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(Chapter 31: Tryouts And Testing. Part 1)

Today started out like every other day in Midtown high for Jaune Arc.

He would wake up, check himself in the mirror, get dressed, have breakfast with his Aunt, and go to school. There was also another little habit Jaune did whenever he went to school and that was looking at Beacon's tall clocktower in self-loathing. But, that soon became non-existent thanks to his friends who study there.

'The difference between Huntsmen and people are very small.' Jaune went over what he should have in his first article for the Bugle. 'Everyone is born equal, but…'

"Dang it," Jaune grumbled, a pencil in his hand soon drew a straight line over a sentence he was writing on his notebook. "I thought I had something going there for a minute."

No longer was he looking at Beacon in sadness or regret, now he was starting to accept his place in Vale with less weight in his heart for fully believing that he is ok. Sitting on a bench that was placed in the front to of the school, Jaune sat there with a pencil and notebook jotting down his ideas.

He already came to terms with it long ago, Jaune would even go to such lengths and say that if he had a chance to do everything again, he would deny it.

Jaune was content, possibly because of his new friends he frequently talks to everytime he visits. Fast-forwarding a week of him talking and learning about each Huntsmen gave a new perspective to the young blonde, so much that he was positive that he'll make team RWBY less hated.

"Morning, Jaune!" Harry greeted his friend. Just now arriving to school with time left to spare. "I see you're writing up a storm in that notebook. Can't wait to read it when you're done."

"Thanks, Harry." Jaune said, his eyes not leaving the page as his hand kept moving the pencil.

"Morning, you two!" A third familiar voice came into their little group circle. Gwen Stacy gave a wave with her arm and slung over her other arm around Harry's neck. "Don't see Jaune have that thousand-yard stare in a while, glad he's getting proper closure."

The tanned skinned senior whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry didn't even answer to whatever she said, he just shoved his elbow into her gut.

"Let's not get into that can of worms." The Osborn heir grimaced. "Rather, I want you guys to learn something that I'm sure will help us when Jaune and I become seniors."

"You guys are finally going to stop being yourself?" Gwen asked.

"What? No, that's…. well, kind of?" He rubbed the back of his head. "Remember how I said that the school will be having tryouts for anyone who wants to join football. I told my father this and he likes the idea of me joining."

"That's good to hear that your dad supports your idea." This time, Jaune lifted his gaze from the paper and to Harry.

Getting such nice words from Jaune made Harry tug his collar.

"I may have also told him you'll be joining, Jaune." A wavering smile came to Harry's face. "I said that to him a couple of days ago."

'Of course, you did.' Sighing, the spider hero closed his paperwork, placed it back inside his bag, and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "At least tell me when we start, Harry."

"It starts after school." Harry frowned when he saw Jaune give him a flat stare. "Come on, Jaune! This could people look at us in a different light. Aren't you tired of Flash and his mouth breather goons always bugging us?"

'Every day, Harry has a point, but….'

"I'm still technically on the clock after school is done."

'That's a lie. Mr. Jameson gave me somewhat of a deadline to give him my final draft. He knows I go to school, so he was a bit lenient if I don't go visit Ruby and her friends everyday. I'm not saying I don't want to help Harry, but…'

"Do you know anything about football, like, at all?" Gwen added her own opinion on Harry's idea. "As much as I like to see you guys struggle with physical fitness, I don't want see ya'll hurt as a result."

"I know enough," Harry brushed off her statement with a short answer. Stepping ahead of the two, Harry looked at them with a confident, that almost turned pleading look. "Listen, this does sound out of reach, but think about what would happen when we do make it. We'll be popular! No more off handed insults, bullying, and even no more Flash Thompson. It's a perfect power grab! If not that, then, I just want to have a friend to help me."

Jamie sighed. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the Spider-Man unmasked already knew what his answer was going to be.

"Fine," Jaune agreed. "Let's play ball."

"Thank you, Jaune." Harry lifted his right palm that was then grabbed by Jaune's forming a tight grip handshake. "But, you're thinking about baseball, not football."

Football.

A sport that almost every person in Remnant should have heard that word being used to describe a sport that takes physical contact to its fullest. Vale is the kingdom most fond of the sport, taking a liking that they would pay students a scholarship to make it a career if they put in the effort.

"Gah! Goof!" A familiar blonde wallflower shouted from surprise when he was tackled by his bully, Flash Thompson. Now, some would think that Flash is going too far by tackling Jaune to the ground, but since Jaune was wearing protective sport gear it would be odd if Flash didn't tackle Jaune into the dirt face first.

"Pfoof!" Spitting out both mouth piece and dirt from his mouth, the Jr. student of Midtown High picked himself up and wiped the dust and grass from his football uniform.

'This is why I prefer to wear a mask that covers my entire mouth than a helmet.' Moving his tongue around his teeth, the secret hero swabbed the rest of the dirt particles and hucked a big spit wad. 'My mask protects me from stuff like this, but a helmet just protects my head. Heck, I'm pretty sure my head is tougher than this helmet, I have super endurance for crying out loud.'

The sound of an obnoxious and prideful laughing made Jaune to stop his inner complaining and looked to see Flash was the one laughing at Jaune's blunder. His helmet removed showed Flash's hair to be matted down due to overexertion, yet his face showed no sign of fatigue only a playful and egotistical grin.

"Gotta' be light on your feet if you want to join the team, Jauney boy." Either Flash was trying to give him football tips to work on his footing or just insinuating that Jaune's coordination sucks was up for grabs. Really, if Flash wanted to see Jaune 'light on his feet', then he wouldn't be just running laps around only Flash but around the school.

'Not here to show off,' Jaune didn't say anything, he just nodded his head, walked away from Flash, and made his way to a bench that had other students trying out for the team. 'Just here, cause of a friend and his grand illusions of trying to be popular.'

"That looked like it hurt." Jaune's best friend said, Harry's smile and excitement for trying out completely contrasting to Jaune's attitude towards being here. "I hope they get to call me next. I'm kind of getting nervous from waiting."

"Yes, Harry," Jaune rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Flash and his goons are also getting exited to see what you can do too."

Pretending to feel sore from that rough tackle just to make it seem believable. Harry looked guilty at what Jaune is going though just so Harry could get a chance for joining the team.

It wasn't like Jaune was angry at Harry for making him be here. In all honesty, if anyone can understand what it's like to feel incompetent and not living up to your parents' expectations, it's Jaune. When Harry told Jaune his plan to make them popular by trying out for football, Jaune knew that it was more for Harry to look good in front of his father, Norman Osborn.

"Alright," Stepping on to the football field, the coach of the team written his comments on his notebook and called out the next student. "Ok, Osborn, you're next! Put on your helmet and get over here."

"Wish me luck!" Closing his fist, Harry raised up for Jaune to mirror the same action causing both to bump fists. Putting his helmet on, Harry bolted off the bench and headed to the field.

"I think I'll pray rather than wish you luck, because I think you're going to need more then the usual right now." Jaune spoke but was sure Harry didn't even listen as the young Osborn placed himself in front of Flash and a few other players.

'So glad Gwen doesn't have to see Harry and I get our collective butts handed to us right now.'

The coach blew his whistle, signaling for the football to be thrown over Harry's head. Reacting when the ball was in view, Harry turned around and sprinted to catch it with Flash and another senior hot on his heels.

'I know Harry has his heart in the right place, but I doubt he could possibly beat Flash.'

Without fumbling the ball, Harry caught it, made a sharp turn, and faced both Flash and the other player who didn't stop their charge. Out of nowhere, Harry weaved past the two larger brutes and made a sprint to the end goal, throwing the ball just for the fun of it as Harry was the first one to get past Flash and his team.

'Uhhh…' Jaune's mind was at a blank at what he just saw. Apparently, Jaune wasn't the only one completely caught off guard at what Harry did, cause everyone who saw his display of maneuverability and skill left all of them speechless.

"Go… Harry?" Clapping his hands to show his elation for Harry showing up Flash at his own element, Jaune's approval made the other students who were trying out to also clap. 'God, I hope there isn't a urinalysis after these tryouts.'

"That..." The coach was still finding it hard to accept the fact that Harry, who never had no physical attributes whatsoever, showed such great display of footwork. "Was great, Harry! Keep it up and you'll be a shoe in."

"Thanks, coach!" Taking this as his sign to get off the field, Harry went back to where he was sitting next to Jaune and smiled at how everyone was looking at the young Osborn in a new light.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, Jaune?"

"Do you… know what 'Gym Candy' is, by any chance?" The hero in secret didn't like beating around the bush when it involves his friend taking drugs, which made him decide to cut to the chase and just asked.

"Gym Can...? You mean steroids, Jaune?"

"I mean…. yeah, pretty much," Jaune soon explained why he asked that when he saw Harry looked offended. "Look, I'm not insinuating that you're taking something to help. I just, well, we're not really built for something like this, you know? It just kind of surprised me... all of us that you can do that."

"What can I say, Jaune?" It looked like Harry didn't take to Jaune's words to heart and was now sporting a confident demeanor. "I'm just using my natural talents."

'Natural talents? Last time I checked, both of our natural talents was hiding from bullies.' Call it being concerned for a friend or just jealous for seeing Harry being good at something in school, what matters here was that Jaune needs to put up his facade at sucking at sports. 'I'm here to make Harry look good so his dad can be impressed that his son was able to join the football team. Besides, if by some chance I do make it into joining football, I'll just try and suck so badly they'll kick me out. If I don't, then that would cut in with me going to my work and cutting more hours in my patrols as Spider-Man.'

After Harry's display of athleticism, the rest of the new players did their best with only some staying till the end with the remainder quitting halfway through the first day of testing. Jaune was one of the few that stayed, though, it was due to loyalty to a friend rather than for the love of football.

The coach made them do the usual practices of throwing, defense, offense, and the occasional physical workouts to see if more would drop out. Jaune was tempted to just quit and say he was out of steam, but seeing his friend enjoying this sort of thing made him want to keep going just so his friend could brag to his family that he joined something without the help of others.

"Ok, we're going to do another practice run." The coach used his clipboard and went down to a small list of names on who will start first. "Jaune Arc, get on the field, we're going to test out how you can catch a ball and run to the other end zone."

"Joy." Putting back his scuffed-up helmet, Jaune went to his spot in the middle of the field and stared face to face with Flash.

"Mad props you're still here, Jauney boy." The blonde geek could see some respect from Flash's comment. "But we ain't letting you join just because of that."

'Trust me, Eugene, I have no reason to join. Just make sure you tackle me hard enough so I can make an excuse to go to the nurse's office.'

The whistle was blown signaling for the practice match to begin. When the football was thrown in a straight arc that soon dipped back down, Jaune pretended to flail his arms around to look like an idiot when he caught it.

'Ok, got the ball and now, I just need to stand still and wait for my demis-'

"Jaune!"

Turning around and facing away from the charging players, Jaune could see both Blake and Ruby standing at the sidelines. Ruby was waving her arms to get his attention while Blake looked around, making some of the students to look at her.

"Stay focused!" Yelled Flash as he was about to tackle Jaune to the ground.

When Flash was just a grab distance away, Jaune's spider sense kicked in and made Jaune backflip from Flash's grab.

"Oof!" Hitting the grassy field facefirst due to Jaune dodging the charge, Flash flipped to his back and looked at Jaune with a disbelieving gaze.

Not meaning to use his spider sense intentionally, the young hybrid used this opportunity and sprinted to the end zone making a touchdown.

Removing his football helmet, the spider themed hero walked passed several newbies including his friend and stood in front of his coach.

"Is it alright if I take a small time out?"

'The last time I was here at Jaune's highschool, everyone who started getting into puberty had their eyes on me.' Blake thought. 'Is it their first time seeing a Huntress? I know they live safely behind thick walls compared to villages outside of Vale, but they should have at least seen one before in their life.'

In her early years, before she met her team, Blake trained to hide in the crowd, to be another faceless nobody. Now, here in this school, it seemed that years of training to be one with the scenery was wasted.

'I'm also the same age as most of them, so I shouldn't be that easy to find in a sea of teens. Yet, when I decided to go visit Midtown High, people started to look at me with the same attention as before. Only this time, the amount of people looking at me have doubled, with some having their sights set on my team leader.'

"That was so cool!" Ruby didn't hold back on her excitement when she grabbed a hold of Jaune's arm and started to jump in place. "I can't believe you did that! With your back turned, too!"

'Ruby should be the one with the most attention,' Blake snorted when she started to see small rose petals falling off Ruby's cloak. 'Compared to her wearing a full-on cloak, I should be the one easy to hide in crowds. So why are people still looking at me?'

"Uhhh, well," The blonde civilian just rubbed the back of his head with his other hand. Face getting red from Ruby's close physical contact. "I guess it was purely reflex that made me do that. You should've seen my friend earlier, Harry is a natural when playing football."

'Harry Osborn?' That name rang a few bells in Blake's head. 'I don't want to say that I know him, otherwise I would reveal that I've been talking to Jaune alone without my team. Plus, I don't want Ruby to misunderstand and tell Yang, so she can have more ammunition to tease me with.'

"Still, you did that amazing backflip when that other guy was behind you. That's still amazing, even you have to admit that." Ruby kept her hold on Jaune's arm, tightening her arms wither or not it was on purpose.

"What you did was impressive, Jaune." Blake had to give the young man some respect for his show of agility. "I'm sure you'll be able to join if you have moves like that under your sleeves."

"Blake's right, I think you'll be perfect to join the football team!" Her team leader agreed with her opinion.

"Me? Joining the team?" Jaune pondered the idea before asking his own questions. "Wait, why are you guys here?"

"I had to get more dust." Ruby answered.

"But I thought you guys were restricted to Beacon."

"The headmaster was able to make some small favors," The cat faunus in secret explained. "Now our team can go off the academy, but only for a set amount of time each day. We also need to inform the staff where we go and what time we leave."

"Didn't anyone notice you guys?" He said in concern. "Speaking about being noticed, I never seen you guys wear these clothes before. I usually see you wear the same outfit from the first time we met, Ruby."

"T-this?" Ruby put her hands on her new skirt she bought. "I didn't really pick it out, a friend of mine had someone on her team who likes fashion, so she's the one who chose this.

Ruby's new outfit was a long-sleeve, light grey shirt with black belted cuffs near the ends of her sleeves. Over the top of the grey is a black pinafore with two vertical lines of red stitches that resemble the lacing on a corset. Ruby's skirt still has her signature red color with a black print of a rose on the side that matches the black tulle underneath.

"I like it, in my opinion this one is way better then the other one I saw you in. No offense." Jaune said truthfully.

As usual, Ruby's face started to turn red when Jaune talks about her. Blake wasn't blind, though the rest of her team, Yang very much so, doesn't see the development Ruby has for the young man.

For Jaune though, he seems to not even notice what he doing to Ruby by saying such compliments.

'I really shouldn't judge Ruby and her type of boys she likes. Not really one to brag with my sorry track record of a love life. God, I've been hanging out with Yang for so long, that I'm starting to get distracted over school yard crushes that's happening right before my eyes. Hold on, why did they stop talking? Why are they staring at me?'

"Did your friend's friend from another team also pick her outfit?" He asked her leader.

Looking down at what she was wearing, Blake had on this outfit consists of a white, v-neck, zip-up crop shirt with a black hem and three-quarter sleeves. Her emblem is printed in off-white on the left side of the shirt. She wears black pants that have a vertical gray stripe on the outer side of each leg and a black belt.

Attached to the rear of the belt is a black piece of fabric that covers her from hip to hip. Underneath this is a longer, translucent, purple piece of fabric. She also wears black high-heel boots with two straps and buckles and purple under soles, reaching to mid-calf. She retains the black ribbons on her forearms and her black bow still secure on her secret.

"You're expecting anything else?" She wasn't like Ruby, Blake isn't going to go red tomato from Jaune's complement.

"Not really, just glad you have something with color. Well, not really color that's noticeable, but you're getting there. Baby steps, Blake, baby steps."

Rolling her eyes at his blasé comment, she went ahead to take this talk to the main topic.

"Coco is the one who helped us with these, thought it would help us blend in by changing our clothes. Not many people could get a good look at us that night from all the chaos."

'Minus Weiss, girl sticks out from any place she goes. Hell, if I stuck her near a pure white canvas then I'm sure she's going to blend in. I wonder if the same applies during snowstorms?'

"Anyway, that's why we changed our appearance. There's a lot of people with the same hair color as mine and Ruby's, what we're wearing is just another way to not put too much attention."

"You serious?" He eyed both girls. "Most of the guys here are still looking at you two. Pretty sure some are even staring at the back of my head."

Not even going to respond to what he said, Blake kept the conversation back to the main reason. "Our Headmaster had to make a lot of things to give us some freedom. We were lucky that half of us can go outside, Yang and Weiss will have a harder time with the public. Yang because she was the most visible one when fighting Roman and causing all that property damage, even more so with Weiss due to her being part of the SDC."

"In the meantime, the one we have to tell when we want to leave the academy is Ms. Goodwitch, even though we can inform other staff she's been the one most active in knowing where we go." Ruby's added. "Blake came along cause she wanted to get some new books. We saw your school on our way back and we decided to see what you were doing. I mean, with the whole reporter thing and stuff."

"I was intending to go after practice was over. My friend had this idea that me and him should try out for football, so as soon as I'm done, I'm going to head over to Beacon."

"Don't you think that's a bit too much on your plate?" Seeing Jaune do waiter at a diner, shop clerk at a dust store, and be a reporter that is writing an article that could make it or break it for their team were things even she would find are to keep track of.

"I mean, yeah, it is, but I think my boss and Mr. Stane would understand if I need some time to myself. You know, so I can have enough to write the whole story and stuff."

That excuse seemed flimsy to her, yet Ruby seemed to believe it as she let go of Jaune's arm.

"Yeah, I think I would also get kind of tired going to places that isn't fun."

"It's not that I don't think going to Beacon to see you guys isn't fun, Ruby!" Jaune corrected her. "I just… look, I'm mostly doing this for my friend Harry, cause he wants to look good so his dad would be impressed and-"

"You don't have to explain everything, Jaune." Ruby punched his shoulder in a friendly manner. "I understand that you're doing this for a friend. If you need time, then you need time, I'm sure our friends understand."

"Thanks, Ruby." He said, stretching his limbs that popped in several areas to show that his time on the playing field was taking a toll on him. "I'm not really a sports kind of guy. I was here just to make Harry look good, but he still hopes that I can also be part of the team."

"Well, why not?" The hooded huntress suggested. "We just saw you do that amazing dodge like it was second nature, I think you should give it a shot."

'Now that I think about it,' Blake remembered how she saw Spider-Man make impossible dodges when fighting the Fang at the docks. 'No, can't be, it's a stupid idea… then again, this could be a good way to see if it's a possibility.'

"Ruby's right," She agreed, though it was for another reason. "You may think it was luck, but Ruby and I know you can do it. Just keep going, and even if you do somehow make it, you can just quit. Right? That's what you can do in football, right? I don't watch sports."

Looking between both Blake and Ruby, Jaune closed his eyes and opened them again, only this time he seemed to have a bit of confidence behind those ocean blue irises.

"Ok, you convinced me. I'll do my best!"

"Yeah! That's what I like to hear!" Ruby cheered.

"But shouldn't you guys be getting back soon? I'm sure you guys have at least some curfew you have to obey."

"We do, but it doesn't end until 10pm, so we have a couple of hours left." The ex-Fang follower told him. "We'll be sitting in the bleachers, just focus on playing."

"We'll be cheering you on every step of the way!" The shorter girl raised two thumbs as support.

"Show us some skills out there, Jaune." Blake said, though behind her words what she really means was something completely different.

'This is just a hunch,' Blake told herself as she watched as Jaune walked back on the grassy field and got ready to play again. 'A slim chance that it could be true.'

Not leaving her eyes off him, she heard the whistle blow and watched as Jaune began making his move.

'It can't be this simple. No way that the answer was right under my nose this entire time.'

Be it dumb luck or a coincidence, Jaune grabbed the ball with no signs of fumbling, took a side step to dodge a tackle of the left, and vaulted over another player before making a mad sprint to the other side of the football field.

"Wow! He's really good at this, Blake." Ruby screamed at Jaune's performance and followed it up by clapping.

"Yeah," She said offhandedly, not really paying much attention to Ruby and mostly on Jaune. "He's a natural."

'Just wait and see what else he can do.' She told herself, not wanting to outright say something to him that could still be wrong. 'After that, then I'll have my answer at who Jaune really is behind that mask of his.'

People who saw Harry perform his tricks was something to say the least. The young Osbron was able to keep up with the more trained players, even getting Flash a run for his money. He can catch, throw, dodge, and even tackle some who are heavier then him.

Some of the players who were seniors were having doubts that their lower class men could hold the school's win streak from other teams from different schools. Their opinion changed when they saw that some of the newbies had more potential then the rest of the washouts.

"Whooo!" Hollered another rising star, Jaune Arc, who was basically making Flash and the other seniors look like they never played before by showing skills that even Harry couldn't compete.

Running past the half line, Jaune thought he was in the clear when he felt his spider sense warning him of an imminent threat.

"Grahh-oof!" That 'threat' was Flash and his weak attempt to catch Jaune off guard by trying to take down Jaune's blind spot.

'Too bad for you, I don't have any blind spots.'

Pushing a little bit more energy in his legs, the young super powered teen made quick work on closing the distance between him and the end zone that not even their best runner could catch up.

Feeling a little bit cocky, Jaune slowed down his pace to give them a chance to grab him. Too bad that they must sprint more than forty yards while Jaune just had 4 steps till he reaches for a touchdown.

Knowing that it was already over and not wanting to humiliate them any longer, Jaune stepped over the line, making the coach blow his whistle to end the practice.

Though Harry maybe skilled and could make the team hold on the team's dedication to the game, it was Jaune who showed that not only could they beat any other teams when he joined, but might even take them to newer heights.

"Good hustle, Jaune!" The coach said, sounding honest rather than just giving him a small, hollow complement like the other players who are failing. "Get some water and take a seat, I don't think I have to let you know what the chances are for you to join."

Making a gesture with his head, the rising superstar made his way to the water jug placed next to the benches. There, he saw his friend Harry having a somewhat of a downed look as he looked at his feet rather than what was happening on the field.

'I know that look better then anyone,' Taking a couple of more cups water into his systems, Jaune was going to head over to Harry to start a conversation. 'Show boating aside, I should just tone it down and-'

"Jaune!" Snapping his attention to where Ruby was shouting, he could see her waving her arms to get his attention, while Blake looked like she was trying her own way of congratulating him by giving him a thumbs up. "You're doing great! Whooo!"

He smiled at Ruby's cheering. He forgot what he was about to do and just waved back at the Huntress in red, acknowledging her enthusiasm.

'I could so get used to seeing this when I join the team.' He should feel guilty for using his spider traits,but seeing Ruby and even some of Blake's positive reinforcement kind of made him feel like he can let it slide for now.

'Every time I score a touchdown, every time I intercept or stop a pass, I'll always see Ruby and the rest of her friends cheering me on!'

Now, with Jaune caught in the afterglow of his win, he didn't notice his friend getting called back on the field for another practice throw.

"Set! Hike!" Screamed the gym coach. Giving the ok to start, Harry backed up to catch the ball as it made a nose dive.

"Got it!" He screamed, some of his confidence showing at how he flawlessly caught it. Wasting no more time, Harry made a dash to the other team's end zone while the opposing football players catching up to him.

Booking it as fast as he could, Harry was just reaching the 20-yard line when he soon slowed down. Seeing as the Osborn was losing some energy, the opposing players pushed their bodies to catch up.

Not wanting to be beaten, Harry pushed his legs to get back up to speed.

Getting into the 10-yard line, the young heir thought he had it in the bag, only for it to be snatched when he felt a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his upper body.

"Got you!" Said some player that was wearing a number 45 jersey.

Feeling the extra weight and how strong the grip was, Harry could feel his momentum stopping. Looking over his shoulder, he could see some of the others getting closer and getting ready for a dog pile.

Trying his luck to break free, Harry instinctively looked at Jaune for support.

Despite wanting Jaune to also be part pf the football team, it was to help Harry look better by having Jaune be the weak link. Harry knows that it was mean, to use a friend for your own benefit didn't really sit well with him. He was hoping to have him and Jaune be part of Midtown High football team, only to have his imagination go from twisted as Harry was trying to look good compared to Jaune who was completely better.

How Jaune was able to hide such amazing talent was anyone's guess, including Harry, who was now think maybe Jaune was the one taking something to make him better at sports.

'Not like I'm any better.'

Getting out of his head to focus on what's going on around him, the Osborn saw that Jaune was still smiling at those two cute girls that were from Beacon.

That made Harry grit his teeth, not understanding what feeling was burning inside him from seeing Jaune getting some attention by someone who isn't even part of the school.

"Grr!" However, it was the perfect motivator for Harry to march forward with the number 45 player getting dragged from behind.

"Touch down!" Shouted the coach, blowing his whistle to let everyone know that practice try outs are over.

Having no other reason to keep holding on, player 45 untangled his arms form Harry.

"Nice moves." The anonymous senior told his Jr. classmen, putting a hand out to Harry to shake.

"I know." Not even taking the time to know who he was, Harry Osborn walked pass the people who gives their complements to him and sat back down.

Tallying up the information gathered, the gym teacher used an arm and motioned everyone, both team players and recruits, to circle around him.

"I saw some good action out there," He moved his eyes on Harry and then to Jaune. "More than I imagined, and on the firsts day, too! For some who didn't keep up and thinking of quitting or getting booted, don't worry, we have all week till I make my final decision."

When the manager of the football team said his piece, the students made their way to the showers to clean themselves off.

"Jaune Arc! Harry Osborn!" That is, until the coach yelled two names from the crowd.

Stopping their walk, the two looked back at the coach, expecting to hear the gym teacher shout at them.

"You boys did good." What they got was more favoritism instead. "I saw you both put out and I got to say, that you two will be he perfect replacements for when Flash and the rest of the seniors leave. Now, go on! Get some rest, you boys earned it."

"Yes, sir." Harry replied.

"Yes, coach." Said Jaune.

What coach said was heard not so far off from the rest of the group of players, one of them being another blonde.

"Dude!" Flash Thompson said in a dreaded tone. "The nerds are inheriting the planet!"

Welp, this chapter is done and i can already imagine some of you are not happy. Some of you feel like i'm losing focus or just putting too much filler. But your not half right, cause this is just the other side of what Jaune is doing in school.

I already dropped an Easter egg on how Harry wanted to get popular before the dance and the football Arc is the key. This is a two part and the other half is almost done. This chapter will have some minor skips, such as how a week or so passed with Jaune already getting comfortable with Beacon. The same will happen with this, since i know how slow it gets with world building.

Have no fear! Cause after this football Arc, the Dance Arc will begin starting with Jaune having no date what so ever!

Hope you guys will also forgive me for not publishing more last month. I said i would publish 2 a month, but work has been getting more hectic! Still, since i'm already somewhat done with the second part, i am confident i can pull out another and publish the second one this month.

For some other reasons with how Ruby and Blake are introduced in this chapter. I like to imagine that compared to Yang and Weiss, both Ruby and Blake do have a better chance to stay low. Yang was more visible when she was fighting compared to Blake who was fast enough to jump from car to speeding car. As for Weiss, well, she's pure white, literally. Plus, since she is way more noticeable, people will still know who she is making Ruby the second person on the team to go under the radar since brunettes with a slight red tinge color is somewhat common. I'm also throwing the anime card, cause that also makes things pass on as normal by some standards.

It was also my way of having them see what his school is like, even though Blake already saw some of Mid town, I'm getting Ruby even more involved in Jaune's life. Not to mention, it will be used again when the dance arc rolls in, just so you guys will understand later on when it's revealed.

Check out my Beta's stories too, but before you do make sure to like, fav, or make your comments about this chapter. I'll answer them the next chapter or i could forget, either way, i'm happy that you guys still hold this story in some regard. thank you and enjoy this omake!

[Omake: Get out of jail for free]

'I'm still here.'

It was now night time in Vale, people were already heading home to get some rest. Leaving some roads clear for an armored escort vehicle to take this opportunity to drive the lonely road.

What they were carrying was a group of convicts, each one having an animalistic trait that's different than the last. These men were part of the White Fang and they were being transported to a destination that Atlas security set up and are waiting at the drop off point.

'I wonder how she's doing?'

All were chained together, from their wrists and to their ankles. Yet, there was another person within the transporter that had a different way of keeping him locked up. That something was a large rectangular box made of the same cage used to hold Flint Marko, also known as Sandman the news gave him after his debut at the docks.

'Funny, I should be more worried about where they're taking me, but all I can think about is her.'

Call it acceptance, defeat, or just redeeming oneself by not fighting the law. All that was keeping Flint calm and still within his glass box was his daughter.

'Is she doing ok? Is her mother doing ok?'

Flint had ideas, grand ideas when he got these powers that people can only have when they're dreaming. But he isn't those people, they can fantasize and dream all they want, cause Flint has power, real power, and all that amounted him in this sorry state.

A bump from the road made everyone in the back groan in annoyance. None of them thought much about it, some said out loud that the driver just plain sucks. Flint could care less if these other guys kept complaining, at least they're not inside a glass tomb.

Banging from the front where the two armed guards were sitting made them all calm down. Every criminal made the same hollow threats of what they're going to do if they ever escape from here.

That chance came in the form a large object ramming the side of the armored carrier.

The speed and mass of the 18-wheeler made the prisoner transport topple over, making the people who were inside to be tossed around. Hitting the hard interior of the truck, including each other until their pain ended when the battered steel van stopped.

Smoke was rising out of the busted engine and heat could already be felt in the front of the driver's seat. Suddenly, every hardcore thug who talked big about what they planned to do when they escaped, started to scream for help dropping their tough guy act when something is threatening their life.

Cries of help only fell on deaf ears, when the people behind the attack ignored them and casually walked out of their large truck.

"Damn," Fancy Dan looked at the destroyed van they just hit. "You think the person we're looking for is still alive?"

"What, did you already forget who we're hired to rescue, Dan?" The leader, Montana, twirled a tooth pick with his tongue. Watching the fire that's coming from the armored vehicle to get bigger. "If he kicks the bucket form something like these, then he really isn't really worth all this effort. Not like we should complain, we got paid before we did this."

"Obligation." Was the only word Ox said as he walked passed his two associates holding a long steel cable with a hook on the end.

"Yup, Ox is right. Our rep would be tarnished if we go back on our deal. Besides, Mr. Osborn is a very popular and loyal costumer. To double cross him, our most loyal customer and investor, would be disrespectful to him and to the big man himself."

"If that hit didn't kill him," Dan pointed at the blazing death trap. "Then the fire will."

Picking up the pace, Ox plunged the hook beep into the back door. Taking a step back, he signaled one of his friends to put the truck in reverse.

Fancy Dan was the quickest to be in the driver's seat, leaving Montana to deal with the other part of this little operation.

Reaching for his scroll, Montana dialed a number and waited for the other end to answer.

"Good Evening, sir." Spoke Montana in a polite greeting. "Just wanted to let you know that we are at the location and my team is already getting your V.I.P to safety as we speak."

The cowboy just nodded his head at whoever was talking on the other end of the call.

"We didn't see much other resistance other than the small posse that trialed behind the target. Probably thought they wouldn't see much action with how slow tonight is. Don't worry, we already handled the little entourage they had a few miles back. Made sure we didn't leave any prints, too."

Whatever this mystery person said made Montana laugh.

"Heh, heh! You're too kind, sir. The Enforcers are nothing but professionals when it comes to this line of work."

Hearing metal being torn, Montana looked over and saw the back door was now open. What came next was a gaggle of grown men doing their best to escape only for them to tangle each other thanks to the cuff that are all attached to them.

"That's just a sorry sight." The cowboy shook his head. "Ox! Pull those gents out, will ya?"

Letting out a grunt of acknowledgment, Ox walked to the nearest Faunus, grabbed him by the collar, and in one heave, pulled the entire chain out of the burning vehicle. Sticking his head inside for anything else, Ox found what he was looking for when he saw a solid clear through box full of sand.

"Got him." Pulling the smaller prison out of the metal van, he tossed the intended package right at Montana's feet.

"Hello, Flint," Montana smiled. "Good seeing you again, but I'm pretty sure you would have liked our meeting a little better if you weren't in such a sorry state."

Getting a response by seeing the sand morph into Flint's scowling face made the leader of the enforcers laugh.

Focusing on the call again, Montana moved his head to signal the rest of his team to get to work on freeing Flint.

"We got him, sir," Montana went back to his caller. "They had guards to protect the convoy, but they were spread too thin. It was easy to take them down one at a time, but what really made this easy was your other friend redirecting radio communication. Give him my thanks for me, will ya?"

While their leader was talking, both Fancy Dan and Ox made their effort in unlocking the box.

"Not many openings to try and open it. It seems you can only open it with a code" Said Dan. "Think one of the guards has the password?"

Looking back at the truck, both saw that the front was completely engulfed in flames.

"I ain't going in that." Ox said crossing his arm, over his massive frame.

"Guess we have to try a different approach." Not having the mental capacity to figure out how to get passed a digit encrypted lock, Fancy Dan made up his mind to try something a bit more barbaric.

"It's sealed tight, even more so on the inside." With a well-placed kick, Fancy Dan bashed the control pad, causing it to malfunction. "All of that is thrown out when this little do-dad isn't working to seal this stupid thing."

Like a geyser, sand shot up straight into the air and landing in front of both Fancy Dan and Ox.

Willing himself to turn into human form, the recently turned super villain, Sandman, glared at his 'rescuers'.

"Is that really the look your going to give to the guys who saved you?" Fancy Dan didn't look intimidated by Sandman's scowl.

"Did Mr. Osborn send you?" He asked them.

"Whoa, let's not say that out loud in the open!" The shortest of the enforcers made a cutting motion with his right hand. "These streets, while quiet right now, still has some unsavory rats."

"Yeah, I know, I'm seeing one right now."

Ox snorted in amusement.

"Now, let's all just stop before one of us makes a mistake." Montana placed himself between Flint Marko and Fancy Dan. "Got a call here for you. You might like what you hear, trust me."

Handing the scroll to Flint, Montana gestured the rest of his crew to wait at their car for further instructions.

"Keep the scroll," Montana made a farewell gesture by tipping his hat to Marko. "We did our part by freeing you. Now, it's all on you from here on out."

Leaving Marko by himself, the man made of sand turned and walked away to the opposite direction.

"Hello?" Asked Flint.

"Good Evening, Mr. Marko." Replied a familiar tone. "Glad to be free?"

"What do you need me to do?" Cutting to the chase, he asked the man who made him into this what his plans are.

"Nothing." That word made him stop dead in his tracks.

"You're free, dept is paid, no strings attached." Osborn said. "Be where you want to be. I'm sure the one place you truly wish to see is the home where your daughter lives."

"R-really?" Flint hated how his rough and cool demeanor was shattered when he heard that.

"Yes,go to your daughter. Your 'injured' daughter. To see your wif-sorry, your ex-wife in her dingy apartment. It's going to be hard she keeps going to work more often than tending the needs for your child."

"Injured?" The sand within his body was getting harder and harder to keep shape.

"Oh, yes, a car accident with someone hitting her school bus. She and the other students are fine, but unfortunately for her, she was sitting where the car impacted, resulting in her now using a crutch for a broken leg."

"If you did this..." Sandman unconsciously grew several feet bigger.

"I'm rich, not omnipotent." Osborn scoffed. "It was just some driver hopped up on some drugs found in his glove compartment. Your wife is struggling enough with regular bills, now she has to deal with a very hefty medical bill, too."

"If you're trying to make me work for you again by telling me this..."

"Did you forget or are you that stupid?" Osborn senior dropped his little charade and spoke in cold and dispassionate voice. "I said you're free, so enjoy your freedom. Just remember, it's going to be hard trying to find an 'honest day's work' when people see you as the Sandman."

Flint Marko's head looked down to the floor, realization dawning on him that what Osborn is saying is true. Who was he kidding? Did he honestly think he can just walk away from all this? Of what he has done both being a crook and being a villain?

"I'm going to assume that you finally caught on to what I'm getting at here. So I'll ask one final question, Flint Marko. What are you going to do now?"

An image from not so long ago drifted in to his head. It was a sand box with his daughter building something.

Alone, no one there to watch or help her.

In the end, that was all he needed to push himself to do what must be done.

"I'm going to give my daughter that perfect sandcastle."

Crushing the scroll within his hands. Sandman walks down the darkly lit road, determination now brimming inside himself. He couldn't leave it to his wife to handle all these problems, and he most certainly doesn't want to even humor the idea to look for his so called 'friend' to help either.

'No, in the end, it's all on me.' What happens next, is entirely by his choice. No one to blame it on if he fails, no one to give him orders to do something. He was truly free from all of that, yet, he still doing the same song and dance by being something his daughter wouldn't look up to.

A bad guy.