So… Ozpin, for some fucking reason, has decided that he shall host a 'mock funeral' to teach students how to be respectful to people grieving.
He thought this was a good idea after the Vale Council was on his ass about Qrow Branwen drunkenly rolling into an ongoing funeral and literally shitting in the coffin in front of everyone.
So here the entire student body was gathered.
It was Jaune's turn to go onto the stage and say something.
As he walked onto stage, his team silently cheered him on. Pyrrha for one, knew that Jaune was such a good man that he would say something so impressive, so massive and throbbing like his dick that it would stun everyone silent.
Well… she's not wrong.
"God is dead." He started by saying. That immediately shut up everyone who was whispering. "God wemains dead." Pyrrha's eyes lost all hope and faith as she realized what he was doing.
"And we have kiwwed him. How shaww we comfowt ouwsewves, the mwuwdewews of aww mwuwdewews?"
Ozpin's coffee mug fell from his hands and shattered on the ground. Is this the true meaning of being a Huntsman? Was he wrong this whole time?
"What was howiest and mwightiest of aww that the wowwd has owned has bwed to death undew ouw knives. Who wiww wipe this bwood off us? What watew is thewe to cwean ouwsewves?"
And with that… Jaune bowed and walked off stage.
Ozpin stared off into space. Is this the pinnacle of humanity? Is this all that there is and can be? How can I ever live up to these standards? WHY ARE WE STILL HERE, JUST TO SUFFER!?