Beacon Academy. A combat school designed to train the next generation of Huntsmen and Huntresses who will protect humanity from the dangers of the Creatures of Grimm. This prestigious school, much like its name, shines out as a ray of hope, drawing in the light of humanity and sending it back out into the world.

But this school is more than it truly seems. Every student comes here to learn how to fight the Grimm. But some leave with the ability to fight more than just soulless incarnations of negativity. Those who come to Beacon with the true desire to protect their fellow man are sometimes recruited for a… special… curriculum. These students train to protect humanity not only from the Grimm, but from their fellow man as well.

These students are not only the next generation of huntsmen and huntresses, but the next generation of the Brotherhood of Assassins, as well. This ancient organization has forever been dedicated to protecting the free will of the masses from those who would take it from them, namely the Templars.

The Templars, who, in modern times operate under the guise of the Abstergo corporation, are those of the belief that humanities only road to peace lies with a singular power controlling everything, and they want it to be them. To accomplish their goals, they are searching for the Pieces of Eden, powerful relics from an age long past. These relics have the power to make people subservient to the wielder, and are extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.

But for the students of Beacon Academy, these matters are a long way from being theirs to deal with. For two young second-year teammates, the most pressing concern is their GPA.

"C'mon, Jaune, it's not that hard." The girl to his right said, "We covered this last year. AND it's multiple choice."

"Pyrrha, I've slept since last semester. How am I supposed to remember how many Grimm kills a certain long-dead huntsman had?!"

Pyrrha sighed and gently shook her head. "That's not the question. It's asking when he graduated the Atlas Academy."

"….. oh. Ok, then. All I understood was 'give me a number.'"

"SILLY JAUNE! YOU HAVE TO READ THE QUESTION FIRST!" A girl's loud voice shouted behind the study partners, causing them to nearly jump out of their skins.

"Nora! Don't do that! You scared the living daylights out of us!" Pyrrha groaned

"I agree with Jaune, Nora. You shouldn't sneak up on people." The last member of team JNPR, Rin, announced, walking into their dorm. "it's not very nice, and it will impede their studying."

"oh, don't be such a goody-goody, Renny! I'm just joking around! Besides, Jaune looked like he was getting a headache, so I figured he needed a distraction." The pink-haired, trigger-happy girl announced.

"I would love a distraction, but you really didn't prevent a headache, Nora. You gave me an even worse one." Jaune muttered.

Across the hall in the dorm of Team RWBY, it was weapon maintenance day. Everyone had their weapons out, cleaning off dust residue, re-painting over nicks and scratches, sharpening blades, whatever needed doing.

By far the most nicked and scratched was Crescent Rose. It always was, which led to the rest of Team RWBY sometimes teasing Ruby about her incessant need to practice. Ruby didn't care, so long as there wasn't irreparable damage. The teasing sometimes got out of hand, though, as Yang was never very good about boundaries. Which led to the argument currently in progress, where Ruby was berating Yang for trying to "confiscate" her sweetheart.

"It was just a joke, sis! Geez, don't be so dramatic about it!" Yang said, taking a dismissive attitude as always.

"I don't care, you aren't allowed to mess with my weapons locker! We have already discussed this, and I really don't appreciate it!" Ruby's face was almost as red as her namesake, and even Blake and Weiss were starting to get a little nervous.

"Okay, Okay. I apologize. I shouldn't have messed with your locker, but you have to admit, you do need to take a break at some point in time." Yang relented, finishing with a concerned voice.

Ruby sighed, but before she could reply, Weiss cut in. "You have been working rather late in the night quite a bit lately, and we are starting to wonder where you run off to."

"I'm sometimes helping the professors with errands. Other times I'm helping the younger students with stuff." Ruby huffed, crossing her arms. Just then, her scroll buzzed, a ringtone the rest hadn't heard before. The short scythe wielder started a moment, before quickly checking her screen in such a way the rest couldn't see it. "That's Professor Oobleck, he wants to talk to me about something. Be back in a bit."

Before the rest of her team could say anything, she had grabbed her cloak off her bed, as well as her weapon, and darted out of the room, the usual rose flurry left behind her. Through the still open door, Blake saw Jaune dart out of the JNPR dorm room, Crocea Mors on his hip and his hoodie hood flapping behind him as he rushed off in the same direction, leaving an obviously confused Nora and Pyrrha staring out the door after him.

Hey, Y'all. Iron Dragon Slayer Gajeel here! Just a few things to round off the new chapter:

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