"I can't believe my baby sister is coming to beacon with me!" Yang hugged her sister close to her.

Y/N looked up suddenly at the familiar voice and a flicker of fear crossed his face. "Not her..." he muttered as he pulled his hood over his head, his hand with the gauntlet was stored in his pocket and he sighed a little. He wished that something would distract him from the prospect of not one but two sisters to contend with.

Almost luckily, someone pushed past Y/N and threw up in a bucket. Y/N patted him on the back as he 'let it out', "Y/N Branwen, you?" Y/N looked at vomit boy

"Jaune arc, short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it" Jaune said, confidently, Y/N merely raised a brow in response "motion sickness?" He asked him, inclining his head slightly

"Yeah why?" Jaune asked the young Branwen

"You're not the only one cursed with motion sickness" Y/N said, quickly throwing up in the bin after him.

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"I'll keep this brief, You have traveled here today in search of knowledge - to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

Ozpin finished his speech and walked off fairly quickly afterwards, Y/N wondered if it was because of a few students certain disapproval towards being called 'wasted'. Y/N's gaze subconsciously drifted down to the purple stone embedded within his gauntlet, 'wasted energy' echoed in his head for a moment before he shook his head and walked to the auditorium where the students were sleeping.