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Editing by: Freckles Fiction

Round 34

The tragedy of a single person meant relatively little to hundreds of others.

Jaune felt his platitude belonged in a cookie, accompanying some Mistralian food. Albeit, a small part of his brain must have believed the melodramatic thought if the idea floated first and foremost in his head. He scrubbed at a suspicious stain, while on his hands and knees, as he considered.

It had been three months since the 'tragedy'. Time passed and people moved on. The first week Yang had been a headliner in the local news, people came to check up on her while others ended their membership and left. Then she had gone into surgery, sparking a whole new level of interest, which faded as fast as it had came.

There had been flowers, several stuffed animals, and the most welcome baskets of fruit, but in the end concern for a fighter most people barely saw, for at most an hour of their day, garnered less and less attention.

Beacon had reached an equilibrium, an awkward and unsteady one. While Jaune and the staff were still reeling, Beacon was first and foremost a business. People paid to have access to clean facilities, receptive trainers, and Beacon had to provide.

Sure personally, Jaune recognized the strife Yang and her family were going through and was all too happy to pass the time without guidance. He felt completely fine chipping in with cleaning while still paying his monthly fee, but what could he expect from other members? Consideration, kindness, or empathy that lasted longer than an instance? Nah, he expected too much. Not that he cared or anything. Nope, didn't bother him in the slightest.

A growling sound pulled him from his brief monologue. The mat he had been cleaning had been scrubbed raw, sparkling without a hint of dirt. Huh, maybe he was a little concerned with the state of everything. Or the cleaner was getting to him.

Jaune took a deep breath. It smelled like lemon.

Yeap, definitely the cleaner.

"Arc, how much longer could you possible need to clean a single class space?" asked a shrill voice.

"I just finished, Weiss," said Jaune, getting up so he could talk to the agent properly. The first thing he saw was the glare, sharp and unforgiving, but her expression was a constant, a consistent part of her character. What made him pause, which was not consistent with the Weiss he knew, was her outfit.

A navy blue compression top covered only the upper portion of her torso, exposing her bare midriff and arms. A matching pair of shorts ran through to the upper third of her thighs. The only thing which prevented the normally conversative girl from being in, what boiled down to, underwear, was a thin white windbreaker.

"Hmph, it is about time," said Weiss, arms crossed. Noticing his looks, her eyes narrowed. "Do you have something to say?"

"No, no, not at all." It's just workout wear. Everyone wears stuff like that. "I, uh, am just surprised."

"Surprised?"

"I mean you look good."

"Excuse me?!"

Ergh, he had such a way with words. Jaune closed his eyes in an attempt to hide from the rather terrifying woman. She wasn't wearing underwear, he had to think of it like a swimsuit. Then again, weren't swimsuits like underwear … No, no, nope, there lay madness. He'd just look Weiss in the eyes. Funny how he had gotten used to everyone else at Beacon wearing sports attire, but Weiss's change stood out.

His eyes glanced at the hand wraps and the knee pads. "I'm surprised you accepted the request of hosting a class."

"Ah, well." Weiss's glare lightened from murderous to contemptuous. "I figured it would be a good time to showcase Atlas's style of the martial arts."

"Ruby had mentioned that a while back," said Jaune, to the impressed look of Weiss. "I thought the Atlesian System was just MMA."

"Then you only confirm my opinion of you," said Weiss, her prior look shriveling and dying a cold death. What she thought of him was left unspoken, but by the way she continued speaking to him in a slow and controlled way, it was pretty obvious. "The Atlesian System is a comprehensive blend of every effective technique in traditional martial arts. It is created so each practitioner may adjust the system to their own preference and body type." She raised a finger. "Not to mention its application toward Atlas special forces, police departments, and personal self protection, with its weapons defense training."

Jaune heard the words and nodded. "So, MMA?"

"You absolutely insufferable dunce," said Weiss, her voice rising from screeching to ear stabbing. "If you must make such a droll comparison, you should show its due respect and say MMA is just the Atleasian System."

Jaune really couldn't tell the difference. Besides one having more to do with self defense, incorporating illegal moves in the ring, both MMA and the Atlesian System looked the same. Still, he knew better than to voice his comments and nodded several times.

Maybe I could ask Ruby later, it might be a good way to talk to her again. Anything to start a not completely awkward conversation.

Weiss continued, unaware of his thoughts, "Besides, I was asked quite nicely, I might add, to help and this time I had no other commitments."

"Is it because of Yang?"

"No, Arc, and before you start, do not mope for something you had no control of and no business asking about."

"She is my friend."

"Let me rephrase myself. Do not worry about something you should not be asking about. As her agent, her career is a personal subject."

"Ah, I guess you're right," said Jaune, wincing. He tried with Pyrrha and look where that had gotten him.

Weiss rolled her eyes, twice, for good measure. "However, as her friend, I can tell you, no it is not the lack of prospective fights in the near future that has reduced my work load."

"Then what has?"

"I have suspended all other business deals until I can speak with the head of Vale's Fighting Commission," said Weiss, with a flick of her hair. "Any other business endeavors would have been met with constant digging for information of Yang's state. Which I cannot give and would not."

"So, you decided to host a class." He tried to phrase his words in a way to not set the girl off. "That's ... very charitable of you, Weiss."

"There is no charity about it. I am being compensated for my work."

"I guess that makes sense. Qrow must have asked so he could have more free time."

"Qrow? He had the gall to ask me to do the gym's taxes. Taxes!" Weiss growled as she made her way on the mat, dumping a box of training equipment on the white surface. "No. Ever since then the drunk has not approached me with any requests to help."

"Ruby, then?"

The agent flicked her hair. "Blake asked me."

"Blake?" Jaune asked, trying not to look too surprised. Every other time he had seen the pair interact, he would have described it as barely amicable.

"That is right. She asked me during one of our morning cups of coffee."

"I hadn't realized either of you have hung out or even liked each other."

Weiss picked up one of the pads, saw the crack in the leather and sniffed. Her face immediately wrinkled in disgust as she tossed the pad to the side . "She is one of the few people in this gym not filled to the brim in testosterone and lunacy."

Jaune blinked and began listing people off his fingers. "There's Yang, Ruby and Nora. Not to mention, I'm pretty sure most of our clientele are women."

"I rest my case."

"Come to think of it, many of the fighters I've seen are women, I haven't heard anything about a men's league."

Weiss ignored him. "Besides, Blake and I often exchange pointers, her style uses similar techniques to my own. She asked if I could demonstrate the differences to the masses."

Jaune forced himself to debate the male and female spread of fighters at a later time. "So, it's a joint class?"

"That is correct. We will be demonstrating forms and a few self defense maneuvers for beginners."

Jaune tried not to grimace. From what he saw, beginner classes involved very slow and very basic techniques. Beginner classes fit the name, but were thoroughly boring.

"You competition obsessed people are all the same."

"I'm not obsessed-"

Weiss cut him off. "There are many more aspects to combative studies than competition and I hope you, Ruby, and Yang, eventually come to realize that. You would do well to appreciate the basics."

"Heh, lay it into him, Ice Queen."

Weiss's eyes locked on the newcomer. "I will not take any comments from the peanut gallery."

"Whoa, what did I do?"

"You, Mr. Brawnwen, are a prime example of what happens to people after having nothing to do besides competition."

"Hey," complained Qrow, "I'm a quality trainer."

"In addition to being an alcoholic, who lives with his sister's husband."

"Ex-husband."

Weiss raised an eyebrow.

Qrow raised both hands in surrender, not helping his case in the slightest as one hand held his flask, though the cap remained sealed tight. "Alright, alright, relax. I only came here to drop off the kiddos for your class today."

Only then did Weiss and Jaune notice the roughly dozen people, ranging from teenagers to middle age, shuffling awkwardly behind Qrow.

Qrow smirked. "Try not to scare off too many students."

"I would never," said Weiss, her face flushed. "Ahem, welcome, students, my name is Weiss Schnee and I will be teaching you today. The Atlesian System is a wonderful …"

"Let's walk before we follow the poor fools," said Qrow, sending pitiful looks to some in Weiss's class, their eyes already fogging over.

Jaune nodded, grabbing his cleaning supplies and heading to place them back.

After Jaune followed him for several paces, Qrow said, "Hitting on the Ice Queen? I thought you had the hots for my niece."

Jaune stuttered, almost tripping over his two feet and into Blake. She eyed him and the sponge that fell from his bucket with a wet plop. He waved off the weird look from the receptionist, who rarely ever worked as a receptionist, and turned red faced toward the older man.

"I wasn't hitting on Weiss."

"Didn't deny the second part I see."

"I wasn't- I mean I never hit on Ruby."

"Ruby? I was talking about Yang."

"Qrow…"

"Pretty agressive trying to hit on my dear niece while she has a broken arm."

"I don't have the hots for Yang!"

"But you do have the hots for Ruby?"

"I didn't say that. Wait-I, ergh..." Jaune's arm slashed across the air. Maybe, if he swung fast enough, he could cut down Qrow's words before they reached his brain. Maybe, he could cut down Qrow.

The bastard laughed. "Easy, I was only kidding, half kidding. Figured I'd try and lighten up the situation before getting to business."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't bring any of that up, it's been awkward with Ruby enough as it is." Jaune's brain caught up with the man's last statement. "Wait, what business?"

Qrow went from sardonic to sadistic in an instant. "Training."

"I've been following your regimen!" said Jaune, suddenly worried. "To the letter."

"Oh did you now? I would hope so since I was kind enough to give you a schedule to work on during the time I wouldn't be able to personally train you." Qrow scratched his chin as he paused, watching Jaune sweat. "What was the plan again?"

"Striking classes thrice a week and grappling twice."

"Conditioning?"

"Deadlifts, squats, and overhead presses on a non class day. Alternating: push ups, shoulder presses and flys with pull ups, rows, and curls, during class days. One day of rest."

"That it?"

There was more? Jaune wracked his mind, thinking back to the conversation in the hospital. Qrow had sat him down, while he was still floating off of his win and simultaneously worrying about the state of Yang's arm, when he detailed his entire plan.

The workout was relatively simple. Push ups or pull ups. Presses or rows. Flys or curls. The patented Brawnwen sadism came in the rest period. The plan started Jaune with a full minute of rest in between sets with a five second reduction the next time he cycled the workout. Qrow had said that with little rest it would help him get used to the burn, and to Jaune's spite, it worked. The blond followed the plan religiously as he felt the benefits. So what was he missing?

Finally, he just threw in what he did on his own. "I started running in the morning too."

"Oh? What kind of running?"

"Jogging, I've been trying to work on building a larger foundation."

"Call me impressed. I was just going to make sure you've been stretching. Don't want to pull a muscle after all, but I like your initiative, kid. Let's add that on too. Every day except your rest day."

Jaune could do nothing else, but groan.

"At least, I know you haven't been slacking too much, while I've been busy," said Qrow, slapping a hand on Jaune's shoulder. "Now, we move on to the next level."

"There's a next level?"

"Well, I heard you've been practicing with Greenie-"

"Ren?"

"-And Pinkie-"

"You're doing that on purpose."

"- to improve your ground game. Heh, those rounds of the fight bothering you huh?" Qrow unclipped a slip of paper from his clipboard. On it was a picture of a rather scary looking man in a gi, with a date set for a month out. "So, how does a grappling match sound?"

"A grappling match?"

"Yeap, NAGA is one of the premier places for newbies like you to get some quality grappling time."

"Wait, it's spelled right here as the Northern Vale Grappling Association."

"The V is silent."

"Uhuh …"

Qrow nodded and pointed to the paper. "A lot of traditional grapplers mixed with the new age MMA scene. A whole day of just grappling, so you don't have to worry about ruining your pretty face."

"Isn't this pretty sudden?"

Qrow snorted, "Kid, you aren't a pro. There's no three month training camps as an amateur. When a match comes up you take it."

"I'm not sure," said Jaune. Perhaps, it was his conversation with Weiss or his guilt, but was competition really all that important right now?

"Well, think about it. You don't have too much time to get into gear if you decide to do it."

Jaune nodded, crossing past the locker rooms and stowing his cleaning supplies. The idea appealed to him, but if he trained even more than he did now, who'd help with the cleaning? He'd taken the job as a means to help the gym in the small way he could as penance. His attempt at fixing the main problem had been a massive screw up. Guilty and smelling of citrus, Jaune was in the perfect spot to overhear the conversation coming from the installed ring and designated sparring area.

"Dew, you don't have to leave. I'll spar with you," said a voice, that could only be Ruby.

"We've sparred already and you're great,"replied a feminine voice, Dew, if Jaune heard right. "I just don't think Beacon has what I am looking for."

"What, what's wrong? If you're looking for more training, there's Blake, or Uncle Qrow-"

"That's alright. I uh, I have a team waiting for me back in Vacuo, and I think they miss me."

"You just said it was because you didn't find what you wanted here!" said Ruby, her voice a high pitched whine.

Qrow, from around the bend, groaned. He scrubbed his face. "Knew this was coming."

Jaune peeked to see the girl for the first time. "Who is she? What's she even talking about?"

"One of the kiddo's I had a session with. Thought I could try my luck and see if she'd stay."

It hadn't worked, obvious by how the girl shook her head, sending waves of brown hair flying left and right as she backed away from Ruby, who closed in on her with teary eyes.

"Please," begged Ruby, with hands clasped in front of her face. "Let's go for another round. I'll show you how awesome Beacon is."

"You normally train up when you prep for a fight." Dew continued a steady retreat toward the watching duo as she spoke. "And I'm sure you're at least a weight class under me."

"I'll grow, I drink milk!"

"In the next week? I'm sorry, but I already have a flight back to Vacuo."

Ruby, unfazed by Dew's logic, continued to press as Dew grew more and more desperate with her excuses. Jaune moved to volunteer himself. He might not be the most skilled, but he was bigger than Dew and he never trained with her before. There was something to be said about novelty, right?

Just as Jaune moved to take a step around the corner, a blur patted his shoulder and passed by with a subtle wink from a green eye. It happened so fast, Jaune didn't have the time to speak. He could only open his mouth in mute horror.

"If you are looking for a training partner, I would be honored," said the person.

Dew spun, her expression visible for the first time. Mounting irritation flashed, but it all dropped to a slack drawn gape.

Dressed in a brown top, artfully mixed with swirls of bronze and a swirling red skirt that matched her hair, Pyrrha Nikos stood in the outfit she wore and won with in every fight. She even wore the shining circlet, marking her as the one and only champion.

"Pyrrha!" shouted Ruby, raising an accusing finger.

"Hello, Ruby," said Pyrrha, waving. "Thank you for having me at Beacon for the duration of my stay."

"I-what?" asked Ruby, whirling to shoot Qrow and Jaune with a questioning look.

They both shook their heads.

Snapping back onto the taller girl, Ruby said, "We talked about this, Pyrrha-"

"Nikos, the champion," finished Dew, finding her voice, before scooping the champion's hands in her own. "Can I have an autograph? My team will never believe I met you in person."

"I would love to. However, would you rather not spar?" said Pyrrha, extricating herself to raise a bag stuffed full of equipment. "I arrived in hopes of getting a good workout in and I overheard your situation. I promise not to hamper your preparation." She smiled. "If you would have me?"

"I-Yes, sure, very much. Please!"

"Hey, wait a second," said Ruby.

She went ignored as the Champion brought a hand up to her lips in shock. "I'm sorry, but would our training force you to miss your flight?"

"Forget about that," said Dew, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I'll swim back home, before I miss out on a chance to train with the Champion."

"Pyrrha..."

"If you're sure."

"I am. How long are you staying in Vale? I-I could stay longer if you needed a consistent training partner."

"Pyrrha."

"Well now, I am sure we can work something out." Pyrrha laughed. "How about I meet you in the ring so we may talk about it and train?"

"O-Okay. I'll meet you there, let me change. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Ruby's glare grew as Dew ran past the champion, Jaune, and Qrow, toward the changing rooms, until it reached the boiling point.

"Pyrrha!"

The champion smiled kindly and waved. "Hello again."

Ruby sucked in a breath, her cheeks puffing up. "What are you doing here?"

"I recognize our last encounter had ended on a bad note-"

"A bad note?" said Ruby, her words growing fast. "There wasn't even a good note. In fact, the entire song is bad."

"Perhaps, I had used a bad choice of words."

"I mean what did you even think would even come of it?"

"I thought I could help."

"I thought, we explained that you can't help Yang?"

"Then let me help you," said Pyrrha, her voice rising to match Ruby's.

Ruby blinked. "Help me?"

"You, Beacon. I recognize I may not be the right person to help your sister, but I can still help the gym." Pyrrha saw the moment Ruby paused to consider the possibilities and jumped on it. "Since one of your main fighters is indisposed at the moment, I can assist with filling the void."

"You think taking Yang's place is a good idea?" asked Ruby.

"No, no, never," Pyrrha said, before sighing. "Yang had been a draw for many of your customers, albeit as fans or up and coming fighters. I could do the same. I know holding paying customers can be difficult."

Ruby stood straight, crossing her arms indignantly. "Beacon is doing fine."

Pyrrha turned and sent a pleading look toward the two onlookers.

Jaune had no idea where to begin. Apparently, Qrow did. "You know, kiddo, I don't think we're in too much of a position to turn her down."

Ruby gasped, "Uncle Qrow!"

"Hey, I'm just stating the facts. I've been looking through the paperwork and another pair of hands would be nice," said Qrow, giving Pyrrha a once over.

Pyrrha quickly added, "I'll volunteer my time."

"And if cereal girl wants to do it for free," he shrugged, "I don't see any reason to turn her down."

"You don't even do paperwork," said Ruby, glaring at her uncle, as she stamped her foot. "You just go into Dad's office and shuffle the papers around until you pass out!"

Qrow coughed into his fist. "Why don't we go back to blaming the redhead."

"Hey now …" said Pyrrha.

Ruby interrupted them both. "What about Yang or Dad?" Her voice grew until she was shouting, "There's no way they'll be okay with having the girl who broke Yang's arm here!"

The smaller girl's words bounced around the room, leaving an awkward moment where only the sound of Ruby's heavy breathing could be heard. Before any of the three members could comment the patter of feet sounded behind them.

"I'm back!" said Dew, jogging back into the room. The huge grin on her face froze the minute she saw everyone's expressions. "Am I interrupting something?"

Qrow found his voice first. "Nah, we just needed to get some of the paperwork done before she jumped into the ring." The older man shot Dew a smirk. "But I know children have so little patience, so why don't you have fun and I'll finish up with Nikos after." Turning to Pyrrha, Qrow handed her a small card. "Message me when you're done. We do need to work out the details."

"It would be my pleasure," said Pyrrha, her entire body beaming, only to dim ever so slightly as she guided Dew to the cage.

Jaune blinked, blinked again, and finally rubbed his eyes. Had Pyrrha just shoved her way into Beacon, just like that? A glance toward Ruby, and Jaune had a different train of thought.

"Maybe I should head home for the day," said Jaune, already backing away.

A hand clamped on his shoulder. "Hold on, kid. You brought Cereal girl, you stay for the consequences."

"Uncle Qrow~" sang Ruby, in a sing song voice. It would have been sweet, if her eyes hadn't veiled themselves with only the barest slits visible. "I think we need to talk."

"I really think I should go. This seems like a private conversation," said Jaune.

"You wouldn't abandon me would you, kid?" Qrow paused. "Well you wouldn't run from your new trainer would you or should I say old trainer?"

"Qrow, I'd leave you even if it didn't come with another new training plan."

"Not me, kid," said Qrow, pointing at the slowly creeping visage of Ruby. "Her."

"Her?" asked Jaune.

"Me?!" asked Ruby.

"That's right."

"Qrow, I don't think this is a great idea right now."

"You're just trying to change the subject!"

An explosive whoosh of air echoed from the center of the training room, cutting off both fighters' complaints. Turning as one, the trio first saw Pyrrha, who forwent her circlet for a more fitting crimson headgear, with a set of matching bronze shin pads and gloves. The champion kneeled on the ground where the three onlookers saw the next point of interest. Dew, splayed across the mat in a fan of brown hair. The smaller girl laid face up, holding her stomach as she slowly rocked back and forth.

Jaune slapped a hand over his face. Ruby simply pointed toward the cage as she glared at her Uncle.

Qrow sighed, "Why don't I explain this somewhere else."

Dew groaned.

"How do you two kids feel about coffee?"

As Qrow weathered the storm of comments, complaints, and moaning, Pyrrha looked aghast.

"I'm sorry!"

Omake

"Why are we doing this again?"

"I already told you," said Ruby, giving her minion a quick once over.

"I know, I know," said her minion, rubbing a hoof across his face. "It's just … can I hear it again? I just want to make sure I haven't gone insane."

"My ScrollTube channel's been empty for a while now! If I want to get my viewers back and make that sweet, sweet advertisement Lien- I mean, if I want to spread the love of martial arts to a larger audience, I have to come back with a bang."

"And why does that mean I have to dress up like an idiot?" said the minion, eyes growing wide as he ducked.

To no avail as Ruby's irritated swing missed his head, but clipped an antler, sending him crashing to the ground in an explosion of artificial snow. "Jaune, where's your nondenominational holiday spirit?"

"It died of heatstroke inside of this suit," answered Jaune the minion, as he gestured to his outfit of glitter, wool, felt, paper mache, and more glitter.

"Hey, buster. My costume would never be so heartless as to kill someone's nondenominational holiday spirit," said Nora, grinning the grin of someone who was having far too much fun at Jaune's expense. The expression clashed with the green and red pantaloons she wore. No elf, who made toys for children, should smile like her. Nora cared little for such an opinion, however. She bent down and placed a single red ball over the tip of Jaune's nose . "Now get up, we have a show to run!"

It took a considerable amount of effort to get to his feet, which were covered and buried in thick brown cloth, that might, if you squinted hard enough, resemble hooves. In the end he accomplished the task with only one antler as a sacrifice. The appendage laid broken on the ground, leaking bits of newspaper and glue.

Jaune sighed, "Why am I the only person who's doing this?"

"You're not the only one," said Ruby. She flicked her head, sending the tail of a long, red hat flying. "I recruited Nora."

"Nora doesn't count."

"You bet your sweet butt I do!" shouted Nora, from somewhere in a pile of tinsel.

"Well, why didn't you ask Yang?"

Ruby raised an eyebrow. "Did you really just ask me that?"

"Er, what about Blake?"

"Help me," said the girl in question, who wore a pair of antlers and a bell."This is racist on so many levels."

"I don't see Ren."

"Jaune… We are no longer friends," said the man, who gave one hearty sigh before being tackled by a maniac, wielding a matching elf suit.

"Qrow…"

"That dunce found the eggnog," said a prim and proper voice.

"Oh come on," said Jaune, trying not at all to hide the whine in his voice. "Not you too, Weiss."

"What about me, Arc?"

Jaune pointed at the mess of white and blue clothing. "How did Ruby convince you to dress up like a snow angel!"

"Snow angel!" screeched the girl, turning a wonderful shade of red. "I always dress like this!"

"Uh, er, Ruby?" asked Jaune, turning away from the scary manager.

"Yes, Jaune," said Ruby, finally in her costume, complete with long, black boots and a red velvety dress adorned with white fur lining.

"One condition, we just call it Christmas."

"Okie dokie."

"Let's do it …"

"Alright!" Ruby ran up to a thin, black device, flipped the switch, and smiled into the lens. "Here we go. Take it away, Jaune."

~/~

A lanky, young man stood in the center of the frame. His blond hair was hidden by the hood of brown felt, leaving a pair of googly eyes bobbing all about. One antler was missing, nowhere in sight. The other stood tall, all painted and bright. The man wore a nose, shining red and jolly, and pinned to his chest was a tiny piece of holly. Sighing to himself and mumbling something that sounded like folly, the man slapped hooves on his cheeks and started singing, very loudly.

"On the first day of Christmas my trainer gave to me, a jab, cross, with a flying knee."

All to our horror, the man continued to sing. The full twelve days is not a short fling.

"On the second day of Christmas my trainer gave to me, two boxing gloves and a jab, cross, with a flying knee."

Cheering from a side out of the frame, a young girl dressed as Santa. Using a holiday song for a quick boost of fame? Meh, it doesn't really matter.

"On the third day of Christmas my trainer gave to me, three double legs, two boxing gloves, and a jab, cross, with a flying knee."

"Yes," shouted an elf, diving for another. All while a faunas grumbled to herself, "Oh what a bother."

"On the fourth day of Christmas my trainer gave to me, four training partners, three double legs, two boxing gloves, and a jab, cross, with a flying knee."

"I don't always dress the same. Arc, I demand you rescind your accusation," cried a girl, dressed in boring white. "Hey I can hear your Narration." Ugh, must she make everything such a fight?

The young man reached the pinnacle, his pitch sharp and quite high. He sang the fifth day and if we were to be critical, I think we would all ask the same, why?

"On the fiftth day of Christmas my trainer gave to me~"

Please let it end, I want some more nog. Share some with a lady friend? Eh, we might even snog.

"Five rounds of sparring~~~"

"Do your job, Uncle Qrow!" shouted Santa, livid at the drunk.

"How do you rhyme with Santa?" asked the narrator, before he collapsed with a thunk.

"Four training partners, three double legs, two boxing gloves, and a jab, cross with a flying knee~!~!"

Without a narrator the song had to end. Ruby waved to the camera, to the relief of most of her friends.

All except one who shouted in fury.

"Nora demands Blake continue to dress up like a furry!"

Things came to a close in fists and angry crashes. Lots of exasperated sighing, not to mention a change of fashion. Left in the center still dressed to the tee, was our Sensei Ruby, who smiled with glee. "Merry Christmas, everyone! Make sure to subscribe with me!"

Author's Note

As our dear sensei Ruby said, Merry non denominational holiday to you all. I tried to post this chapter on christmas, but a storm knocked my power out haha. Oh, well.

I hope you all enjoyed the little omake, it's just for fun, so try not to think too hard about it.

In regards to the chapter, we're getting deeper into the meat of it and dannnnng Pyrrha, very brave of you.

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