Chapter Eight

"So, uh... How do I say this?"

Dantte mumbled while tapping a finger on his chin, eyes narrowed in thought.

I could only raise an eyebrow, the expected reply coming to my mind.

"Got it! This place sucks ass!"

There it is.

I sighed and exhaled smoke, eyeing my lit cigarette that was already halfway done. I had to agree... other than training one team and setting up a few matches, along with that thrice-damned paperwork, I had nothing to do.

Like, seriously, nothing was happening.I could feel the hurricane in my mind whirling around, trying to come up with something.

"Hey, nick, you listening?"

I took a drag and exhaled.

"Yes, yes I am..."

I mumbled, leaning back on the bench as I stared up at the clouds... which were not present. What right does the day have to be this good when my mood was so shitty?

"You wanna help me train CFVY?"

I offered, taking another drag. Today was so damn slow like the day was stretching itself out just to spite me.

"...You know, what... Fine."

He huffed out and stood up. Why did he stand up? I dunno. The training wasn't for like.... another four hours.

"We still have like four hours, the kids have classes, dude."

I eyed him like he was an idiot, which, didn't say much, he was crazy, "Idiot" seemed like a downgrade at this point.

The dumbass deflated and plopped down on the bench again... Yeah, the day was still young... and it still sucked, not like this can get any worse.

My scroll buzzed and I blinked as I took it out. Looking at the number, I rose an eyebrow as the name of my caller was presented to me. Goodwitch, what did that woman want now?

"Sup, bitch?"

I held it up to my ear and answered the call.

[...What did you just call me?]

The voice was chilling, holding just the right amount of righteous female fury. It would have been scary if I couldn't kill her with a punch.

No seriously, I don't understand why all those protagonists let women walk all over them just because they were angry.

"What are you gonna do about it? Throw a fit? The hell you want, I'm busy."

I snapped, scowling. I could see Dantte look over at me with a raised eyebrow, but I ignored that for now.

[... The headmaster is calling you into his office, arrive as soon as you can.]

I hummed and hang up the call, shoving the scroll inside my pocket.

"Dude, you seem pretty angry at the moment, what's the matter?"

I send him a sideway glance and sighed heavily. I had my times of agitation when everything was too stale, when everything went to normalcy I became annoyed. Might not look like it, but I like traveling, seeing new places, and being on the road.

"... I'm on my period."

He snorted, breaking into laughter.

Rolling my eyes, I stood up and walked towards the lamps. Waving a hand over my shoulder, I walked behind one and walked out behind Ozpins chair.

Ah shit... Wrong shortcut.

I looked at the dumbass that let Dantte inside a school when he should have a restriction order instead and then I looked at the dominatrix wanna-be that was glaring at the elevator.

I looked at the elevator with interest, was someone going to come?

"I can't believe you let those two in. Mr. Gaster seems competent enough, even with his unorthodox methods, but Mr. Dantte is plain crazy."

Goodwitch huffed out, getting Ozpins attention. I smiled slightly and looked over at her.

"Be that as it may, the Aura control of the students that actually attend his class has gotten leagues better. Despite having... larger than normal Aura pool, he was excellent control over it."

I quirked an eyebrow at that. "Larger than normal" was a gross understatement, that monster had Opzins and Glyndas aura pools combined... Times eight.

As I said, too broken.

"Indeed, but I must ask... who are we waiting for?"

Glynda jumped at my question, whipping around so fast that she put her riding crop to shame while Ozpin stiffened and slowly turned in his swivel chair.

"Ah... Mr. Gaster, what a pleasant surprise, how did you get here if you don't mind me asking?"

I hummed, smirking at Glynda's glare, restraining a snort.

"I took a shortcut."

I shrugged and walked around the table, standing in front of it. With a wave of my hand, bones materialized from thin air, forming a giant throne of bones behind me as I sat down dramatically, placing one leg over the other.

What? I have a flair for dramatics, sue me!

Ozpin coughed into his hand, sending a weary look toward his assistant, who was learning at me, before pulling up some papers.

"I called you here to discuss potential supervisors for the first year missions."

... Aw, come on!

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So... Team CFVY was assigned Dantte as a supervisor... Those poor bastards.

I was scrolling "DustTube", this world's knock-off of youtube, looking for new songs, when I came across something peculiar.

"I chose violence" was written on a thumbnail of the same three words...

This had Dantte written all over it.

The name of the channel was "Ka1ser77"... Yup, totally Dantte.

With a sigh, I clicked the video and listened to my old worlds music for the first time in twenty years.

[I woke up! I chose Violence! Choke up-]

... Surprisingly, it wasn't a robots voice, this time.