A/N: And once more, after months of procrastination and finding out this chapter was going to be a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, it's finally here. Chapter 4, almost 6,000 words, i don't know whether to be impressed or drained. Either way, I hope you all enjoy this chapter of The Man With Two Souls.

Chapter 4: Crossing Paths With a Black Cat

"You're developing quite well," stated Ozpin, dodging another of my swings as he said so, "Your form still need quite a bit of work, but we've made great progress in this short time."

I nodded as Ozpin suddenly swung his cane at me, forcing me to block with my own, sending me back a few steps, "And yet I still feel like i'm being danced around, you're the headmaster for a reason, I guess."

I rushed forward, thrusting the shadowy cane at Ozpin numerous times, each one being deflected or straight out blocked as Ozpin responded, "That may be so, but you can't deny your progress, two weeks ago you couldn't even see my strikes, let alone block one."

A loud crack echoed through the soulscape as Ozpin sent my cane flying out of my hands and sailing into the air. I watched it spin rapidly before it crashed back down to eart-, I mean Remnant, and clattered across the ground.

"Be that as it may, you also still have a long way to go until you're skill has reached mine."

I'd say he was being cocky, if I didn't understand how true his statement was at least. He didn't pull any punches either, despite my initial utter incompetence at fighting. A fact I didn't know whether to be grateful or angry about.

A sigh escaped my lips as I shrugged, "How long did I last this time?"

"Seven minutes, quite the improvement."

Sure, the time was rather short, but considering my opponent...I think I can take satisfaction out of seven minutes.

I nodded, a smile making its way onto my face, "Well, we've pretty much gone at it repeatedly for two weeks now."

"Indeed, and you've grown quickly acquainted with my body in the meantime. Most likely thanks to the bond our souls share now."

I nodded once more, laying on the grass covered landscape, "Most likely, I've found myself reflexively doing things you said you usually do, as if second nature. Guess you're quite literally rubbing off on me."

"Essentially," Ozpin said, agreeing, "The human soul is complicated, most likely your soul is incorporating the knowledge of mine into it in order to protect itself."

I stood up, looking at Ozpin, "Alright, so now what?"

"Now," Said Ozpin as he turned around, "We are done tonight, even though we are in the soulscape, you will still require legitimate rest."

I stood up as the soulscape faded away from me, "See you in the morning then, Ozpin."

I was always disappointed when these sessions ended, they were legitimately fun, more fun than I think i've ever had before I died.

But, the period after the sessions were also...interesting, to say the least. I guess you could call them dreams, but they always seemed more like visions.

Usually I'd see the old shack of a house as the setting. Sometimes I'd see people, not the same people every time, but the most common ones were four young women and an old man.

The ones with them were always like a fairy tail. Four young women help an old and isolated man and he turns out to be a wizard and grants them his powers as thanks.

Sometimes I saw a young, white haired man, practicing fighting with a cane as a young woman watched him from a distance. This vision was probably the reason I've gotten so much better with Ozpin's cane.

But one thing occurred without fail every time. Things got dark, both literally and figuratively. I could hear screams of terror, the various shrieks, roars, and growls of what I could only assume were grimm. The tearing and shredding of flesh was echoing from all around me.

And then an ear splitting roar rumbled through the space along with the beating of giant wings. That's when the area became visible.

I was in a city, it was pretty old, almost medieval. Everything was completely trashed, rubble littered the streets, smoke rose from various places in the distance, and fire was everywhere.

"This again," I started, having gotten used to the sight of the tragedy by now, "Is anything going to be different this time?"

I began walking, exploring the demolished city, a stray grimm appearing every now and then, their masks decorated in the blood of the city's citizens.

They completely ignored me, like always. Whether they couldn't see me or just didn't care was unknown to me, I certainly didn't stick around and wait for them to change their debatably existent minds.

And then I arrived at the center of the city, no matter where I went, I always ended up here.

The center was probably beautiful before this attack, but it certainly looked like a complete wreck now. Several grimm littered the area, their bodies evaporating into nothing. They hadn't been dead for long. Shops lined the buildings around me, some were still standing, others were completely demolished. In the middle of the city's center was a small obelisk, a few feet taller than a grown man. At the base of the obelisk, was a man, bleeding profusely from a set of slash wounds on his chest onto the stone floor, he wore white armor, trimmed with gold. Next to him, on either side of his body, was a sword and shield, the sword was rather simple with a blue cloth covered hilt with a gold pommel and guard, the shield was rather nice looking, it was mostly white with the top portion being trimmed with gold, a symbol of what appeared to be a two crescent moons on it.

I approached the dying man, he had blonde hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to gaze on for miles. I knelt next to him, he was muttering in his blood-loss induced stupor, I could barely hear what he was saying and what I could hear was mostly incoherent.

The soon-to-be corpse looked around the center, before muttering his final words, coughing fits interrupting him every once in awhile, "I..i..i should have listened."

I bowed my head slightly, as his muttering became silent.

Usually, this is where the visions abruptly end and I wake up.

But something was different with this 'dream' this time. Instead of waking up, I was still in the town's center, but it must have skipped forward in time, since the grimm corpses had fully evaporated. I almost jumped when I noticed the large, blatant difference in the scenery. Emblazoned near the top of the obelisk in the center of the town was a large symbol.

It was red, vibrant red. The symbol looked a bit like a dream catcher to me, it held a sideways eye in the middle of it, numerous lines connecting it to what looked kind of like an unfinished compass rose with three points going north, west, and east, at the bottom of symbol were five gem-esque shapes that hung, as if suspended in the air, under the eye.

It stayed there for a while, as if watching my every movement. I stood still and waited for something, anything, to happen.

And then I started to hear whispering.

It was unintelligible to me, probably because it was so soft and quiet, so I couldn't hear it well enough to understand it. I guess that fact was made clear to the voice as well, because soon the whispering came to a stop. Soon after, the lines of the symbol began moving, receding into the eye until nothing but the eye was left, and then the eye closed, making the symbol completely disappear from sight.

I could finally feel myself waking up, the town fading only to be replaced by the sight of the back of my eyelids as I slowly opened them. Things were blurry for a few moments, but it eventually faded after I rubbed my eyes and blinked them a few times. I stretched, the bones in my spine popping as I cleared out the stiffness in them. I picked up Ozpin's glasses, put them back on and looked around the room, it was morning once more.

Those dreams are getting tiresome, same thing for two weeks straight. I'm both glad and disturbed by the change in ending. I'll keep them to myself for now and see what else I can figure out about this stuff. If I can figure out anything at all.

Good morning, Vas, sleep well?

I stood up from the chair slowly as I replied, "Morning Ozpin, I slept pretty well, actually."

I could 'feel' Ozpin nod, something I discovered during the time we've been training, I can 'feel' certain actions or movements he makes, even though he technically has no body.

That's good, Said Ozpin as I grabbed his cane and made my way to the elevator, And it seems that we have a clear schedule for today.

"Thank goodness," I said, releasing a sigh, "No signing papers or helping out around campus for a day."

A break every now and then is always nice, especially after many days of work.

"That's very true," I said as I set the elevator to go to the ground floor, "But some people just like to work and work and work."

I sensed a feeling of amusement from Ozpin as the elevator opened up at the bottom floor, Not unlike several of the staff members at Beacon, wouldn't you say?

"Well they certainly seem to love their job, can't fault them for that."

Indeed, they are some of the most devoted people I have ever met.

I nodded in agreement as I began making my way towards Beacon's dining hall. It was still pretty early in the morning, so a few of the students that stayed and a few teachers are probably there for breakfast.

I don't think I could have ever stood this much walking back in my old body, but Ozpin's body never broke a sweat. Our training sessions have really shown me just how much looks can deceive. Ozpin looked like any other human, but he's faster, stronger, more agile, etc. than any other human I think I ever knew, and he doesn't even put that much effort in. In a few words, I guess all I could really say about it is this.

Hunters are terrifying.

Something wrong, Vas? , Asked Ozpin, breaking me out of my thoughts, You've been awfully quiet.

'Sorry,' I thought to Ozpin, 'I was just thinking about hunters compared to people from Earth.'

Ah, Acknowledged Ozpin, What specifically about them?

'Well, mostly about how vast the difference in capabilities is.'

Aura is a massive game changer between a hunter and the common civilian.

'Common civilian?', I echoed as I entered the dining hall, 'I thought you said everyone had aura?'

They do, but full access to one's aura is far less widely spread. Usually it must be released by someone who has full access to their own aura, but sometimes strong enough emotions can force one's aura to manifest.

I nodded in understanding as I gazed across the dining hall. A few students were seated at some of the tables, some sitting together with their teammates and/or out-of-team friend, while the odd few were sitting alone in peace and quiet. It also didn't take long for a loud, boisterous, and familiar laugh to ring out across the background noise of the students, immediately drawing my attention towards its source.

Peter Port was many things, but quiet certainly wasn't one of them.

I began making my way over, snagging a pair of bagels off of an arrangement of various foods for the students and teachers. I swear, I'm living off of these bagels.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, Peter.

As I made my way over to him, I began thinking of how I could describe him. He is an older man, short, pudgy, and he had a big bushy moustache and a pair of large eyebrows above seemingly permanently closed eyes. His outfit honestly reminded me of one of those older and fancier hunting outfits crossed with a military uniform. It consisted of a red buttoned up suit jacket trimmed with gold and brown pants tucked into knee-high black boots.

"Aha," exclaimed Peter's voice suddenly, "Ozpin! How nice of you to join us, friend."

My mind snapped back into reality and focused on the people in front of me. Sitting in front of me at the table was Peter, sitting across from him was Oobleck, and sitting a few spaces down from Oobleck was a student by the name of Velvet Scarlatina.

Velvet was a rabbit faunus with long brown hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. She was currently wearing Beacon's uniform, which consisted of a white blouse, under a brown vest, with a brown and gold jacket over top, a plaid red skirt, and black leggings.

I swear, there must be some cultural thing about always wearing several layers of clothes that Ozpin hasn't told me about, but anyways…

Velvet is a rather shy person, but mostly around new people, understandable considering she's a faunus. She doesn't have very many friends outside of her team, who all went elsewhere when last semester ended, but she apparently feels right at home conversing with the Beacon staff, not that I can blame her, even I started enjoying their company after I stopped being so on edge about acting as Ozpin. Heck, some students get into rather nice conversations with the staff all the time, so I doubt anyone questioned it really.

Deciding it would probably be best to respond to Peter, I did so with a smile, "And it's always a pleasure to join you, Peter. And how might your days be going so far?"

I sat down next to Peter, across from Velvet and Oobleck as they all gave positive responses to my question in their own ways.

"Professor Oobleck was just telling a story about the mouse Professor Port keeps locked away in his class room." said Velvet, looking like she was trying to keep herself from laughing out loud.

Peter keeps a mouse in his office?

"Aren't you afraid of mice, Peter?" I questioned, looking over at the man.

Peter pointed a finger out and waved it at the three of us, speaking in a semi-serious tone, "Edgar is in there for your safety!"

...He named it Edgar?, questioned Ozpin rhetorically, a bit of amusement leaking into his voice.

Oobleck let out a small laugh at his friend's phobia "And what are we being kept safe from, Peter?"

"Mice are nothing but breeders of disease and famine!" bellowed Peter, sending Velvet into a fit of poorly concealed giggles.

I let out a few chuckles myself, before letting out a silent sigh to myself. Their company was enjoyable, but always made me feel like an intruder, they were Ozpin's friends, not mine, after all.

It didn't feel right. Not at all.

I had brought up the issue with Ozpin, but, while he did try to alleviate my worries about it, we both knew it couldn't be helped.

I was once again knocked back into reality when Ozpin's pho-, I mean, 'scroll' vibrated. The scroll's vibration settings were set as high as they could go since Ozpin had always gotten so involved with work that Glynda made him keep it turned up. Which also meant everyone at the table heard it meaning I was now the center of attention.

"Is duty calling, Ozpin?", Asked Oobleck, somehow managing to sound disappointed and amused at the same time.

I pulled Ozpin's scroll out of one of my pockets as I replied, "We'll see."

I opened up Ozpin's messages and tapped on the highlighted message inside.

It was another application for Beacon Academy for a young woman by the name of Blake Belladonna.

'Huh,' I thought to Ozpin, 'Isn't this pretty late for an application?'

While almost everyone has their transcripts sent over by previously attended combat schools, there are some that apply of their own accord, replied Ozpin before he tagged on, like Mister Arc for example and applications are accepted up until the start of a semester.

'I see. So what should we do with this?'

While it isn't unheard of, it is questionable to receive an application this late.

I gave the transcript a few looks over. All the information seemed in order, nothing too outlandish. She apparently hadn't attended a formal combat school.

Who sent the application?

I gave the scroll a quick look and read a name off of the sender tab, 'Some guy named Tukson.'

That name seemed to ring a bell with Ozpin, since he made a thoughtful hum.

'You know this guy?'

I could feel him nod as he spoke once more, Tukson is an ex-White Fang member that has taken refuge in Vale, he owns a bookstore.

'Ex-White Fang? As in the terrorist group White Fang?'

Ozpin nodded, The very same, but this application came from him, so that would mean…?

I finished where Ozpin was leading my thoughts, '...That she's probably also Ex-White Fang and went to him for help.'

Precisely, what do you say to a house call?

'I say it's about time I saw Vale.'

I stood up and looked at the three people sitting around me, "My apologies, but it seems I have something to attend to in Vale."

"I guess we'll see you when you return, friend." said Peter as he and the others bid their goodbyes.

Half an hour later, I found myself inside of Ozpin's personal quarters. The room was pretty simple, decently sized, and contained various shades of green. Ozpin never really used this area since he always sleeps in his office, but it was where he kept most of his things anyways, plus it was still in good condition with no dust (the non-magical kind) or clutter.

Me and Ozpin had thought it to be a good idea if we altered his outfit a little to disguise ourselves before we went out considering he was so important in Vale. We didn't want to get sidetracked by people on the way to our unannounced visit to Tukson's bookstore.

I took off Ozpin's pin and scarf, laying them on the bed in the center of the room before taking off his suit jacket, folding it and placing it next to the pin and scarf. We had decided that all we really needed to alter was the outer top layer of Ozpin's outfit, so that left me in a green button up shirt, a black vest, dark green pants and black dress shoes.

I opened up a closet in the corner of the room. On the racks inside were various copies of Ozpin's usual outfit along with a few different outfits. I found always found it odd that all the clothes followed the same color scheme of various shades of green and black.

After a few moments of shuffling around through the clothes, I stepped back, took a jacket with me, and slipped it on while walking over to a mirror in the room.

I patted the sides of the jacket slightly as I gazed in the mirror to inspect it. The jacket was dark green, with two breast pockets, two normal pockets, and, after closer inspection, the jacket had another pocket on the inside of it. I had somehow managed to get the hood stuffed between my back and the inside of the jacket, so I untucked it from inside the jacket.

"You know, it's funny how just changing one piece of your outfit makes you look more casual."

Surprising indeed, now there should be a pair of gloves in the bedside table.

I nodded and walked over to the bedside table and opened it up. After moving some things around I finally found a pair of black gloves and slipped them on. I rubbed the gloves together slightly and went to exit, grabbing Ozpin's cane on the way.

"Is there any way we can take this without it being recognized immediately?"

Press near where the handle meets the cane, it collapses into the handle.

I did as he asked and pressed near the handle and, low and behold, the cane portion just pulled it's way into the handle.

"...How does that even work?"

It'd take too long to explain, we should get going.

I nodded, pulled the hood of the jacket up, and one lengthy bullhead ride later, I was standing in Vale.

Vale looked like your average city for the most part, but with a few higher tech things dotting the area here and there. Honestly all I really noticed were the holographic traffic lights and street lights dotting the area.

It was a pretty simple looking city actually, it also didn't take long at all to find 'Tukson's Book Trade'. All I really had to do was ask someone for the 'bookstore', they didn't have very many of those apparently, and they pointed the way pretty easily. The store was rather nice looking, especially so considering how faunus aren't exactly looked upon in the best of lights. I pushed the door open and entered, a bell chiming above the door alert the store owner.

"Be there in a minute!" called a voice from the back, "Go ahead and take look around!"

Well...don't mind if I do.

I pushed my hood down and began to peruse the shelves of books, seeing things like romance novels, adventure stories, fairy tales, and even a few comic books here and there.

He has quite the collection, I see why he chose the catchphrase now.

I hummed in agreement as I plucked a book that caught my eye off of the shelf.

"'The Darkness of Remnant', huh?" I said as I flipped through the book and skimmed some of the pages.

Nevermore, Deathstalker, Beowolf, Ursa. Oh, I get it now, this is a bestiary for grimm.

This book seems quite extensive, maybe we should buy it before we leave?

I chuckled, before saying jokingly, "Why? Don't have it in your personal library?"

As a matter of fact, I don't.

I smiled, but before I could think of another response, I suddenly felt a presence behind me, prompting me to turn around to face it.

Standing behind the counter was a rather well-built man with hazel colored eyes, black hair, and the biggest pair of sideburns I've ever seen. He had on a short sleeved black and burgundy shirt and a pair of black pants.

He looked extremely caught off guard by my, or should I say Ozpin's, presence. His eyes were a fraction wider than they should be and he looked momentarily frozen on the spot before he cleared his throat and composed himself.

"Professor Ozpin!" He said in greeting, "What brings you all the way here?"

There's no way he doesn't know.

"Well I received a message earlier today about a late applicant to Beacon Academy, a message sent by you," I started as he began rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "My day was free so I thought I would make a trip to Vale to meet this potential student."

"Ah…," He started, "Well, I guess I can't stop you at this point, follow me."

He opened up the doors behind the counter and waved me over, leading me back into what I assumed was his storage area for books.

And, by whatever gods there are on this world, was I right. There were a ton of books back here, he probably could have started up a small library instead of a bookstore with this many books. Tall wooden shelves filled the first room we entered, each one filled to the brim with books, books, and more books. Surprisingly, the room was rather clean, not much dust anywhere and all the books were in pristine condition.

"You seem to be doing quite well for yourself, Tukson."

He had relaxed considerably by now as he replied, "Well, lots of people are interested in stories of all kinds here, be them fact or fiction. There are a few lulls in business traffic here and there, but it's good work."

This guy really loves his job.

Maybe we should get back to the point, Vas?, suggested Ozpin.

'Right, probably a good idea.'

"So, Tukson, what can you tell me about Miss Belladonna?"

"About Blake? Well," he stopped and hummed lightly in thought, "She defected from the White Fang, she means well, she's quiet, sometimes too quiet, and for some reason her first idea after defecting was to come to me for help and apply to Beacon."

"I see," I said as I nodded in understanding, "But why come to you?"

"Before I defected from the Fang, I forged documents for our field operatives. She was hoping i would do the same, since she had no real documentation in these parts."

"Then how much of her information is true?"

"Well most of it is, all I really changed about it was her race, since she wanted to keep her faunus heritage a secret."

He began walking again leading me through a pair of doors to a side room that I could only assume led to a more residential portion of the store

The door led us up a flight of stairs and into a more...homely area. The interior was mostly wooden and simple, a painting hanging here and there, a vase set in a corner off to the end of the hallway, a window covered by curtains let just a bit of light streak into the otherwise dimly lit space.

Tukson turned a corner suddenly, leading us into what seemed to be a kitchen. Before I could step in, however, he stopped me with a gesture of his hand.

"I think it's best if I introduce you rather than just let you waltz in out of seemingly nowhere, she's paranoid enough as is."

I held up my hands in the universal sign of relent/surrender and nodded in understanding.

It was perfectly reasonable for her to be paranoid, not many people could just defect from a terrorist organization like the White Fang without feeling like they'd be hunted and found at any moment.

As Tukson went inside the kitchen, I just leaned against the wall and waited. It didn't take long for the sounds of conversation to start up and I tried to focus on anything but whatever Tukson was talking about with, who I could only assume to be, Blake.

Privacy and all that.

So what do you intend to say to her?

'Me? She's your potential student, why do I have to think of something?'

As long as you are in control of my body, she's your potential student just as much as she is mine.

I sighed, 'Yeah, I guess you're right.'

Tukson chose that moment to come back out of the kitchen, "Alright Professor, she's ready to see you."

I pushed myself away from the wall I was leaning on, but before I went anywhere, I reached into one of my jacket pockets and pulled out Ozpin's scroll.

"We don't need any interruptions." I explained to Tukson when he gave me a questioning look as I turned the scroll on silent and slipped it back into my pocket.

Tukson then nodded and led me into the kitchen. I guess it was as good a place as any to meet. A fridge was off in one corner, a long counter resting beside it and extending to the opposite corner, various cabinets lined the space above the counter, a sink was settled near the middle with a window hanging above it, and in the middle of the room was a table with four chairs, one of which, was occupied by Blake Belladonna.

She had a book resting next to her on the table. Guess she usually read in here. She had long black hair, amber eyes with purple eye-shadow surrounding them, and pale skin. Her attire was probably the most elaborate I'd seen so far. I can't really describe it very well, aside from it was a mixture of black, white, and purple.

"Blake, this is Professor Ozpin. Professor, this is Blake." Said Tukson, introducing us.

Blake seemed very...guarded. To say the least.

"It's nice to meet you." she said, but her tone was so cautious that it almost came out sounding like a question.

'This is just going to go great,' I thought to Ozpin, 'I can just feel tension everywhere.'

Ozpin let out a slight chuckle, Well, try and keep it together, Vas. We've already come this far.

"It's always a pleasure to meet one of the Academy's applicants, Miss Belladonna," I said, debatably being a bit too formal.

Tukson had already sat down in the chair to Blake's left, so I took that as a sign to sit down as well.

Sitting across from Blake made this situation feel a lot more uncomfortable to me. In Beacon, everyone knew Ozpin was trustworthy and had known him for at least some time, but Blake had never met Ozpin, which meant I could potentially mess up the first impressions.

She wasn't showing it, but somehow I could feel she was nervous too.

"I don't mean to be rude," started Blake, "But why are you here?"

"Well," I started, "Considering your past allegiances, I thought it prudent to make sure I wouldn't be making a mistake by accepting you into my school."

"That's...reasonable."

"I certainly thought so," I said as I nodded and Ozpin began telling me questions to ask, "So, Miss Belladonna, why did you leave the White Fang?"

She seemed a little surprised by how fast I got to the point. She blinked a few times before she let out a breath.

"I don't think I need to tell you of all people how far the Fang has fallen," She said, a more depressed tone leaking into her voice, "I couldn't stand it anymore, so I left."

Simple question, simple answer. Alright then.

"Why come to Beacon?" I questioned, "Surely the other academy's would have been just as good as a choice?"

"Well," She said, pausing to think out her response, "Shade isn't in the best of environments, Atlas is too military oriented, and Haven is too far away."

"Seems you thought this out pretty well," I smiled in amusement, interlocking my fingers and resting my elbows on the table, "But, according to your application, you've never had any formal combat training, could you explain that for me?"

"While I may not have had formal combat instruction, I have learned a lot in my time in the White Fang."

"I see," I stated, "How can I be sure your presence will not be danger to the academy and it's students?"

"I can assure you," She said confidently, "Anybody searching for me from the Fang has no idea where I am, I even spent a few weeks laying low to make sure of it."

I nodded, finding that answer to be good enough as Ozpin told me his final question, "So, Blake, why do you want to be a huntress?"

"E-excuse me?" She stuttered.

She must not have been ready to answer that question.

"There are a lot of things you could have done after leaving the Fang, I'm sure you could have found something to move on to other than being a huntress," I said, taking a breath, "So, Miss Belladonna, why do you want to be a huntress?"

"Well…," started Blake, choosing her words carefully, "Hunter's are symbols of peace and justice in Remnant, people look towards them for hope and help, and there's too much wrong with this world to just stand idly by. I want to be a hunter, so I can make a difference."

'Admirable reason, I'll admit.' I said to Ozpin.

Indeed, not many people her age have such an understanding of this world's darkness.

I nodded and stood up from the table, "I think I've heard everything I need to hear."

"You have?" Blake and Tukson said in unison.

Oh yeah, Tukson was still here.

Ozpin's decision was obvious though, he probably made up his mind the moment we were in the same room with her.

"Correct," I said, a smile making it's way to my face, "Beacon Academy would be more than happy to welcome you into it's halls, Miss Belladonna."

I didn't think it was possible from our brief interaction, but Blake actually allowed a smile to cross her face as she nodded, "Thank you, Professor. You won't regret this, I promise."

"I held no belief that I would. Remember, the semester is starting within a few months, I'll be seeing you then."

"I'll look forward to it, Professor."

"Here," said Tukson as he stood up too, "Let me lead you out."

I followed Tukson back to the storefront. When we got back he started talking once more, "Blake's a good kid, I'm glad you decided to accept her."

"No need to tell me that, it was my pleasure to accept her."

It was at that moment that I remembered I was still holding onto that Grimm bestiary book.

I placed it on the counter and looked to Tukson, "Before I leave though, I'd like to buy this book."

One purchase later and I was once more standing outside of Tukson's Book Trade.

"Well that was easier than I thought it would be."

It went quite well, good job, Vas.

"You were the one telling me what to ask."

You may have asked my questions, but everything else was all you.

I chose that moment to pull out Ozpin's scroll and check for any missed messages, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Let's see here. We did miss a message after all.

I opened up the message and was immediately confused.

'Huh?'

Oh no…

The message was from some guy named Qrow and Ozpin now sounded worried.

The message only contained five words within it.

Autumn's coming early this year.

A/N: Dun-dun-dun. The plot thickens.