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A figure stumbles across the forest floor, veiled by the shadows of the forest and clouds above. He teeters on his feet as he continues to run, until finally, he collapses against a tree.

Breathing heavily, Tyrian reaches into a pocket and retrieves a Seer Grimm. The pitch black sphere turns to red as it connects to the other side.

"Tyrian," Salem's soothing voice sounds.

"My goddess," Tyrian bows his head respectfully.

Her eyes glance over his broken nose, arm, and ribs.

"What is it you wish to report?"

"As you've instructed, I've taken care of those on the list."

"... And your injuries? None on that list should have had the capability of harming you to such a degree."

A surge of joy wells up within Tyrian.

"After I'd dealt with Heather Shields, I was intercepted by Qrow Branwen."

"One of Ozpin's eyes..." Salem softly says. "And?"

"He was little more difficult to deal with, but I struck him with my tail. When I was about to finish him off..."

Rage flashes across Tyrian's eyes.

"She suddenly appeared. That Arc," he snarls, but quickly catches himself and bows his head respectfully.

Salem's eyes slightly narrow.

"Camellia Arc... To escape without permanent injury after facing her can be considered a victory... You've done quite well, Tyrian."

Tyrian deeply bows his head, hiding his fanatical smile.

"Do you wish for me to stay in Anima?" Tyrian croons.

"No. You've done your part for now. Return home."

Salem cuts the communication from the Seer Grimm. She looks down at her hand and clenches it into a fist.

"The Arc bloodline..." She coldly smiles for a brief moment before turning her attention back towards Cinder.

"I'm sorry," Qrow mutters as the man who'd answered the door collapses onto his knees.

Qrow averts his eyes, unable to meet the gaze of the young child standing at the doorway alongside her father. When Qrow shifts his gaze back towards Camellia, he finds her gone, and in her place is a neat pile of weaponry and armor.

'She's gone...'

In the background, a raven takes off from a rooftop.

*** The Ocean ***

Jaune casually strolls through the air as he appreciates the view of the sun rising. Based on his estimations and current dropping temperatures, the coastline of Solitas should become visible in less than an hour.

'Hmm?'

A large structure in the distance catches Jaune's attention.

'Amity Colosseum.'

He slightly adjusts his course and quickly catches up to the monolithic structure.

From above the Colosseum's open roof, the stench of decaying bodies that had repeatedly baked in the sun for several weeks lingers in the air, making it heavy.

After the battle, there are not enough time or resources to spare to retrieve the deceased left behind on Amity. As a result, the structure had become a floating casket for the hundreds of civilians, Huntsmen, and students who fell victim to the Grimm within its walls.

"They should be properly sent off," Jaune mutters before diving down into the Colosseum.

Like the wind, he quickly traverses through the stands and corridors, and after several minutes, all of the remains are stored into his ring. He makes his way back up onto the Colosseum stage and waves his hand, bringing out an enormous pile of neatly stacked corpses.

While standing above the pile, Jaune uncorks several bottles of wine, then disperses the liquor across the mound as a fine fragrant mist.

"It would be a shame to not have a final drink before your next journey."

A vermillion flame appears above his palm before he gently pushes it out towards the mound. When the fire touches the mound, the entirety of it ignites instantly. Despite the massive bonfire, there is no smoke or heat. The near divine and purifying nature of his Vermillion Bird qi flame silently disintegrates the corpses into multicolored ash that streams out from the top of the Colosseum and into the sky. Anyone watching from inside the Colosseum would witness a plethora of star like glitters painting the sky above, before slowly fading away.

Jaune approaches the edge of the stage, nearing rusted limbs of metal scattered into several sections.

Placing his hand over them, Jaune mutters, "Though you and I had very limited contact, we are tied by karma, thanks to Ruby."

His divine sense reaches out and reorganizes Penny's body to its original humanoid figure. He waves his hand over the torn body, mending the metal and wires back together with sparks of energy provided by the White Tiger. After a few moments, Penny's body is completely reformed, and aside from her torn clothes, there is no other evidence of damage. Jaune kneels down and places his hand over her lifeless eyes, then gently closes them shut.

"If you were only an artificial lifeform, then simply mending you back together would have awoken you. Yet, as Ruby has asserted, despite your artificial body, your soul was real. Your creator poured their heart out for you and gave you life Penny Polendina, and so, may you rest in peace."

Jaune reaches out and grabs several of Penny's retractable blades, then stores them into his ring.

"Ruby would appreciate a keepsake of her dear friend."

He glances upward as snow begins to drift into the Colosseum. With a hop, he stands above the Colosseum's roof, and gazes out towards the coastline of Solitas in the horizon. Jaune quickly soars away, leaving behind the lonely grave slowly drifting towards Atlas.

*** Solitas ***

Like an arrow, Jaune shoots through a harsh blizzard as he flies deeper into the continent. The wind and snow avoids him as he soars. Eventually, he pierces through the edge of the storm, finding himself above a large mountain range surrounded by a vast tundra.

The massive central mountain is surrounded on all sides by numerous smaller mountains and hills, creating a natural fortress. The top half of the central mountain has been carved out, creating a foundation for the city of Atlas. Countless skyscrapers, spires, and monolithic structures populate the central part of the city. Atlas Academy looms over the rest of the city as it is situated on top of a platform in the middle of the city.

Jaune gazes out towards the outer rims of the mountaintop. As one travels away from the center, the grand buildings fade into suburban areas, then eventually, into large farmlands. Despite the harsh surrounding environment and temperature, various types of crops seem to have no issue growing on these lands. As Jaune descends closer towards the top of the mountain, a warmth can be felt radiating into the air.

'An underground heating system laid out across the entire mountaintop. Maintaining this would require an astronomical amount of Dust, but due to the SDC, such a problem is nonexistent. As for the soil's fertility... plant Dust mixed into the fertilizer. Very clever.'

Despite its humbler appearances, Jaune can clearly see that the residents do not seem to be struggling for food or living quarters. However, he notes that as he approaches the central city, there are less Faunus residents seen.

Once above Atlas Academy, Jaune looks down at the stream of students moving through the academy. All of them are dressed in the same militaristic style of uniform seen during the Vytal Festival.

Jaune disappears from the air and lightly lands in the courtyard of Atlas Academy. No one pays him any heed as he casually strolls through the doors. He takes his time to explore the various facilities, mentally comparing various aspects of the school to Beacon. He pauses and glances downward.

'It is faint... but is that the current Winter Maiden? Her vital energy is dwindling.'

As he nears the central tower, he sees a familiar face.

Winter taps a finger against her arm as she waits for the elevator to arrive at her floor. When the door finally opens, she strolls in and taps in a series of numbers and letters, then scans her military badge. With a lurch, the elevator accelerates towards the top of the tower.

When the elevator slows to a stop, she straightens her back and steps out into the lobby area. She pauses in front of an office door, and takes a moment to take a deep breath, then walks in.

"General Ironwood, sir."

She salutes.

"At ease Winter," Ironwood raises a hand. He gives Winter a small smile.

"If you don't mind, could you brew me some tea? I can never get mine quite right like you do."

Winter relaxes the tension in her shoulders and walks over to a small tea stand located at the side of the room.

"Of course sir."

When Winter sets down a cup in front of the General, she takes a seat across from him at his desk.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking. You said that there was something very urgent you wanted to discuss?"

James silently looks down at his cup.

"How long has it been since you've been under my command, Winter?"

"Eight years, sir."

"And throughout these eight years... we've been through and seen quite a lot. The most recent is that horrific attack on Beacon," James sighs.

Winter can not help but raise an eyebrow.

"Sir?"

James looks up and meets Winter's eyes.

"Given your years of service and based on my personal judgement, you are worthy of my trust. Therefore, I think it is only right that you are told the true reason for why Beacon was attacked. The truth behind everything."

Winter remains silent, but her expression is a mix of confusion and concern.

'The truth?'

"Are you at all familiar with the story of the Seasonal Maidens?"

Despite the strange question, Winter responds with a slight shake in her voice.

"Of course sir. My... My mother gave me my name, based on that story. But, why such a question sir?"

Ironwood's eyes turn dark.

"That is because it is directly related to the reason why Beacon was attacked."

*** Below the Academy ***

"That is the Winter Maiden..." Winter mutters. "The Maidens... The Relics... Salem... and even Headmaster Ozpin."

"Trust me," James sighs. "I know exactly how you feel right now. It is a lot to take in at once."

"Sir..." Winter says in a low voice. "Forgive me for being forward, but did you bring me down here because you intend on making me the next Winter Maiden?"

James can not help but crack a small smile, as this is precisely why he trusts Winter. Her straightforward nature.

"I would trust no one more than you to bear the power of the Winter Maiden. But, I won't force you," James replies. "I just simply want you to know the true nature of the war that we are fighting. In addition, it is only fair that I inform you of the risks you take if you choose to inherit the Winder Maiden's powers."

"Sir, I'm well aware that should I choose to take it, I will be targeted by Salem," Winter closes her eyes. "And that my freedom would be greatly limited."

"It is not only that," Ironwood sighs. "There are... certain complications that come from inheriting a Maiden's power."

"What do you mean sir?"

Ironwood takes a deep breath.

"When a woman takes in the power of a Maiden... she becomes infertile. And should she already be pregnant, the child is in grave danger of death or deformity."

Winter's eyes widen in alarm.

'Infertile? I... will never get to be a mother?'

Her eyes waver upon hearing this revelation.

Jaune watches silently from the side as this is news to him as well.

'However, using Raven as an example, one can still safely inherit a Maiden's power after bearing a child. Hmm... I wonder...'

"You don't have to decide right now Winter," James says softly. "This will be a life changing decision no matter which path you choose, so take some time to carefully think about it. No matter which one you choose, I won't blame you."

Winter tightly clutches her hands as she stares down at the elderly woman.

"General Ironwood. Winter Schnee."

A voice suddenly calls out to them.

The two jolt in alarm and reach for their weapons.

"Who's there?" James demands.

'How did someone get down here without my knowledge? How is this possible?' Ironwood's mind races.

The cloaked figure appears in front of them and reaches up to pull down its mask and hood.

"J-Jaune... Arc..." Ironwood stutters with wide eyes.

Similarly, Winter stares with an incredulous expression.

Jaune lightly smiles, then turns towards Fria in her isolated chamber.

"So that is the current Winter Maiden."

"Jaune... what are you doing here. How are you here?" Ironwood asks as he slowly lowers his gun, though he does not place it back into its holster.

Jaune taps his feet, isolating the small room they're in, then waves a hand, bringing out a table and tea set.

"Shouldn't we make ourselves comfortable first?" Jaune calmly suggests. "I'll serve the tea."

'Where the hell did that table come from? That was similar to that girl, Fiona Thyme's Semblance, but this was instant.' Ironwood recalls one of the students from a previous year.

Ironwood nods at Winter, and they both slowly take a seat at the table.

Jaune chuckles, "You two are rather cautious. That is good."

When he touches the tea pot, it instantly warms up to optimal temperature and the tea leaves are brewed to perfection. He flicks a finger, moving the pot through the air and pouring out the liquid for himself, Ironwood, and Winter. They stare wide eyed at the spectacle.

Neither Ironwood or Winter move for the tea Jaune had poured for them. Ironwood interlocks his fingers on top of the table and stares at Jaune with a serious expression.

"Please explain yourself. This is a top secret national facility. Depending on your answer, I will have no other choice but to imprison you, or worse."

Jaune snorts, "Please, you are in no position to threaten me General. You are already well aware that I've known about the Maidens, Relics, Salem, and Ozpin since we'd first met during the Vytal Festival."

Ironwood narrows his eyes at Jaune's response, but otherwise nods.

"As for why I'm here."

Jaune waves a hand and brings out the messages Glynda had written.

"These are for you."

Ironwood picks up one of the letters and carefully inspects the seal.

"They're from Glynda... I was not expecting a reply for at least another week."

"She figured it would be faster and safer if I delivered them directly to you," Jaune shrugs. "Which means that the same applies for your response."

"How? The airspace between Kingdoms is strictly limited right now. This shouldn't be possible."

Jaune leans back into his seat and casually sips from his cup.

"Though Ozpin told you that I am trustworthy, he did not mention as to why or what I am."

"What... you are?" Ironwood cautiously asks.

On the side, Winter is shaken to the core.

'Isn't Jaune Arc just a student like Weiss? Why is he involved with these secrets that I'd only just learned about?'

"Yes," Jaune replies. "What I am."

As he says this he floats up from his seat. Then for a brief moment, four apparitions manifest behind Jaune. A dark blue tortoise, a white tiger, a red vermillion bird, and an azure dragon. Ironwood and Winter flinch, as the beasts seem to directly eye them before dissipating.

'What in the world was that... Semblance?'

Jaune knowingly smirks at Ironwood's expression.

"These are not Semblances, General."

"Then what is-"

Jaune settles back down into his chair and sips his tea.

"I suggest you two thoroughly read through those letters. Most if not all of your immediate questions should be answered within them."

"... Very well. For the sake of conversation, we'll move on from that topic. Why are you here in Atlas?" Ironwood slowly asks after taking a long breath.

"Information," Jaune responds. "The situation in Vale has been changing for the better in the last week due to the efforts of Glynda and the Council. There will inevitably be some things that can not be conveyed through mere messages, and that is why I am here. To gain a clearer picture."

"What has changed in Vale in the past week?" Ironwood asks with a raised eyebrow.

"The reconstruction of the CCT is finally underway due to the reopening of the southern supply channels."

"The southern roads..." Winter mutters. "But... what about that monster in Mountain Glenn? We've been hearing reports that the entire mountain is continuously spawning Grimm."

"It's been taken care of," Jaune dismissively waves a hand. "No more Grimm will be spawning within the mountain. Additionally, thanks to the season shifting, whatever Grimm that remain will be stuck within the mountains for now. Once Vale has sufficiently recovered, they will be taken care of."

"Does that mean that Wyvern was destroyed?" Ironwood asks in disbelief. "Just... how many Huntsmen casualties in order to do such a-"

"There were zero casualties," Jaune interrupts. "It was a solo mission."

"S-Solo?!" Winter exclaims.

"Just who-" Ironwood pauses, then looks at Jaune with a complicated expression.

"Was it... you?"

Jaune nods, "Yes."

"Unbelievable..." Winter mutters to herself.

"If you do not believe me, then you may be further convinced by Glynda, as I am sure it is mentioned somewhere in those letters," Jaune shrugs.

"What about Ozpin? Were you and Glynda able to find anything?" Ironwood asks almost desperately.

"Currently, there is none," Jaune shakes his head. "Glynda is still excavating the shaft down into the Vault. The answer should become clearer once she is finished."

A look of disappointment flashes across Ironwood's eyes before he deeply sighs.

"For now, Winter and I will have to spend some time to process the information Glynda has sent. In the meantime, what will you be doing?"

Jaune looks up in thought.

"My next priority is Weiss."

Winter's head perks up.

"Weiss? Why?" She asks.

"Yang and Ruby are quite worried for her. As I consider her a friend as well, it is only right that I check up on her while I am in Atlas."

Winter can not help but crack a small smile.

'Indeed, Beacon was not a mistake for Weiss. She's finally made close friends.'

"She's... performing at a concert later tonight at the Grand Hall. There should be an after party in the ballroom upstairs, so you might be able to see her there."

"Performing?" Jaune asks curiously.

"Weiss is a rather popular singer in Atlas," Winter responds.

"She'd never mentioned that during her time in Beacon," Jaune responds with raised eyebrow.

Winter gives Jaune a sad smile.

"I am not surprised by that."

'Hmm...'

"In that case, I will be leaving now to catch a concert. I will see you two tomorrow."

Jaune takes back the table and tea set, then casually waves a hand behind him before disappearing.

"Winter, I want you to review the security footage to see exactly how Jaune was able to sneak down here," Ironwood says while pinching his brow.

*** Grand Hall ***

Jaune lazily lays on his side in the air above the stage, silently watching the conclusion of Weiss's concert. His eyes narrow when as Weiss bows, a single tear trails down her cheek.

'Was that final song referring to her father? As Winter said, Weiss is a rather talented singer, but... there is no joy in it.'

"Quite the lovely voice, as usual."

"She's always been a top performer since she was young. It was quite refreshing to see her again on stage."

In a corner of the large ballroom, Jacques can be seen conversing with several businessmen, while Weiss politely stands beside him wearing a practiced smile.

"That is exactly my point. We offer Faunus the exact same wages as the rest of the mining staff. Their arguments are completely invalid," Jacques waves a hand.

"Well, isn't the bigger issue our society as a whole? The economic disparity between central and outer Atlas can not be denied, as well as the general difference in treatment to those Faunus," one of the businessmen point out.

"Of course there's a disparity," Jacques scoffs. "But are any of them starving to death? Their wages are able to provide for their families as well as giving them the opportunity to afford additional luxuries. For anyone to suggest that they are suffering is ridiculous."

Another businessman nods in agreement.

Weiss mentally sighs in boredom as she listens to this conversation. As she slowly scans the room, she notices a large painting at the end of the ballroom. Politely excusing herself, she walks over to the large painting depicting Beacon Academy.

Her eyes glaze over as she reminisces of her days in Beacon with her friends. She mentally snorts, remembering the random antics of Ruby and Yang that caused her endless headaches. Thank the gods that Blake is relatively normal compared to them.

"It's beautiful. You two match," a male voice interrupts her thoughts.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she glances to her side at the gaudily dressed teen.

'Ugh...'

"That was my attempt at breaking the ice. How am I doing so far?" He smugly asks.

"You leave much to be desired," she bluntly responds.

"Ouch. Well, I've always appreciated honesty. My name's Henry. Henry Marigold," the boy chuckles.

"Weiss Schnee."

"Of course I know who you are. Your performance was wonderful."

Without bothering to respond, Weiss turns her attention back towards the painting.

"Are you thinking about buying it?" He continues to ramble.

"No."

"Yeah, I guess it's pretty pricey for just a painting," Henry shrugs. "I'd understand the price if it was Atlas Academy instead."

Weiss's eyes slightly narrow.

"It is for charity," she slowly responds.

"For Vale? Why? What's the point?" Henry raises an eyebrow.

"Leave," Weiss commands in a chilling tone.

"What? Why?" Henry demands.

"Leave, or I will call security to escort you out."

Henry's face turns ugly.

"Look here you-

He reaches out to grab her arm, but before he could do so, a hand clamps down onto his wrist.

Both Weiss and Henry look up at the newcomer. A tall young man with short brown hair and black eyes.

"Assault is a serious crime," the newcomer smiles.

A vein appears on Henry's temple as he tries to pull his hand out from the newcomer's grip.

"Let go!" Henry growls.

"As you wish."

Henry rubs the wrist with his other hand. As he turns to leave, he growls under his breath.

"Arrogant bitch. And you... You better watch your back."

Weiss sighs as Henry storms away, then glances up at the young man.

'He vaguely reminds me of someone.'

"You did not have to do that. He is a moron, but he is also a student from Atlas and the son of one of the Council members."

"Yet you pretended to not recognize him?" He chuckles.

"I try to keep tabs on high profile individuals, and I'd rather not entertain a buffoon like him," Weiss sighs.

"I see," he lightly smiles, before looking over the painting.

"Apparently, this painter has never been to Vale or Beacon," he comments after several moments.

Weiss raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

"And what makes you say that?"

"The focus is all wrong. The artist has expended far too much effort into the Academy buildings and the CCT, rather than the campus as a whole," he responds. "The unique charm of Beacon is the abundance of nature. The vibrant trees in the courtyard. The songbirds. The forest that surrounds the school. None of that was captured in this painting. What a shame."

'Is he some kind of art expert? Or is he faking it to flirt with me? Though... I can agree with the points he's making.'

"So, are you a painter?" Weiss asks.

"Hardly," he chuckles. "But I'd like to think that I have a keen eye for these types of things."

The shrill voice of a woman suddenly echoes throughout the ballroom.

"The man in that image deserves every award possible for giving those animals what they deserve! Don't you agree, honey?"

The surrounding guests glance at each other and shift uncomfortably.

'Image?' Weiss wonders.

"Didn't a name get released? What was it again? Jaune Arc? I'd personally give him a medal if I could," the woman obnoxiously declares.

"Jaune?" Weiss repeats, surprised. "Just what does Jaune have to do with anything?"

She glances at the guest beside her, and is startled by his cold eyes as he glances towards the loud woman.

The woman in question suddenly freezes as a deathly chill runs down her spine. She suddenly feels as if death itself is breathing down her back and her legs gives out from underneath her due to the irrational fear.

"H-Honey?" The woman's husband asks, startled.

With quivering lips and trembling limbs, the woman barely manages to stumble onto her feet with the help of her partner and quickly leaves the ballroom. The other guests briefly mutter amongst themselves about the strange incident, but quickly revert back to their previous conversations.

'I could feel the pressure even though it was solely focused on that woman,' Weiss looks at the man beside her with some interest.

"If you're not a painter, then you must be a Huntsman?" Weiss asks.

"Who knows?" He smiles.

Weiss resists the urge to twitch her eyebrow.

'Who else would know other than you?!'

"In either case, I'd say that you've done everyone in here a favor by shutting her up. She's always been rather loud."

She holds out her hand.

"Weiss Schnee. May I have your name?"

He glances at Weiss's outstretched hand with an amused look. Finally, he lightly clasps the ends of her fingers between his thumb and index.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Weiss Schnee."

"And your name?" Weiss asks, feeling slightly annoyed.

He takes a moment to think.

"Shan."

'Did... did he just... Nevermind.'

Weiss forces a smile.

"It's... a pleasure meeting you, Shan."

She glances past him, then lightly sighs to herself.

"It is time for me to go. Have a good rest of the evening Shan."

"Perhaps we'll meet again in the future," he enigmatically smiles as she walks past him.

Weiss raises an eyebrow at that comment, then puts on a practiced smile as she makes her way back towards her father.

*** Weiss's Room ***

"You insulted me during the final act of the concert," Jacques bluntly states.

Weiss says nothing in response and does not break her gaze from her father's scrutinizing eyes.

Jacques' eyes narrow before lightly smiling.

"... It would seem that allowing you to go to Beacon wasn't a complete waste of time after all. You've finally grown a spine."

Weiss involuntarily flinches at his smile, then grits her teeth.

"And you forcibly took me away. Beacon is my home."

"No," Jacques shakes his head. "As we've discussed multiple time. this is your home. In Atlas."

"That doesn't mean that you can just-"

"I can and I will," Jacques cuts her off. "I am your father and I will do what I must for the family's best interests."

"Always spouting family this and family that," Weiss retorts. "But at what expense?"

"That's enough," Jacques coldly says. "Are you referring to the treatment of the Faunus? Those filth were responsible for the attack at Beacon, proving to the world that they can not hold their own. I'd expect you of all people to know exactly what those White Fang and their ilk have done to us. Or have you somehow forgotten during your time in Beacon? Honestly, all things considered, I am being incredibly tolerant of them."

Weiss's eyes widen.

"Of course I haven't forgotten. How could you even suggest such a thing?" She whispers in a low voice.

"Then you know that this is not up for discussion any longer," Jacques responds. "For now, you are free to wander about the mansion, but you are not to leave the premises without my exclusive permission."

Jacques exits Weiss's room.

Sadly sighing, Weiss falls backwards into her bed, then tightly hugs a pillow against her chest. She continues to lay there for several minutes, until the sound of the floor creaking causes her to bolt up in alarm.

"Who's there?" She demands as she silently focuses to trace several glyphs throughout her room.

"Did I not say that we'll meet again in the future?" A male's voice calls out.

Weiss reels her head towards the room's windows, finding a shadowy silhouette standing in the shadows. The figure steps out into the moonlight, revealing his face to Weiss.

Weiss's eyes widen in alarm, then she points her index and middle fingers at the intruder, conjuring the glyphs she had traced out. The room lights up brightly from the glow of the glyphs aimed at the intruder.

"Shan, you have exactly 5 seconds to explain yourself," Weiss threatens in a low voice. In the meantime, her mind races on how to escape.

Shan smirks, then waves a hand across his face. His facial features subtly shift. The corners of his eyes become sharper, his jawline and cheeks become more angular, and his nose becomes smaller. Finally, his eyes shift from their pitch black color to a deep aquamarine.

"J-J-Jaune?!" Weiss stammers. Due to her shock, her concentration slips and the glyphs she'd summoned waver before fading away.

Jaune gives Weiss a casual wave, while noting the reaction from her glyphs.

"It's been a while Weiss," he grins.

"What are you even doing here?" Weiss sputters. "How are you even here?! What about your hair? That was you at the ballroom earlier!"

"My hair? Ah..."

Jaune realizes that he is still wearing the wig. He reaches up and pulls it away, releasing his golden blonde hair.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I'll do my best to explain the current state of affairs," Jaune responds as he sits down onto a chair.

*** After an hour ***

Weiss looks as if she's suffering from a migraine as she rubs her temples.

"Maidens, Relics, Salem, Ozpin... and cultivation," Weiss mutters to herself. "This is all very overwhelming. I hope you do realize that?"

Jaune shrugs.

"Actually... objectively speaking, a lot of your behavior makes sense. Oh gods, I sound crazy don't I?" Weiss sighs. "So was that whole face changing thing related to cultivation?"

"That was merely a parlor trick involving the bending of light," Jaune chuckles. "I can only make subtle changes, so to someone with a keen eye, I would still be relatively recognizable."

"Hence the wig?" Weiss raises an eyebrow.

Jaune nods.

Weiss sighs before looking up at Jaune with concern. "So how are they? And how are you? I'd heard you and Ruby were still unconscious when I was forcibly taken back to Atlas."

"Ruby regained consciousness shortly afterwards, and I am, as you can see, as good as ever," Jaune smiles. "Currently, everyone is undergoing training in order to prepare for the events to come. As for Ruby and Yang... they have their own respective struggles. Apparently, you are in similar shoes."

Weiss flinches, then averts her eyes.

Jaune continues, "I can also see that you have not been slacking in your training. Before, you were not able to conjure that many glyphs at once."

"Well, there's not much else to do here..." Weiss mutters to herself before looking up at Jaune with a serious expression.

"... Jaune? Back in the ballroom, you reacted pretty strongly towards that woman. She mentioned an image and your name. What is that about?" Weiss slowly asks.

Jaune lightly sighs before bringing out his Scroll. After opening a file, he holds it out for Weiss to take.

When Weiss takes a closer look at the screen, she gasps and nearly drops the Scroll.

"Dozens of Faunus murdered by Beacon student, Jaune Arc..." Weiss quietly reads the caption. "Is... Is this true?"

Jaune nods.

"I will not deny that those Faunus were slain by me."

"Why?" Weiss asks with mixed emotions.

"Because CFVY was in mortal danger," Jaune simply answers.

Weiss slightly narrows her eyes at that answer.

'That doesn't completely make sense... but...'

Weiss holds the Scroll out for Jaune to take back, then looks down at her clenched hands.

"I... do not necessarily agree with that level of bloodshed. But at the same time... I can understand. To an extent."

Jaune raises an eyebrow, intrigued by such a response.

"Hoh? That is a rather interesting... Care to explain?"

Weiss slightly closes her eyes as she clenches her hands.

"It's obvious that the Faunus in this picture were White Fang members. I was there that night... and I also saw that they had no interest in taking prisoners."

She sighs, "Despite befriending Blake and learning more of the Faunus struggles from her perspective, I can not hold any positive opinions towards the White Fang. After all, they've taken a lot from the SDC... and from my family."

She finishes with a wavering tone. Her head snaps up and her eyes locks onto Jaune's. A mixture of rage and sorrow swirls within them.

"12 years ago, one of our cargo ships was attacked. There was nothing left except the burning debris. There were no survivors, and... my mother was the one escorting that ship."

Her hands tightly clench the bed sheets.

"Up until 12 years ago, my mother was the public face and spokesperson of the SDC, while my father dealt with the business side of things in the background. You may be surprised, but we functioned like an actual family back then. After... After that incident, father took full control of the SDC and eventually turned it into what it is today. Turning increasingly distant... and colder."

"Was it the White Fang?" Jaune asks.

Weiss quietly shakes her head.

"Back then, the leadership of the White Fang was peaceful. My mother was working towards coming to a peaceful agreement with them, but I guess the violent radicals had different ideas. After her passing, the old leadership of the White Fang subsequently stepped down, and those same violent radicals basically took over the group. Eventually, Winter escaped to the military, unable to cope with our father and the memories within this mansion."

"And you came to Beacon for similar reasons?"

Weiss nods.

"Would you like to come back with me to Vale?" Jaune asks.

She pauses before looking into Jaune's eyes with a complex expression.

"This city... I hate this city. Like you must have seen in that ballroom, everyone is fake. Superficial. Despite the smiles, fancy clothes, and expensive food... I was never happy here. Not for the last 12 years," she quietly whispers. "I want to leave. Take me with you. Beacon is where I belong now, and I won't sit here doing nothing while my friends are risking their lives. Not if I can help it."

Jaune gives her a small smile.

"Very well. I will return when it is time to leave. Prepare what you need to in the meantime."

After Jaune disappears, Weiss hugs her knees against her chest and falls to her side on the bed, silently contemplating.

*** Council Meeting Hall ***

"I am telling you that refusing aid to Vale is a mistake," Ironwood retorts. "Have you all already forgotten that it is our AK-200s that caused a large portion of the devastation to Vale?"

"General, you are the one who took Atlas' military to Vale," one of the councilmen replies.

Ironwood's eyes narrow.

"And that was approved by the Council."

"Wasting resources on another Kingdom when a crisis like that can strike Atlas at any time is foolish. Though our AK-200s were compromised, the fault still falls upon Vale for failing to prevent the attack in the first place. Their defense of their CCT was laughable," a councilman scoffs.

"A single person took out 36 highly trained guards! How could such a thing have been predicted by anyone?" Ironwood raises his voice.

One of the elderly members knocks his table with a mallet.

"Order! We will put it through a vote to settle this matter. Those in favor of sending aid to Vale?"

Ironwood, as well as 4 others raise their hands.

"Those opposed?"

The remaining 7 hold up theirs.

"With General Ironwood's 2 seats, there are 6 in favor of sending aid while 7 are opposed. I believe that this conversation is over, General."

The mallet slams down, signifying the end of the session.

Ironwood grits his teeth with his hands ball into tight fists.

The four council members who sided with him walk up.

"General," councilwoman A sighs. "It can't be helped if it does not pass the vote."

"In the past, those seven all heavily advocated the strengthening of relations with the other Kingdoms. Just what is going through their minds at the moment, I haven't the slightest clue," councilman B states.

The remaining two council members nod.

"Regardless, I appreciate and highly value your support. Perhaps if I push a little harder, one of them will finally budge on their stance," Ironwood tiredly sighs.

The four nod.

"We are on your side, General."

*** Ironwood's Office ***

Ironwood collapses into his office chair, while Winter quietly serves him some tea.

"Those damn old fools," he groans.

"General," Winter says with concern. "Based on the information provided by Glynda Goodwitch, this situation can not go on forever."

"I know Winter. There is always the option of declaring martial law... but that is a last resort I hope I never have to use."

Winter solemnly nods.

"You didn't visit your sister during the concert last night? You should have had time to at least see her during the after party."

Winter lightly sighs," You know that it is complicated sir."

"Jacques," Ironwood mutters. "I am preaching to the choir, but that man has changed drastically from the one I knew all those years ago."

All Winter can do is silently agree in the back of her mind.

"Those seven council members are concerning."

Jaune's voice suddenly cuts through the silence.

Ironwood and Winter jolt when they see Jaune standing right beside them.

"When did you get here?" Ironwood asks.

"I've been present since your meeting with the Council," Jaune responds.

Ironwood's eyes briefly widen, then he sighs, "Is that part of your... cultivation power?"

Jaune nods.

"What do you mean by concerning?" Ironwood asks.

After a moment of silence, Jaune asks, "Are there any known Grimm species that parasitically control their hosts?"

Ironwood is taken aback.

"Not that we are aware of... Such a thing would be-"

He looks at Jaune in realization and horror.

"Are you saying..."

"There is something latched onto their brains," Jaune replies. "It is a safe bet to assume that it is Salem's handiwork."

"Assuming what you're saying is accurate, just how long have they been..." Winter mutters.

Ironwood grits, "Now we have no idea just how compromised the security of Atlas is. We must now assume that any information available to Council members is within Salem's grasp. It would explain why the virus planted by Cinder Fall slipped through our systems so easily."

"If the parasites are destroyed, Salem will likely be alerted," Jaune says. "One factor common between all seven of them is that none of them have their Auras unlocked. Perhaps these parasites can not easily survive under the pressure of Aura."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Ironwood asks. "What if these parasitic Grimm are spread throughout the rest of Atlas?"

"Quietly prepare to counter Salem's next move," Jaune responds. "Salem is not an idiot as having a mass number of hosts would increase the chances of these Grimm being discovered, while giving her no real benefit. Rest assured, so far, I've only sense those seven with the Grimm attached to them. Additionally, unlike Haven, the vast majority of the Huntsmen that graduate from Atlas Academy end up enrolling under your military. Therefore, the Council has little influence over them."

"Haven... Glynda mentioned that in her message," Ironwood lowly mutters. "I... don't want to believe it. That Leo is a potential traitor. However, the evidence outlined by her is impossible to ignore."

"At the moment, Qrow is in Anima, verifying these suspicions" Jaune says before narrowing his eyes. "And I suspect that he's already found his answer."

Ironwood leans back into his chair and deeply sighs, "Then for now, we wait. We wait until the time is right and when everything comes together, we strike."

Jaune smirks, "So you learned your lesson from Beacon."

"It was a costly one," Ironwood lowers his head. "And one I hope to never make again."

"The Vault under Haven can not be opened without Spring. Shouldn't we be searching for Spring? She's been missing for the last 17 years, and because Salem has not made her move, it is safe to assume that she does not have Spring either?" Ironwood mutters.

Jaune chuckles, "You don't need to worry about Spring."

Ironwood's eyes widen.

"So... you know where she is? That's great news! Where?"

"In all due time General," Jaune replies. "All you two need to know is that you should not be concerned with Spring."

"If you're aware of Spring's status... then what about Summer?" Ironwood asks. "She's been missing for a very long time as well."

"Unfortunately, I am in the same position as you are when it comes to Summer," Jaune shakes his head. "While we bide our time, you know what to do, right?"

"I'll play along with their games for now," Ironwood nods.

"As for the current Winter maiden..." Jaune mutters. "If I had to guess, I'd say that she has about a year left so long as she does not expend her energy."

"I see... a year," Ironwood sighs. "I suppose that's better than nothing. How much longer will you be staying in Atlas?"

"It is about time for me to return to Vale. I suggest you have everything you want delivered to Glynda by the time I return later today. Meanwhile, I'll be picking up Weiss."

"Weiss?" Winter raises her eyebrow. "Didn't you already check on her yesterday?"

Jaune gives her a small smile.

"She is aware of your little secrets, and given this information, she wishes to return to Vale."

"You... told her?" Ironwood's gaze turns stern. "This is very sensitive information you're just handing out. I hope you know what you're doing."

"She's not ready," Winter says with narrowed eyes. "She's lucky that she got out of the Beacon attack alive. What are you thinking getting her involved in all of this madness?"

"Just as the General trusts you, I trust Weiss, along with her friends," Jaune coolly responds. "Whether you like it or not, she was involved with this war as soon as the Academy was attacked."

As Winter is about to retort, Ironwood raises a hand, cutting her off. He stares intently at Jaune for a moment, before sighing to himself.

"Given what Glynda has described, I believe that you are more than capable. Do as you wish."

"Be ready with whatever you need to prepare by the time I return," Jaune nods before disappearing from their sights.

"Sir..." Winter says in a low voice. "No matter what, Weiss is still my younger sister. To get her involved..."

"I know Winter," Ironwood replies. "Actually... I may have an idea to put your mind at ease."

*** Weiss's Room ***

"Are you ready?"

"I think so," Weiss nods as she secures Myrtenaster to her hip. She takes a final look at the letter on top of her desk before turning towards Jaune.

"Let's go."

Jaune places a hand on Weiss's shoulder, then gives her a small grin.

"Try not to scream."

Without further warning, they soar out from Weiss's window and stand high above the Schnee mansion.

Weiss tightly hugs Jaune around the waist, fearing she would fall should she let go.

"You can let go. You won't fall," Jaune assures.

Very slowly, as her heartbeat calms, she carefully pries her hands away to discover that she is standing in midair, thanks to Jaune's divine sense.

"This is... very unnerving," Weiss shivers.

Jaune chuckles, then orients them towards Atlas Academy.

"One final stop and we'll be on our way to Vale."

*** Ironwood's Office ***

"Winter!" Weiss calls out excitedly.

Winter gives her sister a smile, before lightly frowning.

"Weiss, you're in the presence of the General. Behave yourself."

"Uh r-right," Weiss quickly replies and straightens her clothes. She politely bows to Ironwood.

"Good evening, General Ironwood."

Ironwood can not help but chuckle, "There's no need to tease your sister like that Winter."

"You have everything ready?" Jaune asks.

Ironwood nods, then hands Jaune a memory chip.

"I had my best make an encrypted chip with updated software security. Ideally, this would have been done from the very beginning, but fully analyzing that virus and coming up with countermeasures took some time. Hopefully, Glynda will be able to keep the masses in Vale calm long enough, while I will do what I can here."

Jaune nods, "You of all people should know how capable that woman is."

"Yes, but she tends to overwork herself," Ironwood sighs. "Also, I have something for Miss Xiao Long."

Winter walks over and opens metallic box, revealing a prosthetic arm.

"It's been custom made for Miss Xiao Long and is fully functional. Aside from adjusting to the weight, it should be a perfect fit," Ironwood says.

Jaune makes no move towards the arm and continues to stare down at it. The other three look over in confusion.

"Jaune?" Weiss asks. "Aren't you going to take it?"

With a sigh, he shakes his head.

"No, I don't think I will."

"Why not? By regaining her missing limb, she will no longer be handicapped in battle," Winter responds. "We're not asking for anything in return, so you might as well just take it."

Jaune narrows his eyes, then finally reaches out towards the box. But much to their surprise, he shuts the lid closed.

"I apologize for wasting your scientists' efforts and time, but Yang Xiao Long will not be needing this."

"Shouldn't this be up to her and not you?" Ironwood testily asks.

When Jaune remains silent, Ironwood releases a sigh.

"Very well... if you ever change your mind, it will always be here waiting and ready."

"Weiss," Winter calls out.

"Yes Winter?" Weiss responds with bright eyes.

Winter suddenly draws her saber and points it at her sister with a serious expression.

"If you're truly serious about this, then show me your resolve."

Weiss's eyes widen for moment, before she nods.

*** Training Arena ***

Jaune and Ironwood stand beside each other on an elevated platform, looking down at the Schnee sisters facing off.

"How do you think it will go?" Ironwood asks.

"In a contest of skill and combat prowess, then obviously, Weiss stands no chance," Jaune bluntly responds. "Winter has years of field experience and many more years than Weiss to have developed her skills with her Semblance. If Weiss somehow gets a solid hit on her, I'll seriously be questioning your ability as a commanding officer."

Ironwood chuckles, "Then I hope you won't be disappointed."

Whilst keeping a serious expression, Winter holds her saber up and gestures for Weiss to attack.

'I have to show her what I can do.'

Weiss points swipes her finger through the air and points it at her feet, conjuring a glyph underneath her feet. Quickly switching to a lightning Dust canister, she stabs Myrtenaster into the glyph. A yellow glow envelops her as she comes under the effect of time dilation. After breathing out once to remain composed, Weiss dashes forward.

Winter narrows her eyes and steps to the side while deflecting Weiss's rapier using the side of her saber. As Weiss passes by, Winter slashes at her exposed back. Weiss quickly points to the ground and propels herself into the air with a glyph before Winter's counterattack hits her back.

Whilst up in the air, Weiss's eyes dart back and forth, then waves her hand, creating a multitude of glyphs to surround Winter. Still under the effects of time dilation, she rapidly jumps between the various glyphs, using them as platforms, and stabs out at Winter whenever she passed by.

Despite Weiss moving at blurring speeds, Winter deflects each and every one of Weiss's attacks with ease, never losing track of her location. Her eyebrow raises when Weiss halts her rapid movements and jumps away while pointing her rapier at her. Winter can not help but lightly smirk when the glyphs Weiss had used as platforms glow light blue before firing a barrage of icicles.

'Good!'

"Impressive," Ironwood nods. "She injected ice Dust every time she landed on a new glyph in order to follow up from her initial attack."

Large amounts of dust kicks up into the air when the icicles hit. Weiss lands some distance away and slowly breathes out while keeping her weapon pointed and ready.

The dust suddenly blows away, revealing a miniature snowstorm. Winter swipes her saber, dispersing the storm without a single scratch to her uniform.

"You've improved since the Vytal Tournament," Winter bluntly states. "But you're still lacking."

A time dilation glyph appears beneath Winter as well as a glyph right behind her. Using that glyph as propulsion, Winter shoots forward like a bullet, appearing in front of Weiss in an instant.

Weiss gasps as she barely manages to block Winter's saber and gets knocked backwards through the air. Gritting her teeth, she conjures a black glyph some distance away to quickly pull her back towards the ground. Upon landing, she quickly flicks her rapier out towards a rapidly approaching Winter, sending out several hard light imbued glyphs in an attempt to lock Winter in place.

Without missing a beat, Winter slashes the ground with a glyph imbued with rock Dust, turning the tiny pebbles she'd kicked up into fist sized rocks. With another slash, this time with wind Dust, the rocks fly out and intercept Weiss's hard light glyphs. Not giving Weiss the opportunity to throw out another attack, Winter closes the distance and slams the hilt of her saber into Weiss's stomach before kneeing her side.

Weiss coughs as she is knocked to the ground by Winter's melee blows. She stumbles to her feet, breathing heavily, while Winter calmly stands before her.

"Do you really think you're ready? With this level of performance?" Winter asks.

"I'll be ready... when the... time comes," Weiss responds between heavy breaths.

Winter's eyes narrow.

"And how do you know that? You're nothing but a child without even a year in an academy. Do you have any idea how many students never end up living long enough to graduate? Why should you be any different?"

"I... I know I'm still just a kid," Weiss says slowly. "But... I still have my duties as an aspiring Huntress."

Weiss breathes in and looks directly at Winter with fire in her eyes.

"This is my responsibility and desire, and I won't let anyone stop me. Not even you Winter."

A glint flashes across Winter's eyes.

"Then show me," she says, before stabbing her saber into the ground.

A large glyph appears in front of her and a snow white Beowolf emerges.

In response, Weiss closes her eyes and slowly traces her rapier with her finger. Then holding onto Myrtenaster with both hands, she kneels down and stabs it into the ground. From the resulting glyph, the upper half of a large armored knight appears.

Up above on the platform, Jaune silently raises an eyebrow at the scene.

'The Schnee Semblance carries multiple abilities?... The nature of their Semblance goes against almost all conventional knowledge...'

While the two sisters remain in their positions, their respective summons charge at each other. Immediately, Jaune narrows his eyes.

'They can not move due to concentrating...'

The white beowolf darts to the side, using its superior agility, and tears off one of the armored knight's arms. In response, the armored knight swings its great sword, slashing the beowolf across the chest. The two summons continue to exchange massive blows, until finally, the two destroy each other at the same time.

Weiss collapses onto the floor in utter exhaustion, while Winter strolls towards her, hardly winded.

"Expending so much of your Aura at the beginning of the fight was reckless," Winter says. "But, you did so knowing that unless you did so, you would not have stood a chance. Overall, you did not do too badly, considering my standards."

Weiss smiles brightly at the compliment as she lays on the ground.

"So what did you think Jaune?" Ironwood curiously asks.

Jaune sighs, "That summoning ability is dangerous."

"Ah yes. One of the key abilities unique only to the Schnees. It is indeed fearsome, having the ability to summon Grimm they'd defeated before."

"You misunderstand me General," Jaune lightly responds before he hops down into the arena.

He walks up to Weiss's side, then places a finger onto her forehead, sending a small stream of Vermillion qi to relieve her fatigue from Aura exhaustion. As Weiss blinks and sits up, Jaune looks up at Ironwood.

"I'd like to spar with Winter, if neither of you don't mind."

Both Winter and Ironwood are taken aback, before the General quickly regains his composure.

"I do not mind, so long as Winter is okay with it. But... why the sudden interest?" He asks.

"Consider it a valuable learning experience," Jaune responds. "Besides, you're curious aren't you? You're not completely satisfied with only hearing of my capabilities from Glynda."

Ironwood narrows his eyes for a moment before nodding.

"That... is true. Winter, are you up for it?"

Winter quickly salutes.

"Sir, I can go for another round."

Jaune nods, then picks up Weiss in a princess carry, much to her dismay. But before she could vocally complain, Jaune hops up into the air and flies to the platform Ironwood is on.

"Watch carefully Weiss. Consider this part of your training," he whispers as he sets her down.

Jaune hops down into the arena again and stands across from Winter.

"You may attack whenever you'd like," Jaune says.

Winter frowns at being looked down upon, then brings up her saber. She holds her hand out, conjuring half a dozen glyphs.

"Your glyphs have a fundamental weakness," Jaune calmly states as he begins to stroll towards Winter.

As Winter imbues her glyphs with ice Dust, her eyes widen in shock when her glyphs suddenly shatter.

'What just happened?'

"I'd only noticed when I visited Weiss. I'd thought it may have been due to her lack of experience, but after your spar with her, it became clear that is not the case," Jaune continues to speak, ignoring Winter's shocked expression. His arm is outstretched in front of him.

Gritting her teeth, Winter conjures dozens of glyphs to surround Jaune. Almost as soon as she conjures them, they shatter like glass.

"Your glyphs are easily disrupted," Jaune shakes his head. "Whether it be from losing your concentration or..."

Jaune points a finger at a glyph manifesting behind Winter, destroying it like all the others before it.

"disrupting it with foreign energy."

Up above on the platform, both Ironwood and Weiss are watching with incredulous expressions.

Eyes narrowed, Winter forgoes her glyphs and charges at Jaune with her saber at the ready. From his ring, Jaune brings out a wooden stick.

'Is he mocking me?'

Winter sends out a flurry of slashes and stabs while quickly maneuvering around him. Sweat drips from her brow as his stick comes up and meets her sword from whichever angle she tries to strike from, all while standing casually in his spot. His stick suddenly weaves through her defenses and jabs her abdomen, knocking her backwards.

'So much force behind that single blow!'

She grits her teeth, resisting the urge to cough. As she digs her saber into the ground to come to a stop, she conjures several glyphs along the way. Working as quickly as possible to give Jaune as little time to disrupt her glyphs, she summons a variety of Grimm: Beowolves, Manticore, Ursa, Nevermore, and Sabyr.

As they move to charge at Jaune, she feels a tap of her shoulder. She turns her head to find a wooden stick on top of her shoulder, held by Jaune standing directly behind her.

"As for the summons, you are left completely vulnerable due to remaining stationary," Jaune says before putting his weapon away.

After a look of surprise, Winter sighs before dismissing her summons.

"It's my complete loss."

As Ironwood and Weiss approach them, Weiss asks, "How were able to destroy the glyphs like that? I've never seen or heard of such a thing."

Winter and Ironwood look at Jaune, waiting for his answer.

"It was quite simple," Jaune responds. "When I visited Weiss the other night, her glyphs disappeared the moment her concentration slipped due to surprise. So I wondered, what exactly was she concentrating on? The answer must be her link to her glyphs in order to provide them a stable source of Aura. When a foreign energy is suddenly introduced, as I'd expected, the link to the glyphs are disturbed, thus leading to a rapid destabilization of the glyph."

"That is..." Winter mutters to herself.

"If an observant enemy caught onto this during an actual battle, you would be hard pressed to come out as the victor," Jaune continues. "Though I used qi, as far as I'm concerned, Aura is essentially highly diluted qi. Therefore, it is possible for one with sufficient Aura control to accomplish what I did against your glyphs."

"Do you have a solution?" Ironwood asks.

"This discovery is a benefit to the Schnee Semblance, as they should be able to further improve it," Jaune responds. "However, this will take some time. As for an immediate solution..."

Jaune waves a hand over the ground, sending out wisps of sharpened sword qi to carve out the Schnee glyph. Afterwards, he gestures to the sisters.

"Try using it like you normally would with your glyphs."

With a strange look, Winter steps forward onto the circle and slowly channels her Aura. Surprisingly, her Aura flows naturally through the glyph Jaune had drawn out, and it quickly begins to glow. She retrieves a small amount of lightning Dust, then imbues it into the glyph. Her eyes widen in surprise when the glyph flashes yellow and puts her under the effect of time dilation. She looks up in shock.

"I see..." Jaune mutters. "So the Schnee Semblance is very similar to arrays."

"Arrays?" Weiss asks.

"In the cultivation world, arrays are symbols or objects in a particular formation that grant different effects. These can range from restrictions, manipulation of energy, and all the way to illusions indiscernible from reality. The fact that you are able to utilize your Semblance with a physical glyph means that the symbol itself is integral to your power. This also means that theoretically, both of you should be able to modify the Schnee glyph to greater heights."

"And if the glyph formation itself is what gives power, then by permanently etching it into something, rather than drawing them out with our Aura..." Winter says with widened eyes.

Jaune nods.

"It is as you suspect. The immediate problem of stability would partially be solved due to the array being permanently present. Additionally, you would expend less Aura as the only amount you'd need to use is for the activation itself, not the creation of the actual glyph."

"Doesn't this mean that technically, anyone could use our glyph?" Weiss asks, rather disturbed by the thought.

"General," Jaune calls out. "Why don't you try activating the glyph I've drawn out?"

Ironwood nods, then steps onto the circle. He narrows his eyes in concentration, but no reaction appears from the circle.

"Nothing," he says.

"Weiss, you try," Jaune says.

Weiss steps onto the circle, and as an experiment, attempts to create a hard light glyph as quickly as possible. With almost seamless ease, her Aura flows through the glyph lines, and in the blink of an eye, a hard light glyph manifests in front of her.

"An array is not such a simple thing anyone can use," Jaune chuckles. "I think the Schnees have been misunderstanding the true nature of their Semblance for quite some time. If I had to describe it... perhaps it would be something along the lines of extreme array affinity?"

"And where do our summons fall within all of this?" Winter asks.

"The variety of functions possible through arrays are near limitless," Jaune replies. "The fact your glyphs are easily disrupted is proof that it is only rudimentary. Yet, through the application of various types of Dust, you are able to achieve varying effects. Your so called summons, what do you think is happening between you and your glyph?"

Winter looks down in thought.

"It was always taught to the Schnees for many generations that what we summon are significant foe that we'd defeated in the past..."

"The past," Weiss says lowly before looking up. "Maybe that means... our memories? Significant, meaning memorable. So, maybe our summons are actually a strong memory tied to an enemy we'd defeated, then that is amplified and given form through our glyph?"

Without a word, Jaune walks onto the glyph. Extending his arm out, he channels his qi through the glyph. To their surprise, the glyph glows with an ethereal light and an unknown creature emerges.

"What... He just summoned..." Winter mutters in disbelief. "And just what is that creature? That does not look like any Grimm we've seen or heard of."

The creature that emerged from the glyph has the body of a deer, a reptilian tail, and the head of a dragon with two antler like horns. It bows its head towards Jaune as he places a palm against the creature's neck.

"A qilin," Jaune says with a small smile. "A divine creature you won't find in the mortal realm. Known for their benevolence, wisdom, nobility, and power."

"I thought you said no one else could use our glyphs?" Weiss slowly asks.

"I said that not just anyone could use arrays," Jaune shakes his head as he chuckles. "And I am not just anyone. I'm merely demonstrating that your conjecture is correct. You are indeed manifesting a memory with Aura conducted through your glyph."

The qilin Jaune had summoned purrs, rumbling the air, before dissipating into nothingness. He looks back at the three pairs of wide eyes and claps his hands.

"So, given what we've learned, Winter and Weiss should engrave their glyphs onto a physical object to partially address its stability problem. Meanwhile, both of you will be working on understanding and fundamentally improving your glyph. As for your summoning combat... having to remain stationary while controlling your summons is hardly useful. To fix that, you'll need to do some mental exercises."

"Mental exercises?" Weiss asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Anything that requires you to do two distinctly separate activities at once that both requires precision. For example, writing with one hand, while drawing with the other."

"That sounds impossible..." Weiss groans.

"Difficult, but not impossible," Jaune chuckles. He points one finger towards the ground with both of his arms. With sharpened sword qi, he begins to draw an intricate image of the qilin into the ground, while neatly writing out the Aura Chant with the other.

"See? It's possible," Jaune turns his head towards them and smiles, all the while continuing to draw and write.

'He's... Isn't that three things at once?!' They all think.

"Okay, we get your point," Weiss sighs.

'Glynda was certainly not over exaggerating when she described Jaune in those messages... While he is an invaluable ally, this makes him just as dangerous as an enemy... We can not afford to lose him.'

Ironwood internally sweats, then jolts when Jaune makes eye contact with him before receiving a knowing smile.

'Can... he read minds too?' Ironwood can not help but think.

Jaune waves his hand over the ground, clearing the glyph, drawing, and inscription he'd carved into the ground. He tilts his head towards Winter.

"So...does Weiss have your blessing?"

Winter is caught off guard, almost having forgotten why they were down here in the first place. The last several moments had completely sent her mind spiraling into other directions. She looks down at Weiss's hopeful face.

'As adorable as always,' she thinks as she puts on a stern expression.

"In terms of experience and skill, you're still lacking," Winter says. "But... in the last several minutes, I've learned that I am as well."

Winter sighs and her expression transforms to a gentle one.

"You know that I give you a hard time because I know that you are capable."

"I know," Weiss replies with a small smile.

Winter steps forward and embraces Weiss in a tight hug.

"Be safe little sister," she whispers into her ear before turning towards Jaune.

"Take care of her Jaune," Winter requests.

"Of course," Jaune nods before glancing at Weiss. "Are you ready?"

"I was ready the moment I'd left the mansion," Weiss replies.

"Then until next time General. Winter," Jaune lightly bows. Then both he and Weiss disappear from their sights.

Ironwood releases a deep sigh as his shoulders relax.

"I think I can understand why Ozpin chose to work with him. He is both irreplaceable as an ally and utterly terrifying."

"I don't believe that he has any ill intention towards us sir," Winter replies.

"I do not believe that he does either," Ironwood responds. "But... there is no denying that if he so wished, he could likely destroy all of our efforts made up until this point. And that is why he scares me."

His gaze hardens.

"In either case, we have our work cut out for us. Haven... we'll repay our debt to Salem when the time comes."

"Indeed sir," Winter replies with an equal amount of steel in her eyes.