Chapter three

I ended up as a combat class assistant while Dantte ended up as an Aura class assistant.

How that dumbass got that job is a miracle but at least he has a job now.

I was looking at the tablet that displayed the new students inside the Emerald forest that was bordering the Beacon Academy.

So, we had a year before the cannon started. One year to get some teaching experience.

Nice, nice.

Right now, I was looking at the only team I knew would end up together.

On the screen showed two boxes, one with a boy with orange hair and forearm blades and a girl with brown overalls, looking out of place in a forest with how stylish she was.

Currently, she has two submachine guns in hand with drum magazines.

The second box was showing a petite girl with brown hair and bunny ears, no weapon in hand, and a tall and burly boy with green armor scattered around his body along with a giant broad sword that was currently swinging down on a Beowulf, splitting its head open.

I hummed in thought.

"See a group you like, Mister Gaster?"

I simply nodded at Ozpins words but opened up a third window and enlarged it, presenting it to the headmaster.

"So... Mind telling me why this cave has death stalker drawings on it that look a few thousand years old?"

The silver-haired man took a glance at the device before shrugging.

"The cave is considered abandoned, the deathstalker must have been defeated."

Defeated, yeah. Whatever you say, dude.

I flicked open the other two tabs, seeing the two pairs meet and continue on their way toward the temple.

"Ah... Those four, if they end up on the same team, they will make a splendid group."

I just nodded. They were a good team in the show, probably. They should be better with proper guidance.

Closing the tablet, I turned around and walked back towards the Academy.

Taking a drag of my cigarette, I let the smoke leave from my nostrils.

The best part about Aura was that it could heal any damage that the smoke could cause.

It was even proven.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air, my mind went back to cannon. Cinder was a delusional girl throwing a tantrum.

Salem was a bitch that wanted to bring the world down with her and... Yeah, that's about all I remember.

I mean, I know the general outline but I wasn't the one with identic memory and a semblance to fuel that memory further.

Taking out my scroll, I called Dantte.

[Sup, bitch?]

"Dude, you remember the first season right?"

I asked while entering the beacon grounds.

[Of course, I do, the fights were the best in the first season and the trailers.]

I could practically see the exaggerated hand movements from here.

"Yeah, I need you to make a draft of all the important events, I don't really want to accidentally kill the big boss."

I heard a snort from the other end of the line as I entered the building.

[Yeah, sure, I have work to do now "Sans", catch you later.]

He hung up and I sighed, for someone who lived for fights, he was a diligent worker. Probably the only reason he passed school and got into a collage in our old life.

On another note, Beacon was generous with staff, get this, I had a room with a comfy swirling chair and a desk I could rest my legs on, strangely enough, it was called an "Office", but I generously renamed it "The nap room".

"Hello, miss peach."

I greeted as I saw a pink-haired woman walking down the hall.

"Hello, Mister Gaster."

I narrowed my eyes as soon as we passed each other. She was tense around me and Dantte. Me, more so.

She tensed every time we met but she seemed to relax if we had a prolonged conversation.

A semblance, perhaps? But what kind of semblance would make her tense every time we saw each other?

Danger levels? Like the scanners in dragon ball? Was she going to shout out "It's over nine thousand" sometime soon?

Or was it like LV?

Or was it something more instinctual? Like when animals could tell that they were pray.

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I opened the door of my nap room.

I intended to use it to its designated use.

Sitting on my comfy chair I dropped my head on my hand and promptly lost consciousness.

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"-ey! Hey! Wake up, dumbass!"

My eyes snapped open, my body going rigid. A second later, my magic flared, my body memorializing and materializing in a standing position. Two Gaster Blasters materialized next to me and started charging their blasts.

It was then that I spotted the unimpressed look on my friend's face.

With a sigh, I let the Blasters disperse as I shoved my hands inside my pants pockets and rose an eyebrow at him.

"The initiation is over, you could go over you're documents, and prepare for class?"

... Was he serious?

"I work efficiently, meaning I get work done fast and with minimal effort to have more nap time. Unlike you who likes to go into details."

Seriously, who thought of twenty different outcomes of a conversation ins a D&D game?

With a simple merchant, no less? Nobody, that's who.

He just snorted at my response.

"The goal is in the details, my dear watts. What if someone asks you for advice on how to deal with a ranged fighter?"

"Gun."

"What if someone asked you for advice against someone who likes to get up close and personal?-"

"Run."

He signed, sending me a hateful glare.

You get to annoy me all of the time, you bastard, why can't I?

"What if someone has to deal with a person with a teleporting semblance?"

"Become a perpetual motion machine so they can't get close to you?"

I asked and that actually got him thinking, hand on his chin and everything.

A few seconds later, he nodded.

"Good point, but what if they have a high-impact sniper rifle?"

"Duck?"

He threw a book at me.