A/N: Hey there true believers I'm back with an update. A bit of a long wait with this chapter as it was a bit of a slog to write. I had a lot more trouble with this chapter due to its nature but it's a necessary one in my opinion. As always be sure to let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy it.

The humming of his scroll pulled Clark out of his slumber. Rolling over he picked up the device from his bedside table. Looking at the screen it read 5:00 am, he let out a small groan and turned off the alarm as he pulled himself out of bed. Life at Beacon was starting to affect him in ways he would have never thought. Not once had he ever needed an alarm clock to wake up and now he was starting to rely on it. He could practically hear his father's voice.

Finally, slowing down son? Your old man still doesn't need an alarm to get up. He would've teased and Clark could only grin and shake his head at the thought as he threw on the workout clothes Yang had, more or less, forced upon him.

A compression shirt and a pair of shorts were not what anyone would call revealing but it did show off his build a great deal more than he was used to or was really all that comfortable with. He still insisted on wearing his normal baggy clothes during combat courses but Yang had been adamant that he get something that fit him properly and, as she was offering to pay for them, he didn't think it proper to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Putting his scroll in his pocket he made his way outside. Wishing, silently, he had been able to come up with a better explanation than "he did really good cardio" as to why he didn't ever seem to sweat or get winded, even when in combat or training. What that explanation could have been that he didn't know, but there was no point in fretting about it now. Yang had been pestering and prodding him for the past few weeks and finally broke down and agreed to show her his cardio regiment, after that all he had to do was figure one out.

Clark had never once needed to work on his cardiovascular conditioning and had been at a complete loss of what a good and proper regiment should look like. Just jogging a lot seemed, to him at least, too simple an explanation for his otherworldly stamina. But with some research and a little luck, he'd be able to pass off what he'd cobbled together as the reason for his endless endurance, and maybe with some extra luck, he'd be able to get Yang to let this go. It wasn't that he minded her company, quite the contrary, but her persistence in the matter may lead to some questions Clark didn't want to answer.

Throwing on a hoodie on he made his way out of his room and out onto the grounds to meet his teammates, or rather what teammates that would decide to show up. Yang would be there, of course, it was her idea after all. Ruby might be, she didn't strike Clark as an early riser but she seemed eager for any and all team building. Blake was fairly unlikely, Clark knew she'd undoubtedly be up at this hour but it also seemed like she'd be sticking to her own regiment. Weiss would almost assuredly not be there.

The tension between Clark and Weiss had lessened considerably over the past week and they managed to get along much better than before, but she wasn't all that eager to get up before dawn to freeze her tail off running around the campus. But it seemed as though any of her preconceived notions and her misplaced malice had been squashed and Clark was grateful for that, even if it came near the end of his time with the team.

So it didn't come as that big of a surprise when he saw only two figures standing near the fountain where they had agreed to meet.

Sure enough, there stood Yang already stretching and a distinctly disheveled and tired looking Ruby who did not appear to be entirely awake yet.

"Mornin' Smallville, I was starting to think you might not show," Yang said with a grin.

"Yeah...mornin'," Ruby mumbled tiredly as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes before trying and failing to stifle a yawn.

"And miss a morning with two of my favorite people? Not a chance haha," Clark said through a small laugh as he approached and began to stretch himself.

"You're gonna wanna get warmed up there sis," Yang said to Ruby who was still slouched and not all that aware.

"Yeah yeah," she grumbled back before stumbling a little ways away from them and sloppily mimicking Yang. The trio limbered up for a few minutes in silence before Clark spoke.

"Alright...let's get started," Clark said.

"Yes wise sensei, bestow upon us your great wisdom," Yang said cheekily.

"Keep it up, we'll see how long you're laughing," Clark said back with a grin.

"So, what's this magic routine of yours?" she said back with a smirk.

"No magic, just miles. We're gonna do a quick warm-up lap then we're gonna run a quick fifteen miles," he said simply and he watched Yang's smirk falter just a bit.

"You want us to jog fifteen miles?" she asked, somewhat incredulous.

"Well...not jog, run, and yes, for a start," he said.

"For a start?" she asked, almost laughing at the ludicrous statement.

"Yeah," Clark responded, his face straight.

"Like run, run?" she started to look gobsmacked.

"Yes,"

"Like sprinting?"

"Yes,"

"Without stopping?"

"Yes,"

"That's insane you, you can't sprint for fifteen miles," she said in disbelief.

"Well...maybe you can't," he said a little more cheekily than he normally would and he couldn't suppress a grin when he saw her puff her cheeks out in irritation.

"Okay Smallville, let's get started," she responded and Clark could see he had lit a fire under her. "Ruby get back over here," she called her sister who staggered back over.

"Uuuuugh, why can't I go back to bed?" she whined as she stumbled into and leaning on Yang.

"Don't blame me, you said, and I quote "Make sure I'm up, I really, really, really want to do this," end quote," she said grinning and Ruby could only grumble.

"Okay, we'll start with an easy jog. I mapped out a route that's about a mile. We'll jog that then we're gonna kick it up and go full tilt, all clear?" Clark asked.

"Roger," Yang said and Ruby gave a sleepy thumbs up.

"Okay, let's get going," Clark said cheerily and set off on a jog at an easy pace.

The scenery of the campus was quite lovely and Clark had done his best to find a route where he could enjoy it as he knew he wouldn't actually be concentrating on any exercise. If he was being honest with himself he felt the tiniest bit guilty about having the girls run this route but he needed something to try and explain why he never tired. As they completed their lap and came back to the fountain.

"Alright, all warmed up?" he asked.

"Sure thing," Ruby called out cheerily, having seemed to finally come alive about halfway through the mile and was, more or less, her normal chipper self.

"Okay, let's kick it up a notch," Clark said as he pulled his hoodie off and Yang let out a wolf whistle.

"Blake and Weiss don't know what they're missing," Yang said in a teasing tone from behind Clark causing him to let out a long sigh.

"Yang…" he said in an exasperated and almost warning tone.

"Oh come on, you know I gotta mess with ya," she said grinning as she gave him a quick punch to the arm.

"Get ready to sweat," Clark said back with a grin of his own.

"Only if Ruby stops drooling first, I don't want to slip,"

"I'm not drooling!" Ruby practically screamed at her sister as she turned away from Clark her cheeks burning red and she seemed to be trying to wipe her chin discreetly.

He looked back and forth between the two with a bewildered look before deciding it wasn't all that important.

"Come on, let's get moving," he said and he took off running.

Clark's pace was one that didn't even register as a run, not for him at any rate, but to anyone else, it would have looked like a sprint. For his part, Clark guessed he was clocking in at around thirteen miles per hour, maybe fifteen, it could have been eighteen, not insanely fast but a pace that would be considered unsustainable. Yang was trying to keep pace but was trailing a few steps behind and Ruby had zipped right past him.

The first lap had gone surprisingly well. Yang seemed a little winded but otherwise fine and Ruby had managed to loop around them and was one full lap ahead of them. Neither of those things lasted all that long, however.

By the start of her second lap, Yang's breathing had started to become labored and clouds of vapor came streaming from her mouth and off her skin. Ruby was faring even worse and seemed to have burned through all her energy and all sense of running form had degraded to a meandering shamble as she made her way through the route. Clark's pace remained as steady as a metronome, and every time Yang started to slow her pace Clark would call out "On your right," as he passed her and was sure to remind her "This isn't a jog," and she tried to pick up the pace again.

When Clark started his ninth lap Yang was just starting on her fourth and Ruby had collapsed wheezing by the fountain where they started. Pulling even with Yang Clark spun around and started running backward as he pulled past her, and heard her mutter "No, no, no," as she tried desperately picking up her pace to pull away from him and he couldn't help himself.

"On your right," he said, for what must have felt like the millionth time for Yang, with a smirk as he passed her.

"Come on!" she gasped desperately as she stumbled when he pulled ahead, and Yang was clearly starting to slow down and was struggling.

"Come on, finish up this lap and we'll call it quits for the day," he said with a smile. Clark knew it wasn't fair, but Yang teased him so much he could quite help himself.

"Screw...you…" she said through huffs, her face beet red from the effort.

"Don't blame me, you did ask for this," he mocked playfully.

Yang tried to respond but found the effort too great and kept her mouth shut.

As the pair came back to the fountain Clark slowed his pace and stopped. Yang came trundling up before doubling over and put her hands on her knees gasping for breath. Clark, of course, hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Put your hands over your head, you'll breathe better," Clark offered but Yang shook her head.

"Nah...gonna...vomit first…" she declared as she spits before heaving and leaving a pile of sick on the grass.

"Oh geez, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push…" Clark started before Yang put her hand up to stop him.

"Don't...I'll...be...fine," she said between gasps for air, but it did little to quell Clark's guilt as she began retching before letting another torrent of vomit spew forth. She wouldn't have pushed herself so hard if she hadn't been trying to keep up with him, something she'd never be able to do.

"Still I shouldn't have…" he started again but she shook her head and he stopped.

Clark stood there in silence for a moment as Yang caught her breath. A few more times it seemed as though she was coming close to vomiting again but she never did. After about ten minutes she stood up straight and took a mouth full of water, swished it and spit. Her skin was flushed and covered in sweat as streams of water vapor wisped off her into the cool morning air, almost giving her the appearance of being on fire.

"That's insane...you do that every morning?" she asked in a tone of disbelief.

"To start off yes, we didn't even get to the hard parts," he said a little awkwardly, knowing it was a bald-faced lie. "I think my semblance helps...it makes everything...sturdier," he finished lamely. Yang was about to respond when Ruby spoke up from her place where she was laying on the ground.

"Yang...Yang...I'm dying," she whined dramatically between wheezes, and Yang couldn't suppress a somewhat winded laugh.

"You'll be fine, you just blew your load on the first lap," she said with a breathy laugh but Ruby was having none of it.

"No...I was dying...then I died...and now I'm dead," she said weakly.

"Come on, let's get you back to...Whoa," Yang started to make her way over before her legs seemed to turn to jelly before she caught herself although they were still visibly trembling. Clark was hit by another small pang of guilt but as Yang laughed it off he felt a little better. She managed to get her sister up off the ground and turned to face them.

"Okay, I think that'll be enough for the day, let's hit the showers then get some breakfast," Clark said without thinking, and he knew immediately after speaking what was coming and he groaned internally.

"Why mister Kent, how forward of you! You haven't even bought me dinner," Yang said in a faux southern belle voice laced with mock surprise as she grinned at him. Apparently, her weary and tired state had done nothing to curb her desire to make Clark uncomfortable.

Her response, of course, had the desired effect. His face flushed and he began to stammer out a response. He knew she knew exactly what he meant but she couldn't seem to help herself. Clark was aware he was extraordinarily easy to fluster and so was Yang, and she was more than willing to exploit that fact.

"You're too easy Smallville," she said through a laugh as she helps her sister walk. "We'll see you in a bit," she finished as they walked off still giggling.

"I really wish you'd stop saying stuff like that," he called after her and she waved over her shoulder at him.

"Not a chance!" she yelled back her voice full of mirth.

Breakfast following training was turning out to be a rather uncivilized and messy affair. Blake and Weiss had joined the trio at their table and were looking at Ruby and Yang with looks that bordered somewhere between disgust and concern. The pair had piled their trays high with food and devouring it at an obscene rate.

"Ummm, are you two okay?" Blake asked with a mild concern in her voice, as she glanced back and forth between the sisters.

"Mmmmfffmmm," Ruby made a noise that sounded like she was trying to respond but no coherent words could be made out through a mouth full of pancakes.

"Well, that explains everything," Weiss said sardonically. "What did you do to them this morning?" she asked as she turned to face Clark.

"Just a little running," he said simply as he reached from the syrup only to have it snatched away by Yang before he could reach it.

"Hmpf, a little running, he made us run wind sprints for ten miles without stopping," Yang scoffed with a cheek full of food as she doused her tray with syrup, just as Clark had done the first morning after they met.

"Well, you only made it to mile four, I ran ten, and we were supposed to do fifteen," Clark said a little teasingly and Yang shot him a mild glare, her cheeks puffed out from the pancakes she had just crammed in.

"That's impressive," Blake simply said as she eyed Clark. "How often do you do that?" she asked curiously.

"Every morning, sometimes I'll do twenty," he responded somewhat abashed and mildly ashamed of his continued untruths. But, to be fair, it wasn't like he couldn't do it.

"That's impossible, you can't sprint for twenty miles," Weiss said in disbelief as her eyes shifted from Ruby, who was cramming toast and bacon into her mouth, to Clark.

"Well, he ran ten in about thirty minutes," Yang told her very matter of factly.

Weiss gave Clark an appraising look with her eyebrow quirked. Clark didn't particularly like it, granted it was better than the glowers and glares that had come his way from her before. He also knew why she was doing it. The claim that was being made put his conditioning well above that of even the most extraordinary human athletes. Feeling a bit uncomfortable Clark decided to change the subject.

"So what's everyone's plans for the weekend," Clark asked as he clumsily switched topics.

"Last weekend for Clark as a member of team RWBY, we should try and do something fun," Yang offered.

"Well, I'll just be glad to be rid of him," Weiss said with a small grin and chuckle that let Clark know she meant no offense.

"Oh hush," Yang scoffed as she flicked a small scrap of bacon across the table and struck Weiss in the center of her forehead causing her to scowl.

"Children, play nice," Blake said in a joking tone. This earned her a piece of bacon being flicked her way as well.

Blake gave the blonde a less than pleased look before flicking a substantially larger piece of bacon back at Yang. Before it struck the girl a hand reached and snatched from the air.

"I think I'm gonna stop this before it escalates any further," Clark said with a smile as he popped the strip of cured meat into his mouth.

"Party pooper," Yang grumbled, and everyone laughed.

From then on the conversation slipped easily from topic to topic for the remainder of breakfast. Ruby asked Clark if he would miss them, he assured her he would, even though he wasn't actually going anywhere. They discussed plans for the week that didn't involve coursework or running, Ruby had added the second part quite adamantly.

It felt natural, it felt normal, and Clark forgot for a moment what he really was. This feeling of belonging and not being out of place was what he had so often wanted back home and he felt as though he had finally found some semblance of that here at Beacon. He was brought out of this revery by the buzzing of his scroll. Reaching into his pocket he pulled the device out and look at it. There was a message from Ozpin. Opening it up he was a short and simple message, it read.

Mister Kent,

I believe the time has arrived we start your training. Please come by my office this morning at 8 a.m. and we shall begin.

Clark read it quickly and felt a strange combination of excitement and disappointment. He had been looking forward to spending time with his friends, but this was also the whole reason he had been brought to the academy, and he'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't interested to see how far he could push himself.

"What's up?" Yang asked as Clark looked up from his scroll.

"Nothing just looks like I'm gonna have to catch up with you guys later," Clark said without offering an explanation.

"How come?" Ruby asked unhelpfully.

"The headmaster wants to talk to me, probably about transitioning teams," he said, the lie coming to his lips much easier than he would have expected or liked.

"Sounds like fun," Yang said in a drab monotone.

"It's the nature of your situation I suppose, things being as they are," Blake offered in an understanding tone.

"I guess it is," he said.

"Well, that's okay, we'll see you later, and we'll have all day tomorrow," Ruby said in her usual chipper voice.

"Yeah, we'll do something fun," Yang promised as Clark stood up cramming the last bits of his breakfast into his mouth. He waved and muttered and incoherent goodbye as he left and made his way to Ozpin's office.

Ozpin's office had been largely unchanged, not that Clark expected there to be all that much different. The headmaster was sitting calmly behind his desk sipping his coffee. As Clark approached he looked up and smiled.

"Ah, Mister Kent, good to see you. I hope you've been enjoying your time here," he said kindly as he stood up.

"Yes sir, things have been going well...for the most part."

"I'm happy to hear that you've adjusted well. I know this is all very new to you, so to hear you've acclimated well is quite encouraging. But let's not forget why you here," Ozpin walked with purpose across the room and motioned for Clark to follow.

"Yes sir," Clark responded with a note of determination in his voice.

He followed the headmaster back to the elevator and entered behind him. Ozpin pressed the basement button before entering what appeared to be some form of coded sequence with practiced ease. The elevator shuddered to life before it began its descent. All was quiet except for the muffled sounds of machinery, and just as Clark was starting to feel awkward Ozpin spoke.

"You're instructors tell me you are doing quite well in class, impressive considering your lack of formal schooling in the subject before arriving," he said simply.

"Thank you sir, I try to do my best," Clark answered a little abashedly.

"Frankly it's not all that surprising, I suppose. With everything your body is capable of, your nervous system and ability to absorb and process information must be just as exceptional," he said matter of factly. "However, Miss Goodwitch tells me your performance in your combat courses are somewhat lacking. You've actually been performing quite poorly in the practical aspect of the classes, now why would that be Mister Kent," Ozpi said knowingly, not looking over at Clark.

"Oh...well, old habits I guess, just trying to not stand out. I don't like showing off," he mumbled lamely in response.

"Is it showing off for a bird to fly? Or for a shark to swim?"

"...no, I guess not," Clark said after a delay, not quite sure what Ozpin was saying.

"You have abilities that others could only dream of. While the full extent should not be revealed, there is no reason to present yourself in the manner you have. We train huntsmen here, your excelling is not a bad thing," he told him kindly.

"Right, I'll keep that in mind, sir," Clark answered in a murmur before they fell back into silence, and he turned his gaze to the floor indicator. The elevator went down to the basement, but did not stop. Down further and further until Clark was certain they were several hundred feet below the school. Then the elevator finally came to a stop. Stepping out behind Ozpin Clark looked out at the massive cavern before him.

The room before him was enormous and seemed to be carved directly out of the bedrock under the school. Vaulted ceilings supported by massive pillars of stone and steel stretch a hundred feet above him. The room was full of state of the art machinery that Clark couldn't recognize. Everything was clean and new and apparently untouched.

"Wow," was all Clark said.

"I'm glad you're impressed. This ancient bunker is far older than the kingdom itself. I re-enforced it with a few modern additions, but it is quite stable and secure. It lies several hundred feet below the surface, buried in solid bedrock. I could think of no better place to test your limits Mister Kent," Ozpin spoke very matter of factly but Clark could still hear the hint of amusement.

"You did all this just to train me?" Clark asked, feeling almost ashamed of the effort put forth on his behalf.

"Don't fret Mister Kent. Your abilities are extraordinary and need to be mapped out. You are not simply some exceptional student. The little we've seen is enough to confirm to me that; or at the very least infer to me, that you will most certainly become the single strongest human on this planet, a force for change, and for good," Ozpin said kindly but what he said made Clark uncomfortable.

Here, yet again as he had been so often lately, Clark was reminded he wasn't human, but what was more than that Ozpin; who knew more about him than almost anyone else, still didn't know the full story and Clark still wasn't sure he'd ever tell him that part.

"So...what are we doing today?" Clark decided to ask trying to get right down to brass tax.

"Nothing too intense, today we will be simply obtaining a baseline for your abilities. Speed, Strength, Stamina, Durability, and so on," Ozpin said in what Clark thought was a fairly unconcerned voice. "Will also be analyzing any new abilities that may manifest," he finished in an almost knowing tone.

"So...you know about the whole...eye thing huh?" Clark said, a little abashed.

"Well, we like to keep an eye on our training facilities, it's a safety issue you understand," Ozpin said not unkindly.

"Sorry I didn't say anything sooner, it's just…" he began but Ozpin cut him off.

"It's quite alright, things have been rather hectic for you as of late. I'm sure you would have told me; as you have, when our lessons came about," he said in a kind and knowing tone.

Clark couldn't suppress a somewhat abashed grin. He knew Ozpin was right in one sense but in another he also knew he wasn't about to unveil any details that weren't required. Clark being an exceptional human was one thing, him being from another world was something else entirely, and he wasn't particularly eager to start that conversation.

"Are there any other abilities you would wish to talk about before we begin?" He asked in a voice that seemed to suggest he suspected as much.

"Well...nothing that seems to be too extreme but…" he hesitated for a moment before answering. "But guess all my senses are a lot better than most," he offered a little vaguely.

"How so?" Ozpin offered, unable to conceal his interest.

"Well, I can see for miles and well...I can hear people's heartbeats if I want to," Clark responded in an almost ashamed tone.

"Fascinating, it seems as though your semblance;whatever it's true nature may be,affects all parts of your anatomy and neurology. With your extraordinary Aura levels this is quite interesting, and very indicative of your overall potential, " Ozpin responded as he turned and took a few notes on his scroll.

Clark felt another small pang. He was allowing Ozpin to believe what he could do was all a manifestation of some rare and exceptional form of a semblance coupled with his Aura levels. Clark knew that that wasn't the case, but he also knew he could really tell the full and unabashed truth of his origins.

"So...how does that explain the whole laser eye...thing?" Clark asked hoping for at least some modicum of insight.

"Well, I have a theory, but no more than that," Ozpin offered looking up from his scroll. "With your latest admission of your other physical abilities I feel it is a fairly reasonable assumption. Your eyes can focus and see clearly for miles, if one were to narrow that focus and energy you could, theoretically, create a focused beam of energy with you Aura being focused to such a fine point...but again this is just a theory, it will require further study. For now we will just measure your more… well-established abilities."

"So...what will we be testing first," Clark offered.

"If you'll step his way I have set up, what I believe may be the safest way to measure your durability," Ozpin said as he walked a little way before gesturing to a table with a chair next to it.

On the table sat a small device. Clark had never seen anything quite like it. It was small and had a small platform with what looked like a spike held above it.

"What's this?" Clark asked as he looked over the device.

"This is a modified Rockwell hardness tester. It is normally used to test the hardness of different metals in manufacturing industries. It presses down with the penetrator and takes a measurement of the amount of pressure applied. When the penetrator pierces the surface of the object the measurement caps outs. Obviously for our purposes we will not wish to harm you, so the moment you feel any discomfort we will stop the test." Ozpin said rather matter of factly.

"Alright let's...uh, let's get started then," Clark said with slight trepidation. He knew standard bullets and projectiles just bounced right off him, but he had never tried or cared about how far that went. He could only surmise this type of device would also be used to test the strength of military-grade armor, and the amount of force needed to pierce that would be a good deal higher than anything he had been shot with, and Ozpin could clearly sense this hesitation.

"I can assure you Mister Kent, this is as safe as it can possibly be, but if you'd rather not I understand," he told him kindly.

"No, no let's do it, that's why I'm here right?" Clark responded, the trepidation in his voice having eased, even if just slightly.

"Very well then, just take a seat and place your hand on the platform, and we'll get started."

Clark did as he was told and gingerly rested his palm on the platform beneath the penetrator. The stout cone came to a surprising sharp point as it hovered menacingly over the back of his hand.

"Okay...I'm, ready whenever you are,"

"Very well, again please let me know the moment you feel any discomfort, we aren't trying to measure your pain tolerance," Ozpin responded with the slightest hint of trepidation in his voice.

"I'm ready," Clark said again, his voice sounding more certain than he felt. Bullets pinged off of him, but he had never dealt with anything purposely designed to punch through hardened metal. But this was why he was here and he wouldn't shy away.

The test began and the fine tip of the hardened penetrator slowly moved down and touched his skin and stopped. It was a curious sensation for Clark. He could feel it applying more and more pressure but the sensation never got any more uncomfortable than when it started. After a moment Ozpin spoke.

"Any discomfort Mister Kent?" he asked, sounding curious.

"No, I'm fine," Clark answered honestly.

"Very well," he answered and the pressure continued to increase but still Clark felt no pain, then suddenly everything stopped and Clark was a little confused.

"Umm, Sir, I'm still fine, we can keep going," Clark said, feeling a little confused.

"I don't doubt it, but it seems our machine is unable to continue," Ozpin responded as he tapped on his scroll as the penetrator drew back in a considerably more jerky and less smooth fashion then it had moved down, and Clark noticed that the once fine sharp tip had become round and blunted.

"Oh geez, I"m sorry," Clark stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Not at all, not at all, it's an extraordinary development. We will need to make some adjustments in the future but for now we can safely assume the ultimate tensile strength of your Aura infused skin is higher than any known material," Ozpin said with the slightest tone of excitement creeping into his voice as he took notes down on his scroll.

"Oh, okay...so what's next?" Clark asked as he cast a quick glance back at the now broken machine.

"Speed I think, it's one of your more interesting abilities."

"You really think so?"

"Oh yes, your strength and durability are no doubt impressive, but for you to move so quickly that the human eye can not perceive it you must be moving faster than the visual information is transmitted between the eye and the brain," he responded to Clark very matter of factly.

"Oh," was all Clark could think to say. He'd never really thought about it before, but he supposed that made sense.

"Yes, well, if you follow me we'll head to our track," Ozpin said calmly, but Clark could hear the smallest sense of excitement in his voice. Clark did as he was asked and followed the headmaster and he led Clark to what looked like a fairly small indoor track.

"Just gonna run some laps?" Clark asked, casting a glance around the area.

"Something of the sort, a single lap. The track is exactly one-eighth of a mile around with an infrared beam at the starting line. This is very straight forward, we take the time it takes you to break the beam twice and we can calculate your speed rather easily." he spoke in a very even tone as he gestured to the starting line. "The systems are set and ready to record, you may go whenever you feel ready."

"So what's the number?" Clark asked curiously.

"I'm sorry?" asked Ozpin with mild confusion.

"How fast did I go?"

"What?" Ozpin muttered as he looked down at his scroll. Sure enough, there was a number listed. "That can't be right," he muttered and made a few adjustments and recalibrated "Please, one more time Mister Kent," he asked calmly.

"What's it say now?" Clark asked.

"You ran the route again?" Ozpin asked, perplexed.

"Yes sir, is something wrong?" Clark asked a little concerned he had done something incorrectly.

"No...no, nothing wrong, just perplexing, just give me a moment," and Ozpin began to type into his scroll.

The system had calculated 770,015 mph on Clark's first run and 780,786 mph on his second. That would mean he was moving at over one thousand times the speed of sound. That was far faster than anything he had estimated prior, not only that, he had moved considerably faster on the second lap than the first and showed no signs of even the mildest levels of exertion. But beyond all that, he had broken the sound barrier and there had been no sonic boom.

Switching screen he began to watch the visual replay of Clark's run. Even when he slowed the video down Clark was exceptionally hard to perceive. 'Another piece of equipment to upgrade' he thought with amusement, as he watched and rewatched. After a few more viewing he was forced to admit defeat and decide to put a pin in the anomaly for the moment.

"It looks as though we will have to move on for the time being," Ozpin said, his voice a mixture of disappointment and intrigue.

"Is something the matter?" Clark asked.

"Strictly speaking no, but there will be time to discuss all that afterward, come let's move on," Ozpin said as he moved away to the next stage.

"We're not moving too quickly?" Clark asked a little nervously.

"Not at all, we are simply figuring out what we will need, truly need, to get the best measurements of your abilities, so today is all about getting a baseline of your abilities, just as I said earlier. If we are not properly equipped we will not be able to train you properly," he told Clark in an understanding tone.

So, once again, Clark followed the headmaster as he walked deeper into the expansive cavern before Ozpin walked over to a reinforced steel door and motioned for Clark to follow. Reaching out the headmaster of the school slid the door open with more effort than Clark would have thought. The deep rumble of the rollers and the amount of force required told Clark this was an extremely heavy blast door.

"In the interest of safety, I have decided to keep this next test segregated from the rest. That you'll be in any danger...but rather it's for the safety of the other equipment here," Ozpin said almost joking as he walked through the doorway.

"Why's that?" Clark asked curiously as he followed.

"Ricochet," he responded simply as the lights came up and revealed a large multi-barreled gun. Clark would have called it a "mini-gun" but he knew that wasn't its real name.

"What are we going to test with that?" Clark asked, feeling a little apprehensive. Now, Clark knew the likelihood of it being able to hurt him was virtually nonexistent but it still looked intimidating and he couldn't help the instinctive feeling.

"Your reaction time," Ozpin said as he walked over the gun. "This is a GAU-9/A Mjollnir, a 50 mm hydraulicly driven nine barrel rotary cannon. It is capable of firing over 8,000 rounds per minute and I've equipped it with a specially designed birdshot number 10 shell. There are 848 soft lead pellets with an exceptionally high powder load. You will be trying to catch those pellets," Ozpin finished as he turned to face Clark.

"That's it?" Clark asked

"That's it...in essence."

"In essence?"

"Yes, well if you'll observe the floor and walls," he said gesturing with his cane "There is a very fine grate, and any pellet that gets past you will strike the wall, pass through the grate and be counted against you. Any that strike your body will deform and fall through the grate on the floor and be counted against you. Any you manage to catch without deforming them and drop to the floor, however, will count in your favor. The system will measure the number of shots fired and count the number of missed and deformed pellets and calculate how fast you are able to react, with the added bonus we might be able to find out how well you can control your strength in a restrained application," Ozpind finished a little long-windedly.

"Oh...okay," Clark responded a little lamely.

"Just catch as many pellets as you can without damaging them," he said simply.

"Right," Clark answered a little lamely as he walked out onto the floor and stood in front of the gun.

"Let me know when you're ready," Ozpin asked and Clark gave him the thumbs up "One round to start I think," Ozpin said as he stepped into a small side chamber and armed the gun.

The barrels began to spin and hum before a single round was fired. There was a flash and a thunderous boom as Ozpin watched. He never saw Clark, but the clatter of pellets a fraction of a second later told him Clark had dropped what he had caught. Glancing down at the screen of his scroll he waited for the system to register and calculate the result. The screen finally displayed a result.

Undamaged: 100%

Ozpin smiled, he had figured as much and entered a few more adjustments to the system. "Alright Mister Kent, I'm going to turn up the intensity here, are you ready?" he asked, to which Clark nodded and gave a thumbs up and the barrels began to spin again.

This time instead of a single shot a storm of lead came pouring out of the machine of war. Spent casings clattered and pinged on the floor. The barrels spun so fast the flash from the was extinguished before Ozpin could even register it. This continued for a few minutes before the clicking of the gun told him the belt had run empty.

The system began to calculate the results. It took a fair bit more time than the previous test. But before too long the screen displayed the result.

Undamaged: 100%

"Well, not all that unexpected considering the previous test. Perhaps we should invest in a few more turrets, perhaps add an articulated track to increase difficulty," Ozpin mumbled to himself as he made a few more notes on his scroll. He left the shielded room to speak with Clark.

"So...how'd I do?" Clark asked as he approached the headmaster.

"As well as I expected given your movement speed test, we'll have to make a few more adjustments," he responded not looking up from his scroll.

"So..."

"Perfect, you didn't miss a single shot," he responded as he looked up and smiled.

"Oh, so...what's next?" Clark asked a little awkwardly.

"The final test for today, strength, please follow me this way."

Clark did as he was asked as Ozpin opened the door and re-entered the main cavern and began to head towards the back of the former bunker. After a moment Clark was able to make out an enormous structure placed against the back wall.

"So, what's this?" Clark asked.

"A modified weighted press that uses gravity dust, to increase the weight. Nothing terribly complex, we'll be seeing how much weight you can lift," Ozpin said simply.

"So pretty straight forward?"

"Yes, in the main, not terribly interesting but important nonetheless," he responded as he walked over to the machine and began to explain. "You'll place your hands here and here," he said pointing at two rounded handles at the end of extremely stout looking metal pillars. "You press up much as you would with a standard military, but we will obviously not be using a bar as the weight we'll be using would snap any bar half."

"Okay, simple enough," Clark said and took up his position under the pillars, with a level of confidence Ozpin had noticed he had lacked in all previous tests.

"We'll start light, about half of what your estimated maximum would be 9 tons."

"Really? That much?" Clark's voice sounded a little surprised.

"An unloaded semi-truck weighs a little less than 18 tons, so it's not exact but close enough for our purposes," he said evenly.

"Oh, alright, well let's get going," Clark said and placed the palms of his hands on the holds of the press and Ozping couldn't suppress the small smirk that grew on his face. Here was a level of eagerness Clark had lacked before.

"Okay, let's begin," he said and tapped a few keys on his scrolls screen and the machine hummed as it came to life. The scroll read 9 tons.

After a quick glance up at the headmaster and a small nod, Clark set to the task before him. He took in a deep breath and drove the twin pillars up in a smooth, and nearly mechanical, motion. The ease at which he did this was almost alarming. He repeated the motion several times as though the resistance wasn't even there.

'Remarkable, truly remarkable...I wonder though' Ozpin thought to himself. All his assumptions and baseline tests for Clark had been left wildly wanting, this coupled with Clark's own surprise at his performance made Ozpin begin to question if Clark's limits were from his body or his mind.

"Very good Mister Kent, I'll be dialing up the weight to 20 tons. That's a full ton more than your recorded maximum, is that okay?" he asked and Clark nodded, but Ozpin did note how his eagerness from moments before seemed to have faltered a little bit. Ozpin made some adjustments, his scroll now read 9.5 tons, and he nodded to Clark and he began.

This time Clark was visibly struggling to press the weight above him. He huffed and puffed as he drove his feet down and pressed the harder. He was grinding his teeth and grunting from the effort, until finally with a mighty push he managed to get the weight up. Afterward, he quickly stepped back and let the pillars drop back to their starting position with a deep thumping sound.

"Very good Mister Kent, a remarkable feat of strength," Ozping said in a convincing tone, but all he could think of was how interesting this development was.

"Yeah, more than I have ever lifted before, right?" Clark's answer was more of a question than anything else.

"To the best of my records yes, now I'd like to do a muscular endurance test to finish things off. One ton, fairly light for you, and we'll see how many reps you can do."

"Alright, let's get this done," Clark said determinately and took up his position again.

Ozpin made more adjustments and the machine began to hum again. This time Clark didn't wait to receive confirmation and began to push. Just like before the pillars rose with tremendous ease and were lowered in a controlled and stable manner. Clark repeated with motion again and again never breaking form or slowing down as the rep count rose higher and higher. Once Clark broke the 200 marks Ozpin stopped him.

"Alright Mister Kent, I think that's enough for the evening,"

"I can keep going, I'm not tired yet," Clark offered a little shyly.

"I don't doubt it, but it appears your aura infused physiology does not tire in the same way as other humans. We'll need more time to study that, but for today I think we have enough to make some required adjustments, but it's Saturday and I don't wish to ruin your weekend. Enjoy yourself today, there will be plenty of time to train later," Ozpin said kindly.

"Are...are you sure?" Clark asked.

"Quite, you may go Mister Kent, I'll contact you when our next lesson is set," he said with a smile and Clark grinned back as he turned to leave before stopping and turning back to his headmaster.

"Thank you, sir," he said with a smile.

"It's no trouble, I trust you remember the way out?" he said with a grin and Clark laughed as he left. Ozpin watched as Clark left before turning back to his scroll and recording his findings. 'We were woefully underprepared for you Mister Kent' he thought to himself as he began to make plans and requisitions for improved equipment, but even as he worked his eyes kept flitting back to the weight from Clark's previous test.

The Scroll read 10,000 tons.