Schnee: Hero or Huntress (RWBY/MHA)

One Hundred Twenty Four

The cafe Uta chose wasn't exactly crowded, but neither was it really empty, which was nice in Weiss' opinion. The dim lighting created a comfortable atmosphere, compared to the bright sun that bore down on everyone as soon as they took a step outside. At the very least, nobody in there recognized, or were just used to celebrities due to the large number of them on I-Island, especially with the opening day tomorrow.

"You're not actually nervous about your performance tomorrow, are you?" Uta took a large bite out of an oversized drumstick. She had five more of equal size sitting on her plate, along with a large mug full of frothy root beer.

"What makes you say that?" Weiss scoffed, cutting one of her sausage links in half with a fork and knife. She sliced them into smaller, bite sized pieces. Even if the Schnee name didn't mean much here, outside of Weiss' own career as a singer, it didn't mean she was going to forget all of the lessons that her etiquette tutors had instilled in her from a young age.

Uta stuffed the rest of the drumstick into her mouth and pulled it out cleanly. She'd taken off her hoodie with the oversized sleeves, to not get it dirty, revealing her white dress with a black bow around her neck. The dress had one long sleeve, with the other leaving her right arm free. With her white and red hair, she was the spitting image of Todoroki. It was uncanny really.

"You always look confident, on and off stage, like you were born to perform." Uta took a large swig from her root beer, leaving her upper lips covered in its foam. She wiped the foam clean with her tongue. "So there's something else that's bothering you."

Realizing that she had been regressing in the way she had been treating people? That Weiss was no better than her younger self when she started attending Beacon?

"Maybe." Weiss answered neutrally. While she did plan on being nicer, Weiss also wasn't going to reveal that to someone who might as well be a stranger, even if Uta had been polite so far. Weiss liked her more than Ahri at the very least. "You're not going to ask me what the problem is?"

Uta shook her head as she started on her next drumstick. "Nah, I'm just here because I didn't want to eat alone." She gave Weiss a big grin. That forced a small smile from Weiss in return, who continued eating her own meal.

"You can tell me if you want, or not." Uta continued speaking with a shrug. "It's your life after all." She stopped speaking for a few seconds as she chewed on the bone before moving onto her third drumstick.

"Pun intended, and I really love that song. This Life is Mine is really your best song." Uta started to ramble as she chewed on her fourth drumstick.

That was a horrible pun, but Weiss had been meaner to her classmates for lesser offenses. Weiss forced herself to laugh and took a sip of her water.

"Hopefully I'll be able to surpass it one day." Weiss' smile was genuine this time. She really loved how much that song pissed Father off.

She doubted any song would be able to top that.

The plan was proceeding just as scheduled, with every member of Wolfram's specially chosen team in position to strike when he gave the word. Everything was going too well, but with none of the heroes being even suspicious of an attack, the element of surprise was on his side. Wolfram leaned against the crate he was relaxing with and pulled out his handgun, giving it one final lookover.

The Symbol of Peace would meet his end soon enough by Wolfram's hand. All For One did give him a gift that should help turn the tide.

That old relic would follow soon enough, Wolfram would make sure of that.