Jaune entered the training room and was shocked to see the training room was actually filled with four students training. They all looked like they were the attending some kind of class. the room was configured in the Japanese dojo style. The floor was lined with straw mats and the students all dressed in white was a weapons rack off to the side that held all the weapons of the students. Jaune couldn't see the instructor but presumed that this was simply a high-level class as two students were wearing black belts. He wasn't certain what it was for a moment until he saw what they were doing.

One student wearing a white gi and black belt stepped in on another and went for a right foot ax kick. In response, the defending student wearing a brown gi with a brown belt parried the strike to his own right and stepped around behind his partner. Bringing his hand up from behind and beneath he grabbed the attackers belt with his right hand and his left hand came around the attacker's neck from behind grabbing the right lapel of the gi. Then in one swift motion, the defender stepped to his right and dragged the attacker to the ground. Once there the defender who was now the attacker moved into side control and locked his victim into a vicious looking straight armbar that had the victim tapping out almost instantly

This was a jiu-jitsu class and he just saw a very clean takedown.

"HU,ORACK!" the command was one from a place and person of authority. Turning to find the source he saw Professor Port he was on an elevated platform that offered him a better view of the action. He was also wearing a strange looking gi. It was black but the belt was white. It seemed odd that the instructor had on a white belt but perhaps it was because the gi's were what was gi was what matched the rank of the wearer. But that meant that most of the class were very inexperienced.

Looking back to the fighters it was clear that the command was to stop because they both stood and bowed to one another.

"MISTER ARC, WHAT BRINGS YOU TO OUR CLASS." the professor's question was a fair one. It was early in the morning and Jaune had just wandered into his class looking mildly confused and in pain.

After a moment Jaune opened his mouth to answer but the overwhelming nature of the past twenty-four hours kept words from forming.

"CLASS, DISMISSED." after he ended class Port descended his platform and walked over to Jaune. "Render unto me your woes my dear boy."

Jaune wanted to keep his pain and his feelings to himself, they weren't Professor Port's problems.

"Professor, I have failed my team. PLNR has fallen apart and RWBY is a mess. Rockslide is dead. I …" once more his words failed him and he felt the strength leaving him.

"My dear boy I think I know what could help to calm your spirits," stepping back and taking a kneeling position. "I would like you to engage me in a grappling match. It may prove more therapeutic than you may first believe."

The professor's eyes were almost visible under his oversized eyebrows, almost.

Shrugging off his jacket and then removing his t-shirt to avoid damaging it. Then he too took a kneeling position in front of the professor. They both bowed and then started. Port raised his left leg into a right kneeling position. He extended his hands out and began to shuffle towards Jaune. Jaune took a mimicking stance and proceeded to shuffle towards Port.

Once they meet Port attacked he moved with a speed that Jaune would have thought impossible for the older man. The professor grabbed ahold of Jaune's left ankle with his left hand and lifted it up and across dragging the boy into a side control pin.

Before Jaune could react to this Port slid into a modified Kesa Gatame with Jaune's left arm held in Port's right armpit while Port's left arm slid under Jaune's right shoulder. Then the larger professor spread his legs on the ground in order to fend off Jaune's own attempt to bridge out.

Lifting his hips off the mat the rounded professor placed his weight on the younger man. Even though the weight would have been painful a high-level fighter like Jaune should have been able to handle it. This was what confused the teacher when he felt the boy frantically tapping the professor's side. It was the universal signal for submission. And it meant that for whatever reason Jaune was giving up.

Rolling back to a kneeling position Port looked over the student. He seemed fine and soon he too was in a kneeling position. "Are you injured?"

"I will live sir. I think I may need to retire for the night." with that said Jaune made an attempt to leave. He almost made it to the door before his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees. He swiftly rose back to his feet and left for his dorm.

…

Blake was still laying in her bed and waiting and worrying when she received a text.

(Jaune is fine. He should be on his way back to your dorm. Before you freak out this is Cardin)

To say that this confused and relieved Blake would be an understatement. She quickly typed back her own response.

(how did you get my number!)

She didn't have to wait long for her answer.

(Jaune and I both have our team's numbers in case we need to get in touch, it's a security thing.)

That made enough sense for Blake to let it go. She knew how he got it so that made enough sense. So with her worries laid to rest, she felt her pillow calling to her. It was 4:30 am and if she went to sleep now she may be asleep at noon but that was going to be alright since Beacon policy was for teams who lost a teammate to be removed from classes for at least three weeks. All the assignments given and due during that time frame would be removed from their records.

It was hard for the teachers but it was a compromise they were willing to make for their students. Especially those who lost half their team whether through death, running away, or moving to a different school.

It was safe to assume that she was going to not be expected to attend or even allowed to attend any classes tomorrow.

There was a sound that seemed to be movement coming from Yang's bed. Looking over to it Blake saw that Yang seemed to be tossing and turning as though she was in pain.

Rushing over to her friend and partner Blake saw that she was still asleep and that her tossing and turning seemed to be some manner of nightmare. By the time that Blake reached her Ruby had already woken up and reached her sister as well. During the commotion, Weiss also woke up but she hadn't done much besides stare blankly at the dark room.

"Yang, Yang wake up" Ruby cried as she shook her sleeping sister.

All at once Yang sat up and looked around in a state of panic. Her eyes frantically checked all of the places that Jaune normally slept and when she saw nothing she asked."where is Jaune, WHERE IS HE?"

she was growing more frantic and Blake had a disturbing idea as to why. It was no secret that Jaune had accessed some other power. And it seemed to affect both the physical world and the metaphysical one, that combined with Yang and Jaune friendship she may have been getting some of the things he was feeling. That could have flooded her with those feelings and in her state of slumber then that could, in turn, translate into a nightmare.

"Jaune is on his way here, Yang. he is almost here." Blake didn't even notice that she had forced herself into the space that Ruby used to occupy.

As she spoke the door opened slowly and after a moment Jaune's silhouette could be seen standing in the doorway. Blake had no idea how Jaune seemed to be there just as she said he would be but she wasn't going to curse her good luck to she let it go.

Jaune stood in the doorway looking in for several seconds.

"Um, Jaune. Are you going to say anything or even come in?" as she asked Weiss's voice betrayed her growing concern and confusion.

Then without a word Jaune dropped to the floor, unmoving and seemingly unconscious.

hey, sorry for the cliffhanger. I will admit that it helps get people to come back. But I swear that it isn't the only reason that I use them. they are a good way to get the readers to think about what has happened and what may happen. that way when you get the answers they are more satisfying. sort of a delayed gratification thing. and it helps the people who may take inspiration from my stories time to think of their own ideas. thank you for reading.

Noruas.