Chapter 2

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A few weeks pass by, and today's the day. In the month since I departed the fang, I've gone into hiding, the red streaks in my hair are hidden thanks to my hair dye, I've kept the Grimm mask hidden, it'll stay in my pack until I can visit Blake, or one of the others, other than that, I've bought new clothes, dark grey pants, and a dark grey short sleeve shirt, over it I wear a grey sleeveless jacket, I've also bought gloves, and shin guards, along with that I've bought an extra pocket to have strapped to my back, it holds many tools, as well as a book I keep at all times, other things I have is my knife and throwing star holster attached to my left leg, I also keep my Tanto held on its sheath over my shoulder, I also bought a new mask, this one in the shape of a dog, with holes to clearly see my eyes through it. I rarely use the mask instead, I wear a small cloth across my forehead, it's one Adam and I wore in solidarity before we got our Grimm masks. Only now it's over my forehead full time, not covering my eye to mirror his. After a quite frankly boring ride along an airship to the school, I step off carrying my backpack and singular suitcase of things off the ship, I take a moment to marvel at the school, Beacon Academy, arguably the best of the four academies. Unfortunately, my lingering in the area led me to bore witness to an interaction all too familiar.

"What are you doing?" I look over to see Weiss Schnee, the current heiress of the Schnee Dust Company shout at a student in red and black, she looks a bit young to be at Beacon, perhaps a genius?

"Uh, Sorry." She says.

"Sorry?! Do you have any idea the damage you could've caused! " Weiss shouts, the girl attempts to help clean up, but Weiss snatches a suitcase out of her hands. "This is Dust mined and purified from the Schnee quarry. What are you brain dead? Dust! Fire, water, lightning, energy!" As she speaks she shakes a bottle with fire dust spreading it in the air around her. The red girl sneezes causing the bottle of dust in Weiss' hand to launch my way, I catch it, easily, and approach the situation. "Unbelievable! This is exactly the kind of situation I was talking about!"

"I'm really, really sorry!"

"Ugh! You complete dolt!"

"Hey, if you could stop being a bully on the first day."

"What?" Weiss recoils from my interruption.

"Please, Mrs. Schnee, I'm sure your time is better suited than yelling at a student who's likely here because they skipped a year or two." I say, glancing to the girl, easily she must be fifteen or sixteen, not much younger than us, but the difference is noticeable.

"Finally, someone who knows who I am."

I hum in annoyance, that part was clearly recognizable to both of them. "Weiss Schnee, hieress to the Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world. But..."

"But..?"

"It's also very infamous for its controversial labor practices, labeled by many as abusive and practically slavery, and very questionable business partners, like a known business sell to a far right wing conservative nationalist movement in mistral that was arrested, only a few months ago." I spit outright facts, slowly enraging the heiress.

"What? How dare!" Weiss grumbles before grabbing her bottle of dust from my hand and marching off.

The red girl turns to Weiss saddens. "I promise I'll make this up to you!" She shouts off to the Schnee, I don't care what happens to either of them, just so long as they don't bug me.

I start walking to the amphitheater directly ahead, and grab my book from my pocket, I have two in there, I grabbed the safer option, which is a book dedicated to moves I can do with my chakra changing its nature element to water. The other book, is a bit too risqué to read in public. Icha Icha Paradise, I know the next book is scheduled to release so very soon Icha Icha Violence. I don't bother to speak to anyone afterwards, instead choosing to stay near the back of the amphitheater. I remain quiet watching as Professor Goodwitch and Ozpin stand on the stage.

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