Team RWBY's Therapy Session

It had been a few days since my sessions with Team JNPR and it seemed as they had made some improvements in class and in combat. I'm sure they still have their quirks and insecurities, but progress doesn't happen overnight. They have a ways to go before they could be considered top ranking hunters, but they seemed to be on the right track now. I knew I would love seeing them grow into their own. Still, they were only one team here at Beacon and they were hardly the only odd ones out for the first year students.

Team RWBY. A team of girls containing Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, and Yang Xiao Long. Each of the girls have mountains of potential and have fair much better in combat than most of the other first years and could even rival the seniors of Beacon. Still, they've gotten a habit of getting into trouble, breaking rules, and generally having difficult personalities. I had been planning on holding these sessions with them, so I decided to do what I do for Team JNPR. I set up a simulation that had Team RWBY enter a fight they could not win, losing their lives. I recalled the complaints Pyrrha and Glynda said about the simulation; that it was rather lengthy and traumatic, but it was something they needed to face. A hunter's life is a dangerous one. They have to face the possibility of death. It's harsh, but necessary.

Ruby Rose. The leader of Team RWBY and a rabid weapon fanatic. While she is a great fighter, good tactician, and weapon expert, she is lazy when it comes to anything revolving around basic class work. I'm sure if she took the time to study and focus on more than her scythe, she'd been a top student. It may just because she reminded me of her mother, but I have faith in her. Still, given her young age, I felt she would need to understand the exact risks she could face. The risks her mother faced. Part of me did hesitate when I sent her in to watch a possible future of them dying. For a fifteen-year-old, no matter how mature and strong they are, imagery is always difficult to witness. To make things worse, Ruby was hardly mature. This would be difficult.

Glynda opened the door to my office. "Miss Rose, Professor Ozpin will see you now," she said to the young girl. Ruby stepped into my office with her hood up, covering her eyes. I sighed a bit to myself and took a sip of my coffee. While Ruby was nowhere near as energetic as Nora, she could be childish at times. I would need all the caffeine I could get.

"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Ruby asked while she held her hood down, refusing to look at me.

"You will be if you don't take that ridiculous cape off," Glynda growled a bit.

"Miss Good witch, please," I held my hand up at my faithful assistant. "There's no reason to get angry. This is meant to be a healing experience."

She sighed and turned around, letting go of the issue of Miss Rose's uniform violation. She's a great teacher, but she really focuses on rather minor issues at the end of the day. She exited the room, which left Miss Rose and I alone.

"Please take a seat," I said to the young girl.

Ruby sat down before lifting up her hood, "So, I'm not in trouble?"

"Not at all. Although, I'm sure Miss Goodwitch has more than enough pink slips to give about your hooded cape."

Ruby pouted a bit, "But I like my cape! It's cool!"

"Cool while you're hunting, but not in class when you try to use it as a pillow."

Ruby snickered a bit and rubbed the back of her head, "Sorry about that."

"But that's for her and you to discuss. We're here to talk about the simulation."

Ruby's smile slipped down, "Oh. We're going to talk about that?"

I nodded and leaned forward in my desk. "Of course. I wouldn't put you through that simulation and not discuss it with you," I told her. "I'd like you to tell me whatever you felt during that simulation."

"Is that why my whole team was called up?"

I groaned a bit. It was unprofessional of me, but even I have limits. Ruby never came across as this thickheaded before. However, I mentally restrained myself. It wasn't her fault she's acting that way. I had forced her into a simulation and ordered her to see me without much explanation. It made sense for her to be confused.

"Yes, it is," I said. "Now remember, whatever we discuss in this room will be confidential. I won't tell anyone what you've told me and you are free to keep everything to yourself unless you decide that's fine. Understood?"

Ruby nodded, "I think so."

"Then let's start. Do you feel well, Ruby?"

Ruby tapped on her knees, "Well, kinda? It's hard to say. I know it's not real, but it felt real. Does that make sense?"

"Of course. I designed it that way," I said with pride, but realized how inappropriate that was. "I apologize for that. I just needed you and your team to understand."

"Understand what?"

"That being a huntress is a life-threatening job," I explained as a kept watch on Ruby's face. She looked confused and smirked a bit, as if she thought I was an idiot. I knew she wasn't thinking that, but I knew she thought my statement was silly.

"Well of course I know that!" Ruby giggled a bit. "Grimm can be really dangerous at times, but we've proven we can handle ourselves."

"But are you worried about what could happen? Do you think there's a possibility that simulation could come true?"

Ruby leaned back in her seat, her smile was no longer visual due to being replaced by a frown, "I am a bit worried. I should be, right? I'm the leader…the youngest leader here, right?"

I gave her a nod. Many were vocal about my decision to recruit Miss Rose into Beacon Academy. She was not old enough to apply this year, but following an incident downtown with a robbery masterminded by Roman Torchwick, I saw that Miss Rose had all the skills required to enter my academy. Glynda was the most adamant against my idea. She felt I was being irresponsible and said Ruby was too immature to start early. She may have had a point. The lunchroom brawl was all the proof of her immaturity. Yet, I couldn't expel her or the rest of her team. I had to look after the girl. I owed her mother that much.

"I supposed I've added more pressure onto you than I intended," I said. "To expect you to handle that at your age is wrong."

Ruby's eyes widened and she leaned forward, "Hey, it's fine! I mean, sure it's scary, but I understand the risks, Ozpin! And I promise my team will never fall like that!"

I shook my head, "Your optimism is a good quality to have, but I need you to be realistic. No matter how skilled you are, you may run into a fight you can't win."

Ruby hung her head back down which caused her hood to slip back over herself. "Like my mother?" she muttered out.

I realized what I had just done. The simulation, the therapy, it brought back up her trauma. Despite her unwavering optimism, Miss Rose did lose her mother at a young age. Summer Rose was someone I held in high regard and trust more than most people. And yet, it may have been my fault for her passing. I've put a large amount of responsibility on her and it resulted in her falling in battle. I shivered. I may have placed her daughter in a much worse situation. Still, I had to keep my promise to her. I had to help Ruby.

"Yes," I said solemnly. "I understand that was difficult for you."

"It was," Ruby said before she looked back up at me. "I can't say…I don't know…I'm sad, but I don't think my mom did anything wrong."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, Miss Rose?"

"Well," Ruby sat straight up and looked directly into my eyes, "sure, maybe should could have done something different to live, but she was just doing the right thing, right? Giving up your life to save others…that's what a hero does, right?"

That optimism, it was just like her mother. Almost childlike to think of yourself as some sort of hero, but I suppose she wasn't wrong. Miss Rose and her team have been making it a trend to take missions where Grimm attack populated areas, saving bystanders as they fight off the Grimm. And yet, she needed to be reminded of the problem she had.

"That is true," I said to her, "But I feel like you are overlooking how you take needless risks at times. Need I remind you of when you attempted to take down Torchwick by yourself or when you snuck off from the dance to fight an intruder by yourself?"

Ruby pouted a bit, "No. You don't have to remind me."

"Miss Rose, I'm not saying you're wrong as a huntress to put other's before yourself. That's actually a quality more Beacon students need to possess. Still, you have a problem of getting into trouble with no one around to help you…"

I stopped then and examined Ruby's expression. Her usual childish pout was more of a quivering frown and tears were being formed at the edges of her eyes. I had touched a nerve I didn't mean to. I sighed.

"I apologize, but you understand what I mean, correct?" I asked her. "Helping others doesn't mean you have to throw your life away, Ruby."

Ruby nodded a bit sheepishly, "I understand."

"Promise me you won't go rushing into trouble."

Ruby gulped.

"Promise me," I repeated with added force in my voice.

"I promise," Ruby nearly shrieked. "I swear I won't rush into trouble anymore!"

I chuckled a bit at her overreaction. Perhaps I put more force in my voice than I thought because she was practically shaking like a leaf when she made her promise. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I just wanted to make sure you understood."

"Oh yep! I totally get it now! No need to worry about me!"

"Good," I chuckled again. "You may leave now. I have to discuss with the rest of your team."

"Aye aye," Ruby saluted to me before she made her way out of my office. I will admit, I didn't truly believe her promise. She has far too much of her mother in her spirit. I can see her running off to face a threat at the first possible sign. Heroic, yes. Foolish, absolutely. I would have to keep an eye on her. Maybe I could take up Glynda's offer to give her a weekly detention. However, I had other matters to attend to.

Weiss Schnee. The heiress to the Schnee Dust Corporation, a fact that made her application to join Beacon confusing to me. 'Why would she risk her life if she wished to inherit her father's company?' I originally asked myself. It took a few weeks of observing Weiss's interactions in class and with others made it clear. She absolutely despised authority. Most of the teachers simply wrote her off as being spoiled for things not going her way, but I believe there was more to that. From what I knew about Jacque Schnee, he was…an awful person. Stuck up, arrogant, surrounded in controversy about the treatment of workers, particularly Faunus employees. I believed Weiss was attempting to escape his influence.

Weiss had a great work ethic. Constantly acing tests and quizzes and her skills are impressive. However, she had several flaws. While I do believe her attitude stems from anger at her father, she does carry that traditional spoiled girl persona with her. She's proven to be arrogant, rude, and unwilling to cooperate with others. Her combat skills, will impressive, do lack in certain areas. Mainly in strength and her shallow use of glyphs. She is constantly training, but her need to do things alone are holding her back. My session with her would be tricky.

Miss Goodwitch opened my door once again and held it open for Weiss. "Professor Ozpin will now see you," she said.

The young heiress scoffed as she entered my office, "About time it was my turn."

Glynda's eyeroll told that I was going to have a difficult session. "Miss Schnee, I would appreciate it if you would show some respect."

Weiss glared at me, "Of course I will, Professor, but I don't let having to wait on my dolt of a leader."

"You don't like waiting in general, you little brat," Glynda muttered to herself. She had made a terrible mistake.

Weiss whipped around to face my assistant, "Excuse me?!"

"Enough!" I raised my voice and both of them went stiff. "I was hoping you two would be more mature than this. Miss Goodwitch, leave us."

Glynda frowned a bit, "Sorry, Professor." Glynda gave Weiss a side glance before exiting my office.

"Hmph," Weiss said to herself before she took a seat in front of me. "I expected your assistant to have some tact."

"Miss Schnee," I said while I facepalmed, "Can we move onto the reason we're here?"

Weiss folded her arms and crossed her legs, "Fair enough. This is about that simulation, correct?"

"Indeed. I was just wondering if you had any thoughts you wanted to express about the simulation."

"Well, I'm upset I had to sit through that and see myself die," Weiss said in a more annoyed tone of voice rather than sad. "I hope you understand that I could sue you for subjecting us to something that potentially traumatizing."

I sighed a bit. "Are you going to?"

Weiss sighed, "No. I'm sure you at least have a halfway decent explanation for all of this."

"I may. The purpose of the simulation, while it is rather traumatic, is meant to help you understand the risks that are at play during a Huntress's life."

Weiss rolled her eyes, "I am well aware of the risks of being a huntress. I've…I have had to learn not to do things on my own...Even if the one I have to rely on is incredibly childish."

I tilted my head. "You're still upset Ruby is your team leader?"

"No," Weiss shook her head, but her frown was noticeable. "Ruby has proven herself to a reliable leader while Blake and Yang have shown to be great fighters that are willing to help me when I'm in danger."

"If you're not upset, then what's the problem, Weiss?" I asked her.

"Well, I suppose I'm still not used to having to rely on others. I've been raised and trained to be…practically perfect at all aspects of my life. Singing, fencing, financing, everything. I'm just supposed to be the best by default."

I wasn't surprised hearing this. I've known that the richer families often put large amounts of pressure on the child set to inherit the large fortunes, and if anything, inheriting the Schnee Dust Corporation would be horrifying for a young girl. The SDC is practically a corner stone for the grand majority of weapons, mining, and tech industries. I assumed that the pressure from her family carried over into her life as a huntress.

"Weiss," I spoke up, "do you feel like you're under a lot of pressure from your family?"

Weiss blew air through her nose. She must've been annoyed by my line of questioning. "Of course I do. I'm the heiress. I have to live up to," Weiss stopped her tangent and her eyes hung down solemnly. "No."

I tilted my head once again. "Excuse me?"

"I should stop saying that. I know that if I live up to his standards I'll just be as rotten as him."

I leaned forward in my seat a bit. "Weiss, would you be willing to talk about your relationship with your family?"

Weiss sighed. "It would probably explain things, right?"

I nodded. "Only if you feel comfortable."

Weiss shrugged. "I can. If Ruby was here, she'd tell me that I'd need to tell someone about my problems."

"Would she?"

Weiss sighed. "Probably. It's like her to shove herself in my business."

'More than you know,' I thought to myself for a moment. It was unprofessional to say something like that, but the truth was the truth. I nodded to Weiss to encourage her to continue.

"My family is complicated. My father is the exact same man all those news articles and rumors suggest. He's strict to a horrifying level. I always have to speak a certain way, act a certain way, dress a certain way, I can't spend too much time on one thing, I always have to be on top. It was hard to escape his influence. Even when I turned to Klein," she stopped and looked at me. My face must have shown that I had no idea who Klein was because she corrected me. "My butler. Even if I turned to him or my mother, I couldn't escape it. Klein would always try to cheer me up, but he could never stand up to my father. My mother was sweet and loving, but the longer she was with him, the more she took up drinking. After a while, I didn't even recognize her. She wouldn't clean herself or speak right. It was like she wasn't a Schnee but one of those we'd look down on."

"What about your siblings? Do you get along with them?"

"My brother, Whitely, is my rival in a sense. He wants to be the true heir to the company, so he's always going out of his way to one-up me. He's always agreeing to everything my father says and has done so even more now that I've begun to branch out on my own. He's also very passive aggressive. If he's ever polite to you it's only because there's a catch or a hidden insult behind it. As for my sister," Weiss stopped and smiled for the first time in the session. "You know Winter, right?"

"I do. I've been working with the Atlus Military for quite some time now," I said with a smile. "From every encounter I've with her, she's shown to be a respectable solider."

"She is the reason I chose to be a huntress. She was always the most encouraging of my family. She's so strong, brave, and she went to carve her own path. That's something I want to be like."

"And that's why you became a huntress."

Weiss nodded before sinking into her chair. "And yet, the simulation reminded me how much of a risk this lifestyle is. Me becoming a huntress already put my spot at heiress in jeopardy, but if I die the company will go to Whitely."

"Then it's a good thing I didn't make you leader," I spoke up.

Weiss's head shot up and she looked into my eyes. She was annoyed once again by me. "Excuse me? Wait, what does that have to do with me not being a leader?"

I took a sip of my coffee. I would need all the energy I could get to avoid a Schnee lecture. "Weiss, your family and I have always had a rocky history. While I do benefit from all the dust the Schnee Dust Corporation gathers for my students and all aspiring hunters, I've always made my disgust to their methods clear. And considering their shady history, I took a few guesses at what your life was like when you applied. To be honest, Weiss, I knew you could never be leader."

"What? Are you back to doubting my abilities?"

"Weiss, it was never about your abilities. I've always had high hopes for your skills. I was worried about your temperament."

"So you thought I was a spoiled brat too?"

"While I did worry about your…arrogance, I was more worried about how much pressure you've been under throughout your life. Most of it coming from your family and some coming from yourself."

Weiss sat up and leaned towards me, "Myself? What are you talking about?"

"What I'm saying is that you being the leader, having your family breathing down your neck while a group of team mates constantly looking to you for guidance would be dangerous. You would most likely snap under the pressure."

I was being hypocritical again. Afterall, this was the very same scenario I thrusted Pyrrha into. As wrong as it would be to say, I had more confidence in Pyrrha to handle the situation. I couldn't say the same for Weiss. I downplayed it earlier, but I knew Weiss's arrogance was a bigger problem. I am lucky that her time with her team has calmed her down, if only somewhat, but she still had time to grow up. But this wasn't put down the pressure she was under. It was a problem, something that was probably at the back of her mind at all times. Hopefully my idea would work out.

"Weiss," I lightened up the tone of my voice, "you've made plenty of progress with your team. You're no longer butting heads with Ruby and you've grown to rely on Blake and Yang. But now I think it's time you've come to rely on them as friends. Tell them about how you feel and what you're going through."

Weiss crossed her arms and looked away from me. Typical of a teenager to not look authority in the eye. "I've already proven I'm not good with people."

"Then now's the time to improve," I gave a small smile to her. "I think we're done for the day. We can speak again if you feel the need to."

Weiss stood up and gave me a nod. It seemed that my words did make it through to her. Glynda opened the door for Weiss to step out to hopefully grow as a huntress. Stubbornness is a trait many teenagers have, in honesty it always has been, but this new generation is on a different level. People like Weiss are born into greatness and become entitled. It did seem like her time at Beacon has melted her cold exterior. She's become more willing to listen to others while still speaking her mind, so hopefully that will continue in the future. But just as Weiss stepped out of the room, her teammate took her place.

Blake Belladonna. The one member of team RWBY my staff had a hard time trying to figure out. She's obviously intelligent due to her high grades and her interesting in reading. She's also a highly skilled warrior, using her Shadow Semblance and weapons to finish off Grimm with the speed and efficiency of a ninja. And yet she's very quiet student. Often going out of her way to avoid speaking to her teachers. However, I've been able to see through her "disguise" if you could honestly call it that. She hides her cat ears behind a big bow. It was so simple and yet it actually worked for the rest of the staff and student body. It would be rude of me to pry, but if I'm going to help these students, I have to get to the heart of the problem.

Blake sat down in front of me, but didn't look at me. Not truly. Her eyes were on me, but I could tell she wasn't focused on me. I imagined that she wasn't interested in talking. This would be difficult.

"Hello Blake," I spoke to her. "I hope you're doing well today."

Blake shrugged and moved her eyeline away from me, "It was just another day for the most part."

"Now I know you may want to return to your dorm, but I feel like we should discuss the simulation you went through today. Do you feel worried about it?"

"A bit," Blake said. "If you're worried about me not understanding the risks of being a huntress, you don't have to."

"I see."

There was a brief pause in the room.

"You want to talk more, don't you?" Blake asked. She understood me better than most.

"I am curious as to why you're not worried. I appreciate your confidence and bravery, but I don't want you to think you need to throw your life away."

Blake shook her head, "I don't plan on throwing my life away. I simply know that my life can be cut short in the field. I've always understood that if you want to accomplish something, you have to take risks."

I wasn't sure if she was trying to hint at her past, but I was too curious to refuse to bite. Afterall, this was all to help her. If she has a problem, I have to help her solve it.

"You say that like you've had to take risks your whole life. Would that be much of a stretch to say that?"

Blake stiffened a bit. That was probably the reaction I should have expected that to happen when I put a ninja in the spotlight. Blake shuffled a bit in her seat before she finally looked back.

"It wouldn't," Blake said. "I've had a rough life."

"Due to you being a Faunus?" A blunt question. Something that I'm sure Blake wasn't in the mood to talk about, but I know that was the only way to continue down this rabbit hole.

If Blake wasn't uncomfortable before, she was by then. She went stiff once more and her skin went pale. "How did you know?"

"Miss Belladonna," I took a swig of my coffee, "do you think I wouldn't notice how your bow just twitches at times?"

"Well, no."

"And do you think I wouldn't notice some of the oddities in your student application?"

"No."

"Well, that's good. I'd rather not have my students think of me as a fool," I chuckle a bit. It was forced of course. I hardly found the situation funny, but Blake needed to know I wasn't mad.

"Then why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"I was respecting your privacy. I know how hard it is for Faunus to be out in the open. However, I want you to know that this is a safe place for you, Blake. You don't have to hide yourself from me."

Blake looked down for a moment, she clearly weighed her options. I had caught her, she couldn't hide the fact she was a Faunus. And yet, this could have been the first step for her to be her real self. No more hiding. An odd quote for a ninja to take to heart, but she did it. Blake untied the bow and let it drop to the floor. Her cat ears matched the color of her hair, and in all honesty, I feel like it could have easily passed as some oddly spikey hair.

I decided it was time for me to ease up on her. I leaned back in my seat and gave a soft smile. "Those aren't anything to be ashamed of, Blake."

"They are when the world decides they are," Blake said. "You say that this a safe place, but it's not. Fine, you accept Faunus into the school. That's more than the rest of the world can, but I see what the other students do. Cardin trips and pushes them down when has the chance."

"What about your team?"

"They are the exceptions rather than the rule. And that's why I fight. I'm fighting so that they aren't just exceptions, but the norm. That's why I'm not afraid of that simulation or the chance I may die. I've already fought tough battles in life, even away from Grimm. If I'm even able to make some impact, some change in another's mind about how the Faunus are people too, then I'm fine with that."

"But then why do you hide? If you want to make a statement, then why pretend to be human?"

Blake paused. It seemed that she didn't have answer to that.

"Blake," I spoke up, "Why are-"

"I'm leaving," Blake shot up from the chair and stomped away from my desk. Before I could even ask her to stay, she already opened the door and slammed it shut.

Could my question truly have touched a nerve that harshly? Why would she avoid it? She's passionate about the struggle of the Faunus, yet she hides herself from the world. It has to be more than just hiding herself. Guilt? But why would she feel guilty unless she was part of the White Fang? At that moment, that became my main theory. I don't believe she would have done the rather extreme acts of terrorism the clan had carried out, and judging from Blake's actions on the field, she was a person with strong character. While I wouldn't turn her in, I would attempt to confront her again when she was in a more cooperative mood.

Yang Xiao Long. The older half-sister to Ruby Rose and the powerhouse of Team RWBY. She's easily one of the strongest students of the freshmen year, tied against Pyrrha Nikos. She's also a relatively bright student, making passing grades on tests and outright acing combat lessons. However, her carefree attitude had gotten her into some conflict with her teachers. "She's more interested in telling jokes than paying attention," "She doesn't speak to me with the respect I deserve," "She should take combat seriously." These were all complaints that had been filed against her, yet they could never be followed up on due to Yang being able to pass her classes. Hopefully I would be able to reach out to her and bring her down to reality. At least, in the hope she doesn't take after her mother.

Glynda opened the door only a few seconds after Blake had slammed it. She seemed just as surprised and confused as I was.

"Sir," she spoke up, "is everything alright?"

I sat back down in my chair. "Yes. Bring in the final student."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"I am."

Glynda nodded and opened the door for Yang who stepped into the room with her usual confidence, down to her actually kicking her feet up onto my desk. Lucky for me, Glynda was a great assistant and whipped at Yang's legs.

"Ow!" Yang dropped her legs and rubbed the reddened skin.

"As long as you're in this office you will act like a respectable student," Glynda said with a snap of her whip. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Yang said with a forced smirk. "No need to whip me anymore."

Glynda looked tempted to whip her again, but raised my hand. "It will be fine, Glynda. You may go now."

Glynda sighed and nodded before she left the two of us. I took a sip of my coffee and faced Yang, ready to begin the session until Yang interrupted me.

"So, you two are on a first name basis then?" Yang asked with a smirk.

I huffed a bit. I was right to take a sip of my coffee beforehand. "Miss Xiao Long, I can assure you that my relationship with Miss Goodwitch is strictly professional. Speaking of being professional, may we begin our session?"

Yang shrugged, "Sure, but I don't know what you expect me to say."

I tilt my head a bit to the side. "Do you not have anything to say about the simulation?"

Yang leaned back in her seat. "Nope," she put a lot of pop to the P. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it was pretty freaky, but it was just a simulation."

"So, you're not worried about the possibility of dying? Or you team?"

"Of course I get worried about Ruby and the others. I'll go out of my way to take a blow for them."

"But you don't sound worried."

Yang laughed a bit before shaking her head, "Come on, Ozzy-"

I shuddered internally at the reminder of that nickname.

"I won't get anywhere if I worry all the time. If I did, I probably wouldn't be as good as I am now."

"But some could say having a little bit of worry can make sure you're prepared."

"But I'm already prepared," Yang leaned forward. Her entire posture and attitude shifted from laidback to serious. "I'm always training and studying. I bet huge money that I'm in better shape than half the senior class. And my weapons are always in top shape from me and Ruby. So, why do I have to worry? Can I die? Maybe, but I've trained my ass off, I beat anything that comes my way. Besides, that risk of death? I live for that. Traveling around and fighting wouldn't be as fun if there wasn't any risk."

I frowned. Teenagers and young adults came in many shapes and forms, but there were often patterns. There was the respectful kind, the ones who could follow orders but had a tough time thinking for themselves. The rebellious kind, the ones that spoke their mind but at the cost of being difficult. Then there's the kind Yang fit in, the arrogant showboat. Skilled, yes. Courageous, absolutely. However, they are the ones always bound to get smacked by reality. And what would happen to Yang if that were the case? Could she become like her mother? I needed to make sure that would never happen.

"Yang, being confident is a good thing, but I feel like you're overly confident," I said very clearly. "You're not invincible."

"I never said I was."

"Yang, take this seriously," I was tempted to bash my cup against my desk. She wasn't an idiot, but she was being horribly thickheaded. "You say you'd take a bullet for your team, but don't you care about how'd they feel if you died?"

"I do care. That's why I won't die."

"Stop that, Yang," I placed my coffee cup down.

"I don't know what else you want from me," Yang said, her tone less playful than before. "Everyone keeps telling me to take being a huntress seriously, but I already do."

"Then why are you being so thickheaded?"

"Because this is school. I have all the time in the world to mess around here. It's on the field where I have to get serious, right?"

That wasn't a wrong way to view things. I had tried my best to make sure all of my students still had time to be their age and live their lives. Forcing them onto the field of combat and treating them like soldiers was something I could never bring myself to do. That was more of Ironwood's territory. Still, I needed my students to understand that fighting Grimm wasn't meant to be fun.

"Yang, I don't feel like we're going anywhere today," I said rather solemnly.

"Then can I go?" Yang asked even though she already got out of her chair.

I sighed, "Yes, but please remember this. You're not invincible. You are strong, Yang, but even the greatest warriors can lose. You may get smacked by reality, and it may hit you hard."

Yang rolled her eyes before giving a small wave goodbye and exiting my room. I sighed a bit to myself. After all the progress I made with Team JNPR, Team RWBY felt like a roadblock. They're all incredibly bright students, but their character flaws are far too strong. True, Ruby and surprisingly Weiss were able to cooperate with my session, but Blake and Yang outright refused to listen. It was a shame, because they seem to have the greatest potential out of the first-year students. That may be wrong of me to think that, but it was the truth. They all have qualities that seemed familiar. Maybe they were like the-

"You seemed troubled, sir," Glynda said. It may have interrupted my train of thought, but I couldn't say I didn't appreciate the concern.

"I'd say this session was more of a failure," I said as I turned around to look out my rather large window. "Perhaps the simulation was a waste of effort."

"So, you don't want to give these sessions anymore?"

I shook my head. "These students still need to discuss whatever issues they have. I just believe maybe we should broaden the topics."

Glynda groaned a bit. "I know I'm not going to enjoy seeing these troublemakers more than I have to."

I chuckled a bit. "They won't be troublemakers if you reach out to them."

Since I was still learning how to work on this site, I guess I will write down here what I planned to write on the previous chapter. I like RWBY, but it's clearly a show with a lot of wasted potential. Especially with the character's psychology as pretentious as that sounds. These characters have a lot of issues and it could do a lot of cool stories.

This set up was inspired by that one Young Justice episode where Black Canary talks to the young heroes after a simulation went wrong. As I went deeper in the story, the simulation kinda took a backseat to talk about over stuff. Weiss and Blake completely derailed it in my opinion.

I had a harder time writing Team RWBY for some reason. They have much clearer details to go into due to being the main characters, but I just felt like I had more freedom with Team JNPR. Also, I just felt I paced the first chapter better. Still, I had some fun writing this. Dialogue was fun and it was good practice for characterization.

Anyways, please give any feedback you guys have. I would really appreciate it.