Everknight

Chapter 5

Pythia loves negativity. It's the very definition of what the Creatures of Grimm are. The troubled minds of humans and faunus are like intoxicating fumes to the Grimm Seer. Unless you're Jaune, in which case, Pythia finds his negativity very dull, tiring, and most importantly, stupid. One moment the blond human is cheerful and optimistic, the next day he's depressed and sulking. It's apparently one of those teenage angsts or phases, whatever people call it these days.

Why is Jaune moping around? How is a Grimm supposed to know? The Seer floated towards an absentminded Jaune, aimlessly pacing around the giant living room. He was already dressed in his Pumpkin Pete's Hoodie and blue jeans, ready to leave anytime now.

"Hey, Pythia. Just... Warming up for our tour of Vale, again." He sighed.

The Grimm Seer followed suit, 'sighing' along with its partner. It wrapped a handful of its tentacles around Jaune's arm, letting the dejected blond boy lug the Grimm around like a balloon. It might as well let Jaune pace whatever mood he had out in the living room.

He let out another sigh. "You know, Pythia." The Seer internally groaned, knowing where this is going. "I always wanted to be a hero, or a huntsman just like my grandfather and father. A sword and shield before me like one of those heroic statues and paintings."

A clicking noises came from Pythia. The sound of annoyance. Every single time Jaune gets moody, he starts talking about hero and shit.

"I know, I know. It's just that... I can't find my motivation in life. Travelling is cool, I get to see many things no one has ever seen before. It's just it gets boring. I don't have the same motivation I once had." He can't be the 'hero' if he's with Salem. He could try to be the best errand boy, but he's already good at that thanks to his sisters, so he'll need to find another source of motivation. "And not without endangering my family."

No way was he doing anything that would go against Salem.

"Yes, Pythia. This is called an existential crisis. You saw it on the TV shows before."

Pythia thinks this 'existential crisis' thing is stupid. From Pythia's perspective, following orders is good enough. If not, surviving and following instincts is the second. Everything else is optional or add-ons to this horrid game called life. At least, that's how the Seer sees things. Humans and faunus are weird creatures; always making drama and stupid things.

"This random thought just came up to my mind. Salem put me through rigorous training. Well, it was mostly dodging and some self-defense stuff." By rigorous training, Jaune meant Salem plopping him into the training room and had the Grimm clamber over him while Salem sat in her chair nearby, reading. He managed to get through his training without any weapons for the most part. "But how come I'm the only one without a cool weapon?"

Arthur Watts has his multichambered revolver and all those techno gears, Cinder with her bow sword hybrid, Tyrian with his dual wrist blade gun, and Hazel... Well, Hazel doesn't need a weapon to take care of things. He also doesn't count in Jaune's eyes. There's no way he can live up to the strength Hazel possesses, especially when the man starts injecting himself with Dust crystals.

And then there are Cinder's subordinates: Emerald has these dual-wielding scythe-like pistols, Mercury with his gun boots, Roman with his cane gun, and lastly, Neo with her umbrella sword. What does he have?

Pythia hissed and pointed at itself.

He has a Grimm as a weapon. A 'technically' living creature that shoots electricity, fire, and some sort of dark energy. Pythia can also do other amazing stuff like seeing through illusions, scanning entire areas, and the Grimm itself is deceptively strong and durable. It just didn't sit well with Jaune that Pythia is taking all those hits for him. The Seer is his partner after all and they've bonded, somewhat, within a short period of time.