Okay on to the next chapter of everyones favorite Sephiroth centric story, sorry about the wait but I seem to have fallen into a inescapable hole that goes by the name Dark Souls 3. I'm slightly obsessed, cant wait for some dlc content. Anyway lets get started.

Auron stood across from Blake in the arena, his sword remained across his back as he stood waiting for Blake to make the first move. After a few seconds Blake dropped lower to the ground and charged him as he remained still, once she was in striking distance she slashed upwards across his chest only for him to take a quick step back dodging the attack completely.

Bringing her sheath up in a follow up swing she was frustrated slightly when he merely side stepped the attack. "Your telegraphing your attacks to much and your not taking advantage of your enemies weaknesses." Auron spoke as he watched her prepare another attack with a lazy look on his face. "Your opponent has only one working eye, use that to your advantage." He added as he pointed his thumb towards his right eye which had a large scar over it.

Blake threw her weapon towards Auron who again dodged, Blake pulled the ribbon connected to her weapon and redirected it towards Auron who raised his right arm and swatted it the weapon away before quickly lunging forward and into Blake's guard, without putting any aura behind the thrust Auron slammed his palm into the secret faunus's gut and sent her to the ground sliding several feet away. To Auron's surprise however, Blake's body disappeared from where it stopped. In the blink of an eye he spun on his heels and caught Blake's weapon by the blade in his right hand.

"Launching a surprise attack from behind while your enemy is distracted with your clone, nicely done." He complimented the girl who was still awe struck by the fact that he was still holding her weapon by the blade in his hand. "However you've let yourself become distracted by an unexpected event." Before she could register the attack Auron had slammed his knee into her stomach causing her to double over. Following up he yanked the weapon free from her hands before bringing his elbow down into her back sending her to the ground. Auron took several steps away from her as she began picking herself back up, he glanced at the aura board. His was sitting comfortably at one hundred percent while Blake's had taken a nice hit just now bringing her down to sixty.

Auron looked over to Blake who was now back on her feet. "You must never leave yourself open when your enemy is as close as I was just then, no matter how shocking their actions may be." Auron then tossed the girl her weapon which she caught. "Now come at me again."

With Sephiroth

Sephiroth smiled as he watched his partner and Blake fight, he knew Auron wouldn't go to hard on her and from what he was seeing he was right. He was even giving solid advice as they went on.

"He's really good." He heard Weiss say as she took a seat next to him.

Sephiroth grinned. "Yes he is, though how good still remains to be seen." He turned to his twin. "He's like me." Weiss's eyes widened a bit as she looked back to the man in the ring with her teammate. He and Weiss hadn't really had a lot of time to talk over the past few days do to their busy schedules being packed, sure they ate lunch together but their teams were always present so they couldn't speak as freely. "So, I've heard your getting along better with your team leader. That's good to hear." He gave a grin to her causing her face to become slightly red before she punched him in the shoulder making him chuckle.

"Shut up, It's not like that. Besides, I doubt she would ever feel the same, I mean we're both girls." She said the last part so quietly that even Sephiroth could barely make it out.

Sephiroth smiled and put his hand on his sisters shoulder. "I know I'm not exactly an expert in this area, but I do know you'll never know unless you ask. I'm not saying do it today, become her friend, but at some point you will need to face your feelings." He replied in a hushed tone, he knew this was something that his sister wanted to keep private and he didn't want to embarrass her.

Weiss nodded as she played with her hands in her lap. "We haven't really got to talk a lot since we arrived here and we didn't see each other at all for over a week before that. This Saturday you want to go into Vale together and explore?" She asked regaining her smile. Sephiroth cringed slightly at the request knowing how this would play out. "What?" Weiss raised an eyebrow.

Sephiroth scratched his head with a weak smile. "I've actually got a date on Saturday." He chuckled slightly.

Weiss gained a frown and crossed her arms. "Who?" She demanded as she glared at him for not telling her sooner, even if he had only just asked Blake out minutes before. Sephiroth looked towards the ring where Auron was sidestepping out of the path of several shots from Blake. Weiss followed his gaze to Blake. "Blake? Well I guess that shouldn't be a huge surprise, you two did spend a week together alone in a hotel pent house." Weiss leaned back into her chair.

Sephiroth was actually shocked. "How did you find out about that?"

"I didn't, but you just told me." She surprised her brother again causing him to laugh.

"I'm sure I don't have to tell you we didn't do anything inappropriate." He assured his twin.

"I know, your not the type to rush into these kinds of things." She nodded. "However I will say this, she and I are gonna have a long chat about this."

Sephiroth sighed and put his face into his hands. "There's no talking you out of this is there?"

Weiss smiled at his defeated tone. "It's either this or I call mother and let her know that you share a hotel room with a girl for a week alone." Hearing this made Sephiroth's blood run cold and a look of pure fear appear on his face. "That's what I thought."

Elsewhere

An armored man stood before the life pod of the current fall maiden, his hand held out touching the glass as he watched the subtle rise and fall of her breathing. "How long can she stay like this?" He asked never looking away from the womans face.

Ozpin who was standing several feet away had a solemn look on his face. "We don't know, but we estimate two years max. One can only go so long with such a damaged aura." He answered the question while leaving out his trademark crypticness, the man he was speaking two was not one to be toyed with, especially not now. "I understand your pain my friend, but we need to start thinking about finding her a succ-"

"Please don't finish that sentence Cid, it won't end well for either of us." He cut the headmaster off as he flared his aura. "I'm going to find the bitch responsible for hurting my love, and I'm going to send her to pass my judgement upon her. I know that might not save Amber, but she deserves justice." His aura flared even further causing a weight to appear on Ozpin's shoulders and caused him to sweat lightly. The man turned to the headmaster and walked past him towards the elevator. "And justice she will have, even if I must tear this world apart to do it. Now take me to these two men."

Port's class

Sephiroth sat staring at the page of the book in front of him doing his best to ignore all the outside distraction trying to grab his attention. To his right was his napping partner Auron who was snoring lightly with his head leaned back. To his left was a certain orange haired team leader who insisted on talking to his teammates for the majority of the class. The final distraction was the teacher who was rambling on and on about how to properly use dust as a weapon and a story about his personal use of the substance. Normally Sephiroth would be paying closer attention to the lesson but when it came to dust his family were the best of the best.

The Schnee's were the juggernauts of the dust trade and had been for generations, he knew this topic back and forth. "Hey Schnee, what are you reading?" He heard from next to him and looked over to see the leader of team CRDL looking over at his book.

While Sephiroth had to admit he found the boy to be a brute and a bully as well as a racist, he would give him credit for being aware of those superior to himself. Sephiroth had found most pleasantly that the team of boys who were quickly becoming notorious bullies and trouble makers, gave him a good deal more respect than most others. If he had to guess why then it was probably because their leader remembered how he bested him during the Mistral tournament years ago as well as his performance during his match with Pyrrha.

Ironically, bullies operated in a similar to a pack of dogs, the one whose strongest is king and all the others fall in line. On that day years ago Sephiroth proved his position at the top of the food chain and not even Cardin was stupid enough to try and challenge him. "It's an epic poem named Loveless, why do you ask?"

The bully just shrugged and sat back. "Just board, I know everything Port is teaching already. My family is also in the dust trade." Sephiroth raised an eyebrow as he thought back for a moment before remembering that the Winchester family were a rather famous family known for their famous weapon designs and incorporation of dust into their weapons, most famously the extremely reliable Winchester rifle. "Well more the arms trade but we deal with dust a lot."

Sephiroth nodded, there was no malice in the boys voice nor anything that sounded like he thought he was better. After thinking it over for a few moments Sephiroth closed his book and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. After scribbling down a few things he handed the paper to the bully. "Bring your team to the arena tonight at ten, bring your weapons and gear, here's my scroll number. Please only use it for emergencies." He told the boy causing him to become suspicious.

"Why?" He asked as his team were all still messing around and hadn't caught on to their conversation.

"Think of this as a second chance Winchester, come or don't come. I can't guarantee you'll enjoy yourself if you do, but I can promise you'll walk away different." He spoke cryptically while looking to the front of the class as the door opened and Ozpin stepped in getting Port's attention.

Ozpin whispered something into the large teachers ear before getting a nod. "Well class it would seem that we are lucky enough to have a very famous guest speaker today." As he said the a tall man encased head to toe in metal plated armor and a tattered black cape entered instantly gaining wide eyes from every student.

No hunter in training on the planet wouldn't recognize the man figure before them, a living legend, Gabranth the Executioner. He was one of the most famous Huntsmen alive as well as one of the most highly decorated, revered, and feared men on Remnant. "Please, I don't believe an introduction is necessary Peter." Raising his hands he lifted his helmet off his head and set it on Port's desk before turning to the class. "So this is the next generation of hunter's." He looked over the faces of all of the students only pausing momentarily on Sephiroth and Auron before continuing.

As he looked at the looks on all the children's faces he frowned, they all had looks of admiration and respect. "The future is looking rather bleak." He spoke causing several of the students smiles to falter. "How many of you decided to become a hunter after hearing stories of epic battles or romantic adventures? How many want to become hunters because you think it will be fun and 'cool'? How many want to be a hunter to become a hero or make a difference in the world?" He asked each of these questions very seriously as he watched for hands. More than three quarters of the class raised a hand answering one of the three questions causing his frown to deepen.

"All of you who raised your hand, do yourselves a favor and drop out now." His words hit the students like a freight train shocking almost all of them. Port frowned and was about to say something when Ozpin placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. "The life of a hunter is nothing like the stories your parents told you before bed, being a hunter is not a game. Just becoming a hunter will not give you the power to change the world for the better, in fact it won't really give you the power to change anything. I've met countless huntsmen and huntresses who spoke of hoping to change the world, ending discrimination, pushing back the grimm. Nearly all of them are dead now, I doubt any of you would recognize any of their names if I started listing them off. That however is what it means to be a hunters. We are not hero's, we are living shields who stand between our cities and the monsters that lurk outside, we fight and we die, then we are forgotten."

Gabranth's frown lessened as he saw the students faces changing to ones of horror, denial, and anger. He wanted these kids to know the truth, he could care less how they felt about him but they needed to hear this. "Everyone of you would do well to remember this, if you want to survive as a hunter, be ready to accept the pain that comes with it." He then turned to Port and nodded before grabbing his helmet and putting it back on and walking out. Just before he left however he pulsed his aura.

While nobody else noticed the pulse Sephiroth and Auron felt it very clearly and understood the message, they needed to have words. "I think that will wrap today's class up, don't forget to..." Sephiroth tuned Port out as he turned to a now fully awake Auron who just nodded and stood up before walking towards the exit along with the rest of the class.

To be completely honest I'm still feeling a bit sick so forgive me if this didn't come out as well as it could have. Anyway I hope you all liked it and I apologize for the delay. Also Gabranth is the last FF character for the foreseeable future I promise. Leave me a review and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.