A/N: That was quick! Haha, no, I had a friend request for the second chappie, so I decided to post it! Blake!

Blake (with nose in Ninjas of Love): No. I'm reading.

Me: Blaaaaaaaake

Blake (still reading): Fine. MisakaMikotoElectromaster does in no way own any of the characters here except for Gilan. The rest belong to RoosterTeeth.

Me: Yay! Thanks Blake!

Weiss was panting, having just fought through a pack of Beowolves in the simulation room. The scene of destruction around her faded away, leaving a pure white room and the door across from her. She glanced over and checked up on "Gilan". Weiss gasped at the whirlwind of destruction that was Gilan. Her dark purple hair whipped around, and she was killing the Beowolves with seemingly no weapon. Weiss glanced at the settings and gaped at the difficulty level. Gilan had set it on the infamous "Master" setting, known to have left even the strongest Hunters and Huntresses with aura levels dipping into the red. Weiss checked Gilan's aura levels and gasped again. The Beowolves had only managed to hit Nagihiko once or twice, judging from her aura levels. Either that, or she had massive aura reserves like Jaune. Weiss watched Gilan finish off the last pack of Beowolves without a scratch and concluded that it must have been the former.

"Hello, Miss Schnee, you seem to have finished faster than me. What is your fighting style, may I inquire?" Gilan asked, oblivious to Weiss's awe.

"Do you have any idea what you just accomplished?" Weiss exclaimed, shaking out of her stupor and completely ignoring Gilan 's question.

"Not really," replied Gilan," Perhaps you could inform me of what I did to induce this state of agitation upon you?"

"You defeated a difficulty level that has left people such as Professor Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch with red aura levels, yet you barely have a scratch on you!" Weiss responded, shaking her head, "I didn't even see your weapon come out!" Gilan frowned, then shrugged.

"My real weapon is hidden in my cloak. I'm slightly less experienced with these knives," she said, unsheathing the knives.

"May I see them?" Weiss inquired, curious.

"Of course you may," Gilan replied, handing the hunting knives to Weiss.

Weiss inspected them carefully, noting the intricate vine design on the handle and the guns concealed in the leaves and stems. She tested them out, spinning around and making a large circle. The knives were carefully crafted, with razor-sharp edges and a design that was both aesthetically and physically pleasing. The handle was worn into a handprint that was very similar to her own. The hilts of the knives were covered with complex webs of platinum over a large emerald.

"Wow, these knives are spectacular!" Weiss exclaimed.

Nagihiko smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Would you like to spar?" asked Weiss, curious about Gilan 's fighting style.

"If it is okay with you, Miss Schnee," Gilan responded.

"Please, call me Weiss."

"Very well, Weiss"

"Hey, kitty-cat, you've got control of the battle simulation settings, right?" Yang said with a devious smirk.

"Of course, Yang. By the way, don't call me kitty-cat," Blake replied, a little annoyed.

"Let's do this then."