Post Completion notice. PLEASE READ THIS:

So, you've all probably seen the current 'adfestation' like I have, and while several other chapters I've written for other stories have a detailing (and I've got a bit on my personal page about it), I'd like to take some time to address it here. For those who've been lucky to avoid it so far, during the last week of April, FF dot net has started inserting their typical ads into stories, sandwiching them haphazardly in between paragraphs and generally ruining the reading experience of everyone who is unfortunate enough to have to deal with them. Needless to say, this has me significantly miffed and I decided that while I would not stop writing, I would stop posting for the time being and watch the situation unfold. Thus far, it has been disappointing. There has been no response to the situation at all for nearly three weeks as of this writing (It will probably have been WAY longer by the time this comes out) and I've been informed that the sibling site to this one, FictionPress, has also been suffering an adfestation of its own, leading me to believe that this was a deliberate choice on the part of FictionPress; one that was not communicated to anyone and has gone completely unacknowledged by the people at FictionPress.

So, seeing as this is the game that FictionPress has seemingly decided to play, I've thought of three options for myself: One, I give up and just resign myself to the fact that nothing will change and I'm not leaving either way, since the ads can be blocked, they don't show up on android devices apparently, and they don't happen on the app. Two, I don't do anything and wait until the webmasters have stopped the adfestation, regardless of how it started, and I start publishing normally again. Three, I move to a different archive and start uploading the stories I intend to take with me to that other archive one chapter at a time for the foreseeable future, and this account can be considered to be on an indefinite hiatus. In the event that I choose option three, I will post a list of all the stories I intend to carry over to the next archive, upload a handful of chapters here that I finished in between the transition from one site to another, and then… we'll see. If the webmasters here get their act together, then you'll see me return. If not, then… well, sorry. I can't say I'll have regretted the choice.

Regardless of what happens, I will be publishing this chapter since it's an important one (see normal notes after digressive rant) and I don't want to have such an important chapter not reach where my readership is.

Again, this may wind up being resolved by the time this chapter comes out, and I'll be sure to call out if it has happened, but I also think it's important that people remember that this happened, especially since it has happened before, in March 2019, in which the PR people said it was the fault of a third party ad system. I want to believe that this is what has happened again, but since they have not publicly responded in over two weeks to this problem (and that's two weeks since the earliest recorded sighting of the ads, it could have been around much longer), I'm not entirely convinced that this was an accident. Especially since all the ad placements theoretically mean more ad revenue for them, and more ads to clear means more ad clicks, means more money for them.

It's suspicious, is all I'm saying, and I don't like it done at the expense of the work I post on this site.

Alright, I've gone on long enough. We now return to your scheduled chapter.

GREETINGS EVERYONE!

Creativity: WOOOHOOO!

Author: CELEBRATION! CELEBRATION!

Creativity: WAIT! We haven't explained what's going on yet!

Author: SHOCK! HORROR! We must rectify that post haste!

So, big news! As of April 11th 2020, Limit Breaker has officially passed one hundred THOUSAND reads! Let me repeat that number; ONE. HUNDRED. THOUSAND.

I just want to say thank you to everyone who ever gave this story a curious click, followed, favorited and/or left a review on this story. Seriously, a big thanks. Here's to many more chapters and reads to come. However, I'm going a little bit further than simply saying "thanks". In celebration of this wondrous milestone, I'm going to be doing an extra long chapter for chapter 29! And possibly chapter 30 if I'm feeling up to it. How many words you may ask? Well, I don't have a solid number for it, but I can say that it will be in excess of 10K words. That'll be a record for me, so let's hope that their good ones!

Creativity: Now then, with all that out of the way, let's answer the reviews:

Archer: Indeed, it gives us that opportunity! Plus, on a more personal note, I get to visit Tark again!

NightmareKnight1: I will neither confirm nor deny that.

Raos: Well, I can't fault you for deciding that the story isn't interesting to you, now that you know that I'm not doing something you were expecting, but I would encourage you to not vanish just yet. I think you'll like what I'm going to do with RWBY and JNPR. That having been said, the fact that you still consider my story to be the best DBZ/RWBY crossover is a real honor. I don't think I've gotten there quite yet (I think Sivam currently holds that title) but thank you all the same. It means a lot.

And that's it for the reviews! Bit of a lighter affair this time, but I think that's fine.

Now then, I don't think there's much to recap… Oh yes! We've gone back and overhauled the Pyrrha section of chapter 27! You might want to go back and read that so that you know what's going on! Well, with that out of the way, here's the Discord password: R23A8zG

Creativity: Now then, it's time to start our 100K reads special chapter!

Author: Indeed! Allow us to proudly present chapter 29 of Limit Breaker!

It was a calm afternoon over the southeast oceans of Remnant. Gulls and other seabirds were gliding on the salty breeze, the waves rolled towards shore unencumbered, even whales occasionally breached the surface of the water to let out a spray of water before they returned beneath the waves. However, there was a single strip of aerospace above the ocean that was distinctly less-than-peaceful. Specifically, the wake left behind one Remnant-bound Saiyan who was flying at supersonic speeds.

Gula wasn't sure what the journey from Grassbed to Menagerie was going to yield, since he was more or less just going to confirm a few facts with the imprisoned talking Grimm named Tark, but he still felt he needed to go anyway. Perhaps Tark would be able to shed some more light on this mysterious master of Cinder's, or at least where to look. If his hunch was correct, that the strange human that had attempted to seize control of Tark and Cinder's master were the same person, then Tark could potentially tell Gula where they were. After that, it would be a simple matter of relaying that information to someone 'in the know' and letting them take care of it, or just zip on over there and deliver the supposed immortal and their Grimm pack a hot, hearty helping of hurt in the form of a Saiyan style carpet bombing. Well, save for Cinder if she was there. Gula decided he'd prefer to do what he'd threatened to do to that diminutive would-be assassin he ran into at Beacon, possibly before he did the carpet bombing so that he could drop off the assorted bones and organs on the immortal's doorstep, then commence carpet bombing.

Of course, this all assumed that Tark would be inclined to share. Even if Gula had nothing to worry about in regard to Tark's potential attempts to kill and eat him, he didn't really think he had anything to convince Tark to talk regarding this immortal master of Grimm. He probably didn't care about his own life, having spent the last couple millennia trapped underground, and he probably couldn't be persuaded with torture. Besides, Gula wasn't really into torture. He wasn't above it, but torture just wasn't in the Saiyan race. It was probably one of the few things regarding violence that they tended to stay away from. The association the act had with Frieza didn't help either. Still, that still left Gula without an answer for how to persuade Tark to spill the beans regarding the immortal if he wasn't cooperative.

After a while, Gula decided that it was probably better to blow up that bridge when he got to it. Given their only interaction so far, Gula didn't exactly have reason to believe that Tark wouldn't be unreasonable with such a request, even if it had been only one interaction. The Grimm had been rather candid with how bored he was, given his current and future confinement, and would do anything to alleviate that boredom. Gula showing up to ask a few questions would probably make his day.

Gula's musings on his future negotiations with an ancient Grimm that was completely sentient and fully capable of speech were interrupted when he saw Menagerie just coming into view and slowed to subsonic speeds. As he got closer and closer to the island colony, he continued to slow down so as to not draw attention to himself. The noise, energy and contrail generated by supersonic flight would definitely be too eye-catching. Once he was close enough to the island, he circled around it and pull in closer to the desert. He could see the divots in the sand where those giant bugs lived and decided to lob an energy blast down into one of said divots. The resulting explosion fried several of the bugs instantly and sent their carcasses flying into the air. A couple of them landed in the divots of bugs who hadn't been disturbed by the explosion, though they most certainly reacted when their brethren landed in their nests. Their colossal jaws suddenly snapped shut on the dead members of their species before they were dragged down underground.

"So, they're apparently cannibalistic. That's interesting…" Gula muttered to himself as he started scanning the landscape for the old ruins.

"I know I'm in the right area… Don't tell me the sand already covered up the entrance! I dug out more than enough to find it again!" Gula muttered to himself frustratedly. He didn't want to spend more time on this little outing than he needed to. The longer he was away from Mistral and his trainees, the more likely it became that something stupid would happen that he would inevitably have to clean up, because apparently that was just his life now whenever he left things unattended.

"I wonder if that's what it's like to be a parent…" Gula muttered to himself before he remembered his energy sensing ability, mentally kicked himself a few times for forgetting it and then reached out for his senses. Sure enough, he detected a massive cold spot somewhere below him.

"Alright, so if I assume that Tark is trapped at the center, the entrances would have been within about that radius…" Gula thought aloud as he began searching the radius he'd estimated from Tark's location. Eventually he managed to find the entrance he had used before, which had indeed filled back in with a decent amount of sand, but not enough that it would have been only a few pillars poking out of the sand. The entrance was still clearly visible, though the interior had more than a few decent sized piles of the annoying, gritty grains sitting on the floor and steps.

Gula floated down the steps and deftly navigated his way down to Tark's chamber, lighting the way with a ball of energy. It didn't take him very long to navigate his way down to the chamber where Tark was housed, and the gradual dimming of the Dust crystals and murals marked his swift progress. As he reached the final corridor to Tark's chamber, Gula dimmed the light and sent a weak blast down the hallway. It detonated in Tark's chamber, though Gula did not believe that the blast had hit Tark himself. The enormous and ancient Grimm had undoubtedly detected Gula quite some time ago and had been waiting patiently for him to arrive. Sure enough, Gula heard the distinct sound of something large beginning to shift. The ruins shuddered from his footsteps as Gula's view of the interior of Tark's chamber vanished to be replaced with a massive red and yellow eye that peered hungrily at him.

"Gula of Saiyan race, I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon. What brings you to my cage this time? Even now, I can sense that you have gained much power since last we met…" Tark hissed in an amused tone as his enormous eye zeroed in on Gula.

"Well, I won't lie and say that it hasn't been uneventful since then." Gula replied as he tread slowly down the corridor. Even with his power, he didn't trust this giant Grimm one iota.

"Well, I would absolutely love to hear all about it. Don't leave out a single detail." Tark requested (demanded. Let's be clear, he demanded it), so Gula set about explaining what had happened since he had last seen Tark; The strange woman who attacked him, his battle in Atlas, the Breach, his confrontation with his sister, The Fall of Beacon, all of it. Tark listened to all of this with rapt interest, occasionally making a strange noise in his throat before he spoke once more.

"Well, you have been busy, scurrying about and causing trouble, haven't you? I was curious about the sudden spike I felt some time ago. Oh, I have a feeling that things are going to become very interesting. The world is going to irreversibly change soon, and I have a feeling that you are going to find yourself at the center of it all." Tark growled as he reached a claw down the opposite tunnel and scraped a few bones out before tossing them into his mouth like crumbs. Gula watched as the ancient Grimm crunched the bones for a few moments before swallowing them.

"Well, I believe my curiosity has been satiated for now, and I believe you have yet to share why you came back to visit me. Please forgive my rudeness in requesting a story from you before even hearing the purpose of your return. What need do you have of me?" Tark inquired as he slid his massive eye up to the corridor once more.

"Well, it's come to my attention that the immortal that you told me about during my last visit may be behind the Fall of Beacon and is planning to take down the other kingdoms. I don't think that's her endgame, but that's what I know right now." Gula began to explain, only for Tark to cut him off.

"If you wish for me to explain how to prevent all this, I'm afraid I will be of no help to you. I do not know what the immortal plans, nor would I tell you how if I did. After all, why would I want to make the battle so easy for you?" Tark stated, only for Gula to shake his head in the negative.

"I wasn't going to ask that. What I was going to ask was for any and all details about the immortal; Who are they, what can they do, what do they want to do, no detail spared." Gula requested. Tark seemed to consider the question for a few moments before made another strange noise in his throat.

"I suppose I can entertain that request. Even trapped here, I still feel my brethren across the world, in the oceans and above the clouds." Tark decided before his massive eye slid shut. He let out a rumbling breath and began to speak.

"I can feel her pull, oh yes. I can practically taste her rage, her hatred for the world and her wish to see it all razed to the ground in the fires of her vengeance. She despises humanity, even as she acknowledges its ability to survive. She hates one among them most of all, for one among them chose humanity over her, a betrayal that has festered in her for millennia. She would see the end of everything to spite the one who chose a people over her, for how deep is her hatred." Tark hissed, sounding as though he was enjoying this. Gula committed all of this to memory.

"How does she intend to do this? What does she need? What is her name?" Gula pressed.

"She requires four keys. She has the means to acquire one of them and seeks the means for the other three, but her search has not given her success thus far. As for her name… Oh yes, I can hear it echoing in the darkness. It lingers in every corner of the mind of every Grimm… Salem…" Tark breathed. Gula nodded.

"I think that'll do for now. Thanks a lot, Tark." Gula replied graciously before turning to leave.

"I look forward to our next exchange, Gula of the Saiyan Race… I look forward to it a great deal…" Tark hissed down the tunnel as Gula began his flight back out of the ruins. The moment he was out of the dry, dusty corridors he felt an immense sense of relief. He did not like it underground, particularly down there. Mountain caves were one thing, going that deep underground felt unnatural to him. The only time he remembered being that far underground was when he'd woken up in Beacon's basement, and… well, it was probably better not to think about how well that had gone.

As Gula floated up into the air, he turned to start heading back to Grassbed, only to get interrupted by… well, by himself. Specifically, his stomach loudly protesting the lack of food currently inside it.

"Well… I suppose lunch couldn't hurt." Gula decided. He'd brought along his lien satchel and it was plenty heavy enough to afford a meal for himself. Gula flew down towards Menagerie and cast out his energy sense to try and find a good place to enter the cramped colony. However, as he got closer and closer to the outskirts of the town, Gula noticed a particularly familiar double energy signature that marked an individual that had their Aura unlocked, and it wasn't just the double nature of the signature that was familiar.

"So this is where she ran off to…" Gula muttered as he touched down out of sight and began to idly stroll down the cramped streets of Menagerie. Lunch could wait, at least for a short while. He had some catching up to do with a certain acquaintance of his.

"Come on… Come on, you can do this…"

Amber gritted her teeth in concentration as she cupped her hands at her side and pulled close to her hip, mirroring the stance that Gula had taught her. Energy was gathering in her palms and compressing as stared down her target: a boulder about eight feet tall and twenty yards away. She could destroy it with her bare fists and even a sufficiently large energy blast, but the energy wave would completely annihilate it if she mastered the technique.

"HYA!" Amber shouted as she threw her arms forward, palms facing the boulder and wrists pressed together as the energy wave erupted from her hands! And then proceeded to fizzle out several feet before it could hit the target… again…

Amber could only stare at the boulder in deadpan fashion, still in the same pose from firing the blast before she slowly slumped over and let out a groan of frustration before turning around. Suddenly, she spun around as a sphere of yellow-gold energy materialized in her right hand before she threw it at the boulder, causing it to explode in spectacular fashion!

"How come I can do that perfectly fine, but I can't handle an energy wave?!" Amber complained loudly before she stormed off. For the life of her, she could not figure out what she was doing wrong with the energy wave. She could charge the wave and fire it perfectly fine, but it never worked! It would fizzle out before reaching its target, or it would reach said target and do little more than give it a light scuff!

"Why is this so hard?" Amber lamented as she made her way back to the village, passing Violet and Garrow who were training together in the form of a mock spar. Amber paused to watch as the spar was apparently nearing its conclusion as Violet backflipped away from Garrow, who had just slammed his fist into the ground where she had just been standing. Violet cupped her hands at her side just before she landed as a bright blue star materialized in between her palms before she thrust it forward! A stream of energy erupted from her hands that slammed into Garrow, knocking him on his behind and causing Amber to fume. As Garrow got to his feet, rubbing his chest where the beam had hit him, he noticed Amber out of the corner of his eye, more specifically noticing her frustrated expression.

"Hey Amber, how're you doing?" Garrow called over as Amber just grumbled under her breath. Violet winced, having a bit of an inkling as to what had Amber so irked.

"You still struggling with the energy wave?" Violet asked, though she was quickly having second thoughts as she recalled the numerous times that Amber had trounced her in their sparring sessions, weapon or no.

"I just can't figure out what I'm doing wrong! I focus my ki, charge the attack and then fire! I can handle the normal energy blast perfectly fine, so why is this one not working?!" She complained as she kicked at a loose stone, though this turned out to be a bad idea as she accidentally punted it off into the woods before a sound that sounded like said stone had embedded itself an inch or two into a tree. All three of them cringed a bit at the noise.

"Well… I'm not sure what else I can say. I mean, you've got the form down better than I do and you've got more energy to work with than me, so you should be able to pull it off fine." Violet commented, causing Amber to grind her teeth a little more, though she did a better job of hiding it this time. Or at least, she thought she did. Garrow was giving her a weird look that could possibly have indicated otherwise.

"Have you tried using an energy wave against any Grimm?" Violet asked. Amber frowned.

"Once, and it did work. Problem is that the thing was so close to me that I needn't have bothered. I could have just used a normal blast or even just a punch or kick to take it down." Amber replied, her annoyed scowl having let up somewhat.

"Could the problem be that you're just not putting enough energy into it? I mean, when Gula uses an energy wave, he usually sustains the beam for a few moments after whatever he's targeting if he's really going for it. Maybe it's better to start with overkill and then tone it down afterwards in your case." Garrow suggested. Amber just huffed, although she did file Garrow's suggestion away in her head for later.

"At this point, I'm to annoyed to do anything productive training-wise. I'm going to go for a flight, then head back to the inn. Waste of my Sunday…" Amber muttered as she floated up into the air and shot off towards the mountains. If Gula was around, she'd have considered using the gravity machine to work off some of this frustration, but the trainees had silently agreed that it was probably best to avoid the machine until Gula got back, since they didn't know what to do if something went wrong. While Gula did possess some measure of foresight and caution, it seemed his was pretty selective with it, given how he'd been rather reckless when he'd used the aforementioned machine for training. Then again, he had been more desperate at the time, from what she could recall of his tale. Also, he had the totally unfair advantage of his alien biology; that 'zenkai boost' as he called it. Seriously, being able to convert battle damage into a permanent boost in strength was so unbelievably broken. Not that she was jealous or anything…

As Amber approached the mountains, she decided to visit Gula's cave. She'd only been there a couple of times and she'd never actually gone into what was effectively his home. She couldn't understand why he chose to live like this. He had perfectly good lodging at the town inn, what with how much he'd helped rebuild it after the still unexplained fire Dust incident and she had noted that he seemed to enjoy the beds there more than whatever he slept on in this cave. He could easily earn enough lien to purchase his own home, or even just build one himself. He obviously had picked up some tricks regarding construction and woodworking from the aforementioned fire Dust incident.

Amber touched down at the mouth of the cave and poked her head inside. There wasn't much to see. Just a fire pit in the back with a pot hanging over the burnt remains of some sticks and logs, an ever-so-slightly raised platform that was covered in furs and pelts from Gula's kills over the years that he presumably slept on, and a small alcove that firewood was stored in. Nothing too interesting.

Amber exited the cave and floated up and away from the cave before looking at the mountain again and it started to make more sense why he would choose to live in such a location. For one, it was pretty isolated and extremely difficult to reach if you were unable to fly, which is something she knew that Gula would like. Even though he had proved to be a good teacher and could interact easily with everyone in Grassbed, sans Ingo at the moment, Gula was hardly a social creature. He preferred his solitude and being able to do what he wanted, how he wanted to and when he wanted to do it. Naturally there were some compromises in that regard when it came to training Amber and the others, but she knew that Gula did enjoy teaching, at least on some level. He wouldn't have been that good at it if he hated it.

After a few doing a few laps around the village a few miles out as part of a brief patrol (and scorching a few Grimm that were treading a little to close to the village) Amber decided that it was time to head back to the inn to get some food. Her stomach had begun to loudly protest its emptiness a few minutes ago. Training as a Huntress burned quite a bit of energy as it was but throwing Ki training into the mix had thrown her appetite and metabolism into overdrive, though still nowhere near as disturbing as Gula's legendary stomach capacity. Still, if push came to shove, she could probably eat enough food at an all-you-can-eat buffet to get more than her money's worth.

Luckily, the inn was more than accommodating regarding her new diet, as were the rest of the villagers with the other trainees. It certainly helped that Gula was still going out hunting, occasionally bringing back something a little more exotic to shake things up. However, after he brought back a great white shark, they politely requested that he stick to normal fish like tuna. Amber couldn't help but snicker a bit as she recalled the day that Gula had arrived. He'd been out for a few hours on one of his hunting trips, one that had gone on a bit longer than what was usual for him. Amber had been sparring with Lila when she sensed Gula approaching the village, so she called off the spar before she and Lila flew back to Grassbed to meet up with the others. Gula was already in sight by the time they got to the town square, though his silhouette looked rather unusual, though it looked rather unusual. However, as he got closer to the village, it quickly became clear what was different. It was the massive death fish that he had slung across his back. Despite the gasps and screams when Gula had touched down in the village with his catch he still looked incredibly pleased with himself, though it could have been directly because of said gasps and screams now that Amber thought about it.

Well, regardless of the opinion of the villagers, the shark had actually tasted pretty good. Gula had saved the teeth of the giant creature as keepsakes, which a few of the trainees had jokingly suggest that Gula have made into a necklace or bracelet. Strangely enough, he seemed to have been actually considering it, and the more she thought about it, the more she was starting to possibly consider it a good idea, much as that shocked her. Well, if anyone could pull off a shark tooth necklace, it wouldn't be a surprise of that person was a literal alien. Besides, it could be a part of his culture that they adorn themselves with trophies from wild game. Next time they were alone and didn't have to worry about keep the whole 'extraterrestrial' thing under wraps, she'd have to ask him.

As Amber touched down in the village square she noticed Ingo hauling supplies to the village bakery, still sporting the same mild scowl that he'd had ever since Gula had kicked him out of training. She'd noticed he'd been doing less patrols recently and started helping around the village a little more, helping carry heavy supplies and the like around. Amber wasn't exactly sure what had prompted this change, though she believed it to be a pretty positive one. Perhaps getting away from his self-imposed isolation and interacting with the community he'd grown up in would help temper his anger and frustration with Gula. Getting those two to make peace was going to be a very long and delicate process, but if it worked then it'd be worth it.

"However, that still doesn't solve the problem of how we help Ingo with all that turbulent energy he's got." Amber thought to herself as she reached out with her senses to check on Ingo's energy, wincing a bit when she detected the familiar chaotic storm that was raging inside his body. Luckily, it seemed his body was holding itself together remarkably well, but that only made Amber more nervous. It couldn't hold out forever, and if even one thing went wrong, such as a single bone's integrity giving out or one organ failed or tore, Amber had a feeling that everything would start falling apart at once.

Amber shook her head to clear her mind. They wouldn't be able to help Ingo while he still hated their guts. Focus on patching things up between him, Gula and the other trainees, then worry about keeping Ingo from dying a premature death. And food before all that, as Amber's stomach was quick to remind her.

Amber strode through the streets to the inn and grabbed a seat at the bar. A few minutes of waiting later, Lila arrived to take her order. She spent whatever spare moments she had earning money at the inn, even if business had slowed a bit since the CCT in Vale had been brought down.

"Good afternoon! You're here early." Lila commented as she handed Amber a water to start.

"Thanks. Training ended a bit early today, so I decided to do a quick patrol and come back here." Amber replied as she sipped at the water. Lila winced.

"Still having trouble with the energy wave, huh? Yeah, I'm kind of struggling with that too." She muttered as she grabbed her notepad to write down the order.

"I'll just get the usual, and at least you can actually hit something at thirty yards. I can't even reach twenty, let alone damage something at that range." Amber ground out after giving her order. Lila jotted it down before turning to bring it to the cooks.

"Well, hopefully you'll figure it out. You want anything else to drink?" Lila asked as the cooks got to work. Amber shook her head.

"I'll stick with water for now. I'm not really in a drinking mood." She replied as Lila left to take another customer's order. Amber sat at the bar patiently, sipping at her water as she listened to the chorus of chatter within the inn. However, she could tell that it wasn't the same chatter that this place would normally see, even if she had no reference point for 'normal' chatter. She could tell by the atmosphere. Everyone was worried about when the CCT would come back online and how Vale was recovering from the surprise attack by the White Fang and Grimm, not to mention Atlas' involvement causing more than a few people to cast wary eyes towards the famous City in the Clouds.

Amber frowned as she set down her water, hearing the ice cubes jostle about in a way that indicated the water was running low. Just as another waitress arrived to top up her glass, someone took a seat on the barstool next to her. Amber glanced to the side to take a look at this person. Even at a glance, Amber could tell this person wasn't from the village. Their bare arms on the bar were muscled and scarred far more than anyone else in the village, though not quite as bad as Gula was. Amber could see black hair poking out from under the hood and a scar on the person's lip, but that was about it. Amber reached out with her energy senses to get a better read on the stranger and found nothing out of the ordinary. It was a bit larger than the average person, but not enough to raise suspicion.

"You look like you've had a hard day." The stranger spoke. Going by the voice, it was a woman in her mid to late twenties, possibly early thirties.

"You look like you've had a hard life, what with all those scars." Amber replied as she sipped at her water.

"Why, hello there Kettle, my name's Pot. Have we met?" The woman replied dryly. Amber resisted the urge to touch the scar on her own face and felt a brief moment of shame at her retort.

"Sorry about that. It was tasteless. I'm not sure that the day's been hard, but it's been frustrating." Amber apologized to the woman who laughed a little bit.

"Hey, no hard feelings. 'Probably wasn't the best way to start a conversation on my part." The woman mused as she waved down the bartender.

"Surprise me. Price isn't an issue." The woman told the bartender, who immediately set to work on mixing a drink for the woman. Amber turned her gaze away as took another sip of her water and extended her energy sense to the borders of the village. Violet and Garrow had returned and were back at their respective homes for dinner, Ash was training just beyond the walls that surrounded the village, and Ingo was on his way back to his own home. While she'd been otherwise occupied, the food Amber had ordered arrived in front of her, courtesy of Lila. Amber snapped back to reality at the sound of the plate being placed on the bar in front of her and immediately thanked Lila before she grabbed her utensils and beginning to dig in. The woman sitting next to her eyed the meal before smiling as she took a sip from the drink she'd gotten from the bartender, which looked like whiskey to Amber.

"You know, that actually looks pretty good." The woman commented before waving down another waitress.

"I'll have what she's having." The woman told the waitress, who immediately wrote down the order and sent it to the kitchen.

"So, what are you doing in Grassbed? Not many people are travelling on foot these days, what with the uptick in Grimm activity and the CCT being down." Amber asked as she took a bite out of the bread that came with her meal. The woman shrugged.

"Mainly just wandering. I was doing that before, so why stop now?" The woman replied as she took another sip of her drink.

"Damn, this is good." She complimented as she put her glass back down on the bar. Amber finished another bite and dragged a bit of mashed potatoes through gravy as she took another draught of water.

"Any destination in particular, or are you just on the road for the sake of it?" Amber asked before taking a bite of the aforementioned potatoes.

"Mainly just travelling for fun. I'm a bounty hunter by trade, but I'm between targets right now and I'm not seeing too much business anyway at the moment." The woman answered as she slowly rotated her glass, watching the liquid inside splash about. Amber's eyes suddenly flashed over to the woman as her instincts suddenly had her on edge. It wasn't uncommon for Hunters to eventually find work as bounty hunters and many others besides found their way into the profession, but one thing bounty hunters didn't do was travel without reason. They needed to stay accessible during their down time to receive new contracts or marks. Besides, if they did travel, they did so in a swift manner to ensure that a client wasn't kept waiting or a target didn't have time to evade them.

Amber was now very suspicious of this woman. If this woman really was a bounty hunter, she was an incredibly incompetent one, at least in regard to the business side of things. However, Amber did not get the impression of incompetence from this person. So either she was only telling half the truth, or she was outright lying. Plus, there was the issue of this woman having no Aura signature that almost always signified a bounty hunter or Hunter, or any weapons on the woman's person; elements that were practically a necessity to make it as a bounty hunter on Remnant. If this woman really was a bounty hunter, then what exactly was she.

Amber carefully went back to her food, trying to not look tense or suspicious. As she took another sip from her glass, the waitress arrived with the bounty hunter's food, which she eagerly dug into.

"Oh man, this is some real good food." The bounty hunter muttered as she continued to attack it. Amber wasn't sure what to make of this woman. On the one hand, Amber had a ton of reasons to be suspicious of her, given the sketchiness and questionability of her apparent backstory. But on the other hand, her behaviour was just too weird in contrast to the backstory. She was friendly enough and was behaving more like some sort of tourist! Amber wasn't about to trust any random stranger, regardless of how trustworthy they appeared to be. That's how she'd wound up with her magic powers dead, her face permanently scarred and half dead. However, she couldn't go around picking fights and being paranoid all the time. She had her energy sense to check not only for sinister intent and for checking who was potentially dangerous, regardless of intent. She had her new training, she had her staff and she had four other people in the village who were almost as strong as she was, and one that was quite possibly stronger than her and by a wide margin. While there was definitely a ton of danger out there that could very well be beyond them at some point, right now, Grassbed was probably among the safest places in the world to be. Especially since the Grimm were actively afraid of treading to close to the village that Gula had marked as under his protection.

That having been said, she wouldn't drop her guard. As she had reminded herself earlier, dropping her guard in such a manner was how she'd gotten to this point and she was not going to end up like that again.

"Hey, if you're not hungry, you mind letting me eat that?"

Amber snapped out of her thoughts as the woman addressed her. Amber looked down at her food, which she'd been prodding at with her fork for a few minutes now.

"No thanks, I'm fine. I was just lost in thought." Amber replied as she got back to her food. The woman looked a bit disappointed but shrugged as she started tending to a fresh drink before dropping a large amount of lien on the bar.

"Keep the change. Consider the excess as tips." The woman told the waitress, who dumbfoundedly gathered up the vast quantity of money and took it to the register to tally up the bill. Amber watched curiously as the woman yawned before taking another swig of her drink, nearly emptying the glass.

"Well, I think I'm gonna head out as soon as I'm done this. It was nice talking to you. Oh, and a brief word of advice, you aren't going to break anything if you don't commit to it." The woman told her before tossing the rest of the glass back and placing it back on the counter before she stood up and walked out the door. Amber stared after her for a few moments as she tried to figure out what the woman had been talking about before it suddenly all clicked, and her eyes went wide. Amber leapt from the barstool and sprinted for the inn door, throwing it open as she yanked her staff from her back and extended it, ready for a fight! However, it was all for nought as the woman was gone, seemingly having vanished into thin air. Amber immediately reached out with her energy sense, desperately trying to find the woman. Finally she located her, only for Amber to suddenly cold and pale. Her energy was tremendous, easily matching and probably eclipsing Gula's, and that was just at supersonic flight. There was a wide gulf between supersonic flight energy levels of energy and battle-ready energy levels.

Amber was suddenly thankful that she hadn't tried to start anything with that woman, nor that the woman had tried to start anything with her. Ever better was the fact that she was flying away, and not in the direction that Gula had left in. Amber could only think of one person who that could possibly have been, and she was someone that no one on Remnant wanted to cross, regardless of whether they knew or not.

"Man, when Gula gets back, he is going to freak out…" Amber murmured to herself as she went back into the inn to pay for the meal, even if she had no intention of finishing it. However, she was now reconsidering the idea of getting a drink, if only to calm her nerves. Amber knew that tonight was going to be a very long, very sleepless night.

"You know, I probably should have just flown." Gula thought to himself. He'd known that this island settlement was pretty… well, there a few words one could employ; compact was probably the nicest way to say it, but most people would probably just say cramped. Buildings were pressed very close together and people even more so as they bustled about the streets. This place was certainly a far cry from Grassbed, where Gula could have a giant chunk of street to himself, depending on when he was passing through. The busiest section of the town was always the market area and the inn, and even then you typically didn't have to deal with crowds or lines. Of course, this was also dependant on what time of year it was, as there would be a natural uptick in travelers passing through Grassbed during certain times of the year. Still, it never got as bad as this

How the people living on this island tolerated it was completely beyond Gula's comprehension. If he wasn't worried about drawing unnecessary attention to himself Gula would have probably just taken to the air right then and there and was becoming more and more tempted to do that by the minute. However, it would probably be pointless at this point. The energy signature he'd been tracking was only about two minutes away, even with the crowds and jostling, so he just bore with it and continued to navigate his way towards the double signature, eventually making his way to a massive house in the center of the settlement.

"Wonder what she's doing here…" Gula muttered as he walked up to the front door and gave it a few knocks. It wasn't long until someone started approaching the door and when it opened, Gula found himself face to face with someone dressed in what was undoubtedly a guard's uniform.

"State your business." The man said with an air of authority.

"I'm here to speak to Blake Belladonna." Gula answered calmly, arms crossed over his chest. The guard eyed him suspiciously.

"What business do you have with Lady Blake?" The guard inquired, his hand tightening on the spear he held in one hand.

"Just a social call. Tell her its her trainer between semesters. She'll know who I am. I've got no trouble waiting." Gula replied. The guard narrowed his gaze, but leaned back to whisper something to the guard, who immediately nodded and left. The guard returned his stare back to Gula, who was now leaning against one of the columns of the large residence.

"May I ask what your relationship is with Lady Blake?" The guard tried again. Gula shrugged.

"We have a mutual acquaintance or two. I helped bale them out of a tight spot or two and gave them some training in between all that. I was just passing through and thought I'd pop in for a quick visit." Gula explained. That was half true. Gula wasn't sentimental enough to make social calls. First off, he was going to have a discussion with her about why she'd taken off the way she had. Given she'd come to an island that historically served as a last refuge for her people, he wasn't under the impression she'd come here because a warrior's calling had brought her to this place.

The second reason was to give her an update on how the others were doing and let her know that Ruby and three out of four members of JNPR were on their way to Haven and that Pyrrha would be joining them soon, hopefully with Yang in tow. What she did with that information was up to her.

Speaking of the devil, Gula could sense a familiar dual energy signature rushing through the house to the front door, followed closely by another signature that Gula didn't recognize. Soon enough, he saw the girl in question come into view before stopping in front of Gula, completely gobsmacked. She'd changed up her outfit since Gula had last seen her. She was now wearing a sleeveless black crop top with several cut outs around the neckline, a long white tailcoat, black pants with a white belt and thigh-high black boots. She'd also ditched the bow that covered her cat ears, which were sticking straight up in surprise at the moment.

Following behind her was a blond faunus boy with a monkey tail. For a brief moment, Gula thought the kid was a Saiyan before he remembered that Saiyans weren't blonde. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt, a necklace composed of a gold disk on a black cord, red gauntlets, blue jeans with a white belt and chain accessory on his right. Peering closer, it seemed that the boy had some sort of patch on his left shoulder, mostly concealed by his shirt.

"…How?!" Blake asked after staring at him for a few moments. Gula looked at her pointedly as he pointed up at the sky. Blake groaned as she began rubbing her forehead.

"Okay, let me rephrase that. How did you find me?" She clarified. Gula shrugged.

"Actually, I was here for something completely unrelated when I found out you were here completely by accident. So, I decided I'd stop in for a little visit before I went back to Mistral." Gula replied. Blake merely grumbled under her breath as the faunus boy glanced between the two of them.

"So… is anyone gonna introduce this guy, or… Wait a minute, I remember you! You were at the docks when we were stopping that Dust robbery!" The blonde exclaimed! Gula frowned as he tried to recall the event in question before it clicked.

"Yeah, I remember you." Gula realized as he offered his hand to shake.

"Name's Sun Wukong. Huntsman in training!" The boy, now known as Sun, greeted as he shook Gula's hand.

"Gula. Martial artist." He greeted in turn. By this point, Blake was starting to take notice of the stares from the guards and the few people outside, so she motioned for Gula to come inside. Gula was more than happy to oblige as he stepped inside and the doors were closed behind him.

"So, what exactly were you doing on Menagerie?" Blake asked as she started leading them through the massive house.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you but lets just say the desert here is home to more than just pitfalls and bugs that live in pitfalls." Gula replied. Blake's eyes widened.

"You went into the desert?! Why would you… Oh right, you don't have to worry about all the stuff on the ground that can kill you." Blake muttered as she led them to what seemed to be a living room, though Gula would have thought a living room would have been bigger in a house as big as this.

"Um, uninitiated here. Why does he not need to worry about the murder desert?" Sun asked. Blake sighed as she rubbed her temples.

"Alright, don't freak out, but… he can fly." Blake told Sun, who started laughing. However, he quickly stopped laughing when no one else laughed with him.

"Holy crap, you're actually serious…" Sun murmured.

"Actually… sigh… Gula, can I just go ahead an tell him?" Blake asked the Saiyan in question, who frowned for a moment.

"So long as he keeps his mouth shut about it." Gula replied after a bit of thought. Blake sighed again before taking a deep breath.

"Alright. So.. You know how during the Breach, there was that red thing that killed all the Grimm?" Blake asked Sun, who nodded.

"Oh yeah, definitely. I heard more than a few faunus going on about how 'the Red Warrior had come to save them in their greatest hour of need' and all that other junk. I mean, yeah, totally something killed all those Grimm, but that weird religion thing that's started up about this supposed… Wait a second… You're not saying…" Sun started saying before turning to stare slack-jawed at Gula as air slowly leaked out of his lungs. Gula was about to say something before Sun dropped to the ground, bowing on his knees to Gula.

"I'm so sorry for my lack of faith, my lord!" Sun exclaimed to a very confused Gula, much to Blake and Gula's great chagrin.

"Um… Can someone explain to me what's going on?" Gula asked as he reached down and seized Sun by the collar of his shirt and hauling him up to his feet before giving the monkey faunus a very light slap across the face to snap him out of whatever was wrong with him. Blake just rubbed her forehead while resting her other hand on her hip.

"So, a few years back this urban legend started to spread through the faunus community about a mysterious figure surrounded by red light who would show up and save faunus from humans that were oppressing them. Apparently, this eventually grew to the point of being considered similar to a religion and even a cult within the White Fang." Blake explained tiredly. Now it was Gula's turn to have his jaw drop.

"So, let me get this straight… For the last… It would be four years, since that was my first encounter with faunus traffickers. Anyway, for the last four years, there has been an actual cult that was founded around me, entirely based on the one time I went out and blew a bunch of faunus traffickers to high hell. Does that about sum it up?" Gula summarized. Blake nodded. Gula just stared deadpan at her.

"In retrospect, I'm not sure what I what I was expecting anymore." Gula muttered. Sun stared at him wide eyed.

"Wait, so… how exactly do you do that… Red Warrior thing? Is it your Semblance?" Sun asked, having calmed down a bit after getting straightened out and getting some sense smacked back into her. Gula just squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

"Later, okay? I'm still busy processing the whole cult thing." Gula muttered as he took a seat on one of the couches as he continued to… process. Blake took a seat herself and Sun followed suit.

"So… How are the others?" Blake asked timidly. Gula glanced at her, feeling a bit surprised. He hadn't expected her to ask how JNPR and the sisters of her team were holding up.

"Pyrrha's recovered enough, though she can't fight like she used to. She can fight, but she's had to reinvent herself from the ground up to do so. I'm actually pretty impressed." Gula shared. Blake seemed to cheer up a bit when she heard about Pyrrha's recovery, though her drooping ears indicated discomfort and possibly fear.

"And… Yang?" Blake asked. Gula's frown probably didn't help.

"She's… Screw it, not gonna sugar-coat it. She's really not herself. By all appearances, she's just given up. Maybe she's improved since the last time I saw her. It's been a few weeks, so it's definitely a possibility. Still, not good." Gula informed her. Blake now looked incredibly sullen.

"I shouldn't have left…" Blake murmured to herself.

"Probably not." Gula agreed, but he left it at that. Now wasn't the time.

"Anyway, I haven't told you about the others. Ruby, Jaune, Nora and Ren are making their way to Haven. They might be there by now, though I have no clue. They left about a month or so ago." Gula shared, only for Sun and Blake to suddenly sit bolt upright.

"Did you say they're going to Haven?!" Blake exclaimed. Gula frowned.

"Yeah… Why?" He asked.

"And who is this?"

Gula suddenly spun to see two new people standing in the doorframe of this apparent living room. It was a man and a woman, the latter of which shared more than a few similarities with Blake. In fact, he could see a few similarities between the two and Blake, namely their hair and eye color… Then it clicked. Honestly, it annoyed Gula that he hadn't figured it out quicker.

The man wore an open dark purple coat with a white fur trim, showing off a large patch of fur on his chest. Over this was a silver spaulder that connected to a clasp on the other side of his coat, connected by two metal strips. Over his beige pants he wore a sash that matched the color of his coat with an enormous metal plate as a sort of buckle. On his boots were white stripes, reminiscent of claws.

The woman, a dead ringer for Blake now that Gula was paying attention, wore a black hakama and sandles, white tunic and a black shrug with gold trim over the tunic. Additionally, she had three studs pierced in her ears, two on the right and one on the left, and two bangles on her left arm, as well as a purple band tied to the same arm.

"Mom! Dad!" Blake exclaimed.

"Yes, Blake. Who exactly is this?" The large man asked. Gula sized him up a bit. The man was definitely imposing; as tall as he was broad and muscular to boot, and with equally mighty facial hair. If Gula hadn't been a Saiyan he'd have been very intimidated by this man.

"Mom, dad, this is Gula. He saved a lot of lives during the Breath." Blake explained quickly.

"And apparently accidentally started a cult!" Sun blurted out. Blake spun around to smack him, but Gula had already beaten her to the punch, closing the distance between himself and Wukong and giving him a hard elbowto the chest, sending him crashing into an opposite wall and slumping over, mumbling incoherently about bullheads, whatever those were.

"Seriously! Literally the first people we meet who don't know and you just announce it!" Gula yelled angrily as two red energy spheres materialized in his hands, though Blake was quick to defuse the situation.

"Gula, for the love of god, do not blow up Sun in my family's house!" She exclaimed desperately and possibly hysterically as Gula glared bloody murder at Wukong. In the end though, he dispelled the energy and just started grumbling as he stalked away from Sun, who was now gingerly getting to his feet and rubbing his chest.

"Ow… Yeah… That really hurt…" Wukong groaned as he rubbed his chest gingerly. Blake hurried over to him and checked his shoulder. Glancing back, Gula could see the full extent of the wound that had been covered by the patch and white shirt; A small but deep looking puncture wound that had stained the surrounding area red.

Meanwhile, Blake's parents had just been watching with a bit of shock and horror at the altercation that had just occurred, not to mention the sentence that had preceded said altercation.

"Blake, what's this about a cult?" The woman asked hesitantly.

"Also, maybe finish introductions?" Gula added as he continued to glare at Wukong, making a mental note to make sure he was the last person to find out he was an alien, regardless of how many people found out. Blake finished making sure that Sun was okay before shooting a glare of her own at Gula.

"This is my mom Kali, and this is my dad Ghira. There. Introductions finished." She replied in a clipped tone, though Gula paid it no mind.

"As for the cult thing, since someone apparently couldn't keep their mouth shut, I'm the person who inspired the Red Warrior myth. There, it's been said." Gula ground out. Of course, this didn't quite have the effect that Gula was going for. In fact, it might have made the whole situation worse.

"Wait, this kid is the Red Warrior?!" Ghira exclaimed.

"He's the one who eradicated all those Grimm with a death ray?!" Kali added.

"Oh god, is this how Yang felt during initiation?" Blake moaned as she rubbed her temples. Seeing that this whole situation was going absolutely nowhere, Gula opted to put an end to it in an more Saiyan method. He powered up enough to unleash his crimson aura and make a lot of noise. Thankfully, this did have the effect that Gula was going for, and everyone shut up right quick.

"Is everyone good? Are we not freaking out anymore? Wonderful. Mr. Ghira, Mrs. Kali, it's an honor to meet you both. Sun, I'm going to cause you lots of physical harm when you least expect it. It's been established that my abilities and one time trafficking bust unintentionally led to the founding of a cult. Has that addressed everything? Fantastic. Let's please move on." Gula declared before panning his gaze around the room, as if daring anyone to not move on.

"Oh, and the guards will be here in three, two…" Gula started to say before the guards burst into the room, weapons at the ready.

"There it is." Gula concluded before going to sit back down.

"Sir, we heard a disturbance! Is everything okay?!" One of the guards frantically asked. Ghira waved them down.

"Nothing's wrong' gentlemen. Just an argument that was about to get out of hand, nothing more. Our friend managed to calm it down before things got worse." Ghira told them. The guards seemed unsure, but they nonetheless bowed and left the room. Ghira let out an audible sigh as everyone also took a seat on the couches.

"I'm going to need something strong to drink after this…" Ghira muttered tiredly before turning his gaze to Gula.

"So, why did you come to Menagerie. I don't imagine someone like you does social calls." The imposing faunus inquired. Gula shrugged.

"I was here on other business and was about to leave when I found out that Blake was on the island and since it was still a mystery as to where she'd gone after the Fall of Beacon, I decided to check in and possibly have a few words." Gula replied before turning an eye to Blake, who glanced down at the floor.

"If you were going to chew me out for disappearing, I already had that conversation Sun and my parents. I know what I'm going to do now." Blake told him. Gula raised an eyebrow and glanced around at Wukong and the elder Belladonnas, who all more or less communicated that this was true.

"Alright then. So, what are you going to do? Also, why were you freaking out about Ruby and three out of four JNPR members heading to Haven?" Gula inquired, which suddenly had the elder Belladonnas freaking out as well.

"They can't go there! They'll get caught in the crossfire!" Kali exclaimed. Gula sat up a bit straighter and leaned forward.

"Things are about to get stupid again, aren't they…" He muttered as he waited for an explanation.

"We've obtained confirmation that a high-ranking member of the White Fang named Adam Taurus intends to assassinate Sienna Khan, the current leader of the White Fang, and take her place. He'll then lead the White Fang against Haven and destroy it." Ghira growled angrily. Gula groaned.

"Of course… I should have known it was too quiet… Alright then!" Gula muttered before clapping his hands together.

"Where's Sienna Khan now? I go there and blow up Taurus and whoever else is helping him, White Fang doesn't attack, problem solved!" Gula proposed, only for everyone to start emphatically saying no, much to Gula's annoyance.

"We can't just kill him and his followers! For one, that sort of senseless violence is how we got into this mess to begin with. Second, if we outright kill Taurus, it will only make a martyr of him." Ghira argued. Gula rolled his eyes and slumped forward a bit.

"Fine then, how about this? I fly there, I grab Khan and bring her somewhere and explain the situation. That leaves the White Fang without a leader, no one dies, Khan and you all can do sort out Taurus and I can get back to Grassbed to explain why I'm going to be away for a while and hopefully avert another disaster! Does that about cover it all?" Gula suggested. Wukong and the Belladonna clan looked back and forth between each other, considering the idea but also clearly unsure.

"You think you can make it in time?" Blake asked. Gula smirked.

"I can reach supersonic speed easy. They're based in Mistral, right? Just give me a general area to look in and my speed and senses will take care of the rest." Gula replied.

"And you'll do so without killing anyone?" Ghira pushed. Gula nodded, though he looked a little unhappy about it.

"There might be a bit of scuffing, but no one dies." Gula promised.

"Define 'scuffing'." Kali pressed.

"They won't be crippled if that's your worry. I won't be launching attacks at them, but I'm not making promises when I break in. Again though, no one dies." Gula assured everyone. They still looked apprehensive, but they eventually agreed.

"Give us a moment to prepare a message and proof for Sienna so that she has more than your word to go on. It shouldn't take too long." Ghira told Gula before he got to his feet to leave. Gula also rose to his feet and stretched.

"Alright, I can wait. Besides, I think I'll be otherwise occupied with interrogating the eavesdropper." Gula told them before his energy suddenly burst forth and he rocketed out of the room with a violent gust of wind!

"Eavesdropper?" Sun asked before Gula suddenly rocketed back into the room, holding someone by the scruff of a stealth suit of some kind. Blake immediately went from alarmed to horrified, then to dismay.

"Alright then Miss, if you can explain what exactly you thought you were doing out there with a listening device pressed to this wall and your ear, this won't get ugly." Gula said amicably as he pinned her to the wall. The person pinned, a girl with a ponytail who was undergoing rapid color changes (likely in a fear response) just looked at him with a terrified expression.

"Gula, for the love of all that is holy, don't kill her!" Blake pleaded as she looked at the captive. Gula just rolled his eyes.

"Please, I know my own strength. Besides, I wouldn't kill her now. She hasn't told us everything she's heard since she started listening in." Gula placated before returning his steely glare back to the girl, who had relaxed up until he said 'yet' and was now back to looking terrified.

"And we better make it snappy, since apparently my schedule now includes foiling assassinations and preventing The Fall of Haven on top of every other stupid thing I have to deal with in my life." Gula stated, snarling at the end.

At this point, Gula was reaching the limit of his patience for the general idiocy that was being haphazardly lobbed into his life. He had PTO invasions to stop, students to train, a Saiyan on the loose that was particularly after his guts, an immortal witch that was seemingly out to destroy Remnant to research, and now apparently he had political assassinations to foil. This was just the latest dumb thing he had to deal with. All he could do was hope and pray that more dumb stuff wouldn't be thrown into his life.

Oh, if only the poor bastard knew…

And that's where we're ending it for today! WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!

Creativity: WE DID IT! LONGEST CHAPTER TO DATE!

Author: AND IT BROKE THE 10K WORD THRESHOLD!

Alright, enough backpatting. It's real late as I'm writing these closing notes, so I'm going to keep this quick. This was a fun chapter to write and if it's the last one for a while, I'm glad I get to break on this one. I got to bring two characters back that I'm looking forward to using more, I got to set events in motion that I've been envisioning for a while, and I breached the 10K word count for a single chapter.

But now, it's time for me to sign off for now. Please review, hope to see you on Discord, and a HUGE thanks for 100K reads. Here's to 100K more!