We should keep promises, because words carry a significant weight on each person.

  Or so they say, I heard that somewhere, a long time ago. I don't know where or who, I just know I know that saying.

  I say this because it's funny how fate always has a way of messing things up, making her a total bitch towards me in particur. And bitchiness is better exemplified as there was an incident at her workpce, but luckily, one of her coworkers stepped in, allowing my apprentice to fulfill her promise to join me for our training session. But she was ready to say fuck you to her boss.

  And here we stand, facing each other, armed and ready for our long-awaited swordsmanship css. A big middle finger to fate and my moment to showcase my new gdiator css like.

  In that split second of eye contact, I whip up my shield just in time to block her downward strike. Not wasting a second, I shove her sword away, carving out enough room to pull off a strong kick aimed right at her shield, sending her staggering backwards. But she stands firm, unwavering, not losing her bance, merely taking a step back, remaining intact like a wall, just like I taught her.

  But that short moment is enough for me and I lift my weapon and lunge toward her chest, but she's quick to raise her shield, deflecting my strike as well. But that simple block doesn't discourage me as I unleash a rapid series of thrust attacks, each one escating in speed and force, something she also notices with each attack.

  Jeanne finds herself cornered, trying to fend off my relentless assault. Sensing an opening, I finish my flurry with a sweeping upward ssh with all my strength, forcing her shield arm aside and shattering her defense, leaving her exposed for my next attack.

  Caught in a familiar situation, Jeanne, sadly, panics and forgets her the importance of a solid stance as she staggers backwards and clumsily attempts to counter with her wooden sword. A really poor attempt at that, a blunder that only pys to my advantage once again.

  I lunge, pnting a foot forward and sshing at her wrist. She lets out a yelp of pain, instantly releasing her grip on the sword, letting it crash to the ground.

  "Owwww!" she cries out, dropping to her knees, clutching her wrist with a pained expression.

  "Are you okay?" I ask, concerned for her well-being.

  "Yeah," she nods, but winces when she inspects her hand, attempting to poke at it only to recoil with a yelp. "I hope this doesn't leave a mark."

  Yeah, probably not okay.

  Setting down my weapons, I conjure a bag of ice into my hands. "Quick, put this!"

  My apprentice hesitates briefly before taking the bag of ice and slowly applies it to her swollen wrist. She winces at the initial shock of cold and pain, but gradually eases into the relief that the ice brings her.

  Feeling somewhat awkward standing there, I lower myself to the ground, stealing gnces between her hand and the blue sky.

  "You've been practicing." I comment, breaking the silence. She momentarily shifts her attention from her swollen wrist, offering a small smile before averting her eyes in embarrassment.

  "Thanks… you too?" She awkwardly replies.

  I cock my head slightly, a bit of confusion fshing across my face, before turning into a smirk. "Obviously, l gotta prepare to teach you some killer moves." Grabbing my sword, I swing it around haphazardly with a short ugh.

  Jeanne joins in with a giggle before examining her hand. "That move you pulled off, I think it's called..."

  "Parry?"

  "Yeah, parry!" Her fingers snap in realization. "You parried my attack!"

  Parry is an advanced technique for sword-fighting, that's what I've read from the training manual, and something I wanted to test hence my insistence in sparring with Jeanne, but also that my gdiator css took that knowledge really well, something that smooth wouldn't have been possible if I haven't unlocked this css.

  "It's parry and riposte, an essential technique when fighting against others." I cross my arms in deep thinking. "You saw that I took advantage of your panic attack and put you in an even worse position. That's usually the objective, to breach your opponent's guard and nd a devastating attack, sometimes enough to end the fight right there."

  To drive home my point, I skewer the sword into the ground.

  "And that hit me with a real weapon…" she trails off, her gaze falling down on her swollen hand again before her face turns pale, clearly imagining the possibility of losing an entire hand for a single blunder.

  I acknowledge her concerns with a nod. "You really need to be careful about that kind of thing." Pausing for a moment, I think about the situation further. "But then again, with aura…"

  I shake my head, abruptly stopping myself.

  She hasn't unlocked her aura yet, which makes it a tricky subject to bring up. Which actually makes me think back of her ongoing issue. How hasn't she unlocked her aura yet?

  I should have done something by now. But how does one even unlock it?

  I recall Bke's method that she used on me. She simply pced a hand on me and did something with her aura. Was it like injecting some of hers into mine, or was there more to it?

  If I do that, will I unlock her aura? I hope so, that would simplify a lot of things, especially teaching her how to fight and even take her to a mini-expedition in Emerald Forest, because sure as fuck, I won't take her to fight Grimm with no aura.

  That would be the signing of her death sentence.

  But that still leaves me stuck without an answer on how to help her with the whole no aura problem.

  "Are you okay?" Her voice breaks my chain of thought.

  "Oh! Yeah, yeah. Just spaced out for a sec." I quickly reply.

  And silence comes again, making the situation rather awkward as we stare at each other until Jeanne looks away, her good hand pying with her long hair.

  "Is your hand feeling better now?" I pull her attention elsewhere with that random check up.

  She peels off the ice from her hand, flexing and clenching her fist a few times, rotating her wrist without dispying any signs of discomfort.

  "Yeah, it feels better, I think." The knightess reaches for her dummy sword and picks it up as she rises from the ground. "Give me a sec."

  Jeanne starts swinging her sword a few times, gradually putting more force into each swing. Her expression stays the same until she finally looks at me, nodding with a smile. "Yeah, I feel better now."

  I let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear. Don't push yourself too hard, though."

  She chuckled softly, readjusting her grip on the dummy sword. "I'll be fine. Thanks for the concern." The blonde girl then gnced at the bag of ice on the ground.

  "Don't worry about it; I've got plenty." I waved my hand dismissively. It wasn't even bought ice, just some cubes I made in my fridge and tossed into a shopping pstic bag.

  With that settled, I rub the back of my neck and rise to my feet, extracting the fake sword from the ground.

  Taking a step forward, I raise my shield in front of me. "Stance."

  My apprentice quickly follows my command, lifting her shield high and holding her sword, ready to strike once more.

  After giving her stance a scrutinizing look and finding no fault, I give her a nod of approval and proceed with the new lesson of today.

  "Now pay close attention." I struck my shield a few times to draw her focus.

  As soon as her blue eyes are in my direction, I begin circling around her, just making sure she isn't distracted before I could continue. "Riposte is the best of both worlds, a parry and an attack at the same time. Attack me and I will show you."

  Jeanne gnces at her hand and then back at me, shaking her head. I let out a long sigh, rolling my eyes.

  "I won't go for real, and it will be very slow. Don't worry. It's just to show you how it's done." I say, addressing her concerns.

  She opens her mouth silently saying 'ah' and then very slowly, swings her bde, aiming at my stomach.

  The speed of her attack is ridiculous, but I py along, swiftly maneuvering my weapon to meet hers. As our swords csh, I twist my wrist and sidestep, angling the tip of my sword to push hers down before executing a thrust toward her chest with devastating intent—well, if it were a real strike. However, it merely causes her to gasp in surprise and stagger back a couple of steps.

  "See? I parry and strike in one is no defense against this if executed well."

  "Got it," she nods, readjusting into position.

  "Go again." I order.

  My blonde-haired apprentice swings her weapon slightly faster this time, initiating with a vertical ssh from below. Following my instincts, I take a fast step forward, using my shield to block her sword before she could even finish the attack and then pressing it against her body, virtually disarming her. Not giving her even a second to think I start pushing her back and finish by nding another jab at her chest with my dummy sword.

  We break apart and return to our starting positions.

  Jeanne grunts in frustration, looking down at her chest-pte that has been hit twice, furrowing her brow.

  "Got it? Good. Now is your turn. I will go very slow and you try to parry and attack." I instruct.

  She gnces at her weapons, then at me, before nodding.

  Taking that as a cue, I move, attempting to circle around her. However, she quickly mirrors my movements, keeping a conservative distance away from my range.

  Shifting my weight onto one foot, I unch an attack from above, moving at the slow speed I promised. Yet, the clumsy girl only manages to block my sword and only block because she fails in her attempt to parry by doing nothing.

  I take one long step back and try again.

  Yet, much to my displeasure, she repeats the same mistake of blocking my attack. That is, until her poor attempt to stab my side, entirely missing the point of what I'm trying to teach her.

  Swiftly using my shield to deflect her next move, I drop down, executing a sweeping kick aimed at her legs. Completely catching her off guard, causing her to lose her footing and fall, nding unceremoniously on her ass.

  "Ah!" She shoots me a gre, rubbing her butt.

  "Try to parry. It doesn't matter if you fail, but at least try." I say, extending a helping hand, which she accepts and gets back into her feet.

  Waiting for a bit, I go once more, with a direct swing from the side. She responds by meeting my attack with her shield but rather than block; she bashes it, causing my sword to bounce and exposing my chest, and much to my pride she doesn't give me time to recover and nd a perfect hit on my chest.

  The tip of her dummy sword bouncing off against my aura as expected.

  "Not bad, not bad at all," I commend her efforts.

  She straightens up, wiping the sweat off her brow with her right hand and smirking in victory before assuming her stance once more, her expression now brimming with a newfound confidence in her abilities.Precisely what I want from her.

  I, too, return to my position and opt for a low attack aimed at her legs this time, maintaining the slow pace. She springs into action, charging towards me, her shield cshing against mine. The closeness makes it impossible for my attack to reach her, but it also hampers her ability to counter-attack in this awkward position.

  However, as she takes too long to act, I manage to sneak my foot around hers and kick, disrupting her bance.

  However, instead of falling backward like before, she stumbles forward.

  "WHOA!"

  "SHI-!"

  Jeanne d'Arc trips over my body, dragging me down with her as we tumble to the ground. The fall nds heavily on me, her weight adding more force to the fall, causing a sharp gasp to escape me as I feel her full weight crashing down on me. Thankfully, my aura absorbs most of it, but damn, it still hurts.

  And… Is she wearing perfume?

  "I…" I pause, taking in a deep breath. "I like your initiative but, let's stick with simple stuff, okay?" I manage a forced smile amid the pain.

  Well, at least it isn't as bad as when Nora smashed my ribs. Now THAT was fucking painful.

  Slowly pushing herself up, Jeanne blinks a couple of times, finding herself rather close to me, mind you, as a sheepish smile tugs at her lips. "Sorry about that."

  With her apology given, she finally gets up, giving me space to sit and rub my chest to ease the pain. Surprisingly, a yawn escapes me.

  Jeanne does the same, hurriedly covering her mouth and turning her head away.

  "Can we take a break? I think my hand is hurting again," she asks, rubbing her sore wrist.

  "Sure." I agree, partly to diffuse that awkward moment between us, a sentiment we both seem to share.

  Jeanne quickly brightens up, fshing a grin as she stands. "Great!"

  The blonde girl walks toward her backpack, not too far from us, and starts rummaging through it, eventually pulling out two big paper bags with her workpce logo stamped on each one of them and two small bottles of Dr. Pipper.

  "Thought you might be hungry," Jeanne shouts as comes back and hands me one of the paper bags and a bottle.

  "For… me?" I stare at the fast meal in my hands, not sure what to feel.

  Just stare at it.

  "Yep! I didn't know we had an employee discount, and it is a really good one at that!" she happily excims, settling back on the grass and tearing open the sticker seal, releasing the mouthwatering aroma everywhere.Causing my stomach to grumble loud and prompting a giggle from her.

  But that doesn't change much in me. I just look at it because I just didn't expect this. "You didn't need to…"

  I have plenty of food in my inventory. She didn't need to buy me lunch. Especially that she isn't swimming in money and has a debt to pay. And despite all of that, she still bought something for me.Why?

  I mean, Neo has done something nice for me before.

  And Levi too… fuck, why isn't she writing back? How long has it been now?

  Is she mad at me?

  "Ma'iq?"

  Caught in my thoughts, her voice snaps me back to the present.

  I shake my head and hold my head, blinking rapidly. "Yeah?"

  "Are you okay? You haven't touched your food," Jeanne points at my closed bag, her expression shifting to concern, then to sadness. "It's okay if you don't want it. I shoul-"

  "NO!" I blurt out, causing her to flinch. Realizing my mistake, I immediately clear my throat, toning down my voice. "No, it's fine, I'm… thankful? Yeah, thankful for bringing me lunch, really thank you Jeanne." I finish with a smile.

  She responds with a kind smile of her own. "It's the least I could do for helping me train all this time."

  Jeanne then takes out the meal out of the bag, pcing the fries on her legs and unwraps her burger. As she takes a bite, her eyes light up, clearly enjoying the taste.

  I do the same and for some reason, I close my eyes as I take a bite of my burger. Only to perk up at how fucking good this taste, way better that I remember the st time I ate this.

  Taking another, rger bite, I stuff some fries in my mouth, savoring the very tasty food before swallowing. As I open my eyes, I notice my apprentice giggling with her mouth full.

  Raising an eyebrow, I tilt my head in confusion.

  She swallows, bursting into full-blown ughter, pointing below me.

  Following her direction, I found my tail….

  My wagging tail.

  "STOP IT ALREADY!"

  I offered Jeanne a ride on my bike across the commercial district. A quick p, to enjoy the view. We breezed through the lively streets and pulled up at a café.

  Over there, we grabbed some cold drinks that were called frappes. Weird name, if you ask me.

  As we stepped outside, I stashed my bike directly into my inventory; her hotel was just a couple of blocks away, an easy stroll from here.

  "I didn't know you had a bike," Jeanne remarks, taking a sip from her straw.

  "It's a recent thing, actually." I reply, casually swirling my drink with the straw before taking a long sip from my chocote frappe. Really cold but also very tasty and sweet.

  "Still, it must be cool to ride it around."

  "In a way, yes, but hey no more taxi rides. They are quite expensive. The cost was adding up pretty fast."

  Taxi to the Industrial district, then to the Commercial district, and then to Residential district, too many rides per day. I mean, I had the option to use public transportation but I could afford taxis, and they were faster than taking a bus and the train has a very limited range.

  "But you have aura, couldn't you… "She makes a gesture with her hand. "Just run and jump anywhere?"

  What?

  I stop in my tracks and look at her incredulously. "Jeanne, would you really run to all your destinations?"

  She pauses, a perplexed expression crossing her features. "Huh? No way! That'd be a total nightmare. I'd probably colpse before I even got there."

  "My point exactly. It's the same principle. Using a vehicle is way better than relying solely on your aura. Unless, of course, I had some kind of speed sembnce or teleportation."

  "Oh... I hadn't really thought about it like that." She scratches her chin, reflecting over my short expnation.

  "You'll get it once you unlock..." I stop myself, practically biting my tongue as the realization of what I was about to reveal hits me like a ton of bricks.

  Jeanne d'Arc averts her gaze, visibly affected by the unspoken implications.

  I scratch my chin, squinting up at the sky, thinking about a possible solution to this not so little problem, albeit with just a vague, blurry concept I have in mind.

  But I guess there is nothing to lose by trying.

  Quickly scanning our surroundings just to check that there is nobody watching, I seize Jeanne's hand before she could voice any objections, and take her towards a more secluded spot. Luckily for us, there is an alley not very far from us here.

  Turning to our left, we enter the alley, its bad smell assaulting our senses with a heavy cloud of dust. The murky ambiance served my purpose quite perfectly.

  "Ummm, Ma'iq?" My blonde-haired apprentice's voice breaks through my thoughts, prompting me to turn.

  A faint blush tints her cheeks, making me follow her gaze downward, only to realize I am still tightly holding her hand hostage.

  "Ooops, sorry 'bout that." I immediately release her hand.

  "It's fine. So, why bring me here?" She gestured around our cramped, dimly lit surroundings, her nose scrunching in disgust at the foul odor permeating the air.

  "To try to help you with your aura problem." I admit.

  Her head snaps up, eyes widening with sheer excitement. She is practically bouncing in pce, causing her drink to tumble from her hand, though she hardly seems to notice. "Seriously?!"

  I raise both hands in surrender, hoping to calm her down. "Just for your information, I have never done this before. I will try something and I really hope it won't do anything bad to any of us."

  That calms her down, clearly the potential danger she will be facing, which has her look down with a frown. But as she looked back up at me, with only determination in her. "I will do it."

  I never expected anything different from her.

  "Now close your eyes."

  She follows my instructions.

  So, doing some memory, Bke touched me with one hand and used her aura to get some sort of light or something weird in me, so I should do the same as her. But first, I will send my drink to my inventory, as I might need both hands to try to awaken Jeanne's aura.

  With both hands now avaible, I take a step closer and tenderly cup her right cheek, followed by her left.

  Attempting to channel a portion of my own aura into her, I put all my concentration into the task, but to my surprise, I sense nothing, making my tongue click.

  Maybe more contact?

  I leaned in, gently pressing my forehead against hers, being so close I can hear her breathing. With this added point of contact, I close my eyes and focus again, utilizing my aura as a beacon, hoping to guide her in finding whatever she needs to find..

  "Do you feel anything? See a light or something?"

  "It feels warm." She murmurs.

  That's progress.

  "Try reaching for it, grab it, and don't let it go." I say, channeling more of my aura to assist her.

  I, too, can sense that peculiar but familiar warmth, the odd light manifesting.

  And then… and then….

  [Aura drained!]

  [..........]

  [........]

  [.....]

  [...]

  'They all end up here, all the ones like you.'

  'Wait, you still haven't told me your name.'

  "…A fine name. Yes, I think it's quite lovely."?

  "MA'IQ!"

  "Wu what?" I stir. Slowly some light finally enters my vision.

  "Oh, thank god! I was starting to worry!" Something traps me around me, really tight around me.

  I blink many times, each flutter of my eyelids bringing back more of my blurred vision until I meet a pair of concerned yet relieved pair of blue eyes looking at me from above.

  "Jeanne? What happened?" I try to check my surroundings, registering in the same ugly, cramped alley. "And why I am on the floor?"

  Feeling a bit disoriented, I attempt to push myself up, but my body feels too heavy, which she notices and offers her help. Grabbing my arm, she helps me get me into a sitting position.

  "You were trying to help me awaken my aura." She expins. "And I think it was working. I saw a light and tried to reach out for it but then you just colpsed out of nowhere."

  "Did I?" I don't feel any pain at the moment, but I do feel quite tired.

  There is only one way to find out.

  'Status'

  Ma'iq RakhanRace–Feline FaunusAge 17Css: The pugilistLevel–12 (2%)Mentor – Bke BeldonnaApprentice– Jeanne d'ArcHP – 575/580 [50 regen per minute]MP – 231/2120 [350 regen per minute]SP – 1881/2510 [200 regen per minute]STR–41END–44DEX–53INT–40WIS–36CHA–33LCK–10

  ?

  My aura is dangerously low.

  And I do remember that notification telling me my aura was drained before I colpsed.

  So that's how it feels to run out of aura, which is different compared to having my aura break, because that is still painful. My ribs still feel that phantom pain there.

  Either way, I am recovering pretty fast. I should be at a peak condition in an hour.

  "What were you trying to do?" Jeanne's voice pulls me back to the present.

  "I was trying to awaken your aura." I admit and sigh in defeat. "I was trying to imitate my mentor when she awakened mine, but by the looks of it, I failed."

  "I'm sorry"

  "Don't be. I didn't know that awaking aura was this fucking hard, or maybe there was a mistake when injecting my aura. I will never know." I touch my neck, wincing as I finally discover why I lost some health points from the fall.

  "Is okay!" She raises her voice. "At least you tried. We will try harder next time."

  "Yeah, yeah…"

  I don't know why but I don't think there will be a next time.

  Shaking off those pessimistic thoughts, I lean on the wall for support and manage to haul myself back to my feet.

  Casting a final gnce around the alley, I gesture for Jeanne to follow me as we make our way out, heading straight for her hotel.

  Sadly, it was a very silent walk as the mood was soured after that aura awakening failure. Not like I could bme her for feeling down and neither for myself for raising her hopes up.

  After some time and blocks walked, we reached a somewhat nicer block and far calmer than the busier parts, also cleaner since I don't see any trash on the streets, which is already a good sign of the quality of this pce. Standing prominently at the street's end is a tall building nestled in the corner of the block. A fshing sign simply read 'Hotel' with two stars beneath it, cking an original name.

  Compared to the motel she stayed in weeks ago, this hotel is without a shadow of a doubt a significant upgrade. So good for her.

  As we stop walking right at the entrance of the hotel, I take the opportunity to peer through the gss door. My view might be limited, but I can still see a glimpse of a reception area and a sizable wooden structure with compartments behind the counter.

  "Thank you for today." Her voice takes me away from my vague investigation.

  I shrug, offering a faint smile. "No big deal."

  A momentary silence falls between us before she begins fidgeting with her long, blonde hair. "Since you have a bike. Can you... can you take me to the airport this weekend?""The airport?" I tilt my head, her sudden request catching me off guard.

  "Yeah, that's where all Beacon candidates must go. A ship will take us to the Academy." She quickly expins.

  It doesn't come as a surprise, but I guess, time passes really fast. A lot of crazy shit happened that it kinda lost track of time.

  "You can count me in." I tap my chest with a closed fist..

  [Affection with Jeanne d'Arc increased by 6, 21/100]?Let's ignore that dumb thing.

  Jeanne takes the chance to walk up to me, her hands hidden behind her back, and to my surprise, she pnts a gentle kiss on my left cheek. I blink, taken aback, and as she steps back, I find myself staring at her bashful blue eyes, accompanied by a sweet smile.

  "I know."

  Why is my face heating up?!

  This shit should be normal by now!

  And seriously, tail, could you stop betraying me at the most awkward moments?

  But before I can articute a response, Jeanne's expression takes a sudden turn. Her face flushed crimson, and a look of horror repces her previous demeanor.

  "I-I…" She stutters, then abruptly turns on her heels, fleeing into her hotel in a flurry.

  However…

  However, despite all this embarrassment, there is something that quite doesn't add up with me…

  Am I actually smiling like an idiot?

  Bonus Scene: A Minor setback

  -Jeanne d'Arc-

  Hear…?Why was she floating? And did she hear a voice?

  Feel…?And why was she naked?!

  Think…?Wait…Was she having those infamous nightmares?

  Then, abruptly, her world drastically shifted. With a sharp gasp, she plummeted into an endless abyss, her screams echoing into the void.

  "Ahhhh!"

  Her eyes shot wide open just in time to and watched how her face met the wooden floor. Stars danced in her vision, a sharp pang throbbing in her head at first and the rest of her body ached. She groaned, clutching her head, hoping it wouldn't leave a bruise, but it really hurt.

  Time seemed to blur as she y on the floor, the intense pain gradually subsiding. Rolling onto her back, she stared wide-eyed at the bnk spot of her ceiling.

  "What…That was…what was that?" she murmured to herself.

  Her hand slowly reached out for the bed, grasping it for support as she struggled to pull herself up from the floor. Yet, she still felt some pain in her neck, which was incredibly annoying!

  Well, she fell face ft off her bed. It could have been worse. Like a broken nose instance!

  But nightmare or not, today marked her final shift at work! Jeanne d'Arc would soon enroll at Beacon Academy, following in the heroic footsteps of her grandfather.

  She needed to clock in for her final shift today, hand over her uniform to the manager, and collect her severance pay. It wouldn't be much, but extra money never hurt anyone!

  Gncing around her hotel room, she saw her things already packed and ready for departure. She couldn't have been more excited about it. All she needed to do was change into her uniform, head to work, and then talk with Ma'iq…

  Oh, what the hell had happened to her brain to do that?!

  Why the hell had she gone up to him and given him a kiss?!

  In her defense, she had already done it weeks ago when he was kind enough to accompany her back to her motel. It had been a gesture of thanks, nothing more. But this one?

  How would she face him the next time they met?!

  Focus!

  She had to sp herself to snap out of her weird thoughts and return to the matter at hand; going to work, handing over her uniform, and going to the airport. A very simple pn.

  First, she walked toward the night table and unplugged her scroll. It automatically fshed the screen, revealing the time; it was rather early in the morning, giving her plenty of time to get ready and grab a decent breakfast.

  But that idea took a backseat on her to-do list as she noticed the new mail notification on her scroll, furrowing her brows. Nobody would actually send her an email; her sister would send a quick text, but not an email…because who uses mail these days?

  Well, Beacon does...

  Quickly, she unlocked her scroll and tapped on the mail app to check the message.

  Her stomach dropped as she read the title: "Important Notice"

  Her thumb trembled as it hovered above the email before she gulped down her worries and opened it.

  Dear Students,

  I hope this message finds you well. It is with regret that I must inform you of an unforeseen development regarding this year's initiation scheduled to commence shortly. Due to circumstances beyond our control, the initiation process will be postponed by two weeks.

  We understand the significance of this event and recognize the inconvenience it may cause. Please know that this decision was not made lightly, but it was necessary to ensure the safety and optimal preparation of all our aspiring students.

  For those of you who have made arrangements for accommodations or have any concerns stemming from this alteration, our team at Beacon Academy is here to assist you. Please do not hesitate to contact us at your earliest convenience so that we may provide support and solutions to mitigate any inconvenience caused by these unforeseen changes.

  We apologize for any disruption this dey may cause in your pns and appreciate your understanding and flexibility in this matter. Your resilience and adaptability in the face of such circumstances speak volumes about your readiness to embark on this noble path of becoming Huntsmen and Huntresses.

  Thank you for your patience and understanding. We look forward to welcoming you to the revised initiation process with renewed enthusiasm and readiness.

  Sincerely,Professor OzpinHeadmaster, Beacon Academy

  "Oh, fuuuuuck…"