2. Catching Up

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3RD PERSON POV


Azazel: Ok.........we need to do something right away. This A.A.U is interfering with our work and it's not even 4 hours since we got back here.

All the headmasters including Ironwood, Satsuki, Glynda, and more sat in their meeting room.

Ozpin: *ponder* Y/N suddenly appears along with an entirely unknown army fully equipped with strange but efficient technology and they proceed to defeat an enemy all of us combined couldn't by himself not to mention he knows my real name.......*worry* that's not good.

Nezu: What do you all propose to do?

Satsuki: *scowl* I'll look for my sister he kidnapped along with my elite 4.

Ozpin: *deadpan* He single-handedly defeated the very 666 beast that we couldn't and breaks the very sword you used.

Satsuki: But that was when I was injured. *smirk* At full health I should be able to defeat him along with my student council.

Nezu: 'Yeah no.'

Ironwood: *arrogant* I'll send my soldiers out for him. I'm sure they'll be able to capture him and find out more about this A.A.U.

Michael: *read* Lets see here. 2 hours ago, the moment you told 10,000 Atlesian soldiers and robots to capture a base they made legally, you lost 8972 soldiers while the rest were captured or either fled in the span of one hour. Not to mention that from eyewitnesses, Winter Schnee was defeated by 3 not even highly ranked soldiers of A.A.U in the battlefield and is held for questioning in Mistral for mass destruction of property.

Ironwood cursed under his breath, muttering as Nezu turns to everyone else.

Nezu: I already have the heroes searching and reconning for info.

Sirzechs: I've sent several devils looking for him too.

Michael: *stern* I will not send my angels looking for him.

Sirzechs: *raised brow* Why not?

Michael: I will not sending my people to their deaths.

Ironwood: *angry* THEN LEAVE!


Seeing that many of them were already agitated, Michael gets up and marches out the room, but not before muttering under his own breath.

Michael: *mutter* If this is true, I can ensure the survival of my people by building a positive relationship with them. I don't trust these people........but I might just trust you Y/N.

Steeping outside, he looks up to the sky and ponders.





Michael: Where are you Y/N?


Later


Y/N: Rich how ya doing?


Y/N: Rich how ya doing?

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