Taiyang looked at the arrangement on Huntsmen before him and gave an internal whistle of appreciation, but at the skill arrayed before him but also at the willingness for some of Remnant's busiest people to come to Beacon to assist in a simple training seminar as far as they knew.

He was disappointed that among the list of people he wanted to have here to assist in his program, basically, none could make it, even with two-month advance notice. Of his shortlist of people, only Qrow had been able to make it and judging by the look on his teammate and brother-in-law's face he would likely rather be anywhere else.

Once he was out of options he asked Ozpin for help recruiting some suitable replacements, his only criteria were that the Huntsmen either be especially proficient in weaponless combat, or that they had a unique, and by unique he meant difficult to handle Semblance, ideally both in one individual would be preferred.

He didn't recognize a single Huntsmen in the room by name or face, the extent of people willing to answer Ozpin being a much larger pool of people that he had once thought possible for how secretive he was with information, but also as Headmaster of the premiere Academy on Remnant he no doubt had more than enough connections to rouse support for this seminar, particularly because of a personal interest in some of the students that would be in attendance.

Taking his mind away from Ozpin, and the real ulterior purpose of this seminar he looked over the Huntsmen one final time before the students were expected to enter the classroom.

Counting himself there were eight in total and among the eight it was a perfect split on kingdoms, two from each had arrived and it was clear by either clothing choice or the bronzing of their skin which kingdom each Huntsman hailed from.

It was disappointing that Menagerie wasn't represented amongst the number but at least Faunus weren't still represented, both Mistral and Vacuo having one a piece amongst there pair.

A bell chimed nearby signaling that classes were set to begin and with the signal almost immediately he noticed students entering the classroom.

It was obvious that the unannounced presence of so many adult Huntsmen had the class somewhat on edge in excitement as they filed into the stands as he remembered doing when he was a student at Beacon himself.

As the last students took their seats Glynda moved forward first, it was agreed upon between the two of them that she would introduce the purpose of this course or seminar, however it wanted to be presented and then she would lead into him by introducing each Huntsman by name, finishing on his own, which would prompt him to begin the lesson. The introductions were kept short and succinct, as was Glynda's preferred method of handling anything, as his name was called he stepped forward.

"Thank you Glynda, as Prof. Goodwitch just introduced me I am Taiyang Xiao Long. In the world of Huntsmen, I am somewhat of a rare existence, being that I fight the Grimm without a weapon, a practice that is becoming more and more uncommon over the years, with advances in combat weaponry being readily available and affordably priced, to an extent. Headmaster Ozpin has asked me to teach a course that would build upon skills that you already have the basic knowledge of but employ irregularly if at all, and even with my teaching once I am removed from sight and memory many of you will fall back into your old habits and forget my lessons if I was to simply teach you how to punch a Grimm to death." Taiyang watched his crowd who initially seemed less than interested in what seemed like days of basic hand to hand combat training by a so-called expert lean forward at his declaration that he would be doing something different. "The eight Huntsmen here before you today are some of the best the world of Remnant has to offer, either through a Semblance that might seem unfair or overpowered or through the abstract utilization of a Semblance that one might consider rather mundane or basic." Taiyang smiled at that and nodded to GLynda, "Prof. Goodwitch please if you will."

With his short speech finished Glynda listed a short collection of names, the eight called making their way down to the combat floor and in order of name call lined up against the instructors on individual combat stages.

"Each student here has one goal, defeat their opponent, either through Ring out or Aura depletion." The sounds of weapons being drawn and readied were clear as the students took their stances. "Without your weapon to start with," Shocked and angry rattles of annoyance could be heard as Glynda's Semblance removed weapons from hands and emptied pockets, basically anything that wasn't strapped to the students was pulled away from them and settled into neat piles behind their opponents. "Though if you are capable of retrieving your weapons feel free to utilize them as you please." With a cheerful grin, Taiyang slipped his foot forward and redied his stance as across from him his first opponent for the day, a bubbly redhead with short hair stood across from him, her eyes focusing less on him and more on the massive two-handed hammer that sat behind him.

The second and third-year students at Beacon had been initially annoyed at the prospect of losing an entire week's combat class lessons, Glynda's class becoming the only reprieve from the monotonous lectures of Prof. Port and the blistering lesson plan's of Dr. Oobleck. The fact that the first years were being treated to a special week of lessons that entirely utilized the entire training room had left more than a few upset, that was until the lunch break during the first day.

The first years had staggered into the cafeteria, still fully dressed for combat instead of Beacons regular uniform, as they entered it took only a second to read the atmosphere of the group, they were exhausted. Each student sporting some form of minor injury, a slight limp here, an arm clutched in tight to their body, or a person taking quick shallow breathes like they had the wind-driven out of them, an appalling thought as the cafeteria and combat classroom was a brisk ten-minute walk away which meant those struggling to catch there breathe might have a cracked rib or two, not a serious injury to someone with Aura, the healing properties of it making the injury be nonexistent in a few hours if that's all that was wrong, but it went a long way in convincing the rest of the student body that the first years were not in an envious position.

The older students no longer curious and some even afriad turned back to their meals, leaving thoughts of what brutal experiences the first years were going through to be unanswered.

Yang exchanged a look with the two other members of her class that had so far escaped any form of serious harm and with a simple head nod they all got to their feet and started filling out tray after tray of food that was then funneled back to each and every member of their class.

Yang and Jaune filling trays as Pyrrha used her now well known and quite obvious Semblance to place tray after tray after tray in front of beaten down classmates, many to tired to immediately register that food they were starving for sat immediately in front of them, but once realization kicked in they began to devour whatever had been placed on their tray.

As the last tray was set the three who helped their classmates filled their own plates and sat down with their team, each exchanging a final tired look because sighing and leaning over their meals.

Yang couldn't remember being this tired in a long time, the last time being when Jaune was training her to beat Pyrrha in her previous life, an exercise she had eventually become accustomed too and she was thankful for that preparation from Jaune, as while her current body wasn't exactly in the same physical condition he had honed into her in their past life she was at least mentally able to push through.

Her father's instructions had been ultimately clear but he had purposefully excluded what their opponents would and wouldn't attempt to do, a harsh lesson as the first wave of students had succumbed to the onslaught of the eight instructors almost immediately, Nora being the only exception. Whether that was her father being lenient and holding back a little too much or just Nora's impressive fortitude was unknown but it didn't last long as like the other seven starters she was deposited outside the ring in the next move. It initially didn't do much to dampen hers or anyone else's spirits, this was training and they treated it as such, initially.

Now she wasn't quite sure if this was actually training, or just that Ozpin had lost his mind and decided he just wanted to see adults beating teens up for a week straight. The class had only been three hours so far, and in that short span of time, rotated through the instructors enough times that every student had faced at least half of the instructors, a pace that if it wasn't for Jaune, Pyrrha, Neopolitan, and herself everyone would have probably fought every instructor and the class would likely be in even worse shape without the long breaks given to those who ended up waiting their turn after one of the four fought.

Though with the blow Neo took in her last fight, she was fairly confident that the silent killer was going to struggle to prolong her fights very much longer as she gingerly picked at her plate of food, clearly hungry but an ugly bruise marred the left side of her jaw, making her wince in very believable pain every time she bit down, a fact that she was even attempting to eat showed just how tough she was as other classmates sporting similar injuries had given up quickly on foods that need to be chewed and have settled on yogurts or soups, things that only required the ability to swallow, an action that some still winced at.

"So have either of you figured out any of the less obvious Semblances the instructors are using to demolish our class?" Yang asked, hopeful that Jaune would know who each of the instructors was and be able to share some insights.

"No, but I'm fairly sure they know mine," Pyrrha spoke. "And they are already adjusting what they can to stop me." As Pyrrha spoke a fork floated to her plate and skewered a slice of melon, floating it back to her mouth, an action that seemed extravagant until one would look at her arms, covered in pinprick sized welts, her Aura working persistently to undo the damage that was robbing her of her strength, multiple pressure points had been struck through multiple fights, robbing her of being able to summon the strength to lift her arms, ultimately forcing her to rely on her Semblance more than anyone else in the class and also giving away a secret she had kept during her entire time as a professional fighter.

"You shouldn't use your Aura for that," Jaune said, noticing the way Pyrrha was attempting to solve her problem. "Your muscles need to relax, they aren't responding because the hits you're taking are tightening and pinching the nerves that control your muscles. As for Semblances, I think I know a few, the woman from Atlas, it's speed, sort of obvious and simple but I think that's the trick, everyone is focusing on how fast she is but I think she doesn't use a weapon to fight, or if she does, its a weapon that works in a way that's similar to yours Yang."

Yang inclined her head slightly, registering that Jaune knew the Female Atlas instructor from another life, his confidence making that clear. "Yeah, and I feel I can share and not feel too bad about if considering he did this to himself by choosing to be an instructor against his Nieces but Qrow has a passive Semblance, basically he has bad luck."

"How does that work?" Pyrrha asked.

"No idea really, but it works both ways on him, sometimes his luck affects only himself, other times he seems to have some idea or influence of how something around him might behave, I don't know how much of that can occur in a sterile training environment though, but it makes him tough to fight when you can't trust something unfortunate to happen at random.

"That's only convenient because I think the Guy from Atlas is a little bit too lucky."

"You mean he has a luck-based Semblance's like my Uncle but for good luck rather than bad?" Yang asked, actually interested, in a sort of morbid fascination kinda way, she knew of Qrows bad luck through experiences in her other lives and knew exactly how much that weighed on him at times. Someone existing who had his opposite Semblance would likely be a bitter idea to swallow for her uncle.

"I can't tell for sure but if he doesn't have something like that I would be surprised, he just seems effortlessly lucky."

"Something you know from experience?" Yang said sarcastically.

"I'm hurt you think that was about me, I'm not lucky, I just have a bullshit Semblance."

"Yeah, stupidly lucky. Just like how half your tricks are literally strapped to your arm and back and Glynda can't use her Semblance to take them away from you as per the rules." She pointed to his left arm, his heavy armguard still firmly strapped in place, her eyes also briefly glancing to the empty scabbard on his back that Glynda had either not thought to remove, or failed to.

"Says the girl in the class who's weapons are literally part of her everyday attire and strapped to her forearms, most all of my tricks are one-offs, you are the only person still using everything they normally fight with," Jaune replied with a charming grin, knowing that more than a few people were currently envious of her situation, some possibly believing that her having access to her weapons was the sole reason she had remained almost unscathed, a fact that he was untouched because of his Armguard that was serving as a moderately effective weapon in how he was wielding it was seemingly overlooked because, after two months of combat classes and most everyone experiencing at least one fight with him, everyone had begun to ignore just how seemingly impossible it would be for anyone to lay a hand on him.

A pair of floating spoons came up between Yang and Jaune and in a flash swatted both of them in the forehead, the impact was enough for small Aura flairs. "My arm's hurt to much to listen to the two of you pretend to argue over whos luckier than the other."

"Sorry Pyrrha." Both spoke in unison, somehow sounding cowed and sheepish at being admonished by the usually so friendly spartan, who looked reasonably exhausted and annoyed.

"So if you two are done, how can we improve, not just ourselves but our class."

"The point of this training is to improve, but not in obvious methods," Jaune said as he picked up a plain bun from his tray. "Take Pyrrha for example, she easily, and immediately solved her issue with being disarmed, immediately re-equipping herself and actually fought evenly with her first opponent, nearly beating him at that. What happened during her second fight?"

"The Huntsman against her moved to block her Semblance from retrieving her weapons." Yang answered.

"Correct, did it work though?"

"No, I retrieved my weapons but each was slowed down reaching where I stood."

"How about your third fight?"

"The instructor decided to forgo preventing me from retrieving my weapons by attacking me, interrupting my concentration and making it difficult for me to use my Semblance."

"After that fight how many opportunities were you given to concentrate, barely any I bet, but somehow you have managed to use your Semblance unconsciously to control your weapons, bringing them to you which has led to the instructors disabling your arms, forcing you to rely more and more on your Semblance," Jaune said, both Pyrrha and Yang seemingly starting to figure out what he is starting to say.

"They are purposefully making me use my Semblance, making me use it more in a short period than I have in my entire life where I used it for small hidden actions." the shock at the revelation was evident on Pyrrha's face, she had used her Semblance as a hidden trump card for so long and had conditioned her mind to think how unfair her Semblance was when fighting other people thinking it almost useless against Grimm but suddenly her perception of her ability changed, while it was true her Semblance was great at dealing with humans if kept secret, if she employed it as a large open ability her semblance was very much like Prof. Goodwitch's allowing her a versatility she hadn't yet considered.

"I think the instructors are trying to make us aware of flaws in our style of combat, more so than anything else, didn't Taiyang say that every Huntsman against us was either a proficient fighter in unarmed combat or that they had a Semblance that made combat with them difficult to handle, what if those two comments weren't mutually exclusive. The unarmed fighting could a red herring, meant to think that this is all about finding a way to overcome our instructors without relying on their weapons and to reinforce that with someone like Pyrrha who should potentially never be disarmed they instead have focused on disabling her arms, making the point behind this being to improve hand to hand combat even less realistic. I think this training is all about expanding people's minds on what exactly a Semblance can do and moving beyond that and discovering what it could possibly do" Jaune finished his thought, almost absentmindedly, like his attention had been split.

'This isn't for me, Ozpin never tests my fake Semblance in a combat-related manner, he's always more focused and interested in how it might be applied to larger, less direct scenarios.'

The urge to pinch the bridge of his nose was irresistible as he briefly scanned through his class, eyes settling briefly on important individuals that could potentially be the source of this change. Yang was the obvious culprit, her indescribable increase in ability would be noted immediately by Glynda who would then bring it to Ozpin's attention, who would immediately begin to formulate scenarios that could explain the increase in skill, all of which were wrong but it wasn't like he could simply tell Ozpin that. Everything that was a little bit too out of his expectations was treated as a potential threat, which if Jaune had to be fair, was an honest response when waging a secret war against another immortal.

"Okay, so if that is the real point of this training wouldn't it be better to be direct then?" Pyrrha asked, using her Semblance to slide her tray away, still mostly full but being too tired to continue eating, even with the knowledge that the day still had more work to be done did nothing to stir her appetite further.

Jaune had no response to that, and a glance and shrug from Yang told enough that she was also without any idea.

The lack of any response to Pyrrha's last statement left the trio demoralized.

"Yang, take Pyrrha's left arm, I'll take her right, start massaging where the bruises are forming, let's see if we can throw the instructors a surprise." Jaune said as he took hold of Pyrrha's arm, the Redhead giving a quick exclamation of surprise but before she could do any more her other are was grabbed as well.

Her mind was immediately against the invasion of her personal space and her mouth moved to protest, but the words never formed as her mind went blank at how good the hands moving across her arms felt. Jaune's rough callous fingers kneading the bruised pressure points perfectly, and almost immediately she became aware of some sensation returning to her right limb, her left arm was a different sensation, Yang's hands being softer than a Huntsmans would normally be, but it made sense since she wore gloves while fighting and because of this her hands never developed the harsh callouses on might have after years of holding a weapon. The contrasting feelings and skill made her head swim and turn to butter as she felt an unconscious and possibly provocative moan escape her as she relaxed into the ministrations.

Team JWSN was in shambles, as was every first-year team realistically. Members of every team having to be helped back to either their Dorms for a night of rest by the many normally unseen aides that kept the campus of Beacon clean and running smoothly. Only a single unfortunate case couldn't make the trip to the dorm with their team and instead would be spending the evening inside Beacons recovery ward as the individual had fully exhausted his Aura in an impressive show of resolve and effort that had actually earned the praise of several instructors.

Jaune had watched as Ren had pushed his semblance to the limit, somehow hoping that the properties behind it that masked his or others presence from the Grimm might also allow him, if pushed harder, allow him to evade a Human opponent. It was a good plan Jaune knew, but he also knew that at least in Ren's case his Semblance is not where his quiet friend will improve. It was a shame that Nora and Ren were out of his circle of influence and friendship currently but with the pair being on a team with Russel thrush and Sky Lark, two people who still looked toward him with apprehensive glances he understood that it would take time to become friends with the pair.

Weiss, Sun, and Neopolitan were all exhausted and not one of them had effectively managed anything beyond collapsing on their beds, a fact that spoke volumes as while Sun couldn't be counted as any other guy and was fine skipping a shower here or there, the two women of team JWSN both were fastidious in there self-care, and the fact that both had collapsed on their respective bed and not moved for long minutes made it quite obvious both intended to pass out, a fact that as much as he wanted to let them he felt he had to interject, at least in Weiss's case.

Weiss had been among the least effective combatants out of every student, her physique, and general discipline making her effectively an afterthought to each instructor after she was found to be incapable of adapting to the loss of her weapon and Dust.

Walking over to Weiss's bed he gently lifted her from her prone position to a sitting pose. "Weiss, I can't let you go to sleep, and I'm sorry for that fact but it's for your own good, we need to get you ready for tomorrow." He wasn't sure if he was going to have to fight with her to get her out of bed and to one of the student self-training rooms but it must have been something already in Weiss's mind as she looked at him with a piercing gaze and with a clear struggle of effort, willed herself to a standing position.

No words were spoken, just a simple exchange of glances and then Weiss exited the room, followed by Jaune as the two made their way to one of the many unused training rooms.

Ozpin found the fights fascinating, not simply the ones with Yang and Jaune, but for the most part, each fight he had watched so far had interesting elements to them, his students, facing off against arguably some of the most skilled or uniquely qualified Huntsmen in the world, stripped of their weapons from the outset and being forced to deal with a situation that normally would lead to the death of a huntsman in the field he could see his students adapting to their new situation. Ultimately any changes they made at the moment meant very little as the professional Huntsmen, much like the Grimm, did not go easy on their opponents, dominating nearly every fight.

Some students adapted well and put up respectable fights, while others simply couldn't find any way to deal with the situation they were put in, hopefully though, as he turned his attention away from watching a trio of screens all playing different fights, some of those who failed the hardest in today's class would rise up stronger because of the adversity they faced.

As he turned the elevator to his office opened and from inside Taiyang and Glynda, both exited after the usual formal pleasantries were exchanged the topic of conversation immediately came to the topic at hand involving the students of importance.

"Her fighting style is definitely what I taught her, but it feels like she has taken them to a level several times higher than what she was two months ago before coming to Beacon." Tai said as he sipped on a light tea that Glynda had served to all three present in the large office.

"That is what I have gathered as well after going over what footage you could provide from your classes at Signal. Yang was a rough and unrefined fighter, who relied quite heavily on her Semblance to carry her through her fights, a fact that you made repeated mention of in her post-fight critique at the time to seemingly no avail as it was mentioned in every critique." Glynda spoke, simply stating a fact as she brought up the screen of one of Yang's fights today, against a dark-skinned Faunus that was clearly Vacuan. "This is the first of three fights that Yang would lose today, or at all in the past two months minus her encounters Jaune Arc in my classroom."

The screen showed the short five and a half minute fight play out, the Vacuan instructor being put on the defensive for the opening minute before the situation being reversed as Yang's aggressive approach slowed down dramatically as she seemed to find herself unable to keep up with her own frantically precise method of attacking. It was obvious to the three people watching the fight what was happening, Yang was exhausted and the reason behind her exhaustion was easy to determine as well. It was a lack of conditioning, her body while definitely fit and healthy, more so than nearly anyone else in her class it was not capable of handling what her level of skill demanded and she found herself flagging after only a few long minutes of exertion. It took the instructors simply altering from an aggressor to a defender to highlight her glaring problem.

"It is the same for every fight afterward for her as well, even with the breaks between instructors to rest each fight is the same result, a fast-paced and precise opening attack from Yang, followed by an almost immediate loss of stamina which would end with her defeat several minutes later." Glynda tapped a few buttons of her tablet and all eight of Yang's bouts were brought onto the screen, the five victories and three losses showing in the order they had occurred.

"It is a perplexing situation, it appears to be that somehow she has been able to increase her skill to an unimaginably high level, not simply high for someone her age, but for anyone's age, and while her ability skyrocketed her body was left behind, being unfit to match the knowledge of her new level of skill."

Taiyang looked at Ozpin as the headmaster finished his though that hadn't been addressing to anyone in the room, rather it being an internalized thought that seemed to escape out loud, though the implication behind the thought had him on edge. "So what does that mean, Qrow was confident that no one from Raven's camp had been sent to instruct her, so what does that ultimately mean then?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not sure what that means." Ozpin couldn't understand where the skill Yang displayed came from, all mundane and earthly methods that could explain away the problem had been investigated and proven to be not the answer, which to him left a single answer remaining and he didn't like the implication behind that though either. He made a mental note to do a little bit of personal investigation later but for now to not arise any suspicion from Taiyang who might become defensive and interfere he turned his attention back to the room. "While I'm not sure where Yang's abilities came from, I feel we are out of avenues to pursue for the time being so I'll drop the subject. That being said I do look forward to seeing how your lessons will proceed over the next four days."

Taiyang felt relieved that whatever Ozpin had assumed about his daughter was no longer a priority from the Headmaster to investigate, and he happily broached the subject of where he was planning to take the lessons, a conversation that lasted several hours.

Several hours later, after both Taiyang and Glynda had long since left his office Ozpin sat alone, calmly sipping from a cup of coffee as he absentmindedly watched various recordings of the fights that had happened throughout the day, barely reacting to anything that occurred on the screens as his mind wandered to thoughts of what he perceived to be a major problem that may be arising.

The normal avenues that could explain away Yang's sudden increase in skill had all turned up as the incorrect answer to the question that was where did the fighting ability come from.

When it came to the normal answers not holding the solution Ozpin knew that if he let allowed his past experiences come forward in his mind he would sometimes find the solution by using the understanding he once had of his longtime enemy.

Throughout all the lives he had experienced, as he fought with Salem it was bound to happen that methods to achieve success at one point or another would be used repeatedly. A method that he would use to thwart Salem in one life would then be used against himself in his next, only for him to use it again in retaliation in another life, and so on and so forth until ultimately every action that either took was simply a variation of a plan they had used before, at least, with one exception.

The Maidens had been made in an act of desperation on Ozpin's part in a life where he felt that he had no other option. Salem was closer to winning their seemingly endless conflict that she had ever been before, or since, and in a desperate bid to thwart her he had fractured his power, split in between four of his most powerful and trusted agents in that life and together with them had managed to turn the tide in that life.

Once the crisis of that life had been averted he allowed the power to remain with those who he had distributed it too, assuming that upon their deaths his power would return, which unfortunately would not end up being the case, his split power never returned.

Even after a life was spent trying to return his Magic to himself was wasted he had to give up on the notion that he would ever be able to return the power to himself once more and make himself whole.

This was the one ploy he had used that Salem never copied, at least until now. It was possible that Salem had decided to finally employ a similar plan, to empower a select or few select individuals as he once had. A plan that may have already backfired spectacularly in his favor if Salem had done something similar.

Tirian Callows was dead, even though the body was missing he was absolutely certain that that was the truth of the matter. His death meant an already powerful agent for Salem was moved off the field, but what if Tirian had been blessed in his case with a portion of Salems power, even if it was simply a fighting intent and not any magical ability like he had done.

If that was the case it was possible that Salem had suffered a similar problem as he had with having no way to control where that fighting intent might go upon a persons death.

Ozpin sat in silence watching video after video, pondering this notion with a great degree of interest, wish silently to himself that the Relic of Knowledge was available for use currently but knowing that without the Spring maidens willing help that the answer would elude him.

The relic of knowledge had two questions remaining in this one hundred year period, letting them go to waste in a magical vault was a supreme waste of power.

When Qrow had returned and reported on what he discovered on his journey, the Fall maiden still refusing to return to a safer lifestyle, the Summer maiden remaining hidden in Vacuo, Freya being sequestered in Atlas with her health carefully monitored. The spring maiden though was another issue entirely, it had been years since she had taken refuge with the Branwen tribe, and it wasn't entirely impossible that in that time the power had passed on to another, the girl Qrow had spoken off to have a presence about her when he had entered Raven's camp was quite possibly the Spring maiden now.

Ozpin sat for a moment considering what options were left to him that would present him with the absolute correct answer to his current problem, the list was short and already on his mind.

The Relic of Knowledge.

He knew what type of action it would require to retrieve the Relic, and it wasn't one he would take lightly, but the safeguards put in place to protect it had failed him in this lifetime which meant the would and could again and it was time to retrieve the Relic himself and deal with whatever consequences might follow afterward.

Much faster turn around wouldn't you all agree.

The story is still stuck in Beacon and it will be for a little while longer but now that I have fixed the problems I have had with my storyboard and everything makes sense I can go forward with updates again. The updates probably will be slow at first, but I'm hoping that i can get back to at least half my original speed of releasing chapters, I won't promise that though, it is simply a goal I'm attempting to achieve.

So most of this chapter was designed to simply get the last bit with Ozpin alone in his office considering what his options might be but I feel I addressed a few lingering concerns from a few people.

Ren and Nora are in Beacon they are simply teammates of a pair that are justifiably afraid of Jaune, so normal interaction/friendship is not available atm.

I have had a few people express interest in how the encounter at the docks played out and how Yang might have dealt with Adam. I might consider adding an omake at the end of another chapter if the interest is there.

Anyways that's the end for me ATM.

As always lemme know what you think, even if it is only to tell me that I suck at words.