Sunday mornings at Beacon academy were often quite peaceful. The combination of days off from classes and late night social activities the previous evenings meant most every student would be sleeping well into the morning. It was a calm period so very unlike the usual goings on of a school meant to train warriors. Usually. The case was not true of this certain Sunday morning.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Blonde hair was nearly ablaze as Yang was restraining the urge to strangle her little sister and team leader.

"Does the leader face say I'm kidding?" Ruby responded with simple authority. She was getting better and better at switching from adorable to assertive and it certainly came in handy facing down her obscenely pissed off team. Well, two members of her team were pissed. The third was composed, if surprised.

"There's no way I'm doing this!" Weiss exclaimed with her panties-in-a-bunch voice. "It's unnecessary, impractical, and, not to mention, just plain stupid."

"I have to agree with the ice princess here, sis. I'm out," Yang said as she turned to head back to the dorm. Maybe if she went back to sleep she could forget about all this.

A cloud of rose petals emerged right in front of the blonde, her little sister with them, face scrunched up in annoyance at her authority being challenged. "Leader face means non-negotiable!" Okay, maybe she still had to pull back the adorable a few notches, "Besides, it's not like one week of this is gonna kill you, sis."

"I wouldn't be so sure. Where did you even get an idea this stupid?"

xxxxx The previous night xxxxx

"So, any idea what this is about?" Ruby asked Jaune as they took to sitting beside each other in the small meeting room. It was Saturday night and the two of them had just been pulled from their weekend fun to attend a summons sent to them by the headmaster himself.

"Not a clue. I just got a message on my scroll, saying to come here and not tell my team mates," the klutzy blond responded as he surveyed the room. "Looks like all the team leaders from first year are here for this, though. Maybe this is a command class?"

"Ugh… More classes?" she put her head in her hands as she groaned. "I've got enough on my plate as it is. Yang found out what happens when Blake gets a whiff of catnip, and decided to hide random bits of it all around the dorm. Now I have to spray her with a water bottle to keep some personal space until I find it all." The red cloaked girl sighed in frustration as she remembered finding her stealth specialist rolling around on the floor, that morning.

"Yeah, I hear you. Nora found a one eyed raven, a few days ago. She says it's something called 'The Allfather'. She's started worshipping it."

"Allfather?"

"Yeah, I've got no idea where she gets this."

"Ahem," the whole room went silent as the headmaster revealed his presence to everyone. "I'm glad to see you all attending this meeting. I realize many of you had to interrupt your night's schedules to be here. However, I assure you this is important. I have a very special task for all of you." Everyone perked up when they heard that. A mission from Ozpin was rare and often challenging. "Each of you leads a team at this school. Over the last few months, your teams have become solid and efficient. However, there is always more you can do to improve your group, as you leaders must learn. That's where this assignment comes in. I want each of you to come up with a weeklong training exercise to challenge both yourself and your team mates. It can be anything you can think of, within reason, of course," he gave a small smirk towards Ruby with his last statement, who blushed and looked away in embarrassment. It's not like she was going to go overboard… this time. "You are dismissed, though I would suggest conversing with your fellow leaders before you leave, one can always do with additional insight."

Ruby immediately turned to Jaune, excited and intimidated by this new super special, ultra awesome, top secret assignment they'd just been given. "So, any ideas on what you're gonna do?" she implored while bouncing a little in her seat.

Jaune raked a hand through his hand slowly, trying to get an idea on what his team needed to work on. "Maybe… something involving sensory aura use? The last match we had with you guys in the forest was a complete disaster after you tossed that smoke bomb at us. That was an impressive cloud, by the way. When did you make it?"

"I couldn't really sleep one night and decided it was a perfect time to work on the first thing I found on my desk. Didn't really work the first time, though…"

The Arc youth chuckled as he thought back to a certain night time disruption a few weeks back. "Ohhhh, so you're the reason the fire alarm went off. It was cold, that night," he gave a shiver as he remembered standing in the courtyard with only pajama pants on, same as every other student from the building.

Ruby giggled a little at his reaction, "Bet you're wishing Pyrrha hadn't 'misplaced' your old onesie," she still couldn't believe he hadn't picked up on the message of that action. 'Poor Jaune… So naïve of the ways of the female mind…' "Well, the best way to improve a sense is by depriving yourself of another one and forcing it to pick up the slack."

"You're right… I think I've got an idea. What about you?"

"Hm…" Ruby scrunched up her face as she thought, "I feel like they're getting too complacent. They're not experimenting or diversifying when they fight and teamwork could be a lot better. What to do about that…" the redheaded spaz poured through options in her head, not yet finding something that would click. She pulled Crescent Rose off her back and set it on the table in collapsed form. "What do you think, sweetie?" As she stared at her companion of a weapon, an idea slowly took root.

xxxxxxxxx Present time xxxxxxxx

"Doesn't matter. Weapon swap is happening. NO arguments," Ruby put on her leader face again to prove her point. She gently drew her weapon from its usual place behind her back and offered it to Weiss. "Be careful with her, but don't be afraid. She'll treat you right." Weiss observed the deceptively small object in front of her with wide eyes. Never once had she wanted to wield Crescent Rose. The thing was a death trap for anyone but Ruby and maybe this Uncle Qrow she'd heard about. "Well, go on. Take it. Meanwhile, Blake, you get Ember Celica and Yang, you get Myrtenaster."

"WHAT?!" came the harmonizing shouts of her partner and older sister.

"There's no way I'm giving my very delicate and beautiful weapon to the brute of the team!" Weiss cried out indignantly.

"No arguments here, Weiss. Sis, I'd break that thing in half in a second," Yang tried as hard as she could to make her sister see reason.

Ruby was still holding her baby out to her partner, not looking amused. "Let me make this clear for you. Me leader. You team. Obey!"

After a few seconds of being on the receiving end of their leader's death glare, Weiss accepted the collapsed scythe and gingerly handed over her rapier to Yang without a word. She winced as the blonde took her elegant silver death dealer in an extremely tight grip. She winced again when she looked down at the ton of fun Ruby had left her. This was going to be a terrible week.

Ruby turned to Blake, who was fitting Ember Celica to her wrists and held her hand out respectfully. "I promise I'll keep Gambol in good shape." Blake nodded as she slowly detached the sword and sheath from its magnet on her back and kneeled to offer it to her leader in a traditional stance. Ruby took it gently and weighed the blade in her hand. "Thanks for going along with this, Blake," she said gently. "I promise this week will be worth it."

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Inside the cafeteria, a certain scraggly knight was having a similar conversation with his own team. Thankfully, though, JNPR seemed to be a lot less volatile. Still, it was becoming a bit of a hard sell the longer he explained the situation. So far, two thirds of his allies were skeptical. One third was Nora.

"I don't know, Jaune. Doesn't this seem a little dangerous?" the redhead to his left said with the softest amount of concern she could muster. Pyrrha was very proud of how well Jaune had grown as a leader over the last few months. He was doing much better in terms of combat effectiveness, as well as assertive confidence. That being said, there were times when she felt he was not thinking clearly in the slightest. Right now, looking at him fumbling with a strip of cloth as he tried to affix the thing in front of his very eyes, was one of those times.

"C'mon Pyrrha, it'll be fine," Jaune responded with the most casual of brush offs as he finally cinched the knot behind his head. "If we restrict our sight for a week, our other senses will sharpen in response."

"He's right! It'll be so cool!" Nora interjected with the typical jubilance. She then turned to her partner and gave the biggest pout she could muster, "Pleeeeease Ren? We'll be like kung fu masters. That's right up your alley!"

The lotus warrior in question gave out a snort in response to the request, "Nora, just because I practice martial arts doesn't mean I think blindfolding ourselves in an academy full of extremely immature world class warriors for an entire week is a good idea. There are going to be so many people gunning for us, thinking we're easy targets."

"But we won't be! We'll be super secret kung fu masters; at harmony with all of nature and commanders of the seventh sense!" Nora's retort was about as grounded in reality as any of them expected.

"Seventh sense?" Pyrrha looked at her teammate inquisitively, completely unsure of how to respond, at this point.

"Well, I've already got a sixth sense, silly. I can tell when squirrels are afraid."

A resounding thunk could be heard as Lie Ren's forehead met their table. His resolve already broken from not being allowed to sleep in today, he had no fight left, "Fine… let's just get this over with."

Jaune, now completely blindfolded, whooped and raised his hand towards where he assumed was Nora's direction in an attempt at a high five. When he received a slap back, he assumed he had succeeded in the gesture. "All right, that's three out of four. Are you in, Pyrrha."

The tournament fighter gave a distressed whine in the back of her throat as she realized she was now completely outnumbered. Slowly, she reached forward and took one of the three remaining blindfolds into her hand, "I… suppose it couldn't hurt… too badly."