I DO NOT OWN RWBY AND FATE/STAY NIGHT, AND FOR GOOD REASONS!

"As you all may be asking in your own minds as of the necessity of the combat class, when the goal of Huntsmen and Huntresses are the extermination of Grimm, it's because it is not just the Grimm that you will be facing out there; bandits, tribes and some other things will also try to kill you and maybe cook you alive."

Glynda Goodwitch paced back and forth on the stage in front of the class, lecturing them with a sharp and a quite serious expression at that. On their way to class, they'd all went to their respective lockers and already gotten changed into their own combat gear. Apparently, according to the syllabus both he and Ruby given just as the first day of class actually started as the leaders of their respective group, this class was slightly more combat-oriented and had more things involved than Mr. Port's class, and Miss Goodwitch wouldn't tolerate the delays of students leaving the classroom to get changed every single damn time they were called upon to fight.

"The Grimm, after all, are mindless." She continued on as the class listened, well, at least most of them anyway. "For the most part; they do not learn and they do not adapt. An Ursa is an Ursa, and a Beowulf is a Beowulf; so if you could slay one, you could technically slay any one of them."

She then slapped her riding crop into her hand. "Or so think many young huntsmen - those who are foolish enough to believe they can take on anything. In your Grimm studies, you will learn the typical behavior of the different kinds of Grimm you will be likely to encounter in your entire careers. This knowledge will undoubtedly assist you in your own careers when you graduate to true Huntsman and Huntsmen status. But when you rely on those average facts as fact; then you will die."

She punctuated her harsh words with another slap of the crop in her palm. The class was still deathly silent, all present transfixed by the professor's bluntness and sincerity.

"If it was that easy to defeat the Grimm, we wouldn't only be confined to four small kingdoms! If it were only that simple, we could slay as many Grimm as we liked and nobody, no Hunstman or Huntresses would die in their line of duty! If the Grimm truly were that mindless, anyone could do it!"

She paused, both in her speech and her pacing, and cast a critical gaze over the students assembled before her. "There have been some types of Grimm that have lived for as long as we can remember. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. And even decades of experience, all hardwired into their minds. And while we may tout their mindlessness to the esteemed people at large, the huddled masses must believe that they are safe and comfortable in their own homes, that the Huntsman and Huntresses are the true paragons of invincibility. A Grimm has fought Huntsmen before, and as it fight, it learns what the methods may be for a person, and they could use this advantages in the future."

"As A Grimm ages, it also increases in size, weight and even skill in some regards of the topic. Many overconfident Huntsmen and Huntresses have fallen to their demise because of underestimating their own enemy. The Grimm would learn how we do it, how we hunt, how we patrol; it had survived and it will learn to the best it can and study the tactics we ourselves employ on the teams."

"And it is for this purpose that we have held these combat classes and why they exist. You will be pitted against each other and with different opponents each time you fight, and is encouraged to use every trick up you sleeve and put your ace in the hole, or at least try to somewhat survive an engagement. You will also be forced to adapt and evolve from your previous styles and try out new ones to outclass and outmatch your opponent. Those who cannot react quickly in my class - well, they would of course fail - but in the real world, you will die."

For another time, for the eerie quietness to impose an impact to the student body, she cracked a light smile to all of them. "I don't want any of my students to die. To that, I expect you do your utmost ability to achieve success and pass this class through your own hard work."

Jaune nodded at that impressive speech that she just gave to all of them. That was more insightful information than what Mr. Port's class could ever devise on its own, and that was already saying something.

"For the first week of classes, you will be paired with other students on one-on-one spars. From there, I will analyze and critique the fighting styles of each and every student in this class, and then I will assign suitable partners for a more long-term training arrangement for you all. Four days out of every week, you will trained with your assigned partners and every Friday, during a double-length class session, I will run various scenarios and matches to evaluate what you have learned from my class. Depending on you own overall performance, your assigned partner for next week may be changed. Any questions?"

Well, call him bullshit on this, but he felt that question was a form of formality than anything else. It would take a large brain and a brave student to dare try raise their hands on the blonde teacher's straight and unwavering stare right into their souls.

"Excellent; and now without further ado, let us begin the first match. Do we have any volunteers for today?"

Cardin's hand shot up, and he had an inkling of an idea on who he was going to choose to fight against.

"Yes, Mr. Winchester. Anybody else?" Nobody dared raise their hand and so, he did the next best thing to do; he raised his own.

"Excellent then; Mr. Arc and Mr. Winchester, please come to the stage."

He stood up and approached the stage with poise and grace; his left palm on the end of the handguard, ready to pull if something did actually happen, in which he wished there won't be; but then, this was Cardin he was talking about. Anything in that man's head is probably cheating in its own regard.

Team RWBY and his own teammates cheered on for him; even Ren and Blake offered their quiet encouragement to him, Weiss nodded as a sign of gratitude and somewhat a message along the lines of 'good luck.', and Pyrrha...well, she kind of offered a determined nod, which the message was now along the lines of 'Kick his ass.'

Well, the last one he would really oblige to, as Cardin's own teammates also cheered on for their leader.

"Both of your Aura levels will be projected on the screen above the stage, as well as on your Scrolls, for the duration of the fight. The match will continue until either one of you has left the stage, chosen to surrender, or had their Aura drop into the red – around 15 percent remaining."

As Miss Goodwitch spoke, Jaune kind of wondered what weapon he would use if forced to do so when Ever After was out of reach. Most of the weapons were overkill, but he actually considered some to be not-so-much and can be useful in quite a pinch.

Well, he could use his own variation of Gae Bolg; but that would outright be a straight beatdown if he actually used it.

Harbinger, Qrow Branwen's weapon (meeting him a few months ago before Beacon was...okay, to say the least) was maybe good to use, but would also mean a straight beatdown.

Kanshou and Bakuya could also be nice, but they were as deadly as they were useful and even they would be kind of overkill with a student who was just as good as an average swordsman.

A naginata would get him a nice reach, but if that didn't go well, it might just as well backfire on him.

Durandal would also be out of the picture; that thing slices onto things way too easily than normal.

Alright, he already chose what he wanted to use.

"I'm going to turn you into a smear for humiliating me, you damn fucker." Cardin growled as he gripped his mace tighter.

"Really? Let's see if you could. I mean, your mace has got to compensate for something." He said as he went into his own stance, flicked the guard up to show a bit of the weapon and gripped the handle just enough so that he could attack or defend with the weapon if needed. His comment though, actually got some people laughing and even gasping with the gritty comeback he just did on Cardin. Meanwhile, the whole of Team RWBY was literally almost on the verge of laughing, as was his own team; the only thing stopping them was Miss Goodwitch herself.

And when they were now allowed to attack; Cardin charged in, mace overhead as his mission was to turn him into red tomato paste and then end the fight then and there. What he didn't expect was Jaune literally smacking in with a short knife and that thing exploded in his own damn face. The stance that Jaune was in was just a feint to make the enemy see what he wanted them to see, and then when he charged, got into his opening and then at close range, let the knife blow up like a flashbang. Then, the fight truly started.

As Jaune drew the sword, he initiated a three-strike battojutsu attack on Cardin, sending him skidding a few meters away from him and making him defend from his attacks. Then, taking the initiative and seeing his advantage, swiped and slashed on him fluidly as he beat him up bit by bit and not letting him up for a fair amount of time. With his Aura being chipped away bit by bit, he then tried to swing on him, but he ducked and twisting himself so his back was in front of him, sheathed back the sword, lock it in place, and then hit Cardin with the front end of the sheath, all in a time span where Cardin literally didn't register his own attack and got nearly slammed into the wall as he clutched his own stomach.

Jaune then faced him and altered his own weapon through Magecraft, turning it into his own variation of Gae Bolg; the blood-red cursed spear. Turning to a stance much inspired a certain blue-haired lancer, he was ready to attack, while his own teammates and even Miss Goodwitch was feeling the bloodlust of the cursed spear. As said, it was his own variation; harmless but like Tora-Shinai; when uncovered and unsheathed, it wouldn't be placed back unless it tasted blood, in which maybe it will, but he tried to not break it in two just because.

Cardin, definitely not learning his lesson, charged at him once again and he kind of just went with the flow; his way was very crude and was more or less a mismatch of every single style he had utilized through this spear, and even though it wasn't as elegant as some moves most people would use; it was certainly very useful and very effective. The philosophy of his movements and attack methods was like the flow of the river; his method being the movement of the blade was to mimic the way the water moves through everything. To everybody that was watching, it was like he was doing a dance more like anything.

After a feint low kick that knocked him into his ass and his mace on the floor beside him, he then altered it once again and turned it into the original, in which he initiated a traditional stance that you would use in a katana, and stood himself in a way that he could defend or attack in his own volition while not giving up any of the benefits his stance had given to him. Cardin once again stood up and walked in a pace where it could be called as fast as he tried to attack him, but then Jaune had his own immediate counter, because he first blocked it, and then at the same time, he used the momentum to change the course of Cardin's attack as if following Jaune's own movements naturally. He was so caught off-guard by this that Jaune actually caught his hand and then used the tip of the blade to inch his way into his and then let go of the mace, kicking it away as he just looked at in awe of what he just did, and then Jaune immediately went into the offensive before he could even register what was actually happening in front of him; and through a series of slashes and swipes that essentially got about almost every single inch Cardin had and chipped away everything he had; as he was at 17% capacity, he decided to finish things off with a resounding bang.

Sheathing back his own katana, he then poured almost all his aura into the blade, also reinforcing it so that it may not buck on the strain he was giving to it. Once that was done, he then unsheathed the blade so fast that it was just a blur, and then he was at the other side of Cardin, as the man dropped his mace and dropped on the ground, his Aura Capacity at 14%.

Unexpected, but not unwelcome.

Miss Goodwitch was so enamored by this that she forgot to declare the winner as he bowed in front of all of them. "Winner by Aura, Jaune Arc!"

The class roared as they cheered for his win, just as Cardin's teammates helped their leader up to the infirmary. He sat back down on his own seat, showered with praises and affection from his own team and their sister team, along with some other students and also a number of second-years that had watched their fight.

It was a good day indeed

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The night was very young as both teams enjoyed their time together. Nora and Ruby were just talking about sweets, and Ren and Blake were socializing on what books they wanted to read in their pastimes. Yang and Weiss were just talking to each other, exchanging some trivial things like puns and some other stuff that he just wanted to omit from his brain. He and Pyrrha though, were talking about their lives, what they did, what they had to do, and the fun stuff they used to do before going to Beacon or just when they were kids. At first, Pyrrha was somewhat very hesitant on divulging about her own life, but when Jaune opened up on his own life and was honest of every single bit of what he just said; of course not omitting one single thing, she slowly opened up on him. They were really feeling good with each other, connecting in ways that one may seem to be unexpected, out of all things considered; but it wasn't really bad or anything, it was actually pretty good; it's just that he wasn't quite expecting it in the way they were talking right now.

Not he would show it to her, that would just break what they had.

"And then, that was my first tournament win." Pyrrha ended the story about her tournament life.

"Was it really that easy with your semblance?" He asked.

"Well, yeah, when the object is conductive to magnetism, I can basically hurl it at you at maybe Mach speed if I could." She replied. "So what's exactly your semblance?"

"My semblance is Aura Manipulation and Amplification, in base form, actually. But a handy side effect that I have with my semblance is that I can basically make two types of constructs; Light Constructs and Actual Constructs. The first one is fairly simple; I can make weapons out of my Aura, as the first name suggests. Although very useful, it takes a certain amount of concentration to do and manifest and I can only make them as weapons, since it ties to the second type of construct I have, which is manifesting actual things. So, for example, I can manifest a ball-point pen for you if I can. I like the second one more because it gives me more options than anything else, and it is more versatile."

"I saw that you would look at an object for a certain period of time. Is that tied to anything?"

"Well, yes and no. One is yes because I have to take several steps in order to manifest the thing I want to. First, I have to analyze it, which means recording it in my own brain and storing it for later use. Because my eyes can basically analyze something and take the history, skills and design of the weapon, I could basically turn myself into a pseudo-wielder of the weapon."

"Could you give an example?"

"Alright then." He stood up and stood in front of the room, ushering everybody to stand back. Once they did do it without any question at all, he willed into existence Ruby's weapon, Crescent Rose. He collapsed it into closed form before giving to Ruby, as he explained further.

"So, example A; Ruby's own weapon, Crescent Rose. Now you couldn't wield it as good as Ruby can, but with my semblance, I could basically know how to wield it like Ruby herself, to fire it, to clean it, to repair it, and so on. So, if I said that I could; well, I could technically be as skillful as Ruby, but it also has its downsides. First of all, I may or may not get only a fraction of the wielding skills that Ruby actually has if I'm using a light Construct; but when I'm using the second one, I could basically be Ruby 2.0 with maybe a part of her skills. I am basically a photocopier of things at that point, really."

"Wait, basically you can read all weapons, right? Down to their history?" This time, it was Blake who spoke up, and she was kind of distressed.

"Yeah...about yours..." He trailed off, making Blake's own team look at her. "You know, bows don't twitch normally."

And THAT caught everyone's attention.

"Wait, Blake..." Yang then trailed off. "You're a...faunus?"

Blake then took off her own ribbon and then showed her cat ears to everyone.

And quite surprisingly, after a few seconds of heavy tension, Nora spoke up.

"You look so cute in that!"

Let it be known this time that Blake had never been this shocked.

"I kind of concur, she does look cute in that." Ren added, earning a pout and a tiny glare from Nora.

"Yeah, she looks kind of nice in that." Yang chimed in. "Maybe a new hairstyle will do though."

"And new clothing." Weiss added.

"See, Blake?" Jaune said to her. "We're all equals here in this team of ours. Even though you're of a different race, you're still a person at heart. Who cares if you're faunus? Does it detract you from being a person? Those unique circumstances is what defines us, and we should be proud of it."

Blake blushed as she heard those words from Jaune himself. She wanted to retort, but seeing Cardin getting one straight beatdown to the infirmary changed all that.

"Thank you...Thank you so much." Blake sobbed into his combat outfit, staining it a bit, but for her; it was nothing.

After that scene, more questions were raised.

"So...wait, how did you alter your own weapon?" Blake asked.

"Well, a handy little experiment kind of taught me that." He said as he kind of smiled in reminiscence. "I tried to manifest a weapon when I forgot that I was still holding something in my own hand. When I remembered it, it wasn't like before. Mind you, the thing I was holding was a branch for firewood, when it turned into a bow."

"Wait, a bow? Like a longbow?"

"Yup, that kind of bow."

Everybody was gobsmacked at that tiny bit of revelation about his semblance. But they missed one thing entirely.

"Wait, you said in your semblance you could also amplify your aura. Care to explain?" Ren asked.

"Well, to put it simply, I can boost my own aura to literal superhuman levels that I can climb four-story buildings without breaking a sweat about it, and maybe reach this floor with one jump." He then smiled as he continued. "And one more thing is that I can boost people's aura too."

That changed a lot of things now.

"Wait, so that means...if you could boost me with your aura, could we mask this room entirely?" Ren asked hesitantly.

"Technically, we could, yes." He replied. "And if for example, Blake had a boost; she could probably have an army or just maybe a group of shadows all at once, quite literally."

"You could then be the ultimate support for all of us. If you boost my own aura, I could basically turn steel into my own clay mold!" Pyrrha jubilantly said.

"Pyrrha is right, and she could do that if I strengthened her aura enough." Jaune clarified. "Maybe Yang's semblance could make her even stronger than what its base form is, and Ruby's semblance could basically thrust her into Mach 3 or 4 maybe, 5 if we're really pushing the limit." He added.

"She'll be faster than any of the bullheads we have right now." Weiss said.

"Yes, she would be." Jaune admitted. "Alright, let me put it to you this way."

He then picked up a pencil and altered it into the longbow a certain Archer once used, and then an arrow, and pointed it at the open window in front of him. All of the occupants in the room could feel the weight and power of those arrows, and how powerful they could be when pointed at a target.

One thing they didn't know what when he reinforced his eyes, he could see to a maximum total of 12 kilometers altogether; so he could see and snipe very far and very accurately.

He let loose of the arrow and it zoomed to the forest into a nest of Beowulves. Once it landed, it produced a blast that produced a blue color before dissipating and leaving only a cloud of smoke. He then dispelled the bow and looked at them all; safe to say, they were pretty amazed.

"So, Ruby...Does it really feel like yours?" Jaune asked.

"Whaaa?" He was still shell-shocked before answering him coherently. "Um, I mean, yeah it is. No oddities, no marks, no scratches; it really feels like my own and you couldn't even tell the difference. Same placements, same diameter, same length; all the works are there." She said, all the way smiling as she said that.

"Well, then, I guess we better get to sleep, since we have classes tomorrow." Jaune said as they all agreed on that.

Today was really a good way.

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