Welp, here it is.
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Shihaku4 - Raven and Vernal are the only shamans of the Branwen tribe, Silva is from the different tribe, Patch Tribe. Basically in this story it isn't only a single Patch tribe that's responsible for the tournament and instead of that there are many of them.
X3runner - The boost from this training will be a bit bigger compared to the usual boost from the near death experiences in the original story but it isn't going to be quite as big as the Book or Hell boost from the manga.
Guest, Reader, Gamelover41592 - Thanks. :)
Everything hurt.
Back when they were still in the Dark Cave Jaune couldn't feel how much his body had suffered, either because of his senses being completely gone or because of the adrenaline that was flowing through him right after he escaped that place, but after a few hours had passed and he had the chance to actually look at himself, he had to say he probably had never felt as bad as he felt right now.
Both of his arms were covered in thin, and already red from his blood, bandages that they found among the very few medical supplies that Raven was willing to share with them. He only hoped that she would be willing to share a few more after the ones he had on him right now became too damp to be of any use to him.
It wasn't like he was the only one who was in such a story state either as Whitley appeared to have been hurt even worse than he did.
A look to the side allowed him to see the pained grimace the Schnee shaman had on his face as his older sister was tending to his wounds. Considering how deep some of those wounds on Whitley looked, Jaune wouldn't be surprised if his friend ended up with a couple of scars as a result of their training.
At the very least Ren and Chocolove didn't appear to be that hurt, while the exercise did wound both of them quite a bit their unlocked Auras greatly helped with recovering their health.
"Seriously, just let me unlock your Aura. It would be so much easier." Weiss said with some annoyance while tightening the bandages on Whitley's arms. "And don't even try to say that it would make you a lesser shaman, two of the people you travel with have their Auras unlocked and are participating in the tournament at the same time so that excuse is just dumb."
Whitley opened his mouth to answer but was forced to groan in pain instead as his sister put a bit more pressure on his shoulder to finish bandaging him.
"That's not that simple, girl." Raven said with a small scoff as she entered the tent they chose to patch themselves in, getting all of their attention on herself. "From your perspective of a huntress in training it might appear like not having Aura unlocked is just stupid but that boy you are tending to is a shaman not a huntsman."
The rather generalized answer from Raven earned a couple of raised eyebrows from all of their not shaman friends.
"She means that while for huntsman combat strength is the most important aspect in their profession, for shamans combat strength and capabilities are only secondary." Silva said with a sigh from behind his fellow judge as he entered the tent right after her. "In the end, shaman's main purpose is to be the medium between the ordinary and the spiritual world, and they wouldn't be able to do that just as well if their Aura was stopping them from forming a connection with the spirit they were trying to help."
All the people not experienced with shamanic tradition blinked a couple of times as they watched Raven and Silva slowly move to the other side of the tent and as their mind processed the information they've just learned.
"Ohh, so that's why Jauney and Whitley refuse to have their Aura's unlocked." Nora nodded a couple of times as she got over the information while not noticing the rather bashful look on Jaune's face.
"Not really." Jaune interjected while scratching the back of his head with one of his bandaged hands. "While that probably is the true reason why shamans as a whole prefer to not have their Auras unlocked, my personal reason is way simpler than that."
Silva looked at Jaune with some curiosity in his eyes.
"Pray tell, what is your reason for not accepting to have such an advantage in fights then?"
"Simple, when I first learned how to be a shaman from the old man Asakura, who was a ghost at that time, he made me promise him not to stray too far from his teachings and one of those teachings was to not have my Aura unlocked." Jaune said with a quiet and awkward laugh at the end.
The response to his admission was a hearty laugh from Raven and a nearly silent hum of interest and worry from Silva.
"Old man Asakura, you say?" Silva asked while looking steadily at Jaune as if trying to see right through him but before he could get any answers a loud grumble made all of them focus on the other part of the tent.
"Yes, yes, yes." Ozpin rolled his eyes through the body of Oscar as their annoyed voice spread through the tent. "I'm sure that it's very fascinating for all of you to hear about some famous shamans of old but can we please get on with it and start talking about the real reason why we are here and what to do about that immortal monster that is Hao."
Everyone shifted their gazes towards Ozpin and Oscar, the younger one of them was probably shivering inside their head at all of the attention their last words got onto them, before a loud sigh from Raven broke that stare off.
"I suppose we get right into it then." Raven leaned back as she sat down near the soft wall of the tent. "You all probably had already guessed that I wouldn't be risking my position as a judge and possibly life to train you if I didn't have some plan to take Hao down, right?"
A couple nods of confirmation followed Raven's question.
"Good." Raven nodded slightly. "First things first, while I did allow you lot to get quite a bit stronger, it likely still won't be enough to be considered a real threat to Hao, I don't think any amount of training or forceful increase of Furyoku would as that monster has literal centuries of training in the after life over, but honest fight with Hao is probably the last thing any of you want to do anyway."
Another couple of nods were a response to Raven's statements although there was a single voice of dissatisfaction.
"We will have to fight against him sooner or later anyway if we want to proceed with the Shaman Fight. Do you want us to simply give up on the tournament?" Whitley said with a frown and a scoff.
"Personally, I believe that it would be the most obvious thing to do in your position." Silva answered. "Shamans of your strength and experience couldn't hope to reach the finals anyway."
"What did you say?!" Whitley shouted as he stood up and grabbed his saber.
Silva looked at the furious Whitley with the eyes of indifference and maybe even boredom, the newly earned strength of the Schnee shaman not making a big impression on him especially since there wasn't an occasion to test it yet.
"I know that you probably don't want to hear it but sometimes you need to know that you are simply outclassed." Silva said plainly. "I have no idea how much your power grew thanks to that training of yours but even if it rose so drastically that you can't compare your previous strength to the current one, you still wouldn't be a match for the very top dogs of the tournament and trust me the only result you will have from fighting against someone that much stronger than you is death."
"Y-You-" Whitley stuttered in anger.
Everyone looked at both the younger Schnee and the tournament Judge in worry as the tension in the tent continued to rise. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that everyone could already see the fight happening as the small strands of Furyoku started to gather around Whitley who appeared to be preparing for battle.
"Knock it off you two!" Raven shouted crudely. "If you really want to fight then do it outside and only after I'm done explaining my plan for the future of the tournament to you guys because I have absolutely no desire to repeat myself just because you two couldn't keep to yourselves for a couple of minutes!"
Silva and Whitley turned towards the Branwen shaman, one of them with a raised eyebrow and the other with a frown, before Whitley clicked his tongue and sat down again, though one could easily see the pout that was on his face.
Raven rolled her eyes in exasperation at her guests' behavior. She didn't really appear to be that mad about it however, probably because she was used to working with unruly people by being the leader of one of the worst shaman tribes of the world.
"Now that that's dealt with we can finally start tackling the real issue right now." Raven said. "I'm not saying that you shouldn't try to win the tournament because if you somehow do this then you will be easily able to deal with Hao by simply not forcing him to stay in the afterlife, not allowing him to reincarnate but but realistically we need a plan to deal with Hao after you likely fail, understand?"
Whitley nodded slowly while still gritting his teeth in anger at the attitude the judges appeared to have about their chances in the tournament.
"Okay, the moment you lose I want you to know that the process of mending with the Great Spirit isn't instantaneous and that it will be the perfect moment to execute our plan." Raven stopped her explanation as she saw a raised hand from her dead friend. "Really Summer? It's not a class if you have a question, ask it."
Ruby blinked a couple times at that interaction in confusion before deciding to sate her curiosity and ask Jaune about what's going on.
"Summer was curious whether the winner of the tournament will have some protection from others during their mending with the Great Spirit so she raised her hand to ask the question as if it was school." Jaune whispered, describing what Ruby's mother was doing to her.
"Yeah, that's actually a good question." Ruby whispered to herself.
"Obviously they will be protected." Raven rolled her eyes as if that was the most obvious thing ever. "The future Shaman King is always protected during the mending ritual by one representative from every tribe responsible for judging the tournament in that generation which will include me this time. Don't worry about getting past them however, you will receive help from me, my tribe, and whoever we manage to convince that a monster like Hao shouldn't become the Shaman King."
"Of course that moment will be our very last chance so if you see an occasion to accomplish Raven's plan earlier, you should take it." Silva added.
"Of course." Raven nodded. "The most important part however is the thing that I want you to do and that is to forcefully separate Ozpin's soul from Oscar and allow it to try to devour Hao's very own soul."
"What!?" Ozpin, through Oscar's body, shouted so loudly the entire tent shook a little.
Everyone slowly looked towards the agitated body of the young boy that was controlled by the old immortal.
"You wanted to know the reason I needed you here so you have it, I have no idea from where that surprise of yours came." Raven massaged her ears a little as if to soothe them after being assaulted by the loud shout from Ozpin.
"But my immortality only came from the brother gods and didn't you say that they weren't even real deities?" Ozpin asked with an incredulous expression on his face. "Why do you think that I would be able to assimilate the soul of such a monster?"
"The brother gods were still the guardian spirits of the previous Shaman King and you know how powerful they can be so at the very least they have some power of the Great Spirit behind them." Raven said slowly. "Besides, in case it really won't work and your soul will be the one to be devoured by Hao instead, then we will still get rid of one immortal monster and help the soul of that poor boy you are currently eating."
"W-What?" Ozpin asked in shock.
"Don't think that I haven't noticed how Oscar has been interacting with us less and less." Raven said. "Tell me honestly Ozpin, how long does that boy have left before he becomes just another part of you?"
Multiple gasps echoed through the tent.
"How quickly are you eating Oscar away?!" Nora said with a slight recoil.
"The process of melding Oscar's soul hasn't gone that far yet." Ozpin said with a slight grumble. "I can assure you that young Oscar is still here and aware of everything that's happening. I can tell you what he's telling me right now and even give control to him should the need for it arise, I'm just keeping the control for now because of how delicate the situation is right now."
Despite Ozpin's excuses not many present people looked at him in the good light at the moment, especially if they themselves were shamans or already dead as they were somewhat aware what the complete destruction of the soul could mean.
The uncomfortable situation would have probably continued for longer but a quiet sigh from Silva ended it prematurely.
"The lack of morals of using one immortal monster to end the other aside, how are they going to actually do it?" Silva leaned forward a little. "It's not like Hao's going to just stand in place while those kids stumble their way into throwing Ozma's soul at him. I don't think they even know how to operate on souls on such a delicate scale."
Silva's doubts brought another fit of anger to Whitley and a slight feeling of surprise to Ozpin for someone knowing about his real name.
"What's your problem with us, you coward?!" Whitley shouted.
"My problem?" Silva raised his eyebrows as if the answer to that was obvious. "My problem is that by helping you I risk the lives of me, my entire family, and possibly the entire non shaman populations of the world and all that you have to show for it is a little power boost and a plan that's so vague and ridiculously difficult to accomplish that we might have just as well not have any plan at all!"
While the Faunus judge started his answer with a rather calm and collected tone by the end of the rant he was already standing and shouting loud enough for the entire camp to hear him well.
"Yeah? Well, at least we have something and we aren't simply going to give up, and abandon all our hope, because we are too scared of the biggest challenge in the tournament to do anything!" Whitley shouted back while drawing his saber.
"Uhm..." Ruby started meekly. "Guys?"
Compared to Ruby's nervous reaction and everyone else's worried looks, Jaune and Raven appeared to be rather relaxed considering the situation that was happening. Jaune even leaned a little back to take a more comfortable position.
"Forget it, Ruby." Jaune said while observing the situation. "Let them fight, both of them are simply too stressed because of the impossible situation they found themselves in and in the end neither of them has any idea what to really do with it."
Ruby, Yang, and practically everyone of them who hasn't been dropped in the Dark Cave looked at him with some wonder in their eyes.
"That's a surprisingly mature way to look at these two." Summer said with some amazement in her voice.
"It's because it is." Raven said, startling the spirit of her friend a little. "That boy of yours spent almost and entire week in the place where the Spirit of Fire was sealed, a place where even the concept of time seemed to have been burnt away, and managed to be the first one of the entire group to escape it without any help, I would be surprised if he wasn't at least that mature after all of that."
During Raven's explanation to Summer both Silva and Whitley managed to leave the tent with all of their guardian spirits and probably already began preparing for the fight.
"Let's go see how this fight will turn out." Raven smirked before taking a couple steps towards the tent's entrance. "We wouldn't want to miss seeing the results of your training now, would we?"
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Right outside the camp...
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Whitley's blood was boiling.
He couldn't remember the last time someone made him this angry before. Even the false shamans like Ren and Chocolove at their worst weren't nearly half as annoying as that self-defeating coward like that Faunus judge was.
"Whitley, are you sure that you want to fight so quickly after your training?" His grandfather, Nicholas,said with concern in his voice. "Your arms still are bloody from the climb and I'm pretty sure that Silva won't be an easy opponent."
"Yes, I'm certain." Whitley answered, not a shred of doubt in his voice. "I need to show this coward that if there's anyone who can oppose Hao then it's us."
"I would listen to your grandfather, kid." Silva said with indifference as his guardian spirits formed about half a dozen different Over Souls around him. "While I certainly will enjoy smacking you around a little, we are technically on the same side."
Whitley scoffed in response. It's not like that coward would understand his reasoning behind wanting this fight so much even if he explained it to him directly word by word the only thing he needed to do anyway was to win.
Not only did he have to win this fight to convince that coward of their chances, he also had to do that to convince himself of it.
He knew how it felt to lose all the hope and will because of facing impossible odds. He had felt the very same thing when he first witnessed Hao burnt a spirit out of existence after all, and his despair back then was multiplied by the apathy grimm on top of that.
Whitley gripped his saber harder and blood started dropping from his palms as the wounds on his hands were aggravated.
"Nicholas. Spirit ball form." Whitley commanded without taking his eyes off the opponent and his grandfather immediately got ready for an Over Soul.
Whitley slowly moved one of his hands to the old saber he held in the other as the Furyoku around him followed the path his arm took without him straining himself or doing anything unusual.
"Over Soul to the saber!" Whitley said louder than usually as he began carefully merging his grandfather's soul with the saber in his hand.
Trees nearby swayed, tents were almost lifted from the ground, and the ground around him shook a little as strands of Furyoku rushed to his saber, moving the entire world around him by doing so. In the middle of his Over Soul formation process he had to lower his arms and even stab the tip of his blade into the ground because the pressure from the wind on him was too high to keep them up.
The familiar gray aura visible only to shamans soon started appearing around the blade of his saber although it wasn't nearly as huge as the effect on the area around would suggest.
In fact the gray aura appeared to actually be way smaller than when he had formed his Over Soul before the training in the Dark Cave.
"Is that it?" Silva asked with an unimpressed expression on his face.
The older shaman proceeded to extend his arm forwards and a materialized spirit of a snake launched forward at Whitley. Its speed was way beyond what any normal snake could manage as if anyone were to blink in that attack they would have missed it completely.
Whitley however wasn't impressed.
For some unexplained reason the attack just seemed incredibly sluggish to him, as if he could easily dodge it if he just simply walked to the side. Yet despite that, he didn't bother to move at all.
The snake came closer to his face and when it was a mere meter away from him it began coiling to the side as though it wanted to ensure that he wouldn't dodge.
Whitley scowled slightly before gently touching the ground in front of him with the tip of his blade.
Just as the spiritual snake was about to bite his face off it suddenly found itself trapped by a huge steel hand that grew out of the ground.
The snake struggled and tried to escape with all of its might but the steel hand was immovable. A single finger from this hand was large enough to form a decent shield that would block most attacks let alone an entire hand with five fingers like these.
"That's quite surprising." Silva said with a little shock in his voice before dashing a bit backwards in case he was in Whitley's range.
"Now it's my turn." Whitley said with a slight frown before stabbing his saber into the ground.
Usually action like that would result in him creating a bunch of spiritual steel spikes from the ground to attack his opponent but this time when he did that he felt his Furyoku going a lot deeper into the earth and actually forming something while still underground.
Knowing of all the different ways his newly upgraded Over Soul could be used Whitley couldn't help but smirk and prepare something that would certainly make that coward judge acknowledge their newfound strength.
In a matter of seconds ground around him began to shake violently as the spiritual steel rose from under him. At first that steel looked only like a small dome under his feet but as he was lifted above the canopies of the trees it quickly became apparent what was the object his steel that he was making.
"Whitley is flying!" Nora shouted in excitement as she saw the Schnee shaman rise above the trees while pushing away everything around him.
Whitley smirked in satisfaction as Nora's words entered his ear. He supposed that for someone who was spiritually unaware it would look like he was levitating but the reality of his situation was quite different.
"By the brother gods, it's huge!" Ozpin said while looking up yet being unable to actually see Whitley clearly.
"I should have figured that his Over Soul would take a form like that." Ren muttered to himself loudly. "He just couldn't let someone else have the biggest spirit now, could he? Even if that person was an immortal monster with centuries of experience."
A proud laugh escaped Whitley as he looked at the seemingly small forest before him, though maybe referring to that forest as small would have been a bit inaccurate from his perspective, after all what wouldn't be considered tiny from the shoulders of his Steel Giant.
"Great, so you created a giant statue." Silva rolled his eyes as a pair of spiritual wings appeared on his back. "I'm sure that other competitors are going to be terrified of you now."
With his taunt said, Silva launched into the air at a speed that would make the best pilots in any kingdom jealous. Wind formed hurricanes around him as every flap of the older shaman's wings pushed so much air around that the ordinary populace would have thought making wind blows was his semblance.
Silva aimed directly at Whitley knowing full well that targeting the shaman would have been the easiest way to get rid of an annoying Over Soul but before he could even get close he was swatted away by a huge steel hand of the giant.
The Faunus shaman barreled to the ground, breaking a couple of tree branches along the way.
"Huh, is that it?" Whitley asked with a smug expression on his face, returning the very first question of the battle back at the judge on the ground.
"Okay, I have to say, I certainly didn't expect that giant to be able to move that quickly." Silva admitted as he spat to the side to get rid of the taste of dirt and blood his mouth seemed to enjoy at the moment. "Though if you believe that some giant steel golem will be enough for you to be considered a real threat in the tournament then I will have to correct your misconception."
Silva once again flew into the air, although this time away from the Steel Giant rather than towards him, before quickly manifesting all of his Over Souls along the wings and snake he was using until now and making all of them besides the wings fly right in front of him to combine.
"If you think that I will just allow you to prepare some powerful attack, then you are sorely mistaken!" Whitley shouted before commanding his Steel Giant to move forward and interrupt Silva's preparations.
Sadly, despite the Steel Giant being fast enough to easily intercept any direct attack at him, it wasn't quite fast enough to catch up to Silva keeping his distance with his Over Soul formed solely for movement.
"Please, if you could stop me with that giant piece of metal you are controlling right now then I maybe would have even really considered you as a decent contestant of the tournament." Silva said with a slightly mocking tone as all of his Over Souls formed a huge spiritual totem that also functioned as a gun.
Whitley gritted his teeth in annoyance as he immediately moved one of his Steel Giant's arms to protect him from the next attack.
"It's time you witness what is the power of a truly powerful shaman." Silva said coldly before quietly murmuring to himself. "And it's not like I'm really powerful anyway."
With a quiet click from the totem, signifying that some sort of trigger was pulled, a giant blue laser came out of it, instantly cutting directly through the tree line and arriving at one of the Steel Giant's arms.
The Giant's arm lasted a few seconds before the first signs of damage started to appear and after less than a minute Silva's attack had already pierced through the steel body completely. It didn't take long for the laser to saver the entire arm either as Silva dragged his attack downwards cutting the connection that was left between the arm and the rest of the steel body.
The giant steel arm fell downwards slowly as everybody capable of seeing it watched with a stupefied expression on their face.
"Hey!" Raven shouted as spiritual birds started to manifest above her to stop the arm from falling. "Don't you dare damage my camp because of your little spar, you bunch of idiots!"
While Raven's Over Souls weren't exactly made for lifting or stopping things with a somewhat clever use of the wind powered bird and sheer number of different Over Souls she did manage to stop the falling arm before it reached the ground.
Meanwhile at the shoulder of the Steel Giant Whitley stood with pure shock on his face. The arm that Silva severed was the arm attached to the shoulder on which he was standing, if Silva moved his laser a bit to the left back then it would be him that was hit by that attack.
"D-Do you see how weak you really are right now?" Silva said with a huff as he started to slowly glide down because of the strain his attack left on him.
Whitley's expression darkened a little as he observed the older shaman move at a speed that was frankly unimpressive. He tightened his grip on the handle of his saber and with a simple signal he commanded his Steel Giant to do something.
"This fight is far from over, Silva." Whitley said with a frown.
"W-What?" Silva asked with a huff as he looked up at the giant only to freeze in shock as he noticed what was happening.
The severed arm of the Steel Giant that was held by Raven started to slowly disappear and at the same time the Giant began to regenerate his wounds. Despite the fact that the speed at which the severed arm was disappearing was awfully slow, the rate at which the giant was regenerating was simply astounding.
In less than a second the lost arm had begun to take shape and in the next ten seconds that arm was already finished enough to be comparable to the previous one, if not a little bit sturdier after Whitley did some alliterations to the form of his Over Soul.
"Are you serious?" Silva couldn't help but ask.
The Steel Giant took a quick step forward, if the giant was of a smaller size then that step wouldn't have been anything impressive but with how large the giant was that one step was enough for it to nearly instantly reach the falling Silva and shake the ground itself while doing so.
"Well, it looks like the training in the Dark Cave was worth it." Jaune said lightly while watching the steel giant grab the shaman judge.
"Y-Yeah, now would be a decent time for them to end this pointless scuffle." Raven grunted her answer while making sure that the giant block of steel that used to be the Steel Giant's previous arm wouldn't fall on them. She could have destroyed it and protected herself from the damage but it would endanger everyone who wasn't her even more than if she simply chose to ignore it.
Whitley looked at the defeated shaman in the grasp of his Over Soul.
Was that how Hao felt whenever he commanded his Spirit of Fire to burn someone's soul and the only thing he had to do was to watch from above?
A disappointed sigh escaped the young Schnee. No, his strength still couldn't compare to the monster that was Hao. He could have easily lost this fight if Silva treated him seriously enough to eliminate him with that laser of his.
The Steel Giant began to slowly recede back into the earth as his Furyoku began to diminish with his attempt at slowly turning off his Over Soul.
He looked at Silva once again. At the very least he wasn't as unbelievably insignificant as he had been before the training. Who knew maybe by the time they reach the finals he would be strong enough to be considered a threat to even a monster like Hao.
"I lost." Silva admitted with a sigh although the young Schnee couldn't quite place whether that sigh was of disappointment, annoyance or relief.
Whitley smiled lightly in response.
"So you did."
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The next day...
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Finally leaving the camp after a whole week of staying there was a surprisingly cheerful experience.
It probably told more about the treatment they received from Raven while in there than anything else but it wasn't all there was to it and the so-called farewell ritual practiced by the Branwen tribe wasn't so terrible.
Apparently back in the day when the tribe was still one of the biggest and most important shaman tribes on Remnant they would have spent an entire night with their guests to give them blessings for their journey and use their spiritual birds to scout the way ahead and spot any danger before saying goodbye the next day with a huge showcase of all of their wonderful Over Souls.
Sadly, with there being only two shamans left in the tribe and one of them being rather lax when it came to the blessings and other good luck charms, they had to be satisfied with some basic scouting and another instance of rule breaking by being given some tips about the next round of the tournament.
Well, considering their situation and the fact that they still had to pass the second round of the tournament with a little less than a month left, that new goodbye might have honestly been better.
"By the way, I recommend you start working on your teamwork while on the way to the Tribes Village. You will find that particular skill quite useful during the next rounds of the tournament." Raven mentioned offhandedly.
"Is the third round going to be a team based competition?" Ren asked, curious about the form the next round of the Shaman Fight would take.
"Sorry, I can't tell you everything, kiddo." Raven waved her hand. "I'm already putting myself in a very bad spot just by helping you train a little. Giving those old farts from all the other tribes even more reasons to hate me is the last thing I want."
The entirety of their, actually quite large, group slowly nodded with knowing smiles on their faces. They all really benefited way more than they logically should in the tournament that's supposed to be fair thanks to Raven and her rule breaking.
"If you all are done with blatantly breaking the rules then I will kindly excuse myself and wait for you guys in the Tribes Village." Silva formed one of his Over Souls, granting him the spiritual wings to fly with. "Remember, when you finally arrive at the Tribes Village we become complete strangers to each other, got it?"
"Got it." Jaune nodded with a smile.
With his confirmation received, Silva lifted high into the air, creating a small wind blow by doing so, and soared towards the objective of every shaman that had yet to pass the second round of the tournament.
"You know, I wonder if he will accidentally help some lost competitors find the Tribes Village by flying like that." Summer mused quietly in wonder as she and everyone else watched the shaman judge fly through the air.
"Eh, even if he helped some people like that he could easily claim that he did so unintentionally so I don't think other judges will care too much for that." Jaune shrugged to the confusion of every not spiritually aware person in their group.
"Other judges will be too busy worrying about different things the moment they learn of what happened here to care about something like that so he should be fine." Raven added. "Now get lost! The Great Spirit knows how much annoyance you have caused me in that single week."
Everyone laughed a little at that.
"Alright, alright, we are leaving." Jaune said after calming himself a little.
It was the only sign everyone needed to start moving.
Before all of them had left the area of the camp however, Jaune decided to casually turn around to say something.
"Oh, and thanks for the help, Raven!"
"Good to know that at least one of you knows some basic manners!" Raven said with a loud and hearty laugh. "Getting you all trained to an acceptable level wasn't that easy for me, you know!"
The confident look stayed for quite some time on Raven's face and only after every of her guests left so far that she was certain they wouldn't be able to see her did she start to mellow down a little.
"Good luck, you idiots. You're welcome."
And Cut!
The second chapter after the break is finished an I still feel a bit rusty when it comes to my writing. I don't know, maybe it's just because of my perspective as a writer of this.
Tell me did you notice any significant drop in the quality of my writing since I returned?
Anyway, See ya!