After the confrontation with Roman, the slimy bastard has finally decided to hire some new hands to work. Over the next couple of days, I've been seeing new faces moving crates and boxes around. So he's been lying all this time about it being difficult to find new people, or he's offered more money. Whatever the reason, it works perfectly for me.

This frees me up from the mind-numbing tasks of moving stuff inside the warehouse, and I'm back to doing deliveries as I originally started out. I'm content with that, especially since I have a bike of my own to drive around now, with no need to rely on overpriced taxis anymore. It's almost like I'm moving up in the world.

And just like that, Friday arrives in the blink of an eye. Time sure flies when you are not completely stressed out.

However, this day turns out to be different from the rest, as I had to make a compromise the day before. I need to pick Jeanne up quite early for her flight. That compromise means starting today's work at an ungodly hour—3:30 AM. Obviously, I didn't get much sleep the day before, which resulted in me staying in the club after finishing my shift to get a short nap instead of going back to the apartment. At least Junior is more understanding, or doesn't care, and let me sleep in the back rooms. Probably the latter.

Whatever the reason, he's a much better boss than Roman. Though not the highest of bars to overcome.

But back to my current job: I'm in the bad parts of the city again. Although it isn't the slums, so that's a good thing—I don't want to step inside that shithole if I can avoid it.

Parking my bike in front of a worn-down building that has seen better days, I get off and walk towards the door. I knock before summoning a couple of unmarked crates filled with chemicals. Probably to produce drugs, but unlike the first delivery, this place looks significantly better, and no junkie is overdosing and foaming on the road.

A single guy opens a hatch and I catch a glimpse of beady black eyes before it promptly closes, and then a thick package of Lien wrapped in newspaper is slid under the door.

I raise an eyebrow at how direct that dude was, which I can appreciate. Straight to business.

Picking up the payment, I store it in my inventory and kick my bike into first gear. Time to move on to a pickup a couple of blocks down the street.

Surprisingly, the stuff I need to pick up is out in the open. Like, just right there with nobody keeping watch or guarding it. It's just sitting there, practically begging to be stolen. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. My job is to pick up and deliver, not ask questions or point out the staggering incompetence of others. So I just drive my bike closer, stop to touch the crate, and watch it de-materialize before hitting the accelerator and leaving the ugly place.

I head to another part of the district and objectively better, which is quick since there's nobody driving. Obviously, it's empty and easier to drive around without actually worrying much about traffic laws or street directions. Taking the quickest route is always the best option. One of the perks of working when everyone is still in bed, I suppose.

I reach another building that's actually much better maintained than the rest. Probably keeping appearances or just wanting to show off, but I don't care much since I get off my bike to go knock on the wooden door. The response comes in seconds as the door opens just enough to give me another package full of Lien, and then I hand over a small box through the same small opening.

With that trade done, the door is slammed shut.

Rude.

Anyway, I need to do one more delivery and I should be done with most of my work for the day. And conveniently enough, after checking my list, my last delivery isn't that far off, just on the other side of the street. I go by foot and enter the apartment complex, trudging up the stairs to reach the second floor. I walk towards door number 203, my footsteps creaking the wooden floor.

I knock three times and wait, my ears twitching slightly as I listen for movement inside.

"Just leave it there," comes from the other side.

Shrugging, I put down the box. Seconds later, a stack of Lien held together by a rubber band slides from under the door. I quickly pick it up and save it in my pocket.

And just like that, I've finished my deliveries for the day. And everyone was direct and didn't try anything funny. Who could have thought that people before dawn behaved much better?

Now I need to go back to the warehouse and drop the crate before I'm completely free. Going down the same stairway, I exit the apartment complex, noticing that the sky has become much brighter but still no sun. I cross the street only to immediately stop as a man... a dirty hobo in rags jumps in front of me with a knife and starts mumbling a jumbled mess of incoherent words.

And he smells like he hasn't taken a bath in months.

I merely roll my eyes. I was starting to think this would go without a hitch. Taking a single step forward is enough to provoke this jackass to attack me, as his armed hand lunges forward. I easily catch his wrist and twist his arm before kicking him in the stomach and letting him fall, disarming him in the process. He groans as he curls into a fetal position, but he pretty much asked for it. Although it has been a long while since someone tried to rob me.

"Next time, I will break your arm." I mutter, walking past his body before tossing his rusty knife away. I get onto my bike and ignite the engine before driving off towards the industrial district.

The sun is already peeking over the horizon when I arrive at the warehouse, so I still have time. Heading inside, I approach Roman's desk, which has somewhat improved as it isn't a chaotic mess like days ago, but still looks a mess. Although, I didn't expect the man himself to be up at this hour already working. That's the surprise for me.

But I don't put much thought into it and simply bring out the large crate, placing it in front of his desk with a loud tap to get his attention. No need for pleasantries.

Roman's head snaps up, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, if it isn't our favorite delivery cat. I see you've brought me a present."

He gets up from his chair, sauntering over as I step back to let him inspect the merchandise. He uses his cane to forcefully open the crate, revealing a lot of robotics and cybernetic parts inside.

"Ah, more Atlesian toys," he muses, picking up a deformed head before dropping it back with the rest. "Those pompous bastards just can't seem to keep track of their little dolls, can they?"

"Are they valuable?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Roman's grin widens, a predatory look in his eyes. "Oh, kitten, you have no idea. There's been quite the... appetite for these trinkets lately. Even with that fire-happy bitch torching my original plans, I've kept my ear to the ground. This is a new market, and it's drawing all sorts of fine and ugly folks into the scene."

He grabs another part, which resembles my drone a lot. "It's almost funny. Those Atlesian haven't been doing much, despite all the lovely tip-offs I've been dropping here and there. You'd think they'd be all over this, busting these troublesome idiots left and right. But no, it's been quiet. Too quiet."

His expression darkens. "It makes you wonder, doesn't it? Who's actually buying this scrap? Who's willing to risk so much for a bunch of broken toys?"

I frown, trying to think of something, but my mind is completely blank on the subject. Not that I'd share it with him if I knew anything.

"Whatever, not my job to know." I roll my eyes, feigning disinterest. If I still have curiosity about this — and I do — I can ask Junior. Maybe he knows a thing or two.

Roman chuckles, "That's right, kitty cat. Best to keep those whiskers clean. Curiosity killed the cat, after all." He pauses, his grin turning cruel. "But then again, satisfaction brought it back. So who knows? Maybe you'll stumble into something interesting."

Roman dismisses me with a lazy flick of his wrist, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. "Now run along, unless you want to prove how dedicated a worker you are and pull more hours. I'm sure I could find something for you."

"Pass," I growl, my ears flattening against my skull. I turn on my heel and leave.

The warehouse door creaks open, and I'm immediately assaulted by the morning sun. I squint, raising a hand to shield my eyes for a moment as my eyes adjust. Fishing out my scroll, I check the time - 6:01 AM. Still got a bit before I need to pick up Jeanne from her hotel.

A nap sounds tempting right now. But knowing my luck, I'd sleep through any alarm and leave Jeanne hanging. I don't want to ruin her day like that.

Then an idea hits me. I slip back into the warehouse, ignoring Roman's questioning look and scale a nearby shipping container. Once on top, I make myself comfortable and stretch my legs a bit.

From my inventory, I produce a ball of soft red yarn and a pair of long needles. Since I have some time to spare, I've decided to use it to level up my Weaver job.

I start with a simple red scarf, my fingers working the needles and doing fast loops. The final product looks pretty nice if not comfy, so I send it to my inventory, and probably forget about its existence.

Next up, I decided to knit a beanie hat in a darker shade of green. It is slightly more complex than the scarf but other than that it doesn't take any longer than that.

However, when I finish the beanie, I soon come to realize I haven't gained a level from knitting those two things. Maybe they were too simple. I stroke my chin, pondering what to create next. More of those comically angry birds? They are oddly cute but also quite simple to do.

Then it hits me - I probably won't see Jeanne for a while. Why not make her something? A plush version of her could work. After all, Neo loved hers after all. Plus, it's definitely more complex than a scarf or a hat.

I lay out an array of colors, closing my eyes to visualize the finished product. Blonde yarn for her long single braided hair, blue for those earnest eyes of hers, white and gold for her armor... yeah, I can see it.

I start with the base body, using a soft white yarn to create the torso and limbs. It's a process that requires attention to maintain the right shape and proportions. Counting stitches and occasionally unraveling sections that don't quite look right.

Next comes the head, which I shape to capture Jeanne's round, youthful face. I use a pink yarn that has a flesh-toned look, carefully increasing and decreasing stitches to form the contours. But I end up redoing it twice before I'm satisfied.

The hair is the part that becomes rather complicated. I picked a golden yellow yarn that looks similar to her hair. Knitting the braid is what takes the time before I decide to separate the yarn into three strands, plaiting them together as I attach the braid to the head until I get a long, sweeping braid that curves over one shoulder.

For her armor, I alternate between white and gold yarn, trying to mimic the patterns designs of her breastplate from memory. But it is taking shape, that's for sure.

The face is the easy part, as I just put two blue circles in the eyes.

As a final touch, I craft a tiny version of her weapons. It's more suggestion than detail at this scale, but the white and gold yarn comes together to form a recognizable sword and shield strapped on the back.

Holding up the finished plush, I can't help but feel a surge of pride. It's not perfect–one eye is slightly bigger than the other, and the armor looks a little like a jacket–but it's unmistakably her.

Another level up. Nice, but still a long way from that job breakthrough. Maybe I should try my hand on those big, baggy clothes next? Or better yet, invest in a new knitting book. Something with more advanced techniques that doesn't read like it was for children.

Just as my thoughts begin to wander, a pair of hands suddenly cover my eyes. My ears perk up instinctively, and a knowing smirk plays across my lips.

"Hey Neo."

It's a surprise to find her awake; she usually sleeps until mid-morning.

I quickly stash the plush I was holding into my inventory before attempting to pry her hands off my eyes. As I turn to face her, I'm greeted not by Neo herself, but by a plush replica of her.

"Huh, mini-you," I muse aloud. Neo pushes the toy closer, playfully poking my cheek with it. I take it from her hands for a closer look, and my initial amusement quickly turns to a frown. "Wait, a second..."

The longer I examine it, the more flaws I notice. The symmetry is off, the head misshapen, and the white jacket looks... wrong. Each imperfection grates on my nerves, and I make a snap decision. "This needs fixing."

Fortunately, I have most of the necessary colors at hand. Without hesitation, I begin undoing loops and stitches, determined to improve the plush.

Time seems to blur as I work, meticulously addressing each flaw. From major issues to the tiniest details, I pour my focus into the task. I lose track of how long I've been at it, but I persist until the plush meets my exacting standards.

Finally satisfied, I nod to myself and turn to hand the improved toy back to Neo. "Here, good as new. Take care of her, will you?"

Neo snatches it from my grasp, hugging it tightly to her chest. In the blink of an eye, she vanishes, as if she was never there to begin with.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, unable to suppress a faint smile. Reaching for my scroll to check the time, I'm interrupted by a message notification.

'Thanks!'

'ur welcome,'

Dismissing the chat, I check the clock: 7:47 AM. A jolt of urgency runs through me. I need to leave now; my sense of timing is off, and I'll likely be a few minutes late, but it shouldn't be too much of an issue.

With a quick roll of my neck to loosen up, I leap off the container and stride purposefully towards the exit. I summon my bike as I walk, not wanting to waste a single second. The moment I cross the threshold, I'm on the bike, igniting the engine and accelerating towards the Commercial District, where Jeanne's hotel awaits.

However, since it is already past 7, I soon stumble in the rush hour and I'm suddenly trapped in a sea of cargo trucks, and cars abusing their horns. Taking a page from Neo's book of ideas, I veer off onto the pavement since there are no people walking. I'm pretty sure t's not exactly legal, and I hear a woman shouting at me when I pass her car, but I won't waste my time waiting until the whole place unclogs.

I drive through the streets and sections of the district, dodging jams until I hit the highway. The wind whips past as I crank up the speed, my ears flattening against my skull and realize that they are freezing, making them very uncomfortable. I should invest in some gear or something to avoid that next time… wasn't I given a helmet when I bought this bike?

Shit, I completely forgot about that.

I will use it next time, as I simply cannot summon it and try to put it on while driving at high speeds.

The Commercial District exit looms ahead, and I ease off the throttle so I can easily make the turn and go down, entering the district streets.

It's oddly quiet for being the busiest and most lively district, but I guess that because of the morning hour, give it a couple more hours, and this place will be packed with people. For now, though, it works in my favor and I take the first left and keep driving.

I spot the hotel and pull up to the entrance, killing the engine. The lobby greets me with a wave of slightly stale air as I step inside. It's all worn carpeting and faded wallpaper, with a few potted plants trying way too hard to liven up the place. But I'll give them this - those couches look decently comfy, even if they've seen better days.

And there's Jeanne, sticking out like a sore thumb in her full battle gear. She's seated on the edge of a couch, weapons at her sides, fiddling with her fingers, looking rather nervous. A bulging backpack and a hand carrier sit at her feet, which must be her belongings.

Her head snaps up as I approach, and she practically leaps to her feet, almost tripping over her own sword. "Ma'iq! You're here! I was starting to worry!"

I raise an eyebrow. "Was there ever any doubt? So, when's this flight of yours?"

"It's at noon!" she beams, then her face falls slightly. "So... we've got plenty of time?"

I quickly check my scroll. It's 8:13 AM, and let out a long-suffering sigh. "Noon? Jeanne, that's four hours from now…"

The color drains from her face, replaced by a furious blush. "Oh... oh no. I, uh... I guess I panicked a bit about being late and..." She trails off, looking down.

This girl, I swear.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, my ears twitching in annoyance. "Next time, just double-check with me, alright? I can work around most things, but I need to know what I'm working with. Preferably before I drag myself out of bed earlier than normal."

I better keep to myself that I started this day at 3 AM, or she would feel even worse about that mistake.

She nods, looking thoroughly chastised. "Right, of course. I'm really sorry, Ma'iq. I didn't mean to waste your time or-"

I wave off her apology, softening slightly. "What's done is done. No use crying over it now. We can come up with something else to pass the time, probably."

Her face suddenly lights up as her lips curl into a smile. "Oh! I know! We could hit up the arcade! You know, to kill some time?"

"Arcade?" I echo, my ears perking up in curiosity.

She grins, bouncing on her heels like an excited kid. "Yeah! It's this amazing place where you play all sorts of games. You win tickets, and if you get enough, you can trade them in for prizes! I used to go all the time back home with my sisters. Come on, it'll be fun!"

I don't really remember anything about an arcade or what she just explained, or ever going to one. But thinking about it, she makes it sound like it will be a lot of fun and we have some time, so of course it would be great to pass the time while having fun, a win-win situation. "I guess I don't see an issue with it, okay sure let's go along with your idea. Just tell me where to go."

"Yes!" She pumps her fist into the air, almost knocking over a nearby vase. "It's in the west of this district. I'll navigate, you drive!"

I nod, smirking. "Ah, got it. Just let me..." I trail off as I walk towards her luggage and touch them both, watching them dematerialize into my inventory.

"That semblance of yours is really convenient," she comments, eyes wide.

I shrug, trying not to look too pleased. "Yeah, it has its perks. Like this." I summon two chocolate bars in my hand, reveling in her amazed gasp before tossing her one.

"Oh, thanks!" She catches the candy bar with surprising dexterity. We both unwrap our chocolates, savoring the first bite.

It isn't a big one, so we finish it in three more bites. A nice but humble treat.

Jeanne licks her lips before walking over to the couch and picking up her weapons, strapping them over her back and then gives me a nod.

I snort, leading the way outside.

I'm the first to hop onto the bike, my tail swishing impatiently as I wait for my overeager apprentice to find her seat. When she finally takes a seat behind me, she wraps her arms around my waist, grip a little too tight. Albeit, just as I'm about to ignite the engine, I remember about my ears freezing when driving fast. After a moment's hesitation, I shrug it off. We won't be going at breakneck speeds, so it shouldn't be an issue.

With a flick of my wrist, the engine roars to life once more, and we set off towards this 'arcade' place. Jeanne's excited voice pipes up now and then, guiding me through the streets. For once, I resist the urge to weave through traffic or mount the sidewalk. I've been on the receiving end of reckless driving before, and I'm not about to subject Jeanne to that particular brand of terror.

As we hit a large avenue, the crowds thicken. People bustle about, arms laden with shopping bags, the air thick with chatter and the scent of street food. But I managed to wedge the bike into a tight space between a lamppost and a fire hydrant. Although I soon realized that it was a pointless endeavor as I can just store my bike once we dismount.

Jeanne practically leaps off the bike, her armor clanking as she lands. I follow more calmly, storing the bike in my inventory with a casual touch.

"Come on! It should be around here!" Jeanne's already charging ahead, weaving through the crowd. I roll my eyes, quickening my pace to keep up. Her enthusiasm is infectious. I'll give her that.

Two blocks later, we're standing in front of a building that looks like it's been created to resemble a rainbow, as it has many saturated colors. 'Arcade Aura' blazes across the top in neon letters.

"Welcome to the Arcade Aura!" Jeanne announces, arms spread wide like she's presenting her own personal kingdom.

Well, I won't know what it's like or give my thoughts if I don't enter the place to judge by myself.

The assault on my senses is immediate. Loud, peppy music battles with a cacophony of electronic beeps, boops, and explosions. Lights flash in every color imaginable, reflecting off rows of gleaming machines. The air is thick with the smell of popcorn and something electrical. It's chaos, but actual organized chaos, unlike Roman's.

A pair of kids dash past, trailing tickets behind them like party streamers. Their laughter mingles with the mechanical symphony around us.

Before I can fully process it all, Jeanne's got me by the hand, practically dragging me towards a counter. The worker behind it greets us with a grin that's just a touch too wide to be genuine. She rattles off prices and conversion rates, most of which goes over my head.

I considered my options, but I've been given a lot of Lien recently and Jeanne is too excited, wanting to spend plenty of time here. What the hell, might as well go all-in.

"Give me the biggest amount."

The worker's eyes widen slightly. Guess she never saw anybody do that before. But she does as told and shows me the scanner where I pass my scroll to make the quick payment.

Only then does she hand me over a new plastic card with the name on big colorful letters and a controller symbol.

Dunno if we will use all of these tokens, but I am quite sure we have more than enough tokens to try out all the games in this arcade at least once.

We head to the nearest game, a long machine with a hoop at the end and a cluster of rough balls. The image instructions are clear enough - aim and shoot the balls into the hoop to score points. There are two machines side by side, perfect for a face-off.

I approach, scanning the card on each machine. They spring to life with a cacophony of alarms and flashing lights, a 10-second countdown blaring on the screens.

"Best score wins!" Jeanne announces, taking her position. I mirror her, eyes fixed on the counter.

Suddenly, a blindingly bright image flashes across my vision. The machine transforms, turning golden and covered in flashy lights. The rough balls morph into cartoonish fire monsters. I blink hard, shaking my head, and the illusion dissipates.

Weird. But won't let that stop me now.

As my head clears, a confident smirk tugs at my lips

"Oh, you are on."

The countdown hits zero, and balls cascade down. We've got 45 seconds on the clock.

I snatch up a ball and let it fly. It doesn't even graze the hoop, drawing a frown from me. A glance at Jeanne shows she's already scored and is lining up her second shot, so I adjust my stance and grab another ball, focusing really hard.

This time, it's a clean shot through the hoop. The satisfying swish of the net fuels my determination. I quickly follow up with another and soon finding my rhythm.

"Not bad for a newbie." Jeanne taunts, sinking another shot.

I roll my eyes.

We fall into a frenzied pace, snatching and shooting as fast as we can. Most of my shots find their mark, but a few bounces traitorously off the rim.

Halfway through, I'm falling behind by two points, making me frown for a moment and a very risky idea crosses my mind and I pick all three balls for a rapid-fire three shots in quick succession, and all of them scoring.

"How's that for a newbie?" I smirk, noticing Jeanne's surprised expression.

She narrows her eyes. "Lucky streak. Watch this!"

Jeanne pulls off an impressive behind-the-back throw that swooshes through the net. Not to be outdone, I grab two balls at once, juggling them briefly before sinking both shots one after the other.

The timer ticks down its final ten seconds.

"Five seconds left!" Jeanne shouts, as she increases the speed of her shots.

And we each make one last desperate throw as the alarm blares. Both balls sail through their respective hoops just as time expires. For a moment, we're both fully focused on the score screen.

Red numbers flash our scores: 24-22. And a different alarm goes off.

"Damn, so close." Jeanne clicks her tongue, but there's a glint of admiration in her eyes. "Sure you never went to an arcade before?"

I chuckle and shake my head, my attention drawn to the stream of tickets pouring out of a slot. Jeanne gathers them up, bundling them together.

"Wanna play another round?" She grins, that competitive fire still burning bright in her eyes.

I return her grin with one of my own and I roll my neck as a taunting warm up.

"Sure, why not?"

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We've burned through all our tokens, and a good chunk of time has flown by. Before leaving, I cash in our hard-earned tickets for a prize. Not the top reward, but not too shabby either - a pair of big, colorful headphones. I've been looking for a pair after all.

It's only when I step outside that I discover the tiny little problem. A very familiar, infuriating problem.

"You've got to be kidding me! Are all headphones in this city made by the same damned brand?!"

The box bears that cursed disclaimer - not made for special Faunus. It's complete and utter bullshit! I picked these stupid headphones because I didn't see the stupid disclaimer, and the worker didn't even bother to warn me about that glaring fucking detail.

I should've gone for the tabletop game instead. Maybe I would've learned how to play it, or perhaps the mini popcorn machine. Those popping noises were oddly satisfying.

"What's wrong?" Jeanne asks, peering at the box in my hands. "Can I see them?"

I sigh, tossing her the box. She examines it; her face falling as she spots the disclaimer. "Oh... that's not fair at all."

"Tell me about it," I grumble. "I'll never find a decent pair of headphones at this rate. And earbuds feel really fucking uncomfortable." My ears droop even lower.

Why did I have to be born this way?

Suddenly, Jeanne reaches out, her fingers brushing against my hair near where human ears would be. The unexpected touch sends me jumping back.

"OI! What gives?" I snap.

"S-sorry!" Jeanne stammers, her face flushing red. "I just... I've never seen that before. I got really curious how it would feel and look."

I roll my eyes, but my stance relaxes a bit. "Next time, just ask, alright? Even other Faunus get curious about this particular trait sometimes. Personally, I think having four ears would be weirder than two. Like how does it feel to hear from for places instead of two?"

"So... how does it work?" Jeanne asks, her curiosity clearly getting the better of her. "Can you hear better or worse?"

I shrug. "Honestly? No clue. Never bothered to compare or test it out. And they work perfectly, so I didn't see any issue with them, just weird thoughts."

That draws a laugh from Jeanne. She tries to return the box, but I shake my head, pushing it back towards her. "Keep 'em. They're useless to me, anyway."

"Are you sure?" She hesitates, but my nod reassures her before opening the box and slipping the headphones around her neck. "Thanks, Ma'iq. That's really nice of you."

"Well, time to go." I pull out my scroll, the clock reading 10:43 AM. "We should hit the airport by eleven, maybe a bit later. That'll give you plenty of time to catch your flight." I pocket the device and head towards the road, extending my hand to summon my bike. It quickly materializes before us, and I mount up, Jeanne following suit and hugging my waist, but this time she isn't gripping tightly.

And we're off, the wind whipping past us as we make our way to the airport and avoiding traffic jams that have already formed.

It's not far from the commercial district, maybe a fifteen-minute ride, I assume. As we approach the place, I spot a flurry of activity - cars and buses dropping off and picking up passengers, people lugging their baggage or pushing overloaded carts.

I obviously avoid them and then pull up close to the main entrance, cutting the engine. As we dismount, I retrieve Jeanne's luggage from my inventory and put them on the floor. She quickly shoulders her backpack and grabs the hand carrier, flashing me a grateful smile before heading inside.

So this is an airport. Huh.

I find myself rooted to the spot just inside the entrance, my ears twitching as they try to process the myriad of noises assaulting them.

The ceiling soars high above, a vast expanse of white interrupted by long, fluorescent lights that cast a pleasant glow over everything. Massive windows line one side of the terminal, offering glimpses of the big airships docked, both dropping and taking in new passengers.

People rush by in all directions. Families dragging overloaded luggage carts, businessmen in crisp suits clutching briefcases. My nose twitches, picking up an unmistakable scent of food, taking my attention away to see crowded cafeterias.

Announcements blare overhead, a disembodied voice rattling off flight numbers and gate changes.

My eyes are drawn to the rows of check-in counters, each topped with a glowing sign displaying airline names I've never heard of.

Maybe that's where Jeanne should go then.

"Over there." Jeanne's voice snaps me back to reality. She's pointing at a specific counter where a line of young people, or more like hunters-in-training, has formed. I can tell they are hunters-in-training because of their mecha-shift weapons, and all of them are far more elaborate than Jeanne's simple sword and shield.

The blonde quickly joins the queue, leaving me standing awkwardly to the side. There's no real reason for me to go with her, is there?

My promise is fulfilled - I got her here safely. I could just say my goodbyes and head out...

But something doesn't sit right about that. It feels... wrong, somehow, to just abandon her here. Even if I don't think it would be abandonment.

I let out a heavy sigh and made my way to the nearest empty seat. Might as well get comfortable. Looks like I'll be here a while. As I lean back, staring at the high ceiling, with an empty mind. Not like I have anything pressing for the next couple of hours, anyway.

My face contorts into a deep frown as I remember that damned shard from Patch. The one that nearly fried my brain before claiming it was 'improving my system'. What a load of-

Wait. Maybe it actually did upgrade something?

I straighten my back, ears perking up with renewed interest, as I pull out my scroll. My fingers click against the screen as I navigate to the special store app. But as I tap to enter, my hopes drop hard. Because there is nothing new there. Just the same old list of products staring back at me.

Typical. I click my tongue in annoyance, but end up buying another six-pack of Pepsi, anyway. Might as well get something nice and tasty.

On a whim, I switch to the library app. And there it is - a glimmer of something different. New books, their titles highlighted in golden letters. So the stupid shard did do something after all.

One title catches my eye: 'The Wanderer's Table: Dishes from Every Corner'. Sounds fancy. And expensive - 20,000 Lien expensive. But hey, like I mentioned before, I have plenty of money to burn at the moment.

I confirm the purchase, and then I open the book. Only to find that it's a cookbook. Five hundred recipes worth of cookbooks. For that price, it better teach something ultra-delicious, mega-amazing and filler because there isn't a refund option.

Scrolling through, I land on "Tempura Platter." Looks simple enough. I've got most of the ingredients, just need to catch some prawn and squid. Shouldn't be too hard.

Another random selection: "Gateau Au Chocolat." I roll my eyes. It's a chocolate cake. Why not just call it that instead of dressing it up in fancy weird language?

At the very end, I find a dish called, "Connoisseur's Crab Cakes." Pretentious names aside. It looks very complex. Challenging. AND delicious. A smirk tugs at my lips as an idea forms. Why not try to cook every single dish in this book? It'll be a hell of a challenge, but I've got all the time to achieve this goal.

And probably make another breakthrough in my Culinarian job. Yeah, why not? It might even be fun.

I close the cooking book and open the digital bookstore again, browsing through the highlighted options. None of them really catch my eye; the names are plain and boring, just short stories or novels. Not what I'm looking for.

I'm about to swipe the whole thing away when a familiar title catches my eye, making my tail go rigid.

Training Manual I: Doylak Signet

Price tag: 75,000 lien. A fortune to most, but barely a dent in my newfound wealth. Funny how having money changes your perspective on things.

It's eerily similar to that manual I've unlocked back in Mountain Glenn, impossible to forget how it made me feel my eyes were on fire. Although, the memory of that hellhole sends an involuntary shiver down my spine as I vividly remember the monstrous Grimm looking straight at us or how he was inches away from eating us alive.

Shaking off the memories, I tap the icon and the item description pops up:

Doylak Signet (Passive): Bolsters a fighter's defenses, reducing incoming damage and granting increased durability on the battlefield. This passive boost ensures that, even in the thick of combat, fighters can endure heavy attacks and continue their mission without faltering. Cannot be knocked down, pushed back, pulled, launched, stunned, dazed, floated, sunk, feared, or taunted. Cooldown resets every 8 minutes.

That actually sounds very useful in a fight.

The other signet I purchased already proved its worth against Emerald. I figured it out that her semblance messed with my sight, letting her land a couple good hits. If it wasn't for the Signet of Resolve, she would've easily kicked my ass and put me in a worse position.

Although this manual is like five times more expensive. But hey, it's not my money. Might as well put it to good use instead of letting it rot away in my inventory.

Without a second thought, I hit the 'purchase' button.

The effect hits like a freight train. White-hot agony erupts in my chest, like someone's pressing hot red iron right here. I can only grit my teeth, choking back a scream.

Just when I think I'm about to pass out, the pain vanishes. I slump against the back of the chair, gasping for air while my hand rubs the afflicted spot as I feel sweat falling down my nose.

Once I catch my breath, curiosity gets the better of me. I yank my collar down, half-expecting to see a glowing sigil or something equally dramatic. But there's nothing. Same old skin, same body.

I guess that's a good thing. Maybe, probably.

"Hey Ma'iq!"

My hand snaps away from my collar as I look up to see Jeanne bounding towards me, her face lit up with that dopey grin of hers. "I finished with the check-in!"

"Huh, that was faster than I expected. That line looked like it'd take forever," I say, glancing down at my scroll. Only 12 minutes have passed. Eh, close enough.

"Yeah, the lady was super quick!" Jeanne's smile falters a bit. "But, uh, she said I should head to the departure lounge. They're boarding soon."

"Oh. Right." I stand up, stretching my back before we start trudging towards the departure entrance.

We don't talk much on the way there, quickly reaching a gate where people are flashing their tickets at a guard who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. That is the moment where I stop walking, and Jeanne follows suit.

"Guess this is it, huh?"

"Yeah..." She looks down at her feet for a moment before that goofy smile resurfaces. "But hey, we can still text and stuff!"

That gets a snort out of me. "Sure thing. Good luck with that entrance exam." I pause, rolling my eyes. "What am I saying? You'll ace it. I trained you, after all."

She frantically nods. "You bet! Beacon won't know what hit 'em!"

Then silence falls, thick and awkward. I press my lips together, scrambling for something to say when I remember the plush I knitted earlier. "Oh, right. Almost forgot. Made you this. For luck or whatever."

I extend my hand, watching the mini Jeanne materialize in my palm.

"Whoa, what?" Her blue eyes go wide, but then she takes the plush, cradling it like it's made of glass. "I had no idea you could knit! And tt's so cute! Awwww, Ma'iq, you didn't have to do that."

I shrug, trying to play it cool. "Don't make a big deal out of it. Just thought I'd give you something so you don't forget your awesome combat teacher."

She giggles, and I feel my ears twitch involuntarily.

[Affection with Jeanne D'arc increased by 5, 33/100]

Without warning, the blonde klutz lunges at me, trapping me in a bear hug that knocks the wind out of me.

"I'll never forget this. Ever."

A nervous laugh escapes my lips before I gulp audibly. My face feels like it's on fire, and why the hell is my tail swishing again?!

Especially when I'm looking into those blue eyes of hers...

But they are kinda pretty. I don't mind looking at them.

Shit. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I don't even notice I'm moving until it's too late. My lips land on hers in a quick peck, and her expression goes blank, as if her brain stopped working.

For a split second, time stands still. Then she breaks away, stumbling backward. Her face flushes crimson as her hand flies to her mouth, eyes wide with shock.

My ears flatten against my skull as the reality of what I've done hits me like a cold shower. Because my fucking body just acted on its own!

Why the fuck did I kiss her?!

"I-I-I will... IWILLSEEYOUSOONBYE!" She stammers out at lightning speed before bolting into the departure zone, practically knocking people over in her haste to get away.

Everyone turns to stare at me, curiosity and amusement written all over their faces. But I can only stand there, frozen, replaying what just happened.

I kissed her. And it was... nice? Electrifying? No, that's stupid. It was just... good. Really good.

And...

I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. It's too wide, too dopey to be a simple smile.

But the moment shatters when my ears perk up, catching the sound of giggling and whispers. Shit. I snap out of my daze to find I've become the center of attention. Girls my age are huddled together, stealing glances and gossiping while eyeing me and my wildly swishing tail.

Fuck... this is actually embarrassing.

I turn tail and run, bolting out of the airport. Once outside, I lean forward, hands on my knees, panting heavily. A sudden weight crashes down on me, forcing me to slump onto the sidewalk. I let out a long, drawn-out sigh, dragging a hand across my face.

She liked it, right? I mean, the positive notification was there, so that should count for something. No, maybe?

Yeah, if she hated it, she would've punched me or something. But she just ran away... okay, that doesn't sound great.

I smack my head with both hands and take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in my mind. I repeat the breathing exercise until the rush of whatever I'm feeling finally subsides.

Holy shit. What have I gotten myself into now?

I slump further, my back hitting the dirty sidewalk. I don't give a damn about my clothes right now. My mind's a fucking tornado, and I need to just... lie here for a second.

How the hell am I supposed to face her next time? It'll be months before she gets a break from that damn academy. I could text her, but should I?

Fuck.

Maybe it's better to wait. Let both our heads cool down after... whatever the hell that was. Yeah, that's a plan. Wait until she finishes her semester, or whatever they call it.

But a nagging part of me says I should've followed her. Screw the rules. I should've gone with her. And I could have, if I hadn't told Ozpin to shove his deal up his ass. I'd be right beside her, making sure she was okay in whatever bullshit exam they have planned.

No, I've gotta trust she'll be fine. But... fuck me, she doesn't have her aura unlocked. Is she really gonna be okay? I should've convinced her to stay another year, get more training under her belt.

Shit, shit, shit. I should've taken that deal, but that door's closed now. Unless...

Unless I crawl back to Ozpin's office and beg for a second chance?

No!

Fuck Ozpin!

Fuck him and his cryptic bullshit!

I've still got my goddamn pride, for fuck's sake!

I'm overthinking this. Getting all emotional and hot-headed over a damn kiss.

It was just a quick, dumb peck. Hell, I've done way more with Miltia. I shouldn't be this weak, this dumb over barely touching lips. And Neo's been dishing out kisses lately too... well, only on the cheek and head, with a heaping side of teasing, but they still count!

I'm not some blushing virgin, dammit! I've got experience with this shit. I should have some resistance to... whatever the fuck this is doing to my head!

But none of them felt like Jeanne's. It was completely different...

And I'm happy about it.

"Fuuuuuck..."

I groan, throwing an arm over my eyes. All of this is making me so fucking tired. When did everything get so complicated?

I remove my arm, staring at the blue sky and ignoring the sideways glances from passersby. It's still afternoon; I've got time before my next shift. Maybe I should head home, catch some sleep, let all this bullshit settle.

Yeah, sleeping it off sounds good.

I slam my hands on the ground, pushing myself up and look down. My clothes are a mess, but I've got spares in my inventory. I'll change in the bathroom.

As I stretch, I feel oddly lighter. Weird.

"Ma'iq?"

I freeze mid-step, ears snapping to attention. That voice... A warm familiarity washes over me because I know that voice, even if it's been months since I last heard it.

I gulp, forcing down the knot in my throat as I slowly turn around.
There, at the main entrance, stands a girl with lynx ears atop long, curly brown hair. Her green eyes are wide with surprise, a perfect match for my own shock. She's dressed in a baggy gray sweater and blue jeans, lugging a big suitcase that hits the ground with a thud as her grip loosens.

"Hey, Levi."

Sleep is the furthest thing from my mind now.

"W-what are you- no I mean. No wait, How are yo-why?" My first friend stumbles over her words.

I take a deep breath, giving her a tired but genuine smile.

"It's a long story..."

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