Previously:

"Morning-sen, is it time to exercise?" Aster asked.

"Well I was going to get dressed and do some training. You can use the bathroom after me." Jaune told her and turned to head to the bathroom. "Oh do you know where I put my clothes for this morning?" He remembered there was a point that Aster and himself had started training and figured this must be the time it happened. He remembered Aster used to get both their workout clothes ready the night before.

"We have them ready on our stool and we can share the bathroom. You can use the loo first but be quick as I need it too." Aster told him while leaping out of bed. Jaune was fairly sure that just having a better relationship with girls didn't cause them to share bathrooms and bedrooms with you. 'What in Oum was going on?' He wondered.

~o 0 o~

Chapter Two

"Come on Sen, I've got both our sets of clothes. I need to go too." Aster interrupted his wool gathering. There was the 'sen' again – First there was 'Morning-sen' now 'Come on Sen' Jaune was baffled was that his nickname?

As they crossed to the bathroom he worked out a solution. "You can go first Aster. I can wait."

"Fine but get in here so we can close the door." Bemused he entered, and Aster closed and locked the door. 'Was she really going to pee with me in here?' he wondered, and apparently, she was. "Come on sis, you better go too or you will need to come back in during the training."

'Sis?' Jaune thought and then noticed he was wearing a long shirt. No it may look like a long Pumpkin Pete T-shirt, but it was just like what Pyrrha wore at night, well that was aside the Pumpkin Pete picture on it. Namely he wore a plain cotton Pumpkin Pete long T-shirt. Otherwise known as a cotton nighty. Lifting he saw a pair white coloured underwear beneath that were missing their 'Y' front. Sitting on the loo and taking care of it Jaune tried to recall the exact wording of this option pissed in what the 'friggin' archive had stolen from him.

He would definitely be understanding the fairer sex now that he was a member of it, for sure. He couldn't recall if he had miss read or if it had obfuscated the details of the option. It's not like there was anyone he could complain to. Jaune should have realized that one way to avoid the Arc father/son's curse would occur by being a daughter. He assumed the fifteen month difference was why he didn't seem to have puffy nipples like Aster had. He could of course be both in denial of what he had while exaggerating what the naked girl dressing in front of him had though. He had to remind his once more puberty hormone addled brain that the girl was his sister and it was not right to perve on her.

After exiting the house Jaune laughed at an ironic thought. He waved Aster off and started stretching. Either this body was more flexible due to being younger than when he started these stretches with Pyrrha or it was because it was no longer male. Likely a bit of both.

"What are you doing?" Aster inquired looking at him oddly. Aster was about to start running their usual trail into Ansel and the park, but her sister was bending and twisting.

"Loosening up. It will ensure our training session is more productive. Here copy me." Thankfully for Jaune, she did. There were times Aster could be quite stubborn. As she didn't complain he thought back on his earlier thought that had caused his laugh. Allowing his body to go through the stretches and follow with the run to Ansel town park on automatic while recalling the event.

~o 0 o~

It started from figuring the curse to his charisma was removed by him now being a girl to thinking that he might now be cursed to not have a relationship with Pyrrha, and he had chosen this option to try to help that very relationship. He'd been concerned the Arc's curse might make him chase Weiss like previously if he had just done the 'do over again' option.

Beacon Library a few weeks after the school dance

Jaune had managed to get Weiss as she was about to leave the library. "Hey snow angel I think you will enjoy yourself if you just accept a date…

"Jaune, in here," and she pulled him into one of the meeting rooms provided for group study at the library's entrance. Jaune was excited she was going to accept him even though he had put his foot in his mouth as always. He had not said his prepared speech, but instead said his usual 'snow angel' tripe, which he knew she hated. Jaune opened his mouth but her glare made him pause and let her talk first. That and also he would probably mess up and this was the best response she had given him yet. So he waited as she closed the door and dragged him to the table. 'Was she going to kiss him?' Jaune wondered hopefully.

"Jaune, I am going to try something different." Weiss told him, and he had to stop himself from throwing his fist up in the air, at succeeding finally. "No matter how many times I have told you that I am not impressed with you. Your poor ability as a student. Your constant use of a nickname I loathe!" Weiss glared at him and took a calming breath of air before continuing. "I frequently complain about your inadequate grooming. Your lack of talent. Yet you constantly track me down, and repeat the same pathetic drivel as you did before…

"Even when you swear you will get better, and prove you are the right one for me. So I am going to ask you, if you know Micha Swen?"

"Micha Swen?" Jaune asked. Was this the boy Weiss liked? Did she already have a boyfriend? No she was never around boys. Except the dreadful date with Neptune who couldn't dance, and made her angry. She really should have gone with him instead. Other than that one disaster she had never had a date.

Weiss pushed ahead on seeing he didn't know the boy. "Yes, he is a third year student a member of team TNSL, 'tensile'. He currently is dating his partner Liam, a boy. However, imagine if they broke up and he decided that the perfect next boyfriend for him was Jaune Arc. If he were to tell you that if you just went on a date with him he would be able to convince you that he was the love of your life. Would you go on a date with him?"

"Of course not, I like girls…

Weiss interrupted Jaune. "What if TNSL's team leader Tanya Hoite, she is a beautiful girl, wanted to date Micha. Should he go out with her to find out if he could fall in love with her, even though he already knows that he only likes boys?"

"Well of course not. He isn't going to fall in love with Tanya no matter what she does…

"Jaune, I only like girls." Weiss interrupted Jaune again and the floor fell out from under him. His snow angel would never be his snow angel. He had been getting increasingly upset with the earlier questions but now they made perfect sense. But wait…

"Why did you go to the dance with Neptune?" Jaune suddenly thought perhaps Weiss was lying to get him to stop annoying her.

"I went, to dance. You have no idea how angry I was upon discovering that not only did he have no interest in dancing, but no ability too. I didn't want to cause a scene, and I don't have a girlfriend, or a girl that I am currently interested in so thought to go with a boy so I could dance." Weiss sighed while looking at Jaune. Then before he had a chance to say something that would annoy her or cause her to go off in a tangent she continued. "I was beyond angry when he refused to dance. I mean what kind of boy asks a girl to a dance and refuses to dance. Worse can't even dance. Especially when the girl had stated she was only going with him as she wanted to dance and had no interest in him as a boyfriend."

"Weiss I can dance, you know I can dance. I would have been so happy to go with you. Why did you not go with me?"

"Jaune, I have spent every moment in Beacon trying to get you to stop pestering me. It would have made you think I was interested. Even if I told you I was only going with you because I knew you could dance. You would think you had a chance which would have been cruel to you. I am trusting you to not tell everyone what I just told you. I don't want people ostracizing me due to my sexual preference. I am only telling you now, as I can't think of any other method to make you realize you will never have a chance of me falling for you."

"Okay but if there is another dance, and you don't have a girl you are interested in. I would be happy to dance with you knowing full well it would only be to dance. That there was nothing but friendship, as you offered Neptune, and unlike him I would want to dance with you."

"With one caveat," Weiss finally said after seconds of looking at Jaune to see if she could trust him to accept being friend zoned. "As long as also there is no other girl interested in you."

Back then Jaune hadn't realized that this second reason was possibly as important a reason she didn't go with him to the dance as the first. He hadn't known Pyrrha was interested in him. There were two reasons why Weiss accepted Neptune's request to go to the dance with her, instead of his.

Now, though he'd chosen this option to have an attempt to have a relationship with Pyrrha, and he could have the one he had tried to get with Weiss, and given up on. Further, it was likely he no longer could have a relationship with Pyrrha. Being he was no longer a boy. Somehow it didn't seem the win now that he might have thought it was at that moment. Then again even at that moment this would not have been his desired solution to ensuring the potential of a relationship with Weiss.

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Jaune shrugged himself out of the cruel ironic memory as they reached the park, and once more showed Aster the initial training tips Pyrrha had shown him to increase strength.

"Okay Aster, we don't have weapons but as Dad uses a sword and shield we need to build up strength in both arms and our upper chest. Doing push-ups is a good exercise we can do without weights to do this." Jaune began.

"Dad only has a sword…

"The sheath has a special feature to change into a shield." Jaune informed Aster. "Come on first we will do the push-ups on our knees like this. When we get stronger we can use our feet and hands, but using our knees makes it easier initially." Jaune told her and started to build up the muscle he would need for a sword and shield. Giving their bodies the ability to fight in the same style as Pyrrha did, and had trained Jaune. As of course that was the only way he knew how to fight. They descended into a heavy breathing silence except for Jaune's commands on what to exercise next.

"Let's run as fast as we can back home." Jaune stated as they finished the last set of crunches that included bringing elbows to their opposite knee.

Aster groaned not having adequate energy to complain and staggered after her crazy younger sister. One that would run backwards to ensure she was following, and enable her to catch up at times. When had Senna come up with this routine? Sure Aster had skipped this three day weekend as it was her turn to be at Grandma Fae's, but she had been pushing Senna on Thursday morning before school. They both overslept Friday and didn't train. This Tuesday morning Senna got them up earlier, and it seemed like she was miles ahead of her in training. Senna had actually started thinking about what was needed to be ready to use a weapon. How did she know about the sheath being a shield?

They got back and grabbed their clothes for school. Yet again Aster chivied Senna into the bathroom. "Come on we need to get in the bathroom before our sisters wake up." She dragged Senna in and locked the door seeing Myrtle glance in annoyance of not getting up in time as she closed the door. "Phew we just beat Myrtle. Well at least I feel like the older twin again. Where the heck did you come up with that routine, and stretching, and the shield thing? Dad's never let us handle Crocea Mors. He just straps it on prior to leaving with his team when they go on missions."

Jaune was stuck on the 'twin' comment and didn't hear anything after that. He wasn't Aster's twin, she was like him a single birth, which was why he had seven sisters. Three sets of twins, and Aster, who was fifteen months older than him, so if he was her twin and now went to Beacon he would arrive a year before Pyrrha.

"Come on I saw Myrtle as I closed the door so you better get your sweats off and get in the shower before our sisters are thumping on the door."

"What!"

"Look I like my long hair but its more work than yours so get in the shower or you're not getting one and can be smelly all day in school. You know the time is set to eight minutes if you see someone as you close the door, or from when someone knocks. We agreed to get fifteen minute showers by combining our time. I'm starting the water in thirty seconds and you know I won't open the door if you're late. You'll have to do the basin wash thing again. Fifteen seconds."

Jaune tore his sweatshirt off and dived in as Aster started to close the door. He then took his pants and underwear off and threw them over the shower door as Aster turned on the water after closing the shower door.

"See Sen, where are these new ideas coming from? I normally get the shower to myself when you are not paying attention. This time you get in before finishing undressing." Aster began swapping Jaune under the water and opening her shampoo bottle to lather up her now wet body. "What happened this weekend? I leave Friday after school as it's my turn to take care of Grandma Fay, and this morning compared to our last training on Thursday you are suddenly in charge. You woke us up a lot earlier than I usually wake you up too."

"Um…

"You forgot to bring your shampoo when you jumped in here, didn't you? At least some things are the same. You can borrow mine and not make both of us smell of that Oum awful cereal, but you owe me a favor. Switch?" As Aster washed the suds from her body and applied conditioner to her hair, Jaune saw his Pumpkin Pete shampoo was on the folded towel on the bathroom stool. He tentatively poured some of the floral shampoo from his sister's bottle onto his hand and began washing his hair and body.

Jaune figured there was one good thing about being a girl. His body didn't give away his interest in his sister. Now didn't that sound all kinds of wrong? She was his sister, he shouldn't have to worry about reacting to her body. However, how many teenager boys got to shower with their pretty sister. Likely after completing puberty for a second time he wouldn't react to just any naked female. He had to muddle through those hormone riddled early teenage years a second time. Oh joy!

Watching the work Aster had to put into her hair. He was glad his was still short. It wasn't as short as he had it when he was Jaune, but it only just brushed his shoulders. A length he could never have got before as his Father disliked him letting his hair cover his neck. His mussing was interrupted by thumping on the bathroom door.

"Shit! Quick I'll help you get the shampoo off!" As Aster cursed and pushed Jaune under the water, Jaune was bemused with the contact with Aster's nipples. "Less ogling and more rubbing yourself!" Jaune had barely started to rub the shampoo out and Aster was cutting off the water following the yell of "Three minutes over!" from the other side of the bathroom door. Jaune was pushed out of the shower and had to rinse the suds from his face at the sink as Aster was between him and the closed shower door. Aster after picking up her clothes and getting her own towel pushed past him. "Good luck trying to stay in here." Aster wrapped her towel around herself and opened the door.

"Aster!" Jaune wailed trying to cover his female body.

"Senna, grab your clothes and get out. Stop trying to cover yourself. I've already seen you. This is nice though. Maybe you want ogle my tits seen as you finally have become body conscience at long last. Or maybe I was expecting too much to hope that." Jaune realized his oldest sister Myrtle was naked and had entered the bathroom. He finally worked out what was going on as she pushed him out. Throwing his sweats and shampoo bottle out at him and closing the door.

So a wet bedraggled and in places soapy cat picked up their towel, shampoo and old clothes prior to rushing to the bedroom Aster had already entered. How did he get himself chosen for Beacon but one year late he wondered. Would he need to fake his application again, not because he would have no combat experience but because he wanted to appear a year younger?

"Dad's supposed to be coming back from his mission sometime next week so we should push to get him to start training us on that weekend." Aster offered.

"Actually I think we should get better first. I have a few more things to add as we get stronger." Jaune replied trying to think the best way to stall Aster from asking Dad to start training them.

"I thought you were all set to force Dad to train us. You do still want to be a huntress?"

Jaune took a deep breath and began. "I've been thinking. Do you remember how both Myrtle and Saphron stopped within a few weeks of Dad starting to train them?"

"Oh yes, I recall Saphron bitching and moaning about how Dad was trying to kill her. I didn't hear Myrtle complain, but I might not have realized or paid attention when he trained Myrtle. I was interested in other things back then."

Jaune thought it strange as his eldest twin sisters bounced off each other with their complaints. Sure Saphron was more vocal, but Aster made it sound like it was happening at a different time. "I think we need to be really fit so we won't complain how bad it is when Dad starts torturing, I mean training us." Jaune offered. "We need to get something to simulate weapons too, and practice with them."

"Dad will not want us picking up bad habits…

"I am talking about getting used to the weight of a sword and shield in our hands." Jaune counted, he could likely teach Pyrrha's style without Aster realizing if he added it incrementally. Well he could always hope.

"Okay Sen, come on spill. Why do you think Dad's sheath turns into a shield?" Aster demanded as she finished dressing.

"I worked out how to open the display case Dad stores Crocea Mors in when at home, and actually played around with it a while ago." I mean Jaune had at seventeen prior to stealing it and running off to Beacon done so. That was in the past by inventive use of the time travel, in a way. So he wasn't lying, sort of.

"What if Dad decides to start training us next weekend?"

"Then we grin and bear the pain, no matter how bad it gets. He really means it. Once we start, if we stop he will not restart." Jaune informed recalling how it was last time. Perching on the left side of the stool in front of their vanity he picked up the brush Aster wasn't using that was hopefully his, and quickly tidied up his hair. Well Aster hadn't yelled at him saying he'd used something of hers. He counted that a win, even if the brush was far too girly for him to accept it as his.

Aster punched her sister's shoulder. "I hate you right now seeing you finish your hair while I've barely started, and I started before you too."

"I can run and get some scissors, and cut it short for you?" Jaune said, quickly jumping from the shared stool to avoid his sister's attack. He then darted off downstairs to see the rest of his family he hadn't seen since running away when he was seventeen. He wondered if he would talk with them as much as he had so far with Aster in one morning. He didn't think he had spoken that many words with her in the whole seventeen years of his past life he'd shared with her, prior to running off to Beacon.

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It was nearly the end of Friday. He'd been living as a girl now for four days, and for the first time since coming back Jaune realized something he had surprisingly missed. He worked it out in combat class their last subject for the day. Considering it had been the last class on Wednesday too it was pretty bad that it took him this long to notice. Then again Wednesday's combat class had all four years of secondary school not just the eighth and ninth years as Mondays and Fridays had.

It was only when his old time bully Derrick Milo began pestering him that he worked out that though he'd shared all his classes for the week with his sister Aster, he'd failed to realize that the students he had known from his prior life were also in them. It was actually the glaring disparity that there appeared a different dynamic in the interaction between himself and Derrick that reminded him of the earlier dynamic when he was Jaune and they shared some classes. He still disliked it, but was busy trying to work out what he didn't like when the reality had hit him. He was in class with his old classmates. He'd fallen in with the usual interactions he'd had before for the whole week and only now thought what that must mean. Namely, Aster's birthday must have shifted to his, not his to hers. His happy smile at realizing he could still be Pyrrha's partner caused Derrick to pause before likely being less aggressive in his taunting.

"You don't still think you can be a huntress. I pinned you last week so easily." Derrick jeered at Jaune.

Jaune had learned from his experience with Cardin that a bully was not all powerful and confident as they pretended to be. He could see the weakness and fear behind the thin layer of false bravado. He decided he needed to make a profound statement to bullies. This was a thing that needed changing from how he'd handled them last life. Seeing his smile had cracked the thin veneer, so he exaggerated it into a manic grin. Enjoying how unsettled Derrick and actually a few others in the class had now become.

"Do I have a volunteer that wants to challenge someone?" Coach Mathews asked thinking to nip the weird interaction. Senna would try to look insignificant and not be noticed, and he could have time to try to work out what was different in her behavior. As Derrick had challenged Senna Wednesday last week he couldn't do so again 'till after this weekend. It was a requirement to ensure no one got beaten again and again by the same person. The rule was no matter which of the three days of the week you made a challenge, you couldn't challenge that person again till the Monday of the week after next. For Jaune the interruption was at the almost perfect time.

"I challenge Derrick." Jaune replied immediately before anyone else could step forward.

Coach Mathews was considering how to stop the fight as Senna stepped into the ring. Noticing the evil smile on her face he hoped she had worked something out since their last fight. Worried he might regret this he stepped to the side and let Derrick line up across from her. "You ready?" he asked looking at Derrick and getting the expected response from him. He then turned to Senna. "You sure?" he asked wondering how she would get out of the fight she'd instigated instead of as usual tried to avoid.

"Hell yes!" Senna replied with a shit splitting grin on her face. Well Coach thought to himself she sure thinks she knows what she's doing. Maybe she finely realized Derick was interested in her, and likes the boy too. "Begin!"

Likely because he was planning to step in and stop the fight before Senna was groped too much was the only thing he could think as to how he missed mitigating what happened. I mean initially Derrick was charging in to grapple and pin Senna. However, Senna seemed to somehow turn into the attack and thus make Derrick miss, and then her left elbow and right knee swing in as she turned counter-clockwise pivoting on her left leg. The spin started by the right foot that then lifts to drive the knee into Derrick's guts once the torque is created. The elbow leading her knee whacks into the solar plexus above her knee's target. The foot is on the ground as the elbow whacks into its target, but it then lifts with its coiled momentum and drives into Derick's gut.

Next her left arm is opening from the elbow driving the fist up as the previously cocked across her body left arm untwists at the elbow allowing the back of Senna's first to squash Derrick's nose, as her forearm like a rigid steel bar is twisted up and away from its folded position. As soon as her right foot touches the ground from the knee's attack to Derrick's guts she is spinning clockwise extending the full left leg to take into account of Derrick's stumbled half step back as he retreats from the three impacts.

Senna's left foot with full leg extension drives into Derrick's groin and as she land's on it bringing the back right leg forward she is twisting counter clockwise once more and driving her extended right arm fist first into his side. It drives into Derrick's kidney before he has had time to curl up enough for his sides to be protected by his arms. Currently his hands had risen up to protect his face leaving the sides of his torso open.

It was so hard to teach children that they should hit through to a point beyond the target, and how to chain attack with all potential eight weapons when unarmed. Senna had used five of them in less than three seconds to cripple her opponent with five hits to premium soft targets.

Derrick was curled up vomiting while blood was pouring from his broken nose and a bloodied fat lip as he'd either bitten or had it driven into his teeth by the back of Senna's wrist. He likely also had either bitten his own tongue or the inside gum of his cheek judging by the amount of blood flowing from mouth and nose. Thankfully Senna was stood a bit away from him in a fighter's stance as if she thought he could somehow jump up recovered from the brutal take down. Kids weren't taught to fight like that for another two or more years, and then it was only those admitted into the hunter/huntress programs. Ones that required they had their aura unlocked to stop these kinds of injuries. Well he was going to have to talk to Senna's parents about getting her aura unlocked. She was too dangerous to be kept in this class.

"Senna, step away and exit the ring." He said while watching Millie squat and tend to Derrick's injuries. This was one of those times he was glad they had a nurse on hand during these fights. She was paid as his assistant because no one expected serious injuries with unskilled fighters. Well this had likely justified a few months of her salary. "Senna, who taught you that?" He was still trying to get his brain to understand that the fight had not gone down the path he'd thought it was going to go down.

Jaune noticed the whole class including his sister Aster shy away from him. He couldn't say Pyrrha taught him that to handle larger targets, nor how the elbow and fist replaced two different shield bashes, and the other fist to the kidneys would normally trail the sword in that hand's attempt to impale the torso below the ribs. As he was not too sure when Pyyrha became famous he couldn't even say it was from studying recordings of her fighting. Still wanting to acknowledge her he decided to just not name the fighter. "I watched several fight recordings last weekend, and experimented over the weekend and this week imagining I was fighting with my Dad's Crocea Mors."

"Well, uhm… Don't you think you were a little too aggressive?" Coach Mathews asked while trying to work out how to get the class back into familiar territory. A few students had grabbed rags so they could wipe the blood and vomit off the ring's floor at Millie's request. Other than the noise associated with that there was no other typical class noise. No chatting, laughter, taunting or jeering. Obviously the whole class was listening in to find out how he was going to handle Senna.

"No." Was Senna's succinct response and the class internally closed off as if mentally stepping away from her. Obviously several more were shocked she could so blatantly disagree with the teacher. Even Aster looked a bit taken back by the short one word answer. "Why don't you think you were too aggressive?"

Jaune recalled both Pyrrha and their defense teacher Ms. Goodwitch and drew from their numerous comments to him last life. He knew saying he had to come down hard on a bully to get them to stop bullying would not go down well. "Firstly, we are learning combat to fight grimm. Grimm don't hold back, and don't care about you. Grimm only want to kill all of humanity. Due to that we must learn to fight the same way or we will have bad habits in how we fight that will leave us at a severe disadvantage to the grimm we are fighting. Secondly, if I don't attack aggressively then I am not giving Derrick a chance to learn what it will be like when he is fighting grimm. That is a disservice to him. If you hold back you are actually being far crueler to the person you are fighting."

Coach Mathews saw that Millie was as shocked as him with the reply. How could he punish Senna when her comment made perfect sense? It just wasn't one introduced at this age. No right now the concept of honor and the fairytales of being a hero were needed to entice children to learn to fight. The idea to do anything to win was only introduced in the combat circuits at this age. Circuits built upon kids that had gone through this type of class when they were much younger.

Taking a deep breath and thinking how to handle this without mentioning aura he spoke. "Though Senna, what you say is correct. Fighters first need to learn how to attack and defend. It seems you are a naturally talented fighter. Most kids are not able to execute the decisive attack you just did after having only watched a few recordings that show it."

He paused and looked to Millie but she had started to take Derrick to the nurse's office. No help there then. "Unfortunately, you are also correct that until you have developed habits on how to attack, holding back will damage your skill." He sighed, but figured a compromise until he could get her parents to agree. "Until there is a student in the class that is up to your skill level you can only fight Miss Dwayne or me, and no student can challenge you to a fight." His biggest concern was that he was unsure if there were fighters in the advanced fighting class that could handle Senna's talent. To become that skilled over a week of watching some fights and trying to mimic it, she was a prodigy. How long would it take for her to exceed his own skill? If she was telling the truth of course and he had serious reservations on that.

The change after the class was awkward, especially as he had asked his sister to not shower and change. Just like on Wednesday. They would do so at home after exercising along the way now that school would finish in fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, they needed to stay in the changing room as they couldn't be out of school uniform during school hours. That meant they were sitting in the changing room while the others changed. He didn't know where to look as no matter where he turned there was another naked young girl oblivious to his peering. Or maybe not…

"Dyke, if you keep looking at me I'll…

"Get beaten up by her. You saw her annihilate the boy you like, the same one that prefers my sister. You think you stand a chance 'Chelle!" Aster said then turned to her sister and whispered. "You have zero chance with Rochelle, and you really need to not 'perve' so much in here."

"It thinks it's a boy. It should change with them. Lez!" Rochelle jeered while quickly getting dressed so she could get out of the changing room.

Senna was stalled on the first comment Aster had made so barely caught the whispered one from her, and was completely oblivious to Rochelle. Derrick was his bully. That was why he took him down like he took down Cardin. Rochelle was pretty, was the thought that enabled his brain to recover finding out his bully was now worse in this new life. Then he recalled how Rochelle used to egg Derrick on when he tormented him when he was Jaune. Remembering her contempt for Jaune enabled him to get back to not being fussed. His sister had said he had zero chance and recalling her in the previous life made him realize he didn't care. He wouldn't be cut up if he had no chance with Rochelle as she was a cruel bitch to Jaune.

"You know the sad thing 'Chelle?" Aster taunted as Rochelle started to leave. "Even after this fight if, and that is a huge if, Derrick decides to not keep crushing on my sister, there are still several natural blondes in this class prettier than you, bleach blonde!"

"Cunt!" Rochelle screamed while leaving.

"Bitch!" Aster yelled after her.

"Oum! He can't be interested in me." Jaune said. Though he had used the excuse that he didn't want to provide a disservice by holding back and it being to help him that he hit so hard that was so he didn't get punished. Would Derrick think he meant the excuse he said? Please no, just no!

"Love triangle!" Valarie exclaimed.

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Authors Note: Last Edited July 18th 2021 What is mine is mine all else is from RWBY please don't post or publish this story partially or in its entirity anywhere else.