2 A mess

Drew exited the Airship and stretched his limbs, unknown to the people around him. The girl who was clearly younger than the crowd bumped into his back and fell. Her sister questioned what she hit while the victim herself warily observed in front of her. Getting up, she carefully extended her hand and tried to feel what she bumped into. It was like hitting a person.

When she reached the same spot, Drew already moved ahead, leaving the red-themed girl heavily confused until she was distracted by weapons.

[I can already see the rumors now. The ghost of Beacon has begun to terrorize the school! Will someone stops this menace and his or her bumping ways?]

'Ha, ha. Funny.'

[Then mean it you buttwipe. Geez. I try hard to raise your mood and all you do is shoot me down. So ungrateful.]

'Never asked you to.'

[Should parents ask their children if they should care about them?]

'But you're not...I don't even know what you are to me.'

[Everything and more.]

'Are you coming on to me?'

[*Retch* The hell's wrong with you? I am so straight that you can't even see the finish line.]

'What?'

[You know gays and lesbians are not straight?]

'Where are you going with this?'

[Because they're not straight, you assume that they bend. Imagine a line going straight and another line going in a loop like a race track. That's the joke I was making to voice out my point. I only like women.]

'You are not female?'

[Do I sound like a girl to you? Geez. Two months together and you don't even know my gender. Unbelievable.]

'So you're male?'

[Forever and ever.]

'...I'm ending this conversation here before it becomes weirder.'

[Sure. Oh, look! So many hot girls! Look at them! There's a few dozen already here! Oh my father. Is that a catgirl! That's a catgirl! Drew, it's a catgirl!]

'I see her, Onyx. Thought you were into bacon women.'

[Yeah I am but there's something super attractive about catgirls. Especially the mature ones. You think her mom's single?]

'Dude.' Drew froze in his steps and rolled his eyes. 'Wow. I am so done with you that I actually called you dude.

[What?]

'Are you serious?'

[Really? Milf catgirls are not to your liking? Oh, I know what you like. Teachers right? Let's spot some teachers for you.]

'Enough Onyx.'

[I spy with my little eye that doesn't exist that a super smoking sexy blond teacher just entered the Auditorium.]

'Where?' Drew's eyes widened before staring at the floor.

[So? You were saying?]

'I apologize for judging you.'

[Thank you. By the way, I was lying.]

'Damn. I guess dreams are not meant to come true.'

[Don't worry. Ask and you shall receive.]

'...'

[Joking by the way. Don't actually do it. ]

'Dear Gods. Please make it happen.'

[It doesn't work like that boss. You can't jus-]

Drew's jaw dropped behind his mask as his eyes targeted and focused on an individual that entered the room.

A woman, just barely middle-aged, walked to the center of the stage. Her stern appearance displayed her strict personality and how she stood radiated confidence and authority. She was attractive in all the right ways and she would make any woman jealous with her figure. Next to her was a man with gray hair, drinking coffee, but he wasn't important.

'No...freaking...way...'

[Quick! Wish for a way home and a bacon woman! Hurry!]

'Home! Please let me go home!'

[You forgot the bacon woman!]

'Not important.'

A second passed. Half a minute passed. A whole minute passed. Nothing changed and both the demi-human and his power were disappointed.

[We must have used all your luck for the year.]

'Yeah. I wish I asked for a million lien.'

[And miss out on meeting a woman that is a hundred percent your type?]

'...you know what? You're right. I would repeat my choices.'

"I will...keep this brief," declared the unimportant man. "You have traveled here today in search of knowledge..."

[Kind of boring.]

'Yeah.'

[Wanna have fun?]

'No.' Drew denied immediately.

Over the two months that they have been together, he genuinely disliked Onyx's definition of fun. It meant that he would have to constantly partake in activities far, far away from his comfort zone.

[Too bad. I am your power and I hold power over you. Get it? Power over you cause-]

'I get it.' Reluctantly sighing, he questioned, 'What do I do this time?'

[I am so glad you asked.]

[Mission: Speech time baby.]

[Your Headmaster and Vice Headmistress are boring me even if the latter is drop-dead gorgeous. One up them and inspire your fellow hunters-in-training.]

[Bonus Objective 1: Scare Ozipin. That's gonna be fun.]

[Bonus Objective 2: Do something unexpected. Entertain me.]

[Bonus Objective 3: Act cool. First impressions matter right?]

[Rewards: Title, Small Exp boost to a skill of your choosing.]

[Bonus Objective 1: Title, Perk System]

[Bonus Objective 2: Title depending on your action]

[Bonus Objective 3: Random Skillbook(Low)]

[Accept (Y/N)]

'I accept,' Drew grumbled, 'unwillingly.'

[Mission Accepted. Good luck User.]

Drew withdrew his blade and shifted his mentality.

[Battle Mode Activated.]

Resulting in the battle boost being applied to his physical attributes. With the enhancements, he leaped to the stage and landed right beside Ozpin. Drew then moved the sharp part of his katana to Ozpin's throat and toggled off his invisibility, effectively cutting the speech short.

The man shifted his eyes down to the blade and then at Drew. He drank his coffee albeit with a barely noticeable frown.

"And who might you be?"

"A future student."

"I see." He fixed his glasses. "What do you hope to achieve by pulling this stunt?"

"An opportunity." Slightly tilting his head in confusion, Drew used this moment to sheath Severance.

"To?"

"Share my experiences."

A quiet confrontation. A battle of wills if you had to describe was taking place and most of the students were whispering among themselves.

Ozpin raised his cup and pointed it to the microphone as he stepped back. Glynda was ready to argue, but a wave of his hand stopped her. "Go ahead."

"Thank you." Standing in front of dozens, possibly hundreds was nerve-wracking. However, this was nothing compared to the chaos that was his world. "We're all killers." He announced to the shock and dismay of the crowd. "I say this because we all have murdered in our lives.

"Some haven't and they are rare exceptions. By the look on your faces, you think I'm talking about people but I'm not. I'm talking about ourselves. To become Hunters and good ones at that, we have to kill our younger selves. The innocence that our child selves possess will only hold back our true potential and others have to pay the price for our hesitation. I am not saying this to bring you down or ruin your spirits. I am telling everyone this because this is the world we live in. We future hunters don't have the same luxury as normal people do. We have a responsibility and it is our job, as individuals with power, to make sure humanity and faunuskind wins in the end. However, never forget. We are the light. We stand for hope. If we can't help the world, then no one can. We have to step up. We must surpass the previous generation. We must be better. We must. And I know we will because I have seen firsthand what people can do when they have the drive.

"I was once a pacifist. I condoned violence. The suffering of others didn't matter to me and it wasn't until I lost the one person who means to me the most did I wake up. By sharing my story, I never intended to garner your pity or sympathy. Its purpose was to let you understand how life has changed me and how the same thing can happen to you. Most nights, I stay up questioning whether I could've saved her if I had trained and gotten strong. Regrets build up and then I enter a state of depression.

The masked teen raised Severance.

"This was the thing that helped me escape that mental state and reminded me of a certain fact every day. If I don't train, people will die and their loved ones will experience what I have gone through. I hope everyone here can make decisions that don't leave them with soul-crushing regret. Thank you for listening." 'Second bonus objective. Hmmm...unexpected?' Drew glanced at his future teacher. 'Hopefully, she won't kill me right away.'

Going up to her, she eyed him with confusion. They unknowingly started a staring contest as neither had any idea as to what was going on. When Drew collected enough mental strength, he tilted his mask, reached out, held Glynda's waist, and pulled her closer.

"What are you-" Her lips were sealed by another.

Operating Hyperspeed, Drew made sure that she couldn't avoid him and that he can be accurate. Due to his practice, he ended up with gentle lip contact.

Glynda froze. She had no idea as to what was happening at the moment. First, a student appears out of nowhere and nearly kills her boss. Then he presented an inspiring speech to which even she felt emotions. Now, the same person was kissing her.

Once her thoughts were settled, her wrath was triggered. Just as she was about to crush him, he backed off and fixed his mask.

"Peach huh? Not a bad taste." Her face became red and she was determined to kill him.

Facing the mindblown group below him, he bowed towards them and turned on his invisibility.

[My man!]

'Shut up.'

[We gotta celebrate boss! Where's the champagne!]

'We will never speak of this again. Let this be what you call a dark memory.'

[Hmph. You know you enjoyed it. But sure, I'll shelve this memory.]

'Thank you.'

[...]

[Remember Dead Island?]

'The videogame?'

[No the place. Of course the videogame.]

He sighed for what felt like the fifth time today. 'Make your point already.'

[When I said champagne, I got flashbacks from your memory of playing the game and hearing that brunette say, "Ooooh champagne" over and over again.]

Drew flinched. 'Oh, God. Please don't remind me. My friends would not stop giving her champagne and she kept going on and on!'

[I'm frustrated too! I lived through that memory! If that was me in your position, I would probably wake your friends with champagne for a week.]

Out of nowhere, Drew stood where he was and frowned. 'Stop it.'

[Me?]

'Yes, you.'

[What am I doing?]

'The word champagne. The letter g is silent. Stop saying cham pag ne.'

[Do you also tell those with lisps to stop having a lisp?]

'Not the same thing. Say it correctly. Follow my lead. Cham pane.'

[Champagne.]

Rubbing his forehead, he muttered, "You are so lucky that you don't have a mute button."

"Who said that!" shouted a terrified boy who was coincidentally the blond barf boy.