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It took a little bit more than two months I promised to return to this story but now everything should be back. At first I wanted to wait until Friday before updating but decided that you guys waited enough, though after this chapter all the updates will probably be on Fridays.
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Darkness.
It seemed to be the only apt word to describe the interior of the cave Raven had thrown them into. There was no light reaching down there nor were there any other ways for one to recognize what they were looking at.
No, maybe darkness wasn't the right way to call what met them in that cave.
Nothingness would fit way better for light wasn't the only thing lacking around them, sound appeared to be gone as well just like all the other things that would indicate any of the senses working for that matter.
That nothingness was so prevalent that one couldn't even tell how the time itself worked there. It somehow felt as if both barely a few seconds and more than two months had passed since they were thrown inside, despite the fact that all of them naturally knew that it couldn't possibly have been more than a week of course.
It was quickly becoming more and more difficult to keep a clear mind in that situation. How was one supposed to be sane if anything they did would be met with no response from their senses? How were they supposed to know if they did anything in the first place?
It was already impossible to tell whether the thoughts in their heads were just those thoughts or if they spoke them out loud. Nobody heard anything so even if they somehow received a response to their words they wouldn't be able to hear it.
Questions like these just kept on piling up.
Have they already touched the ground or were they still falling?
If they still haven't touched the ground then would they be able to survive the fall? Not all of them had their Aura's unlocked and even those of them that had it wouldn't be able to tell when they should activate them to protect themselves from the fall, they couldn't see the ground after all.
Despite all of that however, they didn't despair. They knew that they had to get stronger to stand any chance in the tournament, especially if they were going to challenge Hao, and that in the end this horrifying exercise would grant them the strength they so needed.
With nothing to distract them and the direction they needed to take in order to complete their training known, they gritted their teeth, or at least they assumed they did, and started moving.
Were they moving in the right direction or even moving at all? They didn't know but it also didn't truly matter, the strength of a shaman was the strength of their spirit and it was the only thing that they needed to rely on if they wanted to escape that dark cave.
Besides, one week was a lot of time to fail and repeat a single climb to the top of a cave and it wasn't like they could be doing anything else to waste their time either.
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In the Branwen camp...
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The second round of the Shaman King Tournament was the least demanding round when it came to being the judge of the tournament out of all of them. At least it was like that for all those smaller tribes that didn't have to waste their entire free time on preparing the Tribes Village for the next round of the tournament.
If it had been merely five hundred years ago during the previous Shaman Fight then the Branwen tribe would have probably been one of those bigger tribes that were now working as hard as they possibly could to keep everything together.
Sadly, although quite fortunately right now, since their decline all those years ago they had stopped being trusted with the more important issues of the Shaman Fight.
Despite the huge shame that it brought them and relegating their entire old tribe to some common bandits, it actually had its advantages at the moment. Their entire stunt with helping few of the contestants would have been completely impossible to pull off if the other tribes paid more attention to them for example.
It didn't mean that what they did was completely safe however, Raven was sure that sooner or later one of the judges from the other tribes would arrive here to demand an explanation for her actions.
It was what she would have done if she heard that some smaller tribe was helping one of the shaman teams after all.
Hopefully the first few judges that learn of her actions would hate Hao just about as much as she did. She really didn't want to have to deal with one of those older generations of shamans that refused to do anything that wasn't following their rules to the letter.
Raven took a sip of her beer as she imagined what a pain it would have been if she had to deal with people like those.
"We can't just leave them there without any food or water, Raven!" Summer said while flailing her arms around as if that would do anything. "They might not starve to death there but they will certainly dehydrate there! Are you even listening to me?!"
"Raven, I want to be judged by the spirits of the tribe's ancestors!" Yang demanded, somehow knowing one of the shamanic traditions of their tribe. "I might not be able to see spirits but I can still partake in those stupid traditions of yours."
"You still haven't told me why you brought me here." The soul parasite, Ozpin, said in a calm tone that sounded forced. "It couldn't have been only to prove my knowledge about the brother gods wrong, could it?"
Yeah, unfortunately she had a couple of different annoying people to deal with at the moment.
She took another sip of her beer before tiredly sighing.
"I can't have a moment of peace for myself, can I?" She asked herself and upon confused looks of everyone around them she pointed at Summer. "Okay, you first. The cave that they've been dropped at will prevent them from feeling anything including hunger or touch so even if we threw them food and water they would probably not eat it anyway."
Summer blinked a couple of times before quickly nodding and floating back.
Raven then moved her finger to point at her daughter.
"I have no idea from whom did you hear about our traditions but unless you avoided the ancestors' evaluation on purpose, we only go to them on our or their birthdays and as far as I'm aware it's neither of them right now so wait a couple of months." She said with a plain voice.
Finally her admonishing finger of anger fell upon the immortal soul parasite known as Ozpin, or whatever he was about to begin calling himself after snatching the body of that young spiritually aware kid.
"I will tell you the moment our little shaman team completes their training because I do not want to repeat myself to them." Raven rolled her eyes. "By the Great Spirit, one would have thought that after living for as long as you had you would learn at least some patience."
"Trust me, I do have a lot of patience but after having it tested and strained for the last couple of centuries on a shadow war with the Queen of Grimm herself that patience is getting a little bit thin." Ozpin said with a frown. "You will have to excuse me if I'm not in the mood for meaningless waiting."
Raven groaned while stretching a little to combat her annoyance and tiredness.
"Just keep yourself occupied with something for about a week and get out of my tent!" Raven said while doing a swatting motion with her free hand. "I already told the tribe to not bother you too much so you should be fine.
Although none of her annoying guests appeared to like it, they did slowly leave her tent, after some light grumbling and frowns from some of them of course.
With all of them gone and her tent finally quiet, Raven couldn't help but relax a little.
Despite the fact that most of the other tribes usually weren't interested in a failure of a shaman tribe like them, she didn't for a second think that what she had just done wasn't somehow reported to the more important tribes in charge of the tournament. While there was a chance that the news hadn't spread throughout the entirety of the bigger tribes, there had to be at least a couple of people from them who already knew about her blatant cheating.
She took a big gulp of her beer, finishing it completely. Here was to hoping that the first ones to react would at least have the decency to talk and it wouldn't instantly turn into a bloodbath in the middle of her tribe.
A sound of frantic running resounded from outside her tent.
Raven sighed. It looked like she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
The entrance of her tent opened as clearly tired looked Vernal pushed open its fabric with so much force and vigor that if it instead was a normal door she would have had to replace her entrance the next morning, thankfully it wasn't a problem for a door made out of soft fabric, it still shook her entire tent though.
"Raven! Some guy from the Patch Tribe flew into the middle of our camp with his Over Soul active and now demands an audience with you!" Vernal said quickly.
Raven shifted a little on her seat before lazily standing up.
"Well then, let us be good hosts and comply with that request of his." Raven said before stopping for a moment to think and turning to Vernal.
"Oh and tell someone to bring me another beer or two because I really don't want to have that conversation with a Patch Tribe member without something to drink."
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Outside Raven's tent...
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Silva was a man who liked to think that, when it came to his job, he was capable of getting past his emotions.
He was one of the few people responsible for probably the most important event in the entire world of Remnant after all, so professionalism was the absolute minimum he demanded of himself.
He didn't complain when he had to spend entire weeks with barely any sleep during the elimination stage of the tournament because of all the candidates he had to test before the first round of the Shaman Fight began.
He didn't make any fuss when a monster like Hao had been chosen to take part in the Shaman King Tournament, although there certainly were some heated arguments in the tribe because of that.
He didn't even let the emotions get to him when a few of his favorite candidates had been eliminated by Hao and the henchmen that monster seemed to be gathering.
Yet now that he was standing in the middle of Branwen Tribe camp, he couldn't help but feel conflicted about arriving here.
It wasn't hard for him to learn of the blatant cheating Raven had committed right in her very own camp, especially since he made sure to keep up with any information relating to Hao and his opponents.
The bigger issue he had however was that he personally agreed with the actions the Branwen leader had taken as compared to Hao becoming the Shaman King every other alternative was better, even if it came at the cost of breaking the divine rules of the tournament to do so.
Hell, if he wasn't a part of the arguably biggest and most important tribe among the judging tribes he probably would have done the very same thing.
Now came the crux of his conflict, as a Patch Tribe overseer who had learned of such dishonorable actions he was supposed to not only stop it but also report it to the elders of his tribe for them to learn of the issue. If he had to only stop the cheating or only report it then he could have either easily ignored the situation entirely or falsified the report to later claim the lack of knowledge.
Sadly, all the reports of his actions had to be double checked and ignoring the situation entirely, especially by a person who's known to have issues with Hao, would easily result in being dubbed as the collaborator in breaking the rules witch at best would result in him getting expelled from his tribe and at worst death and maybe even banishment of his spirit.
A shudder ran down Silva's spine as he thought of the consequences of going against his tribe's doctrine.
Some panicked tribesmen scuffled by him in a hurry. Whether it was because they were scared of facing him or if Raven had ordered them to hurry up, he did not know but he supposed it didn't matter.
Raven finally left her tent in a rather lazy yet theatrical fashion as she held two mugs of, what he assumed was, beer with one of her hands and casually held onto her sword with the other.
"Raven." Silva said right before a dozen or so avian ghosts fell onto the Branwen Tribe leader's shoulders.
"Me." Raven answered with a tone that Silva could only describe as something in between smugness and boredom.
The black haired woman then proceeded to calmly take a sip out of one of her mugs.
"Do you want a drink?" Raven asked with a raised eyebrow as she extended her arm forward to present her beverage to Silva.
Silva decided to politely ignore her offer.
"Showing any form of favoritism to any number of contestants in the tournament is considered to be one of the worst crimes a judge could commit." Silva frowned as his eyes looked deep into Raven's. "You are aware of that, right?"
Raven gripped her sword a little tighter.
"Of course I know, if you didn't realize, it is one of the very first things any member of a tribe responsible for judging the tournament is taught when they are chosen to help with the tournament's organization." Raven narrowed her eyes before starting to slowly circle around Silva. "Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if a person like you forgot about this rule, Mr. 'I'm going to nominate everyone who hates Hao into the tournament'."
Silva's frown deepened as his head followed the movement of his fellow Shaman Fight Judge.
"The shamans I chose as the candidates for the tournament and your blatant breaking of the rules are two different things, Raven." Silva scoffed with offense. "My method of stacking the odds against that monster was within the rules for one."
A smirk, or maybe a smile Silva wasn't really sure, appeared on Raven's face as she heard that. She probably was taking great pleasure in the fact that he didn't deny her accusations of his interfering.
To be fair, it wasn't like his decisions during the elimination for the tournament weren't common knowledge among different judges and even some more experienced shamans among the contestants, Sati Saigan and Iron Maiden Jeanne were certainly among the few who knew of his intentions.
"It might have been." Raven admitted with a somewhat far away expression on her face. "Please tell me though, how did that plan of yours exactly end?"
Silva froze a little at that question before grumbling something quietly to himself.
Raven's smirk only grew bigger at that response.
"Ah yes, out of more than two dozens participants in the tournament that you managed to get into it, not even a half is left." Raven said with a smug expression on her face. "The only success that method of yours had was in bringing that X-Laws team into the tournament and even they had one of their members not only leave them but also join Hao himself. Tell me how is what you did any better than what I am doing right now?!"
Silva gritted his teeth in anger before saying out loud.
"What I did, didn't go against the divine rules set by the Great Spirit and the previous generations of Shaman Fight judges themselves."
"Oh, you didn't?" Raven asked in a mocking tone. "Then I guess you can consider yourself lucky to not have incurred any wrath of the ancient spirits by any of your actions. I'm sure that they are going to praise you till the end of days after Hao burns down all the non-shaman people in the entire Remnant after becoming the next god!"
Silva stood in silence with his eyes still locked onto Raven's.
Raven sighed before shaking her head a little.
"Please, just don't be an idiot that dooms the entire world because of their pointless desire to follow the rules so old that nobody knows if they were translated correctly to the modern language. It's just one week, if you get found out as my accomplice by purposefully ignoring what I had just done now then I promise you as the leader of the Branwen Tribe that me and all my capable people will do everything in our power to help you."
Silva looked at his fellow shaman for a good couple minutes in silence before finally huffing in annoyance and taking a few steps forward.
"Fine, but I will be staying in your tribe for the entire time you are training those kids." Silva said as he sat down right next to Raven. "Also I will be taking that beer that you still have in your hand."
Raven laughed as she threw the mug full of beer towards the Patch Tribe shaman.
"Glad to see that we aren't doomed yet, my friend!"
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Somewhere else in the world...
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Hao had to admit that despite how entertaining crushing all the fools that dared to challenge him was at the beginning of the second round, he was starting to get bored with it.
There were only so many different ways one could defeat their enemies while crushing all of their hopes of achieving anything in the tournament after all.
That was also one of the main reasons why regardless of there still being around a month until the end of the round he and all the people he deemed worthy of following him were already at the United Tribes Village.
They, of course, were the very first people to arrive at the village but it didn't actually take that long for other shamans to start arriving as well. Most of the people to arrive had already formed teams among themselves along the way but there were a few odd ones who managed to somehow get to the village on their own.
If Hao were to be perfectly honest then he was almost actually impressed with them. None of them were a match for him, obviously, and if he wanted to he could have easily go directly to the village the moment second round had started so they weren't comparable to him in speed either but capability to actually find the secret village within only a bit longer than two months had to be praised on it's own.
It was a pity that none of them would amount to anything in the third round though.
A loud noise of many discontent voices came from around the entrance of the village making Hao smile a little.
It looked like that little Iron Maiden Jeanne and her followers had just arrived, even that green haired boy that he saw minding about back on Argus and whose parents refused to become his followers way back when was with them.
Truthfully, Hao was quite disappointed how long it took the shaman team whose claimed goal was to defeat him to arrive here.
How were they supposed to be any challenge to him if they had to waste so much time to even get to the arena for the third round of the tournament?
From his perspective the Shaman King Tournament's second round was nothing more than a formality and a very basic test that any true shaman should have been able to easily pass.
Although, he supposed that for ordinary shamans who weren't aware of the earlier history those basics could turn out to be at least a little bit difficult.
"Sir Hao, it looks like the X-Laws have finally arrived and they appear to be causing some trouble." Luchist, one of his newest and strongest followers, said as he noticed his old team at the village's gates. "Would it be too much of an issue if I were to go over there and kindly quieten them down?"
Hao glanced at his follower lazily before yawning a little.
It really didn't take long for Luchist to drastically change his relationship with the X-Laws and if he couldn't feel the clear discontent from the older looking man ever since the very first time he had seen him among the X-Laws then he would have probably thought that the previous X-Laws had only joined him as a spy or some double agent.
Luckily, reading people's emotions and plans was a literal child's play for him.
"Go ahead and do what you want." Hao said with a dismissing tone before turning around and going toward one of the houses in the village that he and his followers had taken to calling their own. "Just make sure that you don't eliminate anyone prematurely. I don't want my position as the Shaman King to be questioned in the future because one of my followers decided to eliminate some of the competition outside the rules of the tournament. Rules of the tournament are there for a reason after all."
"Of course, sir." Luchist said with a small smile before heading towards the village's gates.
Hao waved one of his hands to show that his follower was free before stretching a little to look at the sky while deep in thought.
While he did say that the rules of the tournament were important and he probably wouldn't break any of them, he didn't particularly mind if some of his competitors cheated a little to get closer to him in terms of power. It certainly would make the final rounds of the tournament way more interesting.
A somewhat excited smile appeared on Hao's face as he thought about the young Arc who continued the legacy of the Asakura clan and his small crew of shamans.
He could only hope that the training they were getting from the Branwen tribe would make them more entertaining opponents than they were back in Argus.
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A few days later...
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Ruby was bored.
Sure, she did love being able to finally spent time with her mom again, even if she still rely on another person to communicate with her, and she did enjoy the surprisingly calm place that was the Branwen tribe but she could only stay in one place with absolutely nothing to do for so long before getting tired of it.
Uncle Qrow and her dad had always said that her uncle's tribe was a crude gathering of bandits and thieves who cared for little else than strength yet despite being among them for the last couple of days she had yet to see a single fight among them, that was without counting that one time when Verny challenged the other tribe's shaman to a fight but she wasn't sure if a decline and a couple of dodges the older man did could have been considered a spar.
Ruby sighed as she swung her legs while sitting on some log she found in the corner of the tribe.
There wasn't anything to do in here! The tribe usually did nothing interesting, no grimm ever came close to any of the walls of the camp and she couldn't even try learning how to be a huntress in this place when everybody was busy with something else.
On top of all that, even talking to her mother had become really awkward when she had to talk to her through her headmaster who was now inhabiting the body of a young farmer boy!
When she just had to use Jaune to talk to her mom it was already kinda awkward but at least then she was using a person who was around her age and she could feel some form of familiarity from him as both of them had a similar relation to Summer.
If anything talking with Jaune felt kinda as if talking to a sibling so using him to convey Summer's words to her was rather normal.
Ruby hummed a little as she examined that line of thought again. Siblings yeah, she guessed that if she really had to find a solid way to describe her and Yang's relationship with him it would be that.
She didn't mind having an older brother.
Ruby blinked a couple of times before moving one of her hands to her chin and taking a so-called thinking position. Would Jaune being her brother mean that Saphron and Terra were her sisters?
Did that mean that she was an auntie right now?!
Just as Ruby was about to lose her mind over wondering whether she had to take care of the next generation already or not, a rather familiar pair of hands suddenly hugged her from behind with enough force that any other person would have considered an attack.
"How is it going, Ruby?!" An always energetic voice of Nora called out from right behind her.
"Aahh!" Ruby screamed in surprise as she and Nora fell to the ground as a result of the surprise hug.
The soft ground thumped loudly under their bodies, making everyone turn around to see what happened. Fortunately, all the tribe members that saw them laying on the ground didn't consider them to be an interesting sight, and rather returned to what they were doing before the interruption.
"Nora! W-What are you doing!?" Ruby shouted in annoyance as she pushed her enthusiastic friend off her. "We could have gotten hurt if we had landed on a rock or anything harder than dirt!"
Nora, for all of her eccentricities, at least looked a bit sheepish in response to Ruby's scolding.
"I'm sorry!" Nora sat down on the ground. "I saw you sitting here alone and simply couldn't walk by without doing anything. You've got to socialize, Ruby. Right now even Blake is among people and we all know how she acts usually."
Ruby's eyes twitched a little in frustration.
Why was it that everyone always keeps telling her to socialize more? Not only did her family never stop with that but now also her friends were telling her to have more friends!
She thought that having more friends would reduce the amount of attempts to make her socialize more, not increase them!
"I-""Oh, I know!" Ruby was about to counter Nora's point but before she could do that the orange haired girl apparently got a better idea. "How about we go check how the guys are doing in that dark cave? I bet that at least two of them have already left and are just waiting for the rest to surprise us with the entire team."
Ruby opened her mouth to refute Nora's idea but after quickly considering her options and the prospect of at least checking how her friends are doing, she decided against it.
"You know what, Nora?" Ruby smiled a little. "I'm willing to take that bet."
Nora's subsequent squeal of excitement, for getting her bet accepted, annoyed quite a lot of Branwen tribesmen in the camp.
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A short while later...
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Finding the cave in which the Spirit of Fire had used to be sealed, or the Dark Cave as they began calling it, wasn't difficult at all, especially since Raven made such a big deal out of entering it.
The inside of the cave was a little bit more difficult to navigate as their four shaman friends had been thrown into the furthest part of it but after following the paths that lead to the most darkness they did manage to finally arrive at the correct place.
The darkness still seemed to ooze out of the hole in the corner and it still looked as freaky as it had before.
Ruby shuddered a little as she and Nora came closer to the well-like hole in the corner of the cave. She was already feeling off just by being close to the darkness, she didn't want to imagine what it was like to actually be down there.
"Yup, that's the place." Nora said cheerfully as she placed her hands on her hips. "It still is empty and dark while looking like some horror movie is about to begin in here."
"Don't even talk about anything like that, Nora." Ruby said with another small shudder. "Although, it looks like I won our bet, nobody's out yet."
Nora for a second looked surprised, or maybe shocked. Whether it was because she didn't expect her to remember their bet or because she just realized that she lost it, Ruby did not know.
It was entertaining to see her shocked expression though.
"No, we haven't checked fully yet!" Nora declared before quickly looking from side to side in hopes of finding anyone who managed to escape the dark well.
Ruby couldn't help but to roll her eyes at that.
"Nobody's here yet, Nora." Ruby turned around towards the Dark Cave's exit. "Let's just go back. I'm sure that they will escape soon enough."
Nora didn't appear to be done looking however as she started searching more carefully now.
"Guys! Are you out yet?!" The orange haired girl shouted towards the hole of darkness. "Renny?! Jauney?! How about you, Whitley or Chocolove?!"
Ruby wanted to roll her eyes once again before leaving but just as she was about to do that a muffled assortment of different groans, that were clearly not Nora's, reached her ears.
"I knew it!" Nora cheered.
"What!?" Ruby asked in surprise before speeding towards the hole to see if anyone escaped.
Predictably, she couldn't really see anything past the supernatural darkness that shrouded the area but as she tried to look a little bit more carefully, she noticed a couple of outlines strangely resembling arms slowly creeping higher and higher.
"They are almost out!" Ruby gasped in excitement before turning towards the exit. "We have to tell the others!"
"Yeah, that's certainly a great idea!" Nora said with a smug look on her face born from winning a bet while looking at the dark well from where their friends were climbing but she didn't receive any response as Ruby was already dashing through the further corridors of the cave.
"Hey! Wait for me, Ruby!"
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In the Dark Cave...
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The first sense that returned to Jaune during the climb was the sense of touch and with it the feeling of pain.
The moment that happened he almost fell down to the bottom of the hole again. Luckily, with a bit of grit and determination he managed to hold onto one of the many stable rocks that adorned the hole's walls.
He had no idea how the others were doing or if they were already outside and getting bored with waiting for him but he silently hoped that he wasn't making them wait for too long.
Jaune winced a little, and this time he was finally able to be sure that he really did that, as his hand touched a particularly sharp stone.
It was the very first time he felt getting hurt while climbing out of the well but he was certain that along the way he had accumulated countless small cuts or scratches by trying to grab the wrong rocks.
Jaune gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the rock and extended the other hands upwards once again. It wasn't like he could do anything about the damages to his body right now anyway.
In spite of the pain the pulsed through his body, or maybe because of it, the climbing had become surprisingly easier. Now his every move wasn't a blind guess and he got confirmation that he was moving somewhere.
The ledges of rocks he grabbed onto to push himself upwards were passing him in an unbelievable speed as he steadily moved higher and higher.
Soon the other senses began to come back to him as well.
The first one was the sense of taste as he had the displeasure of tasting his own blood that fell on his face, probably from one of the many cuts that formed on his hands while climbing.
The second one was the smell as the humid air of the cave gave off an aroma that he for sure didn't notice when they first arrived here.
Then it was the sound as his groans of pain combined with the similar noises of his friends to form a noise of struggle.
Finally, after lifting himself up from the hole completely, came the sight as the blurry outlines of the cave made themselves known to him.
The cave was plain and unappealing, not to mention incredibly dark, but after being submerged in darkness for the last days that each felt longer than months it was probably the most beautiful sight his eyes ever witnessed.
"Hahahaha!" Jaune laughed in an almost mad cheer as his body collapsed to the ground right outside the well.
His body was hungry, full of cuts and scratches, and tired beyond imagination yet none of it had stopped the manic happiness he was feeling at the moment. There truly wasn't a better feeling than the feeling of existing.
A cursory glance told him that he was the first one to reach the top though from what he could hear the rest of his friends weren't that far off. If none of them were going to fall down at the very end then they all should be finished in a matter of mere minutes.
Soon, just as he predicted, all of his shaman friends began arriving from the hole with tired and pained groans as well. All of them were bloody and hungry yet none of them looked discontent in any way.
Jaune, seeing as all of his friends were out and fine, pushed himself to a standing position with the last strands of his strength and upon doing that he noticed a couple of familiar faces running towards him from the cave's exit.
"Jaune!" Summer, Yang, and Ruby shouted as they saw him at the front.
"Renny! Jauney!" Nora called out cheerfully while rushing towards them.
"Whitley..." Weiss said with a concerned look on her face as she observed her younger brother looking hungry, tired, and hurt.
Chocolove's guardian ghost Jaguar ran towards the black shaman with an excited look on its face.
All of them almost collapsed the moment all of that attention fell on them but with a little help from their ordinary friends they somehow managed to hold on.
For a few moments only tired huffs echoed through the cave as nobody knew what to say in such a situation before a warm laugh and a cough from Jaune broke that silence. Everyone quickly turned towards him in response and waited for him to say something.
"We did it, guys." The blond shaman finally said with a content smile on his face as everyone started to cheer.
And Cut!
Well, here it is guys.
Once again, sorry for the longer brake than I promised. (I did write a RWBY one-shot during that time if you really wanted to read something made by me though, so you can check it out or something.)
See ya later, guys!