Hello everyone! Translation job, almost done! Well, I'm done translating. Now I gotta review what I've done to see if I've done any mistake.

Also, due to a couple of reviews, I modified Chapter 9, Vero's punishment. Read the added AN and the changed part, please.

But aaaanyyyyywaaaaaayyy... here you go. Wink.

The two teams were sitting at their table in the cafeteria, finally quiet after fifteen minutes of continuous noise. Ruby was, as usual, sitting between Yang and Jaune, with Blake and Sky beside the blonde brawler. On the other side of the table sat Pyrrha, Nora, Ren and Weiss, in that order. The nine of them had finally, finally got some quiet.

The previous fifteen minutes had been filled by the mumbled or stuttered apologies of many students who had sought Ruby out just to apology. A few of them had also been on the receiving end of Yang's fist, not something enjoyable, while most were just sent off without many problems. A few of the biggest pains in the ass were, ironically, the 'good' ones, who wailed on and on about how sorry they were for the misunderstanding, and they even believed it. After Yang had decked a student for apologizing too much, people had begun to stay clear of them. A few had thrown written apologies, though.

Of the nine, only Ruby and Jaune had their weapons with them. For some reason, probably staff meeting about business or budget or whatever, classes had been cancelled that afternoon, something most students were incredibly grateful for, so the Linked two had decided to bring their weapons from Combat Class and hit the forge and the shooting range later. Ruby had a downcast and ashamed expression on her face while Jaune was merely looking halfway between amused by her pout and annoyed. While Crescent Rose was in compact mode on Ruby's back, Cauchemar was sitting on Jaune's lap in katara mode while the shield was on the ground, leant against his seat.

"There we were. In the middle, of the night."

"It was day."

Oh, right, not exactly silence. Nora was recounting one of her dreams, apparently, for the fifth time that week, and as usual Ren was correcting her. Normal stuff, really. "We were surrounded by Ursai." Again, Ren corrected the Grimm type. "Dozens of them!"

"Two of them…"

"Come on, Ren, don't be such a stick-in-the-mud," complained Sky, siding with Nora and earning an incredulous look from the ninja-like boy. "Who cares if she's exaggerating? It's fun! Come on, Nora, how did you defeat those Deathstalkers?"

"Deathstalkers?" Nora was silent for a second, taking in the new detail of her dream and promptly convincing herself that had been her dream. "Oh, yeah, sure, there were also three Ancient Deathstalkers, obviously! I suplexed one! Then grabbed the second's stinger and used it as a flail to knock out all the other Grimm! And then…"

"Sky, please, don't encourage her," groaned Weiss, pressing her face into her hands, forgetting about the food on her plate… which was swiftly stolen by Blake, as that day lunch was fish-based. "It's already bad as it is… We don't need any more."

"Yeah, let's choose another topic," agreed Yang, pumping her fists together. "Why are my two little siblings armed and ready?"

Ruby blushed and the shame on her face increased twofold, so it fell on Jaune to reply. "Simply put, we were gonna modify my weapon since I continued to be sent flying every time I try to use it." He huffed as a grape impacted the side of his head. "We went over the blueprints again and, guess what, there was an unforeseen mistake."

"That was…?"

"The middle barrel is not a rifle," mumbled Ruby, still not looking at anyone, poking her indexed together. "It's… a miniature railgun…"

Everyone was shocked into silence for a second. A railgun. Ruby had accidentally built a railgun in Jaune's rifle. How, they didn't know. How could she not have realized it, they didn't know. Maybe she had been so excited that she had just built the most awesome weapon she could? No one knew the answer. Finally, someone spoke.

"Ahahah!" An obnoxious laughter reached them and the nine turned as one, eyes locking on the form of one Cardin Winchester, unlicensed bully and certified moron, laughing at a girl with rabbit ears on her head. "I told you it was real," the imbecile chuckled smugly as he and his team surrounded the Faunus at the table.

"What a freak," was the only comment-reply he received from Russel Thrush, other certified moron, only idiot in the school who thought that a Mohawk made him look cool. In truth, it made him look like an idiot. Oh well, so it made him look like what he was.

Yang noticed how both Jaune and Ruby tensed up. "He still bullies the two of you?" she growled, ready to dish out more ass-kicking. "He's so dead."

"He's not 'bullying' me," Jaune argued weakly. "It's more… you know… his or their way of fitting in. Heck, some friends of mine who go to high school greet each other with insults and hits, I guess it's natural for them to do the same. They play cool and badass. They are just… messing around."

"Y-Yeah…" Ruby nodded dejectedly. "No harm."

"He's a bully!" exclaimed Yang, banging her fist on the table. "He constantly calls Ruby names, picks on her and ridicules her, and the same goes for you! If he's not a bully, then I am a peacock!"

"Ow, that hurts!" The nine turned again to see Cardin pulling the girl's rabbit ear. "Please, stop."

Jaune tightened his hand into a fist, wishing he could do something. Alas, his aunt had made that clear. He wasn't strong enough to stand up to a student, or they would get revenge on him when his team was not around. Besides, he couldn't defeat a whole team… damn it all. He had Goodwitch as his aunt, he could do whatever he wished. He stood up and marched over to the team, pointing his sword at Cardin. "Release her, now, it's not fun to cause pain."

The four stopped laughing and turned to him. There wasn't even hostility in their eyes, just plain deadpan. Him, the weakest Hunter of… okay no, that wasn't true. Heck, he had defeated that Vero moron, so he wasn't hopeless, and he had a few win under his belt. Just… he had lost way more than he had won. Maybe that counted for something? "Jauney Boy? What are you doing?" Cardin grabbed his sword and swiped it out of his grip. Damn Aura, he shouldn't have been able to do th-wait a second, that actually worked to his favour. "Be careful, you could cut yourself with this chopping stick."

Predictably enough, Cardin gave a few tries to the sword. Douchebags were all the same all over Remnant. "Nice balance, seems mechashift, what does your toy do?" Jaune had to hold in a grin as he activated the katara mode. "Ooh, ranged option? It was really time for you to get one, it's-"

Booom. Crack.

"BLOOOOOOOOOOOODY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL IT HURTS SOOOOOOOOOOOO VERY MUUUUUUUUUUUCH!"

Jaune winced. That had been way more than he had intended. Cardin should've been able to handle part of the recoil, he was much bigger and stronger than Jaune. Instead, as it turned out, a railgun was still a railgun even in the hands of a bigger guy, and now Cardin was on the ground, and his arm seemed both bent in the wrong way, and broken. "Err… okay, stay still, I… I know some first aid!" He knelt by the boy and, as first thing, removed the katara. Better not to risk him to shoot again in a spasm, he might've seriously destroy his arm. "Okay, now… this is gonna hurt like hell and more, but if I don't set the bone back in place your Aura might… damn it I'm just gonna pop the bone back in place."

Crack.

"KAAAAAAAAAAARMAAAAAAAA IIIIIIIIIIS AAAAAAAA BIIIIIIIIIITCH!"

One crunching sound and deafening scream later, Jaune stood up again and picked up his weapon before turning to the three other members of Cardin's team. "Okay… this was not how I had envisioned this meeting to go, so why don't you just take your leader to the infirmary?" The three boys nodded silently and scampered off while he turned to the bunny girl. "And… sorry for the lacklustre rescue, you just looked like you could appreciate a hand, Ms…?"

"Scarlatina. Velvet Scarlatina." She cradled her sore ear but she nodded in thanks. "Call me Velvet and… thanks for the help."

"Although, why didn't you just told them to get lost?"

The girl flinched when Yang's voice spoke from over her shoulder. Twirling around she came face-to-face with the blonde brawler. "I…" Velvet seemed to search for a suitable excuse, but her mind was drawing a blank. "I was not supposed to fight back…"

"What the fuck?!" This time it was Blake, who pushed Yang aside and stood before Velvet. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I…"

Weiss appeared beside Blake, and Jaune seriously began considering whether being Huntresses in training gave them teleportation powers or not. "You are a sophomore, or maybe even a third or fourth year. And you allow that moron to torment you?"

"Kinda reminds me of someone," she added under her breath, looking at Ruby and Jaune, who just fidgeted nervously.

"No, I…"

"You don't even have to ask, we'll break his legs!" exclaimed Nora, popping into existence from behind Yang, with Ren beside her. Really, more of those teleporters? Ren sighed and placed a hand on his forehead. "Nora, Jaune already broke his arm, let's not make it worse…"

"But I…"

"We can help you if you need," added Pyrrha, appearing from behind Yang. Seriously?! She was taller than Yang! How had she been able to materialize behind her? "We're not going to allow him to bully you."

"You don't und-"

"And don't use the flimsy excuse of 'he wasn't bullying me, I'm just peachy!', because it's not gonna work," completed Sky, stepping beside Blake with his arms crossed on his chest. "You clearly aren't going to stand up to him, so just let us do it for you. That's what we are training for, right?"

"I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO STOP!" Velvet basically shouted before catching herself and bringing a hand to cover her mouth.

"What?" exclaimed Yang, surprised. The others weren't too far behind, and soon they were interrogating the girl once more. "Why didn't you?" was the most asked question, followed by "Why didn't you kick their asses?" and "Why did you shout at us? We just wanted to help you!" Finally, Velvet seemed to cave in. At first she just wilted, looking everywhere but at them, then she shrank, and finally she muttered something no one could catch.

"Sorry, what was that?" asked Blake, who despite being a Faunus, not like the others knew, still hadn't heard her.

"I'm a mmmghg…"

"Sorry?" inquired Jaune.

"I'm a mammmrhghg…"

Yang shook her head. "Nah, still didn't catch that."

"I'M A MASOCHIST!" the girl whisper-yelled, face burning red.

Ruby went wide eyed, while Jaune also went crimson, before Yang shoved them back to their table, trying to protect her siblings' innocent ears. Ren and Pyrrha seemed stuck, blinking and staring at the girl as if they hadn't really understood what she had said. Nora had formed a O with her mouth, but no sound was coming out of it, while Sky merely froze while blushing all shades of red, and Weiss was if possible even more affected than Ruby or Jaune, as she was bordering fainting.

Blake had a completely different reaction. "Masochist bunny girl allowing the bully to hurt her… clever and cunning… it's just like Ninjas of Love, book thirteen, Banging the Bunny…"

All eyes went on her, and she quickly blushed and ran out of the cafeteria. No one knew if it was out of embarrassment, or out of a sudden need to 'read' her erotica. In the following silence, one would've heard a fly buzzing overhead. Which they did, since Vale was not cold enough to keep out the damn insects. Actually, not even Atlas could, but at least Atlas did not have mosquitoes, which Vale had. Plenty of them.

Returning to the group, the silence was so thick Blake would've probably been turned on by its thickness. Horrible analogies aside, everyone of them was shocked. Except Yang and siblings since they had kindly removed themselves from the scene, of course. Velvet lowered her ears to cover her eyes and tried to flee, but she was grabbed by the arm by no less than Pyrrha Nikos herself.

"Don't worry, we are just shocked, we do not hate you nor think any less of you," the girl said smoothly, covering her surprise with a practised fakeness. "There's no shame in having different… tastes, so to speak. As long as this… quirk… of yours does not harm any of us, we shall not persecute you for it."

Velvet raised one ear to peek at her. "Not even a little bit of persecution?"

"Not even one little bit," confirmed Pyrrha, and then halted when the girl seemed to slump. "Err… unless you ask us to?"

The Faunus jumped up at once, grabbing the redhead and sprinting out of the room, heedless of her cries for mercy. "Thank you! I really need to unwind a bit, mind whipping me for a few minutes? I won't take much longer, don't worry, I still have homework to do!"

"Help!" Pyrrha's cry went unheeded, even if not unheard, by her friends.

Weiss turned to Ren, Nora and Sky. "We haven't seen anything."

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Elsewhere, during the famous staff meeting…

"Ozpin, this needs to stop."

Professor Glynda Goodwitch paced back and forth in the office while the Headmaster just gazed at her without as much as blinking. "This is getting ridiculous. I can understand being happy about what happened, but your behaviour is absolutely unforgivable." The Professor looked at Ozpin, who just gazed straight ahead. "Ozpin, are you listening?"

"I am."

"What did I just say?"

"You were talking about how ridiculously lucky we are to get not one, but two Silver Eyed Warriors this year, even if only one-eyed. The link they share is also incredibly good news, and I for one do hope they will be important for our battle," he replied effortlessly, and was immediately rewarded by a large, heavy book being thrown at his head. "Glynda, what was that? I haven't said anything to draw your ire."

"Sir, you've been spacing out in class, all the time. You don't even respond to questions or prodding, and just yesterday a student wrote 'Wake me up, please' on your forehead without you even noticing." Goodwitch fixed him with a frosty glare. "I do not think that is good news."

Huff. Leave it to Glynda to ruin all the fun. 'Can't she understand? We have two Silver Eyed Warriors. Two! I have no idea how that happened, actually I think I was still hungover when it happened, damn my stupid low alcoholic endurance, but it's a very good sign!' "And your point is, Ms Goodwitch?"

"Two days ago, Mr Winchester organized a tennis match in your classroom," added the stern woman, glaring daggers at him. He was unfazed. "And on that very same day, Ms Adel organized a fashion class for fourth year students during what was supposed to be your class."

Ozpin calmly sipped his mug. "I must praise their organization skills, then. This makes them better suited for their leader statuses. Don't you agree, Ms Goodwitch? As for me, I did notice them, I just ignored them in favour of a more productive train of thoughts. Can you blame me for having priorities?"

"Aside from the fact you are starting to creep Ms Rose and Mr Arc out by zoning out with a smile while staring at them, and the fact you've been ignoring all your duties, your actions are by far too obvious." He raised his gaze to her, and she made a sound between a scoff and a sigh. "Ozpin… if there were someone allied to Salem in the school, they would immediately notice how you are acting, and they could try to pull something while you are not attentive. Even without considering all the pranks and moronism ongoing within the school, you are not just a Headmaster. You cannot afford to be distracted."

Ozpin seemed to think about that for a while. "Yes… yes, I guess you are indeed right," he agreed with a sip from his mug. "I have been neglecting my duties, and I'm sorry. I will start to take my lessons more seriously from now on, don't worry. This temporary phase of celebration has passed, now it's time for me to educate our Silver Eyed Warriors."

"Err…" Goodwitch looked down at the notepad in her hands. "Until November, all your classes have been replaced by Grimm Studies with Professor Port…"

Ozpin stared at her. "…what have the students done?"

She sighed and shook her head. "Welcome back, Professor… this is gonna be long to explain." She sat down on a chair and returned his gaze. "But remember that if anyone asks, this 'staff meeting' is about tomorrow's trip to Forever Fall, okay?"

"Of course."

"Well then, let's make this very quick, it's never good to leave Peter and Bart alone in a staff meeting…"

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"Say, Barty, since Glynda claimed to be busy, why don't we organize the trip to Forever Fall tomorrow?"

Bartholomew Oobleck, the tall and lanky green-haired History Professor, paused mid-sip for a second, thinking on the offer. "I don't know, Peter, we always allowed Glynda to work organization out… We might not be the best suited for the task."

"Please! We are more than enough to handle a bit of paperwork!" boasted the large Grimm Studies Professor. Unbeknownst to most students, the man was indeed an exceptional Huntsman. Unfortunately, he also had the inhuman tendency to ramble. Like, all the time. A few students even thought that to be his Semblance. "What could go wrong?"

"Do you remember what happened last time you organized an outing?" snorted the green-haired man, sipping his coffee. "Because if memory serves me well, you ended up almost causing a breach in the school."

"Blah blah blah, blah blah, blah, blah… Students? Please do not be so full of despair, you will…" ROAR. "…attract Grimm…"

"That was one time," protested Port.

"Yes, because you were never entrusted with the organization again!" exclaimed Oobleck. "Why, I instead…"

"As you can see this city is… Students? Students? Oh dear, it appears I've left them behind again. Now…" ROAR. "Aaah, yes, they are still in Forever Fall, it appears. It shouldn't take me more than a few minutes to reach them, although these ruins here of Mt Glenn are really intere-" ROAR. "Yes, yes, I understood, I have to go."

"…well, I didn't cause a breach," the man finished lamely.

There was a beat of silence between the two.

"We should leave this to Glynda, right?"

"Right."

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"So… problem solved?"

Jaune sighed as he looked at the redhead beside him. Well… red-with-gold-head, to tell the truth. "I guess so, Ruby."

The two of them were back to walking in the courtyard, although they were keeping themselves in the more wooded area. Beacon's gardens were incredible, and incredibly odd. Despite being a school for warriors, it surely wasn't devoid of entertainments or ways to relax, such as the pool or the gardens. As they walked in the shadow of the trees, Jaune couldn't help but think how lucky he had been to get Ruby as friend. Without her, he would still be stuck with Crocea Mors. Not that he knew how to use Cauchemar much better, of course, but it was still a better weapon.

Not that he was glad Ruby had been killed, even though that had been what had allowed him to have her as friend, but he was glad things had played out how they did.

"Wanna spar a little?" grinned the girl, patting Crescent Rose. The motion also brought Jaune's eyes to drift a little lower, resting on her very firm-looking butt, but he quickly looked back up at her, trying not to let his nervousness show through.

"W-Well…" 'Great job Arc, you should start a career as an actor…' "I… I don't think that's a good idea…"

"Whaat? Don't be silly, of course it's a good idea!" countered Ruby, the skip in her step not really helping him ease his nervousness. Did she have to look so damn eager to kick his ass into next week? "Come on, it'll be fun!"

"For you, maybe, not for the one on the receiving end of Crescent Rose…" grumbled the boy, putting a few more inches between himself and the reaper. "I'd like to walk back to the dorms on my own, thank you, and even if I know I'm not that handsome I'd like for my face to remain as it is."

"Oh come on, it's not like I'm gonna kill you!" protested the girl, pouting adorably. Alas, his pout worked more, he had more sisters and more experience than her with pouting. "Come on, it's been a few weeks already, I've seen your fights, you're not half bad!"

"That's a bold-faced lie and you know it," deadpanned Jaune. "No way I can be called 'not half bad', not with how much I suck."

"You made it to Beacon, and you have a few wins under your belt, Jaune." Ruby playfully elbowed his side, but the reminder seemed to just cast a shadow on the boy, whose expression darkened. "Jaune? Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah…" He looked straight ahead and sped up a little, but he halted when she grabbed his arm. "W-What?"

"Jaune, empathic link remember?" Ruby pinched a golden lock of her hair and held it up for him to see. "You brought me back from the dead and unlocked my Aura, and then you think you can hide a problem from me?"

Jaune sighed exaggeratedly. "Oh no, all my secrets will be revealed!"

"Yep! So start spilling or I start probing in your mind with my mystical telepathic powers!" Ruby managed to hold the act for a grand total of five seconds of deadpan from Jaune before she broke down in a fit of giggles. "That was one of the silliest things I've ever said…"

He chuckled along. "We still don't know how this 'powers' work, Ruby, what is currently silly might very well become true…" He trailed off. "Although if that's the case, maybe we should establish a few ground rules like 'no scanning each other's mind without permission' or stuff like that. It could get very embarrassing and very quickly…"

Ruby smothered her laughter as well. "Yeah…" Shaking those thoughts out of her mind, she turned to him. "So? Spill or I'll have to make you spill." Jaune opened his mouth to deflect the question or change topic, but she took a step closer. "Jaune. Please. I just want to help you. We're friends, right?"

He looked at her and sighed. "Yes… yes we are friends. But this is… not exactly something you can help me with."

"Is it the fact your skills are not like the others'?" asked Ruby, earnest. Jaune stared at her, surprised. "I am not stupid, Jaune, I can see the look on your face every now and then when the topic comes up. There is nothing to be sorry about. Hey, you even beat Tear, and he was the strongest first year!"

"I didn't beat him, Ruby, he was wiping the floor with me until he was surprised by your Aura," Jaune countered. "And even then, I only won because I kept hitting his face and keeping him stunned."

"You still won," Ruby pointed out innocently. "But really, what is the problem? If you feel like you are not training enough, train more. There is always a solution."

Jaune looked at her and sighed. There was no point keeping something like that from her, not if he was gonna have her around… forever after? For Oum only knew how long. Plus she was right, they might start develop telepathic abilities given how she had effectively heard his thoughts during the fight with Tear. If she had to find out, it was better if he were to tell her, instead of allowing her to find out on her own, without having the chance to explain. "I…"

"Come on, we're friends!"

He sighed once again. "The problem is how I got into Beacon in the first place, Ruby. I am already training hard, any more and I wouldn't have time for my friends."

"You were invited by Goodwitch, so?"

He shook his head. "Not… exactly, Ruby. Goodwitch wrote and signed my transcripts after I got into the school." He dared a glance at the girl, finding her none-the-wiser. "I had my transcripts forged, Ruby."

She ooh'd and continued to stare at him. "I… I had my transcripts forged."

"I heard you."

"By Torchwick!" The name made her flinch, but otherwise her expression remained blank. "I lied! I don't deserve my spot in this Academy! I am dragging everyone down and putting my team at risk!"

"Nope."

"I'm-wait, nope?" Jaune looked at her, dumbfounded. Of all the things she could've said, that was the most off-putting.

She nodded. "Nope. You are not putting them at risk. This is a school, Jaune, there is a reason if we will train here for four years. You are not expected to be perfect, they are gonna teach you and train you." The two of them sat on a bench under the trees' shadow. "As for the transcripts… well, I can't say I'm comfortable with who you worked with to get them, but it's just another way of entering, I guess. Plus you said now you have actual transcripts, so I don't see the problem."

"But… I lied and I cheated…" Jaune argued weakly.

"Jaune, I can't say I know everything about you but you're my friend, and I know you are a good person. You'd make for a great Huntsman," Ruby encouraged him, bringing her legs on the bench and sitting cross-legged. "Plus you are obviously serious on your training, so if you haven't gotten real transcripts there must be a reason. You never went to combat school? Oooh, did you learn how to fight in the Grimmlands?"

Jaune laughed and shook his head, still not completely processing how she could just let him off the hook so easily. "No, I… I didn't got any training at all. Sure, some brawls with my sisters, but those were just games. Smithing surely helped with strength and endurance. And yes, I have indeed fought a few times, but never for my life nor big stuff. A robber once, and I still got robbed, and another time a bunch of drunks thrown out of a pub, but that time I 'won'."

Ruby tilted her head to the side. "I've seen how much you want to become a Huntsman, Jaune. Why didn't you go to combat school? I went to Signal, although it has been my Uncle Qrow the one who taught me, I really-"

"I never had the chance," admitted Jaune, cutting her rambling short. "I mean… my family and I have been travelling for the past ten years already, since I was seven, and we never stopped for long in a single place, so I was never able to attend a school. I've been home-educated all my life, ever since… ever since my dad died."

Ruby stiffened and seemed to shake a little. "G-Grimm?"

Jaune shook his head with a snort. "Nah, he was a smith, Ruby. Lung cancer. I was seven when it happened. I'm not sad about it. He was diagnosed months in advance, so he basically did everything he had always wanted to do… and there were some really weird things." Ruby sniffled once before perking up, glad for the topic to be changing to something lighter. "And after he gave-up the ghost, we just sold everything and started travelling around Remnant. I've been everywhere and I can understand some of all the dialects, plus I've learned tons of other stuff… but combat isn't among those."

Ruby nodded in acknowledgement. "Well, then I don't see why you are so sad about it." He looked at her, shocked. Had she really not understood what he had done? He had cheated his way in! "You are a good person, Jaune, and you are dedicated to this. There's no way you didn't have a reason for what you've done. You have a reason, you are a good person, and you also have a good heart. Stop berating yourself about it."

"Maybe… Maybe you're right. I…" Jaune looked at her, then looked at the ground. "I-" His dramatics were cut short when her stomach growled loudly, almost immediately followed by his own. "I… think that now that my weapon's fixed, and that this is over, we should get some food."

"Cookies!" She grabbed his arm and speeded off. "I am coming to eat you!"

Okay, after a chapter of idiocy and then some fluff, I gotta explain.

For Ruby's mistake, it is obviously exaggerated. I do know that a railgun is vastly different from a rifle. I just wanted to point out that a rifle shouldn't have sent Jaune flying, while a railgun would've probably sent Jaune flying through a few walls, not just one. He can thank Aura for that. And I do know that it is virtually impossible for Ruby to have mistakenly sketched a railgun instead of a rifle. It is just for the sake of comedy... and for the sake of Cardin getting a broken arm. That way Jaune hadn't even had to do something, he did it all by himself...

Second, Velvet. I am NOT discriminating in any way against masochists. It is a personal choices, and like all choices, it is perfectly fine until it starts harming others. If you are a masochist and you felt offended by that scene, let me explain before you call me discriminatory. Velvet is a upperclasswoman. She freaking destroys an Atlasian Paladin at the Fall of Beacon, and almost destroys a second one (that is destroyed by Weiss with ease... fuck broken Semblances...). She's so strong Coco tells her to not even bother use her weapon at the Breach. Yet, a bunch of idiots who ran before a mere Ursa Major can bully her around with no problem, only getting a "Ah! It hurts" and a "Please, stop". Then she walks away wiping a tear from her eye. Seriously? She's in a school for warriors, there should be no thing as shyness among upperclassmen/women. None at all. Teachers should've hammered that out of her. And the famous "she doesn't want her actions to make people see the Faunus as violent" that I see so often used in stories, well that just never sat well with me. I'm not criticizing the authors who use that, mind me. It's just that if she's so worried people will see Faunus as violent if she defends herself, she should've have trained to become a Huntress. So I went with another reason. She was enjoying their actions. Now, she's not the stereotypical "Whip me, I want to suffer!" type, come on. She's like any other person... just that she takes sexual pleasure in pain. That does not mean she's horny at all times and wants to suffer at all times. Also, she does know that damaging her body, as pleasant as that may be for her, is not a good idea if she wants to also train. Remember, being a masochism does not mean being a demented moron. Since she wants to train, she keeps her body in trainable conditions.

Before you ask no, I am not a masochist. I have tried, but no. Maybe I take a bit of satisfaction in knowing that I don't find harming myself that odd while others would scream even just at the thought, but honestly pain is not something I enjoy. It is useful, but not pleasant to me.

So! Changing topic altogether...

Romance Status: weeeeee, the ride is star-wait, still nothing? Aww... sorry, I guess you'll just have to wait a bit more. They both know the other's attractive, sure, but has anyone noticed how all RWBYJNPR in the show is basically supermodel-material? Anyway, don't worry. Once they fall for each other, I won't drag it out agonizingly long, I hate that. Reading it builts up tension in me, I can feel my blood pressure increase every time the author almost confess but then no I have to wait again. And while increased blood pressure might be good for me (I have low blood pressure problems), I hate that stuff. So I'll try to keep it not horribly long. Besides, they have an empathic link, no? Why would they have it, if not for that? Lol...

Next Chapter: RIP Ursa. Should I even explain?

Until next time,

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