School.

  The bane of all students' existence, especially of one Nicholas A. Faust. Although he couldn't complain too much. After all, instead of spending hours sitting at a desk reading and writing, he got to go to a Huntsmen school where they learned to survive in the wild, kick-ass, and beat the shit out of each other, and become badass Huntsmens!

  Now if only he could manage to get to Beacon before the semester started, that'd be swell!

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  "Leave me alone, you stupid assholes!"

  Getting chased by a horde of Grims wasn't his idea of fun morning activity, but unfortunately, he seemed to be a magnet for the things. He learned his lesson. Next time he'll just buy a bullhead ticket instead of being stingy with money.

  Probably.

  "I hate mondays"

  A sentiment shared by all. He finally made it only to find out he was a few months too early!

  Now he had to spend even more time and more important, money, to finding a place to stay while he was waiting for the dorms to become available. At least the city was nice, he was used to roughing it out in small villages during his journeys so this was a nice change of pace for once.