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An animation I made for the story ^

The sound of an incessant alarm clock rang across a dark room followed by a low groan.
Is it that time already, a man with dark disheveled hair thinks to himself, what time did I even fall asleep last night?

After his pause for thought, the young man slowly spun to the source the noise, turned it off, got off the bed and then shuffled through the clutter that littered the floor to make his way to the closet.

I wonder if I have enough time to make it to the cafeteria and grab a quick bite.

A uniform was already neatly laid out for him. A dark red suit with gold lining with black dress shoes. He lazily took off his sleepwear and put on his new uniform while stumbling around to put on his shoes.

I feel like I'm forgetting something.

He looked at a full-length mirror that was mounted on a nearby wall but was leaning slightly to the left. In it, he saw a tall man with a lean physique wearing a nice suit that did not match his messy hair that covered his forehead and reached all the way down to the back of his neck along with his slight slouch.

Giving a small sigh the man thought to himself again, I hope security doesn't take me for a homeless man that just mugged one of their instructors. I better not forget my I.D…

The man made his way back to his nightstand where the alarm clocked was perched and reached into the top drawer to fish out his official Beacon academy I.D. On it was a photo of the man with a half-assed smile, the name of the institution, his identification number and finally his name… Hans Iron.

From today on I'll be referred to as Professor Iron huh…

Hans then put his I.D into wallet which was sitting comfily next to the alarm clock and then proceeded to pocket it.

I never thought I'd end up working at Beacon Academy. Wearing this uniform and having this I.D feels surreal.

Hans began to walk over to the door while rubbing his hazel eyes. He let out a loud yawn as he was a few steps away from the door. He grabbed the nob, turned it slowly and pulled the door open allowing light to finally enter his dark and chaotic room.

Thus, began Hans Iron's first day as an instructor at Beacon Academy.

Ah… I forgot my tie, Hans thought to himself while waiting in his classroom. Whatever, one of the other professors in the cafeteria wasn't even wearing his suit. Maybe he doesn't like eating in these stuffy things.

Some teams had started to arrive in his classroom while he was lost in thought. Once he had noticed that there were students in his presence, he quickly assigned them their seats. All teams were accounted for by 8:50 except for one of them; Team JNPR.

Once the clock hit 9:00, Hans started scratching the back of his head and decided it was finally time to start class. As he was about to start his role call a girl with red hair burst through the classroom doors followed by two other students. Hans paused for a moment and stared at the three students.

"Team JNPR" Hans said in a quizzical manner.

A fourth student started to stumble into the room gasping for air and raised his hands, "Present". The student then collapsed on the floor.

Hans did not know what to think of this, so he simply gestured to the team where their seats were. The three students picked up the student that had fainted and lugged him to a chair. With all teams finally present, Hans finished role call and began class by introducing himself.

"Hey everyone. My name is Hans Iron and I'll be one of your many instructors at Beacon Academy", Hans said in a very relaxed tone. "I'll also be working as a nurse too. This is my first-year here at the academy, so I'd appreciate it if you guys didn't give me too much trouble".

After confirming to everyone in the classroom that he was their instructor, hushed whispering began. Guessing what the whispering was about Hans decided to confront this by continuing his introduction.

"I know I look pretty young for an instructor but don't let my looks fool you. I'm a lot older than I appear and I'm a pretty capable huntsmen myself. Due to some… setbacks though, I'm now working here at Beacon".

This response did not quell the whispering of the students. Instead, it had seemed to make it even worse. Although Hans had a calm expression during his introduction so far, frustration started to creep up on his face.

Clearing his throat Hans again continued, "My area of expertise is Grimm studies. To be more specific, I specialize in the study of Grimm's weaknesses and how to exploit them. As an former huntsmen I've got a lot of helpful experience to pass down to you so you better pay attention in my class. Some of this stuff might be enough to keep death's door at bay."

The whispering had started to die down and Hans felt like he was starting to regain control of his class.

With some confidence in his voice now, "There are many ways to kill Grimm. Of course, you could just keep bashing away at them until the only thing remaining is a pile of mush".As Hans said that, a grin started to creep up on his lips and he started speaking at a faster pace and becoming more expressive with his motions.

"But that could be real tedious depending on the species. It's really effective against insect-like Grimm but good luck trying that on something like a beowolf. You've got to atleast dismember a few limbs before beating it to death. I'd rather just gut the thing after it's been incapacitated. There's just no better feeling than ripping and tearing through your foe in my opinion!"

Some of the students were beginning to feel uneasy from the professor as he continued on like a maniac.

"The damn bastards evaporate as soon as you kill them though, it's no fun when you can't dig through and see what makes them-"

Realizing that he was making a fool out of himself, Hans stopped mid-sentence returned to his relaxed posture and cleared his throat.

"Sorry about that everyone. I lost my cool there for a sec".

Blushing, Hans resumed on about what the goals of his class would be and hoped that the students would forget about this little "outburst of excitement".

What had felt like an eternity finally passed, and it was time for his first class to finally leave. Hans fell back onto his chair behind his desk and felt a bit of joy at the thought of finally being finished lecturing. This moment of euphoria was short lived though.

His eyes began to widen, his breathing began to speed up, his back arched forward, and his right hand was slowing nearing his twitching eyes. This was just THE FIRST CLASS!

Before Hans could continue his inner conflict, a young man's voiced reached out to him, "Uhh professor, are you alright?"

Being pulled back to reality, Hans immediately jumped to attention. His back swung straight, his hands quickly returned to a natural position on his desk, and his eyes were still wide but no longer ceaselessly twitching.

"Yes?!"

Before Hans, stood the young blonde man who was almost late for class this morning along with his three other teammates.

Hans stared blankly at the young man before asking ,"Umm sorry, what was your name again?"

"It's Jaune Arc, professor"

"Right… was there something you needed?"

A female student with orange hair and an bubbly attitude stepped up "We just wanted to say that we're sorry for showing up during role call."

"Oh that? Don't worry about it. I'm not very anal about attendance."

Some of the team members seemed relieved by this response.

"Sorry but I'm not very good at names. Could I get the rest of yours too?"

The bubbly girl answered by jumping in the air with her arms outstretched, "Nora Valkyrie!"

The girl with red hair responded with, "Pyrrha Nikos" along with a quick wave of her hand.

The last member answered coolly with, "Lie Ren"

"Ah, I'll make sure to remember your names this time".

So this is Team JNPR? Hans started to become lost in his thoughts again. Team JNPR were the ones that took out the death stalker during the initiation, right? They're definitely not what I was expecting.

Hans stared quizzically at each member as he thought this, making them feel awkward.

"Oh shoot we're going to be late for second period" exclaimed Pyrrha. "C'mon guys"

As Team JNPR turned to rush out of the classroom, Hans leaned back into his chair and continued to think to himself.

Maybe I'm mistaking them for a different team? Most of the members seem strong but I was expecting them to be a bit more heroic… Hans eyebrows began to rumple. Well whatever, it's too soon judge.

As 2nd period started to shuffle in, his short break was coming to an end. Hans got off his seat and started mentally motivating himself for another lecture.

The last class had concluded, and that meant Hans' workday was finally over. After making sure that there were no students left in his classroom, he slumped back into his chair and shouted out, "THANK GOD!"

As he sat there in his chair his heavy breathing started to calm and his eyelids started to feel heavy. This chair was not as comfy as his bed at the onsite dormitory he was given, but it would make do. As he sat there with his eyes closed, his mind started to become empty of all thoughts. Suddenly, a loud knock on his door ruined this moment of repose.

With a groan, the professor responded to the interruption with, "Come in"

As soon as those words escaped his lips, the door swung open and a large man wearing a similar outfit to Hans' entered the room.

"Good evening Mr. Iron" said the portly man in a gruff voice. "You're looking worse for wear"

"That I am Peter, and you can just call me Hans y'know".

Peter Port let out a hearty chuckle as he approached Hans' desk

"Where's your tie Mr. Iron"

"No clue. Probably somewhere on the floor of my bedroom"

Peter shook his head disapprovingly, "What were your impressions of your first day at Beacon Academy?"

Getting off the chair, Hans responded with a blank gaze, "Grueling".

"Did the curriculum I assisted you with not help?" Peter says with a raised eyebrow.

"No, it's not that," responds Hans, "I just feel out of my element." Hans began to frown. "Slaying Grimm feels much more natural to me then standing here and lecturing students".

Letting out another deep chuckle, Peter started to pat Hans on the back which straightens his posture. "I am sure you will be able to adapt Mr. Iron; I see great potential in you".

"Thanks Pete-"

"You remind me of myself when I first became a professor. Did I ever tell you about the time when I-"

Hans quickly interrupts with, "Please not right now".

"Then how about I tell you this story over lunch? I just recently chanced upon this amazing restaurant in town with the most superb briskets".

Hans' eyes lit up upon the idea of gorging himself with some nice and plump briskets but he was soon hit with dread as he realized that his wallet was quite famished too.

Sensing this Peter Port added another line at the end, "My treat".

Hans' hazel eyes lit up once again, "Really?!"

"Of course"

Starting to tear up and salivate , Hans replied, "You're a true friend Peter, I'll listen to your stories until the end of time!"

As they made their way from Hans desk towards the exit, a loud banging and an angry voice could be heard from behind the door. "Hans Iron! Are you in there?"

As Peter was about to respond to the stern voice, Hans reflexively covered his mouth with his right hand, quietly locked the door with left hand and then motioned him to stay silent with his left index finger. Peter and Hans could recognize that voice from a mile away. It was the combat instructor and the senior master Glynda Goodwitch. Hans started having cold sweats.

What could she be possibly mad about now?

Hans had no idea what he had done to anger Glynda, but he knew hell awaited for him beyond that door. Peter stood quietly beside Hans, curious of what was going on. Frantically looking around for another exit, Hans motioned to Peter to follow him. Peter, puzzled, trailed behind Hans to one of the windows on the other side of the room.

"Hans, you do know that we are on the third story of the academy, right? Why don't you just respond to-"

Hans let out an audible "shhhhhhhhhhhh" but it was no use.

"I can hear you in there!" shouted the voice followed by more bangs on the door which was starting to show signs of strain.

Now was the moment of truth for Hans… jump out a the third story of Beacon Academy or face the wrath of Glynda Goodwitch…