Fastest Man in the World:

Team JNPR has settled into class, and with it their leader has grown increasingly reckless. It has become apparent that Jaune is not the type to sit through lessons quietly, much to the chagrin of his fellow huntress Weiss. As the semester continues onward, Jaune has to deal with the dry, sterile environment of academia. But perhaps he can make the most of it.

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Ren noticed out of the corner of his a small trail of dust floating out towards the open door, a by product of his team leader's now seventh time escaping class. He had no idea what he was doing, maybe he was off stealing more loose knick knacks or maybe he just wanted to clear his head. Almost every five minutes had Ren noticing their team leader ducking out for a moment or two, and he imagined he was the only one that had caught on.

They were all seated in the back, hidden behind rows of bodies so the professor wouldn't see the empty seat if he wasn't looking. As he finished the thought, Jaune reappeared in his seat, looking rather disgruntled as he sneered distastefully at the paunchy professor.

"Jeeeesus." he hissed, leaning back with a sigh.

Barring the crudeness of the statement, Ren was inclined to agree. Now Lie Ren was a patient man, a necessary trait when one was Nora's lifelong friend, but even he had to admit the nonstop lectures were grating on his ears. The man just continued on and on with his stories, some of them holding kernels of wisdom hidden in them but more of them simple bluster about the man's exploits in his youth.

He glanced at his other two teammates, somewhat comforted in the fact they too were not faring so well. He had to give it to Nora, she hadn't interrupted the man yet but that didn't stop her from having her head on the ancient wood desk. Pyrrha didn't fare much better, desperately keeping a polite smile as she approximated the look of listening intently, but the small strain in her temples let Ren know she too was having trouble concentrating.

"And that my dear students, is how I killed a dozen goliath with my bare fists." Professor Port finished, his rather impressive stomach jiggling slightly. "Oh but it appears we are out of time for today, well my pupils please fill out a one page essay on the importance in identifying pack hierarchy in the field. And with that, you are dismissed."

No sooner had the words left his lips than Jaune had vanished from the classroom, leaving behind a group of flustered students who had been caught in his jet stream. Ren looked over at Pyrrha who smiled and shrugged, and the remaining members gathered their things to leave. As they left they noticed that in the hall a rather broad shouldered man sauntered his way down the middle, pushing aside the smaller freshman as he passed.

Carbon Winchcrest, a despicable man by what he had seen. However, the moment a few more eyes turned to peer at his cocky strut there was a small flash of a something brown and blonde and poor Carbon was sent sprawling to the floor. The rest of the hall laughed and carried on with their activities, no longer paying him any mind at all which seemed to infuriate the boy to no end.

Even so, he picked himself up and skulked off to the next class. A class which unfortunately their team would be sharing, he nary let out a sigh before he felt a strong arm around his shoulder.

"What an asshole," Jaune drawled, huffing and shaking his head the retreating form of the boy. "Guy acts like he owns Beacon or something."

"It would seem he thinks of himself as something of an Alpha. His little fall your doing I presume?"

"I presume that I know nothing of what you are talking about." Jaune shrugged innocently, turning to face Pyrrha and Nora. "Sorry about bailing on y'all so fast, I was getting majorly stir crazy and I needed to blow off some steam."

"It's alright, it is very difficult to sit through that entire lesson." Pyrrha waved him off with a smile. "Anyways, I believe our next class is History with Professor Oobleck."

"I have learned he prefers to be called doctor." Jaune corrected, pulling out a small chocolate bar from seemingly nowhere. "Learned that when I swung by his classroom a little bit ago."

"Did you steal anything?" Ren asked sternly, raising his eyebrow.

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Jaune said indignantly, before grinning mischievously and holding up a small stack of lien. "Of course I did! Man, I guess I haven't been good at getting to know you all if you had to doubt me."

"Jaune, should you be stealing?" Pyrrha asked motherly, a worried frown on her face. "You could get in serious trouble."

"Relax, I've done this for years." He waved off her concerns, not really quelling them. "There's absolutely nothing to worry about."

"Well, I suppose we should be getting to class now." Pyrrha answered, her frown not disappearing.

"Race you there." was all their leader replied for vanishing.

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As it turned out, Doctor Oobleck was no less eccentric than Professor Port. Where the latter had bored the class to tears with his endless stories, Oobleck's mouth raced a mile a minute as he rushed out information. Only Jaune seemed to be keeping up, a rather content look on his face as he jotted down notes in a blur. Ren assumed the he was more comfortable with a professor who talked as fast as the man ran.

"And that of course brings us to the battle of Fort Castle." the older huntsman raced. "Can anyone tell me why General Lagune lost?"

"Because it's easier to train an animal than a soldier?" Carbon ventured, his feet on his desk.

"Racistsayswhatnow?" Jaune blurted out.

"What?" Cardin responded dumbly, glaring at the man.

"Nothing, just wondering if you're ok after than brutal fall you took in the hallway before class." Jaune chuckled, causing the ginger haired man to get up from his seat.

"Mr. Arc, Mr. Winchester, there will be no fighting in my classroom!" Oobleck ordered, causing the latter to sit back down. "Mr. Arc, perhaps you know why General Lagune lost?"

"I dunno, maybe because faunus have better sensory abilities and night vision? But that's just a theory of mine." Jaune replied sardonically, cracking an even wider grin.

"Hmm, sarcasm aside you are correct. Now, what many don't know is that Lagune enacted a foolhardy plan to..." the good doctor carried on, blurting out more information as he paced the classroom.

By the end of class most students were exhausted from the academical whiplash of Port and Oobleck. But not Jaune, in fact the man seemed to be in remarkably high spirits as he prepared to leave class.

"Mr. Arc, Mr. Winchester if you would please stay behind." Oobleck called out, the rest of Team JNPR looking to their leader who smiled and waved them off.

After the class funneled out, the professor looked over the both of them with a stern gaze. He sipped from his mug, taking in the amused expression of his blonde student and the irritated one of his ginger student.

"Gentlemen, I'll be frank with you. Today you both acted like children, not huntsmen, not warriors; children. And I will not have that in my classroom, I can see both of you are exceptionally bright for your faults and I would blame myself for the rest of my career if I stood by and did nothing. From henceforth, I want you both to put aside your immature grievances and behaviors, instead, I want you both to act like professional huntsmen. Can you do that for me?" Oobleck asked, tone fairly normal now.

"Of course Doctor, sorry if I offended you." Jaune raised his hands, a sheepish smirk on his face. "Can we put this behind us."

"Yes we can Mr. Arc, thank you. Now, Mr. Winchester...?"

"Hmmph, I don't know why we have to know all this useless junk. Aren't we here to learn how to fight." Cardin grumbled, not looking at his teacher.

Oobleck hummed for a moment before shaking his head. "No, not entirely at least. What good is all your training to protect this world if you know nothing of what is in it? What good is your brawn if you don't have the brains to back it up? Rest assured young man, I do not make these lessons to tide you over until combat class, I make them so you will learn from previous hunter's mistakes and not emulate them. But for now, to get you up to speed on why you must know all this, you are to complete a 3 page summary of the battle of Fort Castle. Am I understood?"

"What? But he doesn't have to!" Carbon stood, pointing an accusatory finger at his fellow student.

"Mr. Arc had an acceptable answer in class, by the way, you may leave." Oobleck nodded, addressing the speedster.

With a small zip, Jaune caught up to his team as they entered Combat Class with Professor Goodwitch. Pyrrha and Ren were startled but Nora seemed to not mind, skipping as she hummed a tune.

"J-Jaune? How did everything...?" Pyrrha trailed off, concerned for her team leader.

"Fine, I apologized to Oobleck for my earlier behavior." Jaune smirked, taking the lead among them. "Now, we get to blow off some steam in combat class."

Combat Class in itself was fairly simple, practical sparring between students to learn new tricks, hone techniques, and shore up weaknesses among individuals and teams. Professor Goodwitch had explained that later on in the semester, teams would be paired against eachother in larger bouts but for now it was one on one matches only. Many students seemed to smirk at that, Jaune included.

"Now students, who would like to be the first match of the year?" Goodwitch asked, not a soul daring to step forward and volunteer.

"Isn't that running the risk of becoming the first loser?" Jaune called out from the stands, drawing a toothy grin from the blonde girl in Ruby's team.

Goodwitch, for her part, simply pushed up her glasses. "Thank you for volunteering Mr. Arc, now we just need one other."

"I will!" a surly voice offered from the crowd.

It was with no small amount of pleasure that Jaune watched Cardin Winchester descend from his team's place and take the opposite position of his opponent. The ginger man snarled at Jaune, who, in turn, cracked an even wider smile. Goodwitch, sensing the growing animosity, sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, flicking her crop and having the lights come on.

"You aura levels are recorded above, please, go get changed and return when you are ready." it seemed neither of them wished to delay the coming bout, for both of the young men returned minutes after dressed in their respective gear.

Cardin was decked out in his full suit of silver armor, a great black mace resting beside him. Jaune dressed in a much leaner fashion, a set of lightweight black armor overlayed casual clothes. Goodwitch swiveled her head between the two before deciding that it was satisfactory, she stepped between them and raised her hand.

"The first one to be knocked out, thrown out of the ring, or have their aura levels depleted loses. You are not trying to kill your opponent, and I will not accept any such violations is that understood?"

"Absolutely." Cardin growled.

"Sure." Jaune remarked, stretching his back.

"Ok, then in 3... 2... 1... Begin!"

The "match" if one could even call it that, was over in literal seconds. Jaune closing the gap between the two warriors in a blur before Cardin was sent rocketing into the wall with a thunderous crack. When the man had regained enough strength to kneel, the class saw the various dents and pockmarks on the boy's armor where something blunt had tried to punch through.

Jaune shook his fist, hissing in pain as he complained that his hand was throbbing. Cardin stumbled to his feet, leaning heavily against the wall for support, before walking off stage, nary a grumble.

"I... suppose that's the match." Goodwitch blinked in surprise before shaking her head. "Jaune Arc wins!"

The class erupted into cheers, Ruby's team (minus Weiss and the black haired one) and his own being the loudest. He blew a few kisses to the crowd before swaggering off stage with a victorious gait. As he arrived in his seat, he accepted a hardy fist bump from Nora and nods of congratulations from both Ren and Pyrrha.

"Good job putting that asshole in his place." the blonde girl on Ruby's team whispered up to him. "Name's Yang, Ruby's older sister."

"Jaune of course." Jaune returned, pointing some finger guns at the girl who chuckled.

"I like you."

"I like me too." Jaune grinned, turning back to his damn. "But damn I'm hungry."

"When is lunch?"

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So wow another continuation! Beacon in the Night will probably be next, but I might be a little afk for awhile. I'm cooking up my very own original work if you can believe it, with Mysterious Mr. E helping me! I won't say a whole lot, but it does involved superheroes and supervillains! Stay tuned and i promise I'll have it out to you all by hopefully thanksgiving. For now, I hope you enjoyed this little chapter.

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