I hate this

Afro watched them grow and train. He watched as they snuck their way to his home to learn. He even watched on as they created their first weapons, and even then they continued to train.

"I'll tell you one thing my master never told me; your life, your skills, and your decisions are all your own. I cannot nor will I ever tell you what to do with them." They continued to spar as he spoke, their blades making sparks fly in different directions. Their movement, with Adam's strong quick slashes and Jaune's similar, but stronger strikes, gave away their still developing skills, but also gave an insight on how fast they were learning.

Afro watched on, his cigarette wasting away slowly as he hadn't taken a drag from it since he'd lit it. He remained silent, only hearing the wind blowing, and the clanging of metal against metal as his students spared.

Jaune swung his left hand out, blocking Adam with his sheath, and swinging down his blade towards his head.

His sword cut through the arm of another Beowolf, severing it from its body. It roared out as it staggered back, allowing Jaune to dash forward with an upward diagonal slash, cutting the beast in half. He took a step back, panting very lightly as he placed Flourish back into its sheath. Port was saying something to him, probably congratulating him on a job well done. He walked back to his seat, stomping on Cardin's outstretch foot on his way up. Port continued on with his class as he saw Cardin glared at him from the corner of his eye, and his friends went on with whatever they were doing, be it sleeping, taking notes, or just messing around with other students.

Jaune decided to join those in their duet of pleasures and take a nap, not wanting the headache that had been building up over the past few days to become a migraine. He knew it would pass within the week, it was just the overflow of memories that caused it. His thoughts drifted off to a dreamscape of his own, to which he dedicated nothing except contemplation.

"Fancy meeting you here." Jaune didn't need to look to see who it was.

"Blake told me about how low your actions became. Was it really such a big deal to you that I never joined?" He materialized Flourish and Fair in his hands. Were you really that stupid?"

"...I had to roll with it, okay? I was in the mindset that if I kept at it, you'd show up and stop me. I wasn't expecting you to just get your memories blocked!" Adam glared behind his mask at his former brother in arms. "You should've come for me. But you let me come to you. All those lives are on you. Don't forget that."

Jaune's eyes widened. He spun, drawing his sword faster than a bullet, and slashing at the red haired samurai. He cut through thin air, and once again found himself alone in the empty space of his mind. He closed his eyes as he accepted the truth of what he had said; he should've gone after him.

Crocea Moors. Flourish and Fair. Both very strong in their own right, more specifically the blades. But while one was heavier than the other, Jaune did have some skill to hold them in his hands, and just maybe, wield them in battle.

"Tell me again why you need my help?" Blake was glaring at him, although he could be mistaking her usual stare as one. It was hard to tell with her.

"I need help with dual wielding these. And you're the only one that comes in mind when it comes to this sort of thing." Her bow twitched. She sighed and gave in, drawing her weapon.

"Alright. Lesson one, blocking." He was too confused to see the flat her katana slap him in the face. He fell to the floor, feeling his ear ring a bit. "You okay?"

"Ow... yeah but-"

"Good! Lesson two, quick recovery." She then proceeded to relentlessly beat Jaune for the duration on the hour.

Props to whoever can figure out the reference here.