Blake fell to her knees, breathing hard. "I should´ve expected this, first time and he wont go easy on me." She lifted her gaze to Adam, perfectly calm and rigid, not a drop of sweat on him or even a hint of exhaustion. Blake stood back up and picked up her training knife, a dull wooden knife that Adam had given her. It was a few years after seeing the true evil side of humans, she was eight now. The other day she had seen a poor boar faunus get beat up by some human teens and, trying to help, received a black eye and bruised torso herself. Adam hadn't seemed surprised when she came back beaten up and she asked him, for the hundredth time to teach her how to fight. Adam looked down at the ten year old girl and, much to her surprise, agreed to teach her.

She was regretting it now. It wasn't that she expected him to be easy and she didn't see herself being a ninja anytime soon, but getting beat up by humans and then her mentor was frustrating. She charged him and his hand grabbed her forehead and as she slashed at him he grabbed her wrist, twisted it and went behind her, applying pressure and forcing her down.

"When facing an superior opponent, or an unknown opponent for that matter, you shouldn't rush in or show what you are capable of. Its wiser to study him and see his weaknesses, and decide whether to run or fight." He let go off her wrist and walked a away, leaving her panting on the floor.

A month had gone by like this, training sessions which left Blake very tired and beat up. But soon she started to notice a difference, she was unknowingly developing strategies against Adam, she was adapting. Adam noticed this to as in one fight she had feinted a slash to the head, ducking under his counter attack and stabbing his stomach. He had dodged and quickly defeated her, but this attack of hers proved that she was improving. A few more months passed by, Blake still using the wooden knife and failing but during one particular session something changed again. As Adam was about to punch her, defeating her, she flashed blue and he reeled back in pain, but regained his composure and grinned at her.

"What was that?" She looked at her arms and hands, wondering what the blue glow had been.

"Your aura, it has been activated. Everyone with a soul has an aura, even animals. Our aura is a shield, it is our last defense against any threat and with practice can be used for many things. Without practice it is already a great help, you will be faster, stronger, more resistant. Aura is the first step to becoming a great warrior."

"Wow..." She smiled widely, but yelped as Adam pinned her against the ground.

"Also: Never EVER let your anything distract you from your enemy." He let her go and left, this session now finished.

After her aura unlocked she progressed much faster, trying to flip and spin and duck, practicing these movements during her training sessions and even by herself. She copied Adam and copied movements she´d seen in movies or read about in books. With sufficient practice she soon used them in combat and Adam was forced to pressure her more so he could win. He never showed it but he was very happy with Blake´s progress, seeing her new movements developed and how she now fought decently instead of charging crazily, she had indeed come a long way. One day she appeared with two knifes, hiding one until Adam almost got her and he gave her a smile, she had taught herself trickery. She fought more controlled, letting Adam come and trying to find his weak points and attacking when she thought it was appropriate. She barely grazed him with the knife when he let his weapon out of its sheath, hitting her square in the head and making her fall down.

"We are done for today...good job Blake." He began to walk off and Blake watched him. Did he just actually say that? Had she gotten good with so much practice? She smiled to herself and got up, following him.

Another year went by, Blake was now twelve. She had kept training besides attending as much faunus protests as she could, as she grew more she noticed more and more of the hatred that her race was victim of. But she also saw some good, though depressingly little, every now and then some friendly human that would help faunus. A small group protesting alongside the faunus. It was good to see humans could be accepting, to see that they were capable of good but she still saw very few good humans. She had gotten good at fighting, though she didn't yet have a specific fighting style she could defend herself well against normal opponents, but she hadn't gotten in any situations that required her to use her skills, nor did she go out looking for bad humans to fight.

Then that changed.

She was walking home from another protest, without Adam. He had been to busy to go and protest with her. It was midday but she was alone on the sidewalk, cars passing every now and then. She liked to walk through this part of town where no one could see her, but just in case she had started to use a bow, on her friend Tuksons advice, to hide her cat ears from any bad humans but today she hadn't used it, decided to go and show that she was a faunus, and proud of it as well. But a lone, young, faunus girl was to good a prey to resist for some people. Even in broad daylight. Blake sighed as she noticed a person following her, she didn't look back or stop or run. She just kept walking. The man, had to be in his mid twenties with white skin black close cropped hair and taller than Blake grabbed her arm, turning her around.

"Hey there kitty cat. We´re gonna have some fun." He smiled cruelly at her and took out a knife. What was it with people and knifes? Everyone seemed to have one.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Leave before I hurt you." She stood still, waiting to see his reaction.

"You? Hurt me? Ha! I don't think so, maybe I should teach you some manners." His tried to stab her stomach, almost in the center but much to his surprise she had grabbed his wrist and twisted it, in a second putting his own knife to his neck, still in his hand.

"Let go of me, before I get mad." He gulped, letting go of her arm and falling to the ground when she pushed him back, then got up and ran away as she twirled the knife in her fingers threateningly.

She smiled lightly to herself, now she knew for sure she could fight. Fight for herself and, if need be, for her kind.

Yas, chapter 2 is done! So, just one thing id like to apologize about is the fighting bits. I never really get the hang of those, I feel like i´m to descriptive (and more than one person has agreed with me on this) but im kinda new to writing, so obviously i´m going to have some errors, and tbh taking everything I write into account, i´m quite happy with my work.

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