an asshole scheme…"

Bemaia turned to the headmaster "What's this academy all about?" Bemaia asked, and the headmaster's smile doubled in size.

"Thank you for asking."