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Chapter 1: The Initiative
This was the worst day in my entire life.
To be honest, I wasn't expecting to end up in Ms. Goodwitch's office by the end of the first day in Beacon, but I couldn't certainly fault only myself for this awkward situation as I was part of a team. Tired, confused and incredibly depressed, I waited for the teacher for Combat Studies to speak, the silence starting to get quite unnerving to bear through as it continued to be dragged a little too much.
"Mr. Reyter." Her tone was serious – no, formally stern as she started to address the reason why I was there to start with. "From my understanding and from the recounts of Professor Oobleck and Professor Port, you have been showing quite the unruly attitude in our classes, showing up late or confusing classrooms." She concluded with a blink directed at the paper beneath her nose, recounts of the fellow teachers themselves.
I was starting to feel quite terrified by my current predicament, having never had to face this much problems at school back home. So much terrified that I felt the unquestionable need to apologize at the situation I have caused, even through I didn't felt truly responsible for it.
"I am sorry-" I tried to apologize. Wrong move.
"If you were, you wouldn't have done all of that, to start with." The woman interjected cooly, a flinch appearing on my posture because her sudden change of tone. Not overly-annoyed tone but also hardly showing any restraint with her genuine disappointment for my pitiful case.
"Mr. Reyter, you have paid little to none attention to my classroom even after being called out multiple times." The blonde finally went for the the general reason as of why I was here.
Sweat was already rolling off my forehead as she continued with her lecture, her eyes quite piercing with calm disapproval.
"But I will be honest with you and say that your punishment shall not be a suspension nor an expulsion, as this is the first day and mistakes of this kind and this early can be forgiven given the fact you have shown to have some preparation and capacity for the classroom, and your behavior being quite sufficient to deal with the current curriculum." She admitted, the news bringing mixed emotions within my core as I gulped nervously and nodded, uncertain what else I could say in my defense.
Seriously, this was supposed to be some A-grade expulsion material but I was blessed by the fact I was behaving well and good during lessons.
"This doesn't mean that you will be let go without some proper questioning." She interjected at seeing my eased composure. "I wish to address the fact I find your attitude on the first day confusing, especially after the exemplary conduct during the initiation test."
It was a fair request, one that was expected but not one I was thrilled to comply to,.
Yet this was a punishment and it wouldn't be correct of me to try and wriggle myself out without dealing with some sort of deterrent to make me avoid repeating the behavior I had shown today. Still I felt the need to ask the full extent of this request as it something of importance that might determine my next few minutes here.
"S-So I have to tell why I have been late and everything else?" I asked, quite nervous and feeling rather worried about the following answer.
My throat was hurting, I have faced several teachers in the past and back on Earth, but dealing with so much stuff stacked against me was new. I was breaking my record, one I was mortified of having accomplished as of now because of how serious the consequences could be.
"That would be correct, so please do start explaining why you were late for Professor Port's lesson." Her tone softened but she didn't show any relenting about her interrogation.
"Mr. Reyter, I hope you understand that honesty is required for this attempt, I don't wish to have your potential wasted so soon and certainly without any clarification about the issues. Yes, you have something that many of your peers don't have and no, I can't tell you what it is."
I frowned at the final bits of her explanation, but decided to comply with her request, coughing a little as to 'wake up' my throat. Every time I was nervous and mortified, my throat seemed to die right when I needed it the most to speak out.
"I-I was late because… I sleep in." There was a brief moment of silence, blue eyes sternly urging me to continue and so I did. "I don't have an alarm and…" She didn't let me finish, the lie was already caught the moment I blurted it with that lacking tone.
"What about your team, Mr. Reyter?" Professor Goodwitch pressed on, confusion glinting briefly. "I would have considered asking your team leader to plan something about this case if I had been in your place-"
"I did!" My eyes fell harshly on the desk, flushing at the meek outburst and nodded while reiterating my reply. Anger rushing through the terrified exterior just for a moment before simmering back within my chest. "I did ask Ruby to knock loudly at the door while passing by so we could have all discussed about our first day and-"
I couldn't help but stop as I felt a knot forming in my chest, my eyelids dropped a little and I just wanted to go away. I was tired of dealing with this, where was the fantastic vision RWBY had built around itself?
I couldn't find any of it!
The deputy-headmistress sighed and took my silence to make a guess of how things turned out to be.
"'She forgot'?" Her tone was odd and somehow mocking, but not in any malicious way. It was more in the redundant way than anything else.
She blinked as I nodded and I continued to talk now. "Ruby said that Weiss wanted to be punctual and wasn't listening to reason, ending up forgetting about me."
"Did she even try to apologize for failing to notify you?" The teacher asked almost curiously, frowning as I didn't reply to her first question. "Did you have to go and ask her why for her to tell you this?"
The pressure was building up as my resistance to tell the truth eroded at the fact I couldn't bring anymore lies... and I really felt the need to apologize once more.
"I'm sorry-"
"Stop apologizing at once, Mr. Reyter." The woman sighed loudly. "If else the one apologizing right now should be your team leader, not you."
A brief pause, a moment to retrieve some of the focus that I lost in that questioning, maybe because I had to look ready to hyperventilate any moment now and was granted some time to recover. Then it started again this time shifting to the second situation.
"Then after the first class, you were supposed to go and assist to the first lesson of History of Remnant, which Professor Oobleck said you reached only after half an hour from its beginning."
Which technically was the whole lesson.
The teacher was Oobleck, the man being capable of condensing two hours worth of material in half of one while keeping people interested with his… eccentric attitude. It was an outstanding feat that had to do with the coffee in his trusty mug he would drink from every once or twice in a while.
"So can you tell me what could have gotten you 'lost'? Maps are provided in your Scrolls for the sake of avoiding those situations." The Deputy Headmistress pressed on, making me gulp nervously once more.
Now wasn't that a very funny thing? I don't want to be here to begin with!
"I- I was told that the maps were wrong by-" At this point I shut my mouth up, eyes widening as I realized that if I mentioned the one responsible for that one, I might as well consider myself dead and buried.
"Mr. Reyter, don't stop." The additional pressure from the teacher didn't help, thus I blurted out the first thing out of my mind.
"I-I- Nothing!" My foolish denial was matched by the blonde's whip slamming on the desk, causing me to jump at the sudden action. I never saw her fight with that thing and… I was scared of thinking what kind of pain that thing could cause if its owner wanted.
"Mr. Reyter, honesty is required for this." Her self-quoting reinforced her demand, which I ended up to surrender and comply to.
"Y-Yang." I admitted quickly, pausing for a moment as I realized what I just did. Finally, the dam of words withholding what had happened erupted and… I let go. "She s-said that maps weren't working well and that the classroom was n-not the one showed in the Scroll."
It was a silly notion, but the genuine tone she had used looked quite trustworthy at first. Also, why should I have doubted my teammate? As much as she had been playful for a while now, I didn't expect her to go for that kind of lie.
"And you believed her... even through your fellow classmates were following the instructions of the map?" She sounded quite irked at the fact I had truly believed to Yang's words.
Which to be honest, had been blatantly clear as the blue sky that it was false, but decided to still trust for the sake of loyalty to the team.
I was blessed by the fact I had met Velvet during my search for the right classroom, the older student telling me without hesitation that the maps actually worked well.
"S-She said that the others were being pranked a-and that the team was going for a brief detour."
"Which wasn't the case from how things turned out to be." The deputy-headmistress stated with a quick sigh. "And please do tell, what kind of explanation you had to ask from her?"
Not-so-surprisingly I had to ask her as she seemed to be ignoring me, like the rest of the team.
"Yang said I was an easy target and thought it ended up being hilarious." I finished the reply with a nod to which Goodwitch hummed.
"And she didn't apologize?" Her tone was eerily calm, an edge palpable from her accentuation of the last word.
Another nod from, this time her eyes closed in contemplation.
"I guess the reason why you weren't able to follow my first lesson has to do somehow with your team too." The woman guessed without thinking too much about it and…
I was silent.
"Of course." She muttered to herself before sighing. "Who was this time?"
"I-It wasn't her fault." I tried to forgive the least problematic of the group. "Blake had her books on the remaining free chair on the first line and didn't want to put it in her lap. It was a large amount of books-" The teacher's sigh got me to pause.
"Enough, Mr. Reyter. I've heard enough." Her voice sounded so heavy and… conflicting.
I gulped nervously once again at her interjection, looking dejected at my explanation as much as I was demoralized of suffering through it all myself.
Worst day of my entire life for sure...
"It's obvious that you don't have a good relationship with your team, at least your motivation to dislike them wouldn't be without foundation." Ms. Goodwitch spoke once more before falling silent for the second time in the conversation.
It was an uneasy silence, one that was briefly disturbed as the teacher went through some of her paperwork, trying to find something in that mountain of paper and ink.
I wonder if this was only her paperwork or, just like in some fanfiction, it had some of Ozpin's documents to sign.
I thought about what would happen to me now that I had told her my reasons behind the first day's disaster. Detention for a month or two? Working for a teacher for a semester? Maybe helping at the cafeteria-
"There it is." The blonde pulled out two files and forwarded them towards me, the large title jumping to my attention almost immediately as I found myself frowning, then staring at it with wide-eyes.
"P-Professor, this is a-"
"A document to formalize the 'Transfer to a new team', yes. I need you to understand that your choices are two and only two."
She sighed. "You either decide to stay in Team RWBYS and try to work out the differences between you and your team, dealing with the fact you are either being ignored or severely frowned upon by them, or… you are set in a currently undermanned team."
I frowned at the last information, remembering that the Headmaster had discussed about this case and-
"I- I thought that there were no undermanned teams by the initiation." I muttered with some confusion.
"That was the case until one of the new team leaders decided to drop out after a… disagreement with his partner." The woman admitted without hesitation. "In a normal situation, their team would be quickly disbanded but they made an appeal to try and work as a three-members team, which is not allowed by the school's bylaws."
"And I am supposed to fill the gap?" I received a nod and returned my attention back to the document. "B-But how will this work? Isn't the initiation test meant to decide the new teams?"
"Cases like these have happened in the past, Mr. Reyter. There is a precedence that helps teachers to create a proper test capable of perfectly matching up the new members."
I was worried to ask as there were several 'tests' within the school's rules about different matters and all of those either had to do with a serious spar with a teacher or something far worse than that.
I gulped, again, this time managing to elaborate a question. "W-What kind of test, professor?"
She nodded, accepting the simple but legitimate query. "Tomorrow morning you shall present yourself at the Bullheads' hangar and follow the instructions given by the pilot assigned to you. You shall receive equipment for the task."
"Another initiation in the Emerald forest?"
Another quick nod. "That is partly correct. You shall receive further details tomorrow, today you shall pack your things for a small trip, just like with the initiation test. Any other questions?"
I shook my head and she smiled. "Good, then you are free to go, Mr. Reyter."
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My walk back to the dorm-room was naturally uneventful, the current hour fairly late for anyone to be wandering around and doing anything by the hallways. I sighed as I finally reached the room, hand going for the door handle of my room and…
I paused just a moment to fully understand what kind of scene I was looking at.
Something with my team slowly dismantling everything around and packing my stuff. I blinked a few moments and I felt like my brain had just committed seppuku for a brief instance. I hoped that this was an hallucination for some lack of air in my lungs, or something like Dust allergy.
Yet no, I was proved wrong by what happened next.
My momentary stillness was interrupted as Ruby noticed me by the door and walked to me, her strange expression further confusing me as she seemed saddened by something.
"I am sorry that you have to go, Shaun. I hope you will return back once you manage to get things together." The leader of the team spoke, bringing more confusion rather than clarity over the matter.
What was she talking about?
The girl turned back to the center the room, smiling sadly as she continued working with one of the two bags being filled with stuff. "We are helping in putting your stuff in the proper place as this will be our last moment as your team."
Her words hit me worst than a massive truck. What in the goddamn fuck was she talking about?
Seriously, what could have given to her the idea that I was being kicked by the Academy? I was merely called by Professor Goodwitch for simple business, nothing important. At least that is how it was publicly perceived.
"But still, I don't understand why you would be expelled this early from Beacon. Can you tell us?"
I always thought of Ruby to be naive, innocent, but this level of dumb was a new low even for her. I could feel that there wasn't any of her logic applied to this, I knew that someone had told her this thing but… who?
"Pray tell, Ruby, who told you that I was going to be… expelled?" My tone was frail, but I managed to get out a question without faltering a moment. Anger was a good glue for composures if used in small amount.
Her silver eyes brightly turned at the now-scoffing heiress and I didn't even need to listen to her giggly tone at mentioning her partner. It was no secret for me to see how far she was willing to go to befriend the bitchy Schnee.
It didn't help that the Atlesian girl was literally ignoring me as if I was something like a sore memory to her. But if I have to be honest, I couldn't care any less now that things were crumbling apart for me.
I had scrapped the barrel to try and appear civil, and now had nothing to defend the shit I had to go through with this team. The time to be diplomatic had long been lost as the only thing it did was leaving me dismayed at the childish attitude of the four girls before me.
Fury was boiling, but my tone was surprisingly calm for the situation.
"Okay." I stated flatly, devoid of the turmoil burning within my chest.
I waited some more time as the four girls finished with their little 'help' and, after taking in the two big bags with my things, I walked out of the door and turned right as they were leaving the now empty room, ready to go for dinner.
"By the way." They turned to look at me and, for good reasons, I let out a small vindictive smile. "I wasn't expelled, I was just moved to a better team."
I didn't linger around to see their reaction, my feet taking me by JNPR's dorm-room for some shelter and, as I knocked at their door, I found myself staring at a smiling girl.
The door opened, Nora peeked from the opening and her eyes went wide as she spotted me. "Shay!"
Nora didn't pull me inside. She yanked me, making me land on some pillows left at the center of the room. Groaning at the soft impact, I saw Ren waving, which I returned and then I found myself helped up by Jaune and Pyrrha.
"Shaun, didn't expect you to visit today." Jaune muttered surprised.
"And not with that much luggage on you." Pyrrha noted with more confusion.
I chuckled nervously. "L-Let's just say that I was… moved away from my current team. And kind of kicked out of my room." My little resolution fading a little before the only friends I had left here.
Perplexed looks were clear to me and I sighed as even Nora looked incredibly confused by my words. "What do you mean, Shay-Shay?"
Part of me wanted to keep what had happened secret as it would only escalate things to an unpleasant level. Plus I wasn't completely certain of JNPR's acceptance of having their 'friends' besmirched like this.
But, remembering the deputy-headmistress' words about finding some support and talking about this, I decided to go all out, taking seat in the offered bed mattress that was Nora's.
The explanation was long as I didn't have the nervousness I had with the teacher, but still felt unsure of giving it all as I was still nervous about telling this to others.
And yet I did.
As I concluded my little tale, I waited for their reactions, glancing them one at the time. I was panicking a little, expecting at least one of them to launch to the defense of the full-girl team.
Jaune looked incredibly supportive patting my shoulder all the time as to give me the push to continue every time I stopped. I was floored by his lack of hesitation at the fact his 'Snow Angel' had gone that deep.
Pyrrha looked distracted, eyes frowning at the floor as she contemplated my words. The redhead had said something about experiencing something similar-opposite back in Mistral and she was keen to show sympathy to my plight.
Ren had his eyes closed, shaking his head at the story as he tried to digest the things I was saying and then I saw his pink eyes giving some supporting glint too. I nodded at him and we shared a smile.
Nora was…
How could I say?
Nora was staring at me with a blank expression, eyes devoid of emotions and the only actions she was doing was breathing and blinking. Then something strange happened as she continued with her odd attitude.
It was a brief moment, but she suddenly shifted towards the door, in her hands was Magnhild and she wobbled as to approach the entrance. The rest of the team noticed and Ren was the first to ask.
"Nora?" His voice sported surprise at the behavior, the Valkyrie turning just a moment to glance back, a furious look on her face.
"I am am going to break their legs." The usually giddy girl said resolutely.
While she had been saying this phrase several times, there wasn't a time she had sounded more serious than this time. Hearing her dead-serious tone, the group tackle her down before she could execute her simplistic but murderous plan.
"L-Let me go! The queen demands some legs to be broken!" She roared, but her demands were refused by the group.
"N-Nora, please. T-They aren't worth the e-effort and- and you can do something about them with Professor Goodwitch's spars." I pleaded, having some trouble having the girl calming down.
Still, she began stopping with her struggling after hearing my suggestions and frowned. "Do you think I could break their legs through their Aura?" She asked quietly, almost eerily.
I was morbidly contemplating that very question when I saw Ren's little glare at suggesting some way to execute violence on people through spars. "I-I mean, Nora, please." I argued much to her eagerness to the gruesome fate she wished to instill upon her targets.
She sighed tiredly and nodded with a small pout. "Fine! BUT!" In mere instants I found her straddling tightly at me. "You need a group hug! GUYS!" I tried to free myself at her sudden order, but it was too late!
Oh HELL NOP-OHF!
And thus I was buried by four students with the need to comfort me.
Goddammit, the sweetness is too high!
After minutes spent to dislodging myself from the mass of people, I was invited to spend the dinner with JNPR. Let's just say that the period at the cafeteria with my former team trying and failing to sit together with my friends ended up in an awkward affair.
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"T-This is hilarious! You mean that Oz knows nothing of this?" Bartholomew Oobleck snorted in his mug at the words of the Deputy Headmistress.
Glynda Goodwitch sighed as she tried to make little talk with her colleagues, failing as the two men were eager to learn more about Mr. Reyter's situation.
It had all come from Port asking about the 'nice fellow' that had been 'lost' in the path to his lesson, which caused her to reply curtly with the aftermath of the encounter.
One things lead to another and… the blonde didn't like where this was going.
Oobleck was nodding in agreement with her resolve, while the portly man on his side was laughing loudly at the fact she had 'defied' the headmaster. Partly a correct assessment, but also unfounded because of her duty as deputy-headmistress… and Ozpin's dropping more than half of his current paperwork on her.
Seriously, why was that man even aspiring to keep the position if he didn't want to have anything to do with the work coming with it? It was one of the questions none of those that have known the gray-haired man knew the answer of.
It didn't help that the coffee-addict was keen to 'wander around' to help 'needing students', which in poor terms meant going for a walk and skip work. She had seen students doing this, but not from this school.
She thought of the kindergarten, or elementary school at least. To see the headmaster of a prestigious academy like Beacon spending his afternoon doing everything was working while she suffered through her usual workload AND his own was… irritating.
Glynda sighed at the umpteenth chuckle and thought that the discussion was going to died down by the time Port finished with his own plate. Much to her dismay, Port and Oobleck had other plans as they frowned at the document she had the teen sign to accept the transfer.
"You have assigned him to an interesting bunch, Glynda. By the way, are you sure he will hold his own compared to the one that left?" Peter asked eagerly, something that the blonde was quite happy to answer for the sake of not escalating the quirks of the annoying duo.
"You both said that he was determined enough to face difficulty and, from what I could see from the discussion we had, he is willing to tackle this issue early on. That is why I mentioned it and I got an acceptable reaction out of him." She replied, something that was met with frowns by both colleagues.
"An acceptable reaction?" Port hummed with some interest, his mustache wiggling. "While I think I might understand your decision, I find it difficult to find what could be considered 'acceptable' by you, dear Professor."
Ignoring the annoying nickname the portly man assigned to her ever since she started to work at Beacon, the blonde nodded. "I guess it could be quite surprising but… I think Mr. Reyter knows that he risked losing his place at the Academy back when he was called in my office. He seemed very keen to moderate his tones and words to avoid… expulsion."
There was some silence, then Bartholomew resumed the conversation.
"Bah, it is hardly his fault by the end of the day and that much shouldn't warrant an expulsion-" Oobleck paused just a moment as he saw Glynda looking away at his words. "You were actually considering that?"
"It's more of an act- I wasn't going to genuinely expel him." She admitted quickly, knowing that she could hardly survive if both thought she had been to harsh with the student. As much as she could have had some doubts about the effectiveness of such action, she was happy with the results gained from it.
"Still, you have to have put the fear of the Gods in him." Peter muttered. "I can remember facing something similar back in my days as a student."
"And that wouldn't be the first case of someone dealing with this kind of problems." Oobleck replied with a strange expression. "Do you remember when Ozpin called to his office Summer Rose during her first day?"
Glynda remembered, how couldn't she? She could remember a young girl wearing that unique white cape of hers as she walked with a quick pace towards the headmaster's tower. Back then her shoulders were sagging, silver eyes staring depressingly at the floor as she was summoned by Ozpin to talk about some heavy accusations.
The reasons behind that situation had been quite unsure as she had been doing quite well that day… it was moments after she returned back to class that she started to give fragments of an explanation with her utter sadness dripping from every word.
It wasn't uncommon for students to bring to the attention of teachers if rules were being broken by fellow students, but it was also relatively common to see people lie about such situations and this was the case between Raven Branwen and Summer Rose.
An anonymous letter was received by Ozpin, containing some grave accusations about the team leader of STRQ. Heavy accusations that were easily disproved, but the revelation of such behavior was easily pinpointed back to the female Branwen.
The girl from Mistral merely scoffed at the accusations, but never once did she try to defend herself from that. It was the first quarrel inside STRQ, the first one that saw Raven facing a surprisingly compact front made by Taiyang and Qrow.
Her brother joining their side and not family? Glynda was certain that was what made their bond crack, or at least deteriorate to the point it was nowadays.
"I wonder if this team will follow the same path of the first STRQ."
She nodded absently, finding the comment to be insignificant… until the very end.
"Oh, what you mean with 'first' STRQ, Bart?" Port questioned with some interest, having noticed the strangely specific wording from his long-standing friend.
The History teacher hummed as he started to scribble on a white paper he had on his bag, writing down the names of the possibly new team and… Glynda had her eyes go wide at the resulting combination.
Port's jaws dropped on the table as he found himself shocked too at what he was reading in that meek white paper.
Shaun Reyter
Tulia Xavier
Ryou Bergfalk
Qiu Bergfalk
At first this was all about coincidences, something without proves and merely an attempt to do something without having Ozpin hounding on her and… now Glynda realized she ended up to create something new and old.
Something that had been shattered by time and decay, was now going to be reborn and… she was unsure how to deal with this.
"It would seem this year will be even funnier than we had expected, eh?" The portly man recovered from his silent shock, trying to relieve with some comedy the surprise they had just learned about.
Oobleck and Port were staring at the paper quietly while the Deputy Headmistress… looked distracted.
Her mind was going miles per hour, memories of the atrocious misadventures the school had to sustain during the stay of the first STRQ still fresh on her mind and…
And she was supposedly going to face this now. Again.
Her left eye twitched, annoyance building up as she sighed and decided that now was the best moment to go back to her office and prepare to face the storm she had just been responsible for it to be.
AN
I suppose people will be angry at some of the changes and… I think I understand the reasons behind it. One of the glorious points of DoaSD was to have a single OC-I deal with those shenanigans and end up victorious by the end of the day. The issue is… I made him a Gary Stu: Too much powerful, his life is literally too easy and… I think I gave him too much importance early on.
That is not my initial premises and… that is why I decided to prepare something a little more doable. To solve a Gary Stu issue, an author has two possible ways to take:
1) He completely changes the OC's personality (See what I did with Sean Graham in my FSN AU series);
2) He splits the OC's overall personality in a group and that means that: He will not represent STRQ as a single individual but as part of it.
But fret not, this is not the ripoff from the STRQ personalities, appearances or any other details of the former group. I can set some examples that aren't truly considered spoilers and those are:
1) One is a Faunus, the kind and what are their traits are a secret;
2) Tulia will not be female Taiyang, personality-wise, same with Qiu;
3) Ryou will have a Raven-like attitude, but his motivations will be different;
4) Their semblances are different and acceptable for a School for Huntsmen;
Now lets move on RWBY and their new attitude as… I had to give some explanation. Will the OC hate them? Merely dislike them, a little resentment for costing that and… I worked around some of the canon personalities to make this work.
While Yang seems like a good person, her easy-going, prankful and overall childish behavior make her fit well in a light-bully kind of mentality. She isn't doing it for the sake of hurting someone for fun's sake, but she will not be shy to make some situations unbearable.
Ruby being a puppy to Weiss? The first two episodes at Beacon went differently and, while Weiss do accept Ruby as her leader, she will not be restrain herself from acting on her own to optimize the team. Such as removing a 'clear weakling' off their back.
It might seem hard to accept, but we are talking about someone trying to remove Ruby from the leadership of the team without giving her a chance, only changing her mind after speaking with Port and getting reprimanded for doing that.
Did she have that same chance with Shaun? Nope and that spelled against the boy's stay on the team. Did she do out of malicious intents? I would say she did it out of a wrong nurturing, one that urged her to not be paired with 'weaklings' within a team.
So yeah, they are not bad people but they aren't the brightest nor the most mature as of now. They will have time and experience to grow up, to develop and understand their wrong ways but… that will mostly happen in the background.
'Unforgotten' is already specializing in showing their growth in the series and this one will focus on the second STRQ.
Also not trailers, stories will be told in flashbacks in particular instances and not randomly.
Long AN, right? This is just to highlight the changes and… avoid confusions later.
This means that I will not bother answering questions that are answered up above. If you decided to skim, it is on you and sadly, I cannot force you to read something to the fullest.
So cheers and have a good day~!
