So I have to apologize I know I am late posting internet went down and I have been working tons.

The next few days are a rush of paperwork and half-truths filed into a twenty-two page after action report and material use report by Alec as he writes the only report of the attack from the few days prior. The other members of his unit have busied themselves with preparing themselves for the start of classes.

Crimson Imerta looks over some initial reports from a few days before. Classes start today and here she is reading twenty-two pages of half-truths and flat out lies. Handed into her by one Alec Tross. "He is quite a bullshitter," She rubs the bridge of her nose. "I know I shouldn't be surprised he did organize dozens of teams to turn in the same after-action report." She stares at the color-coded report, and flipped to the material use report, three pages of minute detail down to the three dozen band aids that were used for small cuts through the battle. "He had days to make this and turned in a piece of art that avoids half the questions we would have. He explains the entire series of events in the warehouse but leaves off who blew open the door and how they had the explosives. He doesn't mention anything Salem said."

"Well we can keep him out of writing class then, sounds like he doesn't need help," the assistant Headmaster says leaning lazily on his cane. "And he is damn good at leading them, even the teams that actively argue with him, we he says that they are going to war they follow him. Even when the military showed up the first year's, as high strung as they were stood by him." He stand straight, and leans over seriously, "The only reason they backed you is because he did."

"I know," She sighs, "he got them to attack a Grimm force in a suicide run straight upwards, that alone should have killed them all. They have almost no training on those bullheads and they pushed them to the literal breaking point. They should have gone down before they even reached the damned nevermore."

"And then they jumped."

"Don't get me started on that, what was he thinking. At that altitude nothing would have saved them from being fine red paste on my schools masonry."

"What does his report say about that."

"Nothing, He skips to the aftermath and accommodation for Maximillian and his crew."

"He is good."

"The best I have seen since the war."

"Who are his parents."

"Flame and Scarlet Tross of Strip."

"Well fuck."

"That is what I said."

Team AMBR walks into their first class of the year Alec rubs his eyes. Mimi leans into him, "How long did you make that report?"

"Oh something like twenty two pages." He smiles as they sit down, "I took a while to get everything in there, I mean I had to color code the materials we used. I mean band aids are expensive."

Raven smirks, "You did not do that to the Headmistress." She places her books on the table, "She is going to kill you."

"She can get in line after the army apparently."

Beethoven smirks at that, "How is the information digging coming along?"

Danny sits down with the rest of her team, "not much yet, we are having trouble gathering information."

Alec nods as he stares down into the middle of the lecture hall, "So…"

Mimi rolls her eyes, "Something for you all to know about Alec he sometimes will ask an observational question like he is about to do here."

"Who said I was going to ask anything?" Alec raises his hands.

"Well Boss what is the question," Danny asks with energy.

"Give me a read of the room," He replies calmly resting his chin on his clasped hands.

"Lecture hall, with all of us looking down to the speaker."

"The Professor is missing an arm."

"He doesn't have a replacement nor attachments for a replacement."

"His weapon is part of set; he carries it in a cross draw."

"He is old."

Alec smiles, "And why does that matter Raven"

"He is older than the war he was probably an experienced Huntsman before the war."

"Why doesn't he have a mechanical arm?"

"I can hear you," The teacher yells from the bottom of the lecture hall, "I don't like the feeling of those damned machine arms." He steps forward into the center of the room, "Now my name is Almond Rasing, I have served as a Huntsman for over forty years, I have four doctorates. I have fought the enemies of civilization; I have trained thirty-four apprentice Huntsmen since the war ended. I am here to make each and every one of you into a weapon and a shield for those that sit comfortably behind city walls and town fortifications. People that if we do our jobs will not feel the cold nights with howling beasts around them, or the gnawing hunger after weeks of combat. They will not know the feeling of holding their friends dying in their arms as they realize they cannot stay to comfort them because a Grimm is bearing down on them and they must fight." He steps forward revealing his goat legs and feet as he steps out from behind the desk, "they will not know those feelings because we will bear them. I am here to teach you how to think and act like Huntsman. No matter your creed, or your race you will learn how to be a Huntsman. You will leave behind some of your humanity, some of the thoughts you have now. You are going to forget you are mortal, and I am going to teach you how to think. Welcome to Huntsman Psychology."

For the first years the two-hour lecture is a test of will. Talk of theory and practice. The Philosophy of perceived strength and its use in practice. How to control the look, sound and perceived ability of a force even if all of that information is wrong. Of course, the old goat at the front of the room is more explaining the vaguest idea of these concepts mostly the idea of the idea.

Quietly the class ends notes upon notes are sitting in front of each huntsman. "Alright I will see you all for the next class in two days I want you all to come with your heads on and ready to learn, We will start with the theory of perceived strength. Dismissed."

The teams walk out of the lecture hall blinking at the daylight above them. "Alright this is where we part ways," Danny says as Riptide turns to their separate class.

Paul follows his team calmly, "We will see you for lunch," he shifts his holster and rifle on his back.

"Come on we have combat class for three hours next then lunch then we all split for our personal classes, for another four hours then we all have dinner, and then free time." Alec says walking towards the arena classroom.

"Four days of classes then three off, and the only good part about it all is that we get over twelve hours of combat class a week." Mimi says with a sigh.

"We are supposed to take missions on those three days off." Raven reminds Mimi as she sashays past her the clicking of her heels echoing.

As they all enter the massive training arena, thirty-three people stand in front of them. The man standing in front of them a rapier at his side a locked smile on his face. "Welcome first years," His jaw stays locked unmoving as his lips move. "I am Kirkland Burntwood. I am the man that will teach you how to fight, how to kill and how to destroy. Behind me are thirty-two of the best fighters I know, they can kill each of you in a hundred different ways. I have hired them soldiers, assassins, traitors and terrorists to teach you how to fight the way that will let you win." He starts walking across the room, "I will teach you to fight like you are dying, like the fate of the world rests in your hands," He stops and turns around with a stomp of his foot, "because it does!" He stares intently, "now pair off with your partner my assistants will work with you and take note of your weaknesses. Get to work I have been told you are already good fighters, try to impress me."

The first-year huntsmen break off into pairs and start preparing to fight each other. Alec looks at Mimi from a few meters away, his twin weapons drawn. Mimi holds her sword in both hands pointing at Alec, "So Alec the normal bet?"

"Deal, loser buys." Alec nods as he blocks the first slash from Mimi's heavy sword.

With his left hand he slams into her wrist, she blocks with the grip of her sword while kicking and rolling back. She slashes upwards with the flat of the blade. Pulling back as Alec retreats from the heavy-handed attacks that he knows Mimi is capable of putting out. Recovering from her roll Mimi slams down on Alec with her sword and slams down on top of him. Alec rolls forward slamming into Mimi, pushing her back she brings down the pommel on Alec's back. He releases his grip around Mimi and rolls off her. His kukri slashes at Mimi slamming into her side as she reacts with another heavy slash. She misses and Alec takes advantage kicking the sword back. Mimi kicks at Alec as he has to drop one of his weapons. The other one coming up with a upper cut stabbing motion. Mimi Catches it and grabs Alec by the neck, "You are buying." She lets go and helps Alec collect his weapon.

One of the trainers approaches, "Impressive fight though I will say you were both holding back. Refrain from doing so or else you will have points docked. Please find new sparing partners."

Alec and Mimi split ways and find themselves new partners. The next few hours have everyone shifting around and sparing against one another.

The lock jawed teacher finally calls an end to the session as the Huntsmen walk sorely out of the room to the mess hall