A/N: It's been over a month since the last update. I apologize for that.
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Anyway, let's get to why you're here. Here's chapter 7, enjoy!
"... other than that, you two fought well," Glynda said as she looked over the two students in the arena. "Good match." The two students nodded and walked back to their seats. She silently sighed in disappointment. She saw the looks in their eyes. They didn't much care for the advice she offered to help them. To them, she was just nitpicking. Only very few students actually listened and took her advice to try and improve.
Speaking of which, the roulette wheel on her scroll just selected the pairing for the next match. "Our next match will be... Jaune Arc vs Dove Bronzewing. Will both of you please take your places in the arena," she commanded more than asked. Both contestants made their way and stood on opposite sides of the arena. Dove readjusted a strap on his armor and twirled his sword around. Her husband attached his shield to his gauntlet and gripped his sword tightly in his other hand.
'I just referred him as my husband again, didn't I?' Glynda shook her head. She had to stop thinking of him like that, otherwise if her thoughts got use to calling him that she could accidentally verbally refer to him as that while others are around. And that won't do.
"Are both combatants ready?" She asked. Dove nodded towards her and twirled his sword again, and her hu-Jaune nodded towards her and took a battle stance with his shield raised high. "Begin!" No sooner had the words left her mouth, Dove was covered in a bronze aura and in a flash was right where Jaune was with his sword raised high. However, Jaune was already mid backwards jump, having anticipated this from his last match he had with him, and just barely dodged Dove's strike.
Jaune countered by rushing forward with his shield raised and bashed Dove in the chest, sending him back. Jaune lowered his shield slightly to get a better view. Dove was knocked back farther than he wanted, far enough to make another aura charge, or at least that's what he calls it. All he knows is that Dove's semblance allows him to charge at breakneck speeds with the force of a cannon ball and then use the same energy to unleash a shockwave a few seconds after the charge.
Despite his shield being up, the force of the aura charge forced Jaune a few steps back. Dove quickly unleashed a shockwave and forced him on his back. Dove leaped into the air intent on bringing his sword down upon him, but Jaune was quick and raised sword to block the strike. He then punched Dove in the face with his shield and got back on his feet. He then got inclose and began exchanging blows with Dove.
Jaune's sword was thicker and had more mass, but Dove's was longer and lighter. Dove could get in quick strikes from both sides, but Jaune was able to block from both angles and counter at every opening Dove gave him. Whenever Dove backed away to give him space for an aura charge, Jaune would quickly close the distance, rendering it basically useless in close quarters combat.
In the audience, many of the students were whispering to one another, making idle comments about the fight and rooting for one of them to win. Up on her podium, Glynda had an unnoticeable small smile on her face. They were using the advice that she had given them to try and win the match. Dove was using quick attacks to distract Jaune and get distance to try and use his semblance. Jaune was using both his sword and shield to block and counterattack against Dove's attacks and kept close to Dove so he couldn't use his semblance.
The fight was close and their aura levels were neck and neck, but Dove slowly gained the advantage. He was finally able to get the distance necessary to do an aura charge. Jaune tried to dodge but it was too late. Dove shot forward, knocking Jaune back, and then immediately followed with an uppercut shockwave punch. His sword and shield were knocked out of his hands as he was sent sailing into the air. He closed his eyes and held his arms out infront of him to brace for impact against the wall.
Jaune impacted the wall seconds later. And it honestly didn't hurt. The wall wasn't made of hard reinforced metal like he thought, it was soft and warm. It took Jaune's brain 0.025 seconds to realize that that didn't make sense. The arena walls didn't have round, soft lumps for his hands to grab onto or stick his head between. He quickly shot his head back and was met with the sight of his hands on Glynda's boobs. Time froze as the realization of what just happened entered Jaune's mind. "Uh-"
SLAP
Time resumed at normal speed when Jaune felt something smash against his face. He stumbled backwards and tripped back into the arena, landing on the floor face first. He groaned in pain and cupped his face.
The whole class was silent. There wasn't even a single whisper as everyone just stared at Jaune's prone from. Glynda's eyes widened as she pressed her lips together, put her hands down to her sides, and fought back the blood that rushed to her cheeks. When she realized what was happening she meant to push Jaune away. She didn't mean to slap him off the podium! She suddenly remembered she was in the classroom and glanced over to the overhead screen. Dove's aura was in the red while Jaune's was depleted.
"A-hem," she recomposed herself and coughed into her hand to get the class's attention. "The winner of the match is Dove Bronzewing for ring out and aura depletion," she said in her usual calm, neutral tone. "Dove," said huntsman turned his attention to her, "your light attacks have gotten quicker, but you continue to attack in the same pattern, thus becoming predictable. Try experimenting with different attack patterns."
"Yes Miss Goodwitch," Dove nodded.
"Jaune," she looked over to to see him on his knees and still cupping his face. "Are you ok?"
"I thin my nos es broen," Jaune's broken voice echoed. Some of the students chuckled at his expense, causing Glynda to sigh and then slapped her crop on the railing. The chuckling stopped and everyone stood straight in attention.
"Anyway," she readjusted her glasses, "You've improved your combat prowess by including your shield in your offensive strikes, but you're letting too many openings go free. Please learn to identify and take advantage of them."
"Ya," Jaune held up a thumb, it had some blood on it.
Glynda stared at the blooded thumb until he recupped his nose. "Good fight you two. Jaune, perhaps a trip to the infirmary is advisable." Jaune gave a thumbs up as he and Dove exited the area, Dove to his seat and Jaune to the exit. Pyrrha stood up to help escort him but waved a his hand.
"Nah, ill ba fin," surprisingly Pyrrha understood his broken language and nodded.
"Ok," she offered a soft smile. "We'll meet you in the cafeteria later." Jaune nodded and turned to continue walking out of the room. As he exited the room, something bothered him. There was a certain look in Pyrrha's eyes. She almost looked… hurt when he declined her offer to escort him. He made a note to look into it later.
Meanwhile, Glynda was having some troubling thoughts as well. When she slapped Jaune away, her thoughts weren't to do it because Jaune was groping her, it was because Jaune was doing it in front of other people. Did… did that mean she was comfortable with Jaune touching her? It couldn't be that, could it? She shook the thoughts out of her head. Now wasn't the time for this. She would worry about it later. "Alright class, that's all the time we have for fights for today, but I have a few quick announcements."
'Why is the infirmary so far away?' Jaune thought as walked down the hallway to the infirmary. It wasn't too far of a walk but it was farther than necessary from the arena and it was in the opposite direction from everything else in Beacon. "Ooph!" He rounded the corner and was forced back when he accidentally bumped into someone.
"Ah, Jaune," Jaune looked down and saw Professor Peter Port. "My apologies," he dusted off his shoulder, "I shouldn't have been walking as fast as I was in the hallway. Sorry for bumping into you."
"Iss oka," Jaune waved off. Port raised an eyebrow.
"Are you alright lad?" Jaune pointed to his face, and Port lowered his eyebrow in realization "Oh, your nose is broken. Here, let me help you."
"Wha?" Before Jaune could protest , Peter reached up, grabbed his nose, and started violently yanking it in multiple directions. "Ow, ow, ow, AOW!" Jaune yelled with each pull, but then the last one was immediately followed by a cracking sound and a sharp pain. "Why?!" He cupped his nose with both hands. "Why would you… do … that... huh." His anger quickly faded when he realized that the pain was gone, he was speaking normally, and he could breath through his nose again.
"Better?" The portly man asked.
Jaune paused and took a deep breath through his nostrils. "Yes actually. Thank you." He offered the professor a smile. "You just saved me a trip to the infirmary."
"Bah," Peter dismissed the praise with a wave of his hand, "the lads in the infirmary would have done the same thing, only less effective and probably more painful."
"Oh, well..." Jaune suddenly had a fear of the infirmary, "thanks again."
"No problem, I'm always willing to help one of my students." Port then checked his watch. "I have a meeting to get to," he said as he turned around to walk away. "See you tomorrow Mr. Arcwitch."
"You to-... hey wait a second!" Jaune turned around but Port was already gone. He then panically looked around the hallway and sighed in relief when he realized no one else was around to hear that. He then made his way towards the cafeteria to meet with his friends.
But right as he was about to round the corner, someone else rushed around it and bumped into him. For a brief moment, he found his face once again pressed between two round, soft, heavenly hills before the force from the impact forced him back on his butt.
"Jaune?!" Glynda gasped, one hand covering her breasts while the other covered her open mouth. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." She reached down to help him up.
"I'm fine," Jaune waved it off as he accepted her helping hands. "Just knocked me down is all." He pulled him back up on his feet and he dusted his pants off..
"Sorry," she sheepishly apologized again. "I was just on my way to the infirmary to see if you were ok. I guess I didn't realize I was walking so fast." Granted, Glynda always checked up on any of her students who were sent to the infirmary. But to hear that she was rushing to check on him with such a small injury, it made a comforting warmth well up inside Jaune.
"Thank you," he said with a genuine smile and gestured to his face, "but as you can see, I'm fine now."
"How though?" Glynda raised an eyebrow. "I thought that you would still be there?"
"Oh I uh, ran into Professor Port and he fixed it… by trying to tear it off."
"Of course he did," Glynda sighed as she pinched her nose. Her eyes widened slightly at a certain thought. "Did he do or say anything else to you?"
"Um," Jaune looked around the hallway to make sure no one else was around, "he referred to me as 'Mr. Arcwitch', if that's what you're looking for. Why?"
"Well," Glyda started with a frustrated sigh, "since some of the staff found out about you and me, our situation and myself have been used for the punchline of several jokes by almost everyone, including Ozpin", she muttered the last part, but Jaune caught it.
"Wait, everyone's been teasing you about this? Even Ozpin?" Glynda noticed how his expression hardened.
"Jaune, we are huntsmen and huntresses sworn to protect the world and we are professors tasked to train the next generation of Remnant's protectors. It is a very stressful job for us all. We take what we can get to ease the stress." Glynda explained. She smiled softly when Jaune's expression softened up.
"Still doesn't seem fair to you."
"I can't complain too much. It's all harml-" she remembered throwing Qrow out the window two days ago, "It's all just a little fun. Besides, I was once the trouble maker myself." She chuckled at Jaune's widened eyes. "Oh relax, I was no worse than Miss Xiao Long is."
"Yang as a teacher…" Jaune shuddered at the thought, "... those poor young, innocent souls. Lord have mercy."
"Though thankfully I never tortured anyone with puns, I was more of a prankster. Just some small harmless jokes here and there." She smiled in nostalgia.
The smile was contagious. "Sounded like you had fun. Why did you stop?"
"Lets… just say I finally bit off more than I could chew." She wasn't sure if she should tell him it. She, Peter, Oobleck, and Ozpin swore never to tell anyone about that. But with how Jaune's eyes shone with curiosity… "You want to know the story, don't you?"
"Please, if it's not too much trouble," He nodded. Glynda briefly looked around the hallway and then back at Jaune.
"Not here, it's too public. Back in my office?"
"Sure," Jaune nodded and followed her lead. Along the way they passed some students in the hallway. Glynda noticed that the students were giving them odd looks as they passed. She turned to Jaune and she stopped and stared at him with wide eyes in realization. "Uh, is something wrong?" Jaune asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Um, perhaps you should use restroom over there," she gestured to the wall next to them where the restrooms where. "Your nose and lip are still covered in blood."
Jaune touched his lip and nose and gasped when he felt the dried blood. "Oh yeah, I should. Thanks." He hurried off into the bathroom to wash up.
Glynda had another realization. Several students saw her walking down the hall with a bloody nosed Jaune close behind. Knowing the Beacon rumor mill, word would spread about how she was prancing Jaune and his injury around the school as a show of dominance and a warning to others.
She couldn't tell if it was a bad thing or not.
A/N: And there we have it.
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