(Jaune's POV)
"SHIT!" I screamed as I was sent through a tree
"Come one Jaune! I'm wasn't even putting a lot of strength into that hit!" Mike yelled at me as he swung his giant meat clever onto his shoulder.
I shook off the pain and got back up. Mike hefted his sword off his shoulder and got into his stance. "Remember Jaune. Block my attacks, don't dodge them. We're trying to get you physically stronger." He charged at me again and our swords met in a shower of sparks. He smiled at me and smashed me away again. I fell down as sweat was running down my face and was breathing hard. I looked up at Mike exhausted and asked for a break.
He stabbed his sword into the ground, "Alright we'll take a quick break."
I started to gulp down water and sat down against a tree. "You've gotten stronger pretty fast Jaune. Last week you passed out after you tried to block my attack for the first time. Now? You're able to hold your ground for a little bit before I launch you into something!"
Mike was right. I've gotten a hell of a lot stronger since our first day of training. I remember our first day of training very clearly. I remember Mike throwing me through a shit load of trees after the first time I tried to block one of his attacks. Now i'm able to stop his attacks for a little bit before he overpowers me. After our first day of training I had two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and an uncountable amount of bruises and week I trained with Pyrrha before I got kicked out of Beacon was a cake walk compared to the week I've been training with Mike. His training is hell. He preaches to me that we need to break my limits and push me to the brink of falling over and passing out so we can make new limits to break even further. He told me that this month we'll be focusing on increasing my strength, improving my swordsmanship, increasing my endurance, and making my aura stronger. He lectured me and said, "A wise man once told me, "You can be the most skilled, agile, and fast huntsman in the world, but if you don't have the strength to be able to cut a Grimm or hurt a human with aura, then all that skill and speed is useless." Mike kicked me out of my thoughts and told me that break was over.
I grabbed Crocea Mors and prepared myself for Mikes onslaught. He pulled his sword , Yacidian, from the ground and got into his stance. I asked him when he created it when we started training earlier this week. Mike told me that his sword was passed down from his father. He had a look of pain on his face when he mentioned his father but it quickly left as he started to talk about his plan to make me better.
Mike came at me with blinding speed and attacked with an overhead strike. Steel crashed against steel as I struggled to push against him. He smirked and broke my block. He grabbed my breastplate, Picked me up off the ground and threw me into the a nearby boulder. I smacked against it hard and got the wind knocked out of me. I got my breathing back under control and stood up once more. He smiled and pointed his sword at me, "This is why you'll be a great huntsman Jaune. You have an indomitable will. No matter how hard I hit you, No matter how hard I smash you into the ground, No matter how exhausted you get, you always get back up and fight. You never give up. THAT! Is why, once again, you'll be a great huntsman.
I smiled at him in return, "Thanks Mike. Shall we continue?"
He smirked at me and readied his blade. He charged at me again and I meet him half way. I try with all my strength to push him back. I attempt a low leg sweep but he saw it coming and jumped over it. He attacked with a flurry of strikes and ended up disarming my sword. I looked at my out of reach blade in panic and Mike Yelled at me, "Your don't need a blade to fight! Your shield is a weapon as well, not just a defensive tool! USE IT!
He swung again and I blocked his strike. My muscle's were screaming in agony as he forced me onto a knee. I tried pushing back against him but it was futile. Mike ended up kicking away my shield and held the tip of blade at my throat. I fell to the side and onto my face as I thought how comfortable the ground was and passed out.
(Mike's POV)
He may not be the best huntsman in training, but he never gives up. I held my blade in my hands and memories of the hardships I went through with it flooded back to me. The first time I saw it, the first time I held it, the first time I swung it, and the last time I saw my family. Yacidian was a blade that was passed down from father to son in the Yacidian clan for generations. My clan is named after it. Well, my clan WAS named after it. I don't have a clan anymore, I don't even have a family. I noticed that a few raindrops fell on the flat of the blade and I looked up. The sky was clear and I touched my face. A few tears were falling from my eyes. I wiped them away and sheathed Yacidian. I slung Jaune over my shoulder and started to walk back to the cabin.
"You're gonna go far Jaune. I have high hopes for you. Hopefully I can train you hard enough so you have the strength to protect those you love. At least you'll have the chance to protect them. I didn't because I was too weak to protect mine when I needed to."
(No ones POV)
Mike carried Jaune back to the cabin and put him into his bed. He cooked a meal for dinner and made sure that jaune was awake to eat. Jaune complimented Mike's cooking and said it was almost as good as his moms. Mike smiled at him and left to clean the dishes. Jaune brought out his scroll and opened up his contacts. His thumb hovered over Pyrrha's number but he decided against it. He wanted to talk to her after he became stronger. He went to bed and dreamed of being with Pyrrha and all of his friends at Beacon. Mike sat on his bed and thought of what next months training should be. He tried to remember with pain what his dad had him do and he remembered it. Mike smirked a little sinisterly "Oh Jaune you are gonna hate me when we do next months training."