On some older databases that list huntsmen for hire, ROUG Has not yet been taken down. Nero has his mothers jacket, necklace, and a weathered picture taken some time after the team had formed, but no further information about his parents except for the hushed conversations he would overhear between Laal and Nyeusi when he was young, and the breath of ROUG’s past actions that whispered around his hometown, Vale, and even Beacon.

It was Coyote who knocked on the door of NOVA’s dorm, uncharacteristically sheepish and polite for a boy who loved to barge into any room unannounced. His expression had been somewhat unreadable as he held his scroll up to Nero’s face to show him what he’d found, on a dusty site that had been archived away in a Beacon-based study group forum titled ‘Looking for a Role Model?’

‘Most of the teams and Huntsmen listed were retired,’ Coyote had explained softly, ‘But I was bored and curious. I’ve seen them mentioned online before, but this…’ Nero understood the surprise.

It was a page for team ROUG, untouched where most had been taken down due to inactivity. Their symbols, their weapons, their semblances, full names, and some information seemingly written by the team themselves, about themselves. This included their specific relations with each other, listed neatly alongside reviewer ratings from missions gone by. As far as Nero and Coyote could tell, every rating had been 5 stars.



That was how Nero and Coyote learned they were more like brothers than they had promised each other they were as small children. That was how they both saw, for the first time, how their parents would have spoken. The kind of jokes they would have made, some of the things they liked, and most important to the both of them, how successful they had been as a team before they were finally taken down.

That was how Nero learned his father was probably still alive.