Chapter 4: The Time of our Youth

(Beacon Academy) (Dormitory)

Team Leader…

Jaune still couldn't wrap his head around the thought. Despite all his pathetic efforts that would've been taken as inept and foolish, the boy had to admit that he was surprised that he was able to pass through the initiation much less become a leader of an entire team of Hunter Trainees.

It felt so surreal that he wondered if he was dreaming. He pinched himself hard only to find himself reeling from the pain. "Yeow! Ok… so it's real."

"What's real Jaune?" Pyrrha asked as she finished tying the knot on her hair. Her bronze armor replaced with the standard uniform of Beacon Academy. "Are you still drowsy from yesterday?"

"I can help with that!" Nora volunteered, bringing out Magnhild that she hid under her bed.

Jaune quickly waved her method out of the window. "No no! No need. Thank you. I'm just… a little out of it, I guess. I haven't been feeling that well since I got here."

"Would you like to go to the infirmary? I'd be happy to walk you there." The redhead offered.

"Or you can ask Ren to whip you something up." Nora pointed to her partner who silently nods. "Ren here is a top of the line witch doctor. He can make all kinds of potions that can make you muscular and even grow wolverine claws and let you breathe fire whenever the sun goes down! He can even make elixirs that can bring back the dead, summoning their souls from the great beyond and…"

"Nora!" Ren scolded before turning to his comrades with a gentle smile. "What she's trying to say is that, I studied medicine back in my training academy and learned to pick up a few things. Though the term witch doctor might be an exaggeration, she's not totally wrong."

"So… you can really make potions to make me breathe fire?"

"I said I work on medicine." The raven haired warrior corrected. "I focus mostly on making subtle remedies from herbs, spices, fruits and a little bit of dust powder that can suppress symptoms of most afflictions like stomach pains and headaches. I also happen to know a recipe that can boost your stamina for a short time. I often used those whenever I have late night studies."

"I call those, Orange Supreme! Because they're orange and they're supreme!" Nora added. "I remember poaching some of them from your room once in a while."

"And is that the reason why she's…?" Jaune inquired squinting which Ren immediately waved his hands in defense.

"Oh don't be alarmed. Nora was already like this even before she started drinking those. And trust me… she can be a handful when she gets a dose of that."

"Can you make something that can clear my head?"

"Give me till tonight." The boy offered. "But to be honest… I think you're just suffering from a mild case of phobia. Getting the role of leader must be a heavy burden to bear. I'm sure if you give it time, it'll pass away. But if it still bothers you, I think I can give you something that will calm you down."

"I call it the brain smoother!" Again Nora interjected. "It's like a drink that takes your brain out, wash it in clean liquid before popping it back in all in order. It's a head turner I tell ya."

"I'll take your word for it." Jaune sighed before sitting back on his bed. "Still… I can't believe I actually made it to Beacon."

"Did you have any doubt?" Pyrrha reminded him. "You were astounding during the initiation."

"I didn't really do much." The blonde knight rubbed his head shyly as he was not used to receiving praise. "You guys did most of the work."

"Only because of your fine leadership." She pointed out recalling the moment when they had to face the Death Stalker and Nevermore in one setting. "You took charge of the situation. You were practically brimming that day. You were able to think of plans when everyone else was busy fighting."

"Yeah but still, I didn't really help out."

"Jaune. Being a good Hunter doesn't necessarily mean being good at fighting." The bronze goddess explained, gently patting his arms. "Many people can fight with their arms and legs but there are also those that can fight with their mind."

"Heh… mind over matter. That's an idea I can get behind." The blonde boy cheered up finally. "Maybe I am overthinking this. Yeah. As long as I can think of a plan to take down my enemies, I can let you guys do all the fighting."

"There's the spirit." Pyrrha playfully punched him earning a soft 'ow' from his mouth. "From here on out, you'll be leading the best team of Hunters this world has ever known."

"Yeah! High five!" But before Nora could get her morale boosting act, a voice from the opposite room caught their attention.

"WHAT! Did you say nine o'clock? It's 8:55 you dunce!"

Team JNPR looked outside only to find Team RWBY making a break for class.

"Oh crud! We're gonna be late!" Jaune urged his team quickly before bolting out the room himself. Ren and Pyrrha followed not far behind leaving the orangette with her hands still hanging?

"Really? You're just gonna leave me hanging?"

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As both teams rushed to their respective classes, Ozpin and Glynda noted their presence, timing their every second on the clock.

"It looks like these two teams aren't off to a good start." Ms. Goodwitch muttered, a bit engrossed on their tardiness. "Not unexpected…"

"Come now Glynda." Ozpin groaned. "These children still have a future ahead of them. One or two absences won't hurt their performance too badly."

"Oh I don't mind a few day-offs." Glynda replied. "It's that Jaune fellow I'm concerned about."

"Are you still on that? Can't you just let it go?"

"I'll let it go when he proves to me that he deserves to be in this school."

"Didn't you see his performance during the initiation?"

"They were hardly remarkable." Glynda crossed her arms in return. She did watch yesterday's clip of the fight. Though it seemed to be more of a manner of luck than skill.

After Jaune accidentally joined up with the rest of the other students, they were immediately beset by the Death Stalker and a Nevermore which Ruby and Weiss somehow managed to stir from its slumber. After retrieving the relics, the eight of them withdrew to a nearby tower which immediately set the stage of their battle.

Much to Glynda's surprise and Ozpin's delight, Jaune found himself to be at the center of this conflict. As they were cornered, something seemed to have snapped within the boy causing him to begin barking out orders which the other pairs cooperated without resistance. He commander Ruby and three other girls to handle the flying creature while the other half dealt with the Death Stalker besieging the tower.

Though the boy hardly participated in the fight, he certainly proved to be an excellent tactician. He thought on his feet and through his leadership they were able to defeat their opponent with relative ease. Heck, the boy even went as far as providing support to the other half of his troupe by letting his team provide covering fire against the Nevermore.

By day's end, the eight members were bonded as comrades in arm and sorted into teams.

"You're still going to take him to that practical exam of yours?" Ozpin asked likely knowing the answer already.

"Of course." She answered. "I intend to get to the bottom of this rather than beating around the bushes. Besides, I already have explicit permission. Don't worry… it will be a fair examination. Nothing more." With a satisfied groan, Glynda walked off with a triumphant posture.

Ozpin could only sigh as he knew that this little exercise would be anything but fair if she knew of Jaune's true abilities. He could only hope that the boy would achieve a satisfactory score at least to avoid some measure of suspicion.

(Classroom)

"Monsters. Demons… prowlers of the night." That was pretty much as far as Jaune got when he dozed off for a quick nap hiding behind his book. He was tired, despite the fact that he had a good night sleep. He wondered if it was because of that strange feeling he had in his head or perhaps it was because of the ongoing story-telling biography of the teacher in front of him.

Wasn't the study of Grimm supposed to be interesting? To learn the weaknesses of their enemies, their origin and such? Not some late generation Hunter boasting about his previous achievements. God it was so boring that half the class probably dozed off during the first ten minutes.

By the time that round Professor opened his mouth, his eyes began to close almost to the point that he almost dozed off by accident. It was only thanks to the effort of Pyrrha that he was able to stay up through half-way of the session. He was grateful though. If this had been Nora, who knows what she might've done to keep him awake. Probably a minute long pinch or a punch to the stomach? He got shivers just thinking about it.

The only entertaining factor of this lesson was Ruby who, by all accounts didn't even look like she was paying attention to what Professor Port was saying. She doodled a drawing of the teacher which made him stifle a laugh and began acting in various hilarious ways which made her sister join in on the fun. In another life, that girl would've easily awarded the title of class clown but in this case, it seems that boredom was playing a major factor in that act. Heck… if Ruby didn't do it, he probably would've… at some point. The only one who didn't seem so appreciative of the red riding hood's gesture was her partner who look mildly irritated for some reason.

"So who among you believe to be the embodiment of these traits?"

"I do!"

All eyes turned to Weiss.

(Cafeteria)

Food… the basic necessity of all life. It mattered not if you were human or Grimm or a fish in the sea, you still need your daily bread to supplement your strength. Jaune was glad that the class was over. Though it did turn out to be a bit exciting at the end, he had to admit that it was still darn boring. Who knew that a person could actually spend a whole three hour talking about himself? He wasn't sure whether to call that round man narcissistic or just plain goofy. But the last minute Grimm fight did spark back some interest.

"That's… quite a lot." Pyrrha pointed out gesturing to Jaune's plate which was practically full to the brim. "Are you sure you can finish that?"

Jaune himself wondered too. He didn't know why but he just had this sudden urge to eat everything in sight. He was just famished.

"I have to concur." Ren agreed taking a bite off his salad. "I've seen Nora's portion when she's hungry but you just… broke that record."

"Hey! I consider that a challenge!" The said orangette barked as she shoved down the pancakes she had been saving for a special occasion.

"Sorry… it's just that I feel really hungry for some reason." Jaune added taking a bite off his food which tasted spectacular. "Oh… that's better."

"Perhaps this has to do with your lightheadedness this morning." The redhead added reminding them of this morning's little wake up call. "None of us had the time to get our breakfast so this may explain why you felt so exhausted in class."

"I think that was just because of Professor Port's endless talk." Ren argued. "But other than the lesson I did find his story with his battle with the Goliath to be quite fascinating."

You actually listened to that mumbo jumbo?

Jaune wanted to ask but decided to withhold his tongue as he gorged on his plate. If someone actually had the nerve of steel to actually listen to that boring lecture, that's their business. They could write a spinoff series of that teacher's biography for all he cared.

The blonde boy barely noticed his train of thoughts leaving him as his soup began to spill on his armor.

"Jaune. You're spilling." Pyrrha pointed at him offering her tissue which he politely refused.

"It's fine. I got my own." He took out a familiar red fabric from his chest plate only to have the dust vial fall off to his plate.

"That's an odd color to go with you." Ren noted seeing as how that piece of torn fabric didn't look like it matched anything the boy wore.

"It's not really mine."

"Oooooh! What's this?" Nora noted the vial and gleefully picked it up without question.

"Ah! Hey! That one IS mine!" Jaune reached out to grab only to find himself held back by the head like a ten year old being bullied by a teenager.

"Ooh. Dust. Must be expensive." Nora added, inspecting the vial before her partner snatched it from her.

"Nora. What did we say about taking other people's stuff?" Ren scolded.

"Umm… to… not do it?"

"Correct." The green garbed warrior replied with a caring smile. "And that's not exactly how you treat the leader of the team. But… hmm… that's odd." It only took a glance before Ren took interest in the vial noticing the Black Dust inside reacting to his semblance. "I've never seen Black Dust before."

"It was a gift." Jaune explained unconvincingly. "Well… at least I think it was a gift. One of my sisters gave it to me… I guess."

"It must be pretty important if you kept it with you all this time." Pyrrha added supporting her partner. "What is it used for?"

"I'm… not really sure myself." He answered. "I'm not exactly an expert on dust… and this guidebook that Ruby gave me isn't exactly helping." Jaune thought back of that little pamphlet that Ruby handed him the other day. He expected to learn something about the stuff but it was nothing more but a guideline on how to safely work with the stuff. The only thing it described is how dangerous dust was to people who did not respect its powers.

Nora quickly stumbled on her plate pointing at her beloved Ren with excitement marring her eyes. "Oooh ooh! Why don't you ask Ren? He knows everything about dust! He's a total expert when it comes to this stuff!"

"Only on medicinal purposes." The raven haired boy corrected darting a mean gaze at his friend's exaggerated explanation. "I don't know the full concept of dust but I can get you a rough understanding if you'll let me analyze it."

His offer was more than enough to get Jaune to cooperate. What was there to lose? He definitely wasn't a pro with that stuff and as far as he could tell, having Ren hold onto it would be a lot safer than him or Nora. God knows that the girl had enough firepower in her hammer alone without dust to add into that equation.

"Alright, I guess I'll take you up on that offer." The boy handed the vial back feeling somewhat relieved that he no longer had to hold such a mysterious object all the time.

"I'll have it done by tomorrow."

"Mr. Arc." A familiar feminine voice suddenly called out earning the team's attention. It was a very formal tone and hardly anyone… wait… no scratch that. No one on earth has ever called Jaune, Mr. Arc before unless they were referring to his father.

To their surprise, the voice that interrupted their little break came from none other than Ms. Goodwitch, the infamous professor of Beacon Academy. She stood at the end of their table stoic and intimidating as usual. Her mere presence alone seemed to have killed the joy of the cafeteria and if it was even possible, the light around the room began to dim as if she was the dark cloud that came over the school.

"Oh… Mis… I mean… Professor." The blonde boy stuttered in his words. "What… can I do for you today?"

"You don't need to worry, Mr. Arc. You're not in trouble" She began.

Not yet at least…

"We would like to have your assistance in an evaluation of ours. The Academy has recently come across some new holographic training equipment and Professor Ozpin wishes you to participate in its test."

"Test?" Pyrrha inquired almost believing that Jaune was going to become some sort of lab rat.

"To see that the new training equipment is up to par with our standards." Glynda explained quickly covering up loose ends. "Since the cost of drones takes a lot from the school's budget we would like to integrate this new technology and see if it would actually improve our student's combat skills or… at the very least raise them to a level of skill."

"Oooh… that sounds like fun." Nora gleefully added only to earn an evil glare from the blonde teacher who made her duck behind Ren's clothes. "Eeep!"

"Your answer, Mr. Arc?"

"Uh… why me?"

"Professor Ozpin highly recommended you for this exercise." She answered plainly. "According to your transcript, the exercise shouldn't prove that difficult. We simply wish to see if it will work as intended and we thought that an 'exemplary' student such as yourself would be suited for the task." She then pulled out her scroll which displayed the boy's forged transcript which glowed brightly with marks that would make a valedictorian green with envy.

Graduated, top of his class with perfect grades, excellent combat skills, a natural born leader with people skills, problem solver and more than enough extra credit activity to graduate thrice over. There was even a notice that he was personally recommended by a teacher in Mantle Huntsman Academy who recently retired some time ago so all contact information regarding that said teacher was impossible to retrieve.

They were all of course… forged.

The transcript was needed to be good enough to be accepted in Beacon but not enough to warrant a full investigation. Jaune made sure that it was just perfect enough not cast suspicion over the faculties otherwise this would be a very short term indeed.

"Your transcript says that you are an excellent fighter. That alone should be more than sufficient."

"Well, that's good and all but wouldn't someone with less skills be useful for something like this?" Jaune argued. If there was no sure way to talk his way out, he'll gloat his way out. "I mean… if I'm an excellent fighter already, wouldn't that defeat the purpose of the training? Maybe you can ask someone who can bring out the best of it and getting better results in the new equipment."

It was a perfect bluff. Tell them that he's too good for it. Sure it may look arrogant but if it'll get him out of doing something that'll blow his cover he'll be willing to start a fan club of his own if he has to.

But Glynda was devious. Though she looked almost likely to give up on the second attempt she merely adjusted her glasses before continuing. "Most certainly not, Mr. Arc. Using such dangerous equipment on trainees would be inexcusable for a school which is exactly why we require someone of your excellent skills to test them. As someone who obviously excelled more than most students here it is your duty to ensure that they reach your level of skill without hindrance. You wouldn't want to put your own classmates in danger, would you now, Mr. Arc?"

Was she using a mixture of praise and guilt to get him to join this little experiment of hers because that was the feeling that Jaune was getting from her tone. He was sweating. Glynda's eyes looked down on him like a piercing emerald that could analyze the very ectoplasm of his soul. He hesitated, looking at his team trying to bide his time for a better reply before Glynda beat him to it.

"If it will entice you, Mr. Arc… I can add this little test to be circulated in your overall score. Think of it as a… special extra-credit project that would benefit both you and the school."

"That sounds like an excellent offer." Pyrrha stated which only seemed to add to Jaune's demise.

"Cool. You get points by beating up lifeless dolls. Aww… I'm jealous." Nora groaned much to Ren's dismay.

"It would be nice to have a first look at this new holographic training simulator." The green warrior nodded which only made Jaune facepalm internally. "Do you mind if we observe the test?"

"I suppose I can accommodate a few audiences." Glynda replied with a hint of a bothersome tone in her voice. "But that would be completely up to Mr. Arc."

All eyes turned to him with an expected look. All the high expectations, all the hopes in their gaze. It would soon come crumbling down on him soon enough.

"Alright… I'll do it."

Chug… chug… chug…

He could hear someone digging his grave.

Glynda's lips bore a hint of a smile. If Jaune didn't know better, he'd think that this was some kind of elaborate trap to get him to fess up his fake credentials. "Excellent Mr. Arc. Please report to the new training room after class. That will be all."

Chink… chink… chink…

Was there someone chiseling his name on a tombstone?

(School balcony)

Jaune couldn't bear to see his friends after that. Ever since he accepted that request, the food he had tasted like ash in his mouth and the milk alone churned out the wrong way in his stomach. He couldn't stand to be in that place so he quickly devised an excuse saying that he needed some time for practice. Thankfully his friends all seemed convinced that he was actually going to do that.

But instead, the boy decided to take a stroll around the school ground hoping to figure out a plan to get him out of this situation. There was no way in heck he was going to pass that practical test. The best possible scenario he could think of was perhaps walking out of there alive with all of his limbs scattered across the room and the moment that happens, all the credibility of his transcript will come into question or worse yet… evaporate into thin air.

What's the worst that could happen to a student who cheated his way to Beacon Academy? If you think about it, the people here might just laugh it off and send him off with a slap on the wrist. Yeah… that sounded about right.

Ah who was he kidding? White lie or not he was sure that he would never be allowed within these walls ever again. Hell, he'd probably be banned from all Hunter Academies. His face would be drawn on posters in every guardhouse depicting a cheater, fraudster, liar and forger all in one setting. His family's name would be dragged through the mud, his sisters alone would never forgive him and his parents might as well disown a piece of trash like him.

All these scenarios lay out plainly on the boy. It was enough to send him to a rollercoaster ride of depression. Was it still too late to run away?

Maybe he could make an excuse. Tell them that he had some kind of family emergency and had to run home. No… that wouldn't work. Hell… even he doubt it would fool the teachers here. We're talking about bloodhound Hunters here, not some pencil pushing teachers. They'd smell a lie the moment it came into their den.

All he could do now was to wait for the inevitable day to come.

But it was on that train of thoughts that the boy felt a bump on the track sending him back to reality.

"Ow! Watch where you're going!" No surprising, it was the heiress who crashed on him. Strange. He hardly felt a thing.

"Sorry." The boy apologized, extending his hand to aid her, which he mistook her swatting hands as acceptance. Amazingly enough, Jaune found the girl to be incredibly light… almost like she weighed lighter than the snow she depicted as.

"Oh great, not you again." Weiss grunted just enough for him to hear. "Is the universe trying to annoy me today?"

Geez… and here he thought Yang had bad table manners.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Jaune apologized again expecting the Ice Queen to lay out another barrage of insults but decided to wave it off. She dusted herself, trying to find reason only to come up even more annoyed.

"Forget it. You can't train old dog new tricks anyway." What the hell was that supposed to mean anyway? "Anyway, have you seen Professor Port?"

"Who?"

"Professor Peter Port!" She yelled. "You know? The round man with the mustache? The guy who taught us on Grimm class earlier today? The man with the gold bust in his classroom? I was told he was here."

Was he? Jaune titled his head as he tried to recall the faces that came across. He did notice a large round man earlier but he couldn't really tell if that was him. He was quite busy visualizing all those terrible scenarios earlier.

"Sorry… I don't think I saw him." The silver haired heiress sighed at his answer. He could tell that the girl wasn't having a good day. "Is… something the matter?"

"Why do you care?"

Yikes? Try to touch a cute porcupine and it stiffens its nails at you.

"My dad always said that you should always lend an ear to a lady." He explained trying to remain calm and composed despite everything that she's been throwing at him. "We might not be friends but that doesn't mean I can't listen to your problems now and then."

"Really? And you think for even a second that talking to you would actually make me feel better?"

"Well actually…"

"You really think that if I told you that it is inconceivable that I wasn't made leader of my own team would actually let this budding steam off my chest!?"

"What I meant was…"

"And you really think that if I told you that I have to follow that half-wit Ruby, would make me feel better!? What makes you think that!?"

Jaune recoiled at the mere shock of her voice. Her tempering tantrum was so violent that she might've cut him a few times with that dust powered rapier of hers. But much to Weiss's amazement, letting it all out did have some affect. Though not enough to quench her irritation and annoyance, it was certainly a start.

"So… I'm guessing you have a problem with your team?" The boy asked a bit hesitant to receive the answer.

"I most certainly have!" She barked now fully raging, unaware that her feelings were leaking out. "It is absolutely unfair that I, a member of the Schnee was not made leader of my own team. But instead that role goes to that immature wannabe."

Unfairness of not being leader? Jaune could relate… somewhat…

He had to admit that it didn't seem fair that he was made leader either. Heck, he was sure that both Ren and Pyrrha could've made better leader than he could. Certainly not Nora, but that wasn't really saying much. Having her as team leader is like asking a mentally challenged Space Marine to be team leader with a Mantis Class Military Assault Droid acting as his/her pet.

But then… the girl's personality reminded Jaune of something from home. Something that he was experienced in.

"Well… I think Ruby makes a great leader." The boy argued only to earn another evil glare from the heiress. Do all women have these or just the ones he knew? "What I'm trying to say is… I think you're not being fair to Ruby. I mean… you've only known her for what? Three days? Don't you think she deserves a chance to prove herself before you make your assumptions? Besides, not everyone can be great leaders at the beginning. I'm sure if you give her time, she'll do better."

"You don't know that."

"No… I don't." He agreed. "But I have faith. I believe she can be a great leader if someone would just give her the opportunity."

"But what about me?" Weiss argued. "Don't I get a chance?"

"I can't answer that question." Jaune replied maturely. "I'll be honest… I'm not really familiar with the Schnee family myself. Maybe you can be a better leader that Ruby, maybe not. But what you can do right now is listen to Ruby and see what she can do first before you go offing your mouth like that. I think she's trying to become the best leader she can be herself. I'm sure that she's trying her hardest just to reach everyone's expectations of her, even yours…"

Weiss paused in her words trying to find a counter but her throat dried up.

Seizing the silence, Jaune continued. "I can see that you're upset… but honestly, you should be supporting Ruby. I know that you're disappointed that you weren't picked to be leader but when that time comes I'm sure you'll shine. But right now, you need to prove to your team that you're not trying to be the best leader you can be… but be the best Hunter you can be."

The heiress was at a loss for words. Was she too stubborn to see it? Was her pride getting in the way of her actions? Of her team?

"You say all this like you've seen it before."

Jaune threw a laugh. "Maybe it's because I have." He quietly leaned on the grail facing the school. "In fact… you kinda remind me of my sisters. Our family isn't exactly on the top class but we get by. Every time we stop by the city, my sisters would look at all these fancy stores wondering what to buy. They'd even pitch their allowances together just to get one dress for the whole family. And every time our parents wouldn't them something… they'd throw a tantrum just like what you're doing now."

Weiss shook as if she was struck by lightning. Was she the childish one? Was she the one who was immature in this whole scene? The thought never came to her mind.

"Anyway… what I'm saying is that, Ruby deserves a chance to try." Jaune finished. "Would you feel good if someone thought that you didn't deserve a chance to be a leader?"

No…

Weiss shyly replied in her silence, uncomfortably holding the side of her arm, unconsciously turning away to meet his confident gaze. The boy's words made sense. Perhaps he was right… perhaps she was so used to everything going her way that she was throwing a tantrum when something she expected to be hers was tossed to someone else because of some random jumble of letters.

"So… you think you can do that?" Jaune asked seeing her eyes meeting his for the first time without the malice she constantly have. "Can you give Ruby a chance to be the best leader she can be?"

A silent pause came by. Weiss didn't even realize how late their conversation had gone until the dust powered lanterns turned on in synch.

"Fine." She said finally sounding convinced. "I guess everyone deserves a chance… even if it is her. But the moment I find her incompetent, I'm taking the slot!"

"I wouldn't have it any less, Snow Angel." Jaune extended his hand finding the silver haired heiress turning away. He noticed a hint of red appearing but that was probably just the inside of her coat reflecting in his eyes. "Oh… and before I forget. Here…" He took out a familiar object from his pocket dangling it in front of her.

"My pendant!" Weiss snatched it. "I've been looking for this all over. Where did you…"

"You kinda dropped it… when we first met… near the rest room." He answered shyly.

Again, Weiss turned a shade of the inner color of her shirt. She couldn't tell whether she was embarrassed about the bathroom or the fact that he was returning a precious trinket back to her possession. "Well, Jaune Arc… I supposed I should say… thank you. You really… made me feel better."

"Any time." The boy waved back as he watched the heiress retreat back to the school but not before casting another gaze at him with a hint of a smile turning on her lips.

Unaware to both of them, Professor Ozpin was there hiding behind one of the pillars, eavesdropping on the whole conversation. He took a sip from his mug, darting a look at Jaune who turned to look at the broken moon, a proud smile coming across his face.