Day One

*Wow. Holy shit. This got such a response, it blew me away. Within the first 3 hours of being published, this story got more review, favorites, and follows than my other RWBY story got in a week.

Thank you. Also, let's pretend Puerto Rico exists in this instance. Just pretend. Use that imagination.

Yang was the first up and about.

"We get to train with them! Come on guys, wake up!" she yelled, shaking the others awake. They slashed and clawed at her.

"Just 5 more minutes, Yang?"

"Awww, come on Yang, just a little?"

"Fuck you Yang! Let us sleep!" These were the words that came out the tired girls. Yang shook her head.

"Sleep is for wimps. We don't wanna be late!" She said, now pulling covers off of their beds. The girls grudgingly got out of bed, and got changed.

"Where is it, anyway?" asked Weiss, getting her skirt on. Yang pouted.

"Not sure," she said, looking through the schedule. "Oh. It's on the practice fields."

Blake groaned. "Those are so far! Oh my goodness..." She complained. Yang ignored her.

"Okay, Team, now that we're all ready, let us go!" She said, pointing out the door. They stepped out and began walking down the hall.

"Why isn't anyone up yet?" Weiss asked, looking around at the empty hallway. She looked down at her watch and was immediately filled with fury.

"It's 6:30 you dunce! Were an hour and a half early!" She said, her face turning red.

Yang shook her head. "Yeah, but they got up at 6:00 and headed towards the field." She pointed out, gesturing towards The Achieve Men's dorm.

Blake raised her eyebrow.

"Were you…. Watching them?" she asked suspiciously. Yang became defensive.

"No! Why would I do that?" She said, blushing furiously. Weiss stomped her foot in frustration.

"I guess we should head down anyway… Seeing as we're already changed and awake!" She said through gritted teeth. Yang hung her head, and they began to walk. Ruby was, surprisingly, also mad at Yang.

"Come on, Yang! Are you serious?" She yelled as Team RWBY walked out into the courtyard. "I was having quite the dream! Then you messed it up…" She said, getting mad.

Yang laughed.

"Yeah, I heard you saying something like: Michael… Michael…" She retorted. "Whatever, lay off, ok? I'm sorry."

Ruby blushed. "I will not lay off! I do not like Michael!" She said, becoming redder and redder by the moment. Weiss stopped the two.

"Look, we're here." She said, pointing at the fields. The six men sat there, setting up what looked like a course. Yang called out to them.

" Hey!" They all turned around to look who had called them. As soon as they lay eyes on Yang, they became angry.

"What are you doing here? It's really fucking early!" Geoff said. Yang shrugged it off.

"We just didn't see the time. What are you guys building?" She said, surprisingly keeping her cool.

The strange man named Ryan answered. "We're building a course for you guys. See which one of you guys suck and which ones don't." He said. Weiss noticed something as he spoke. He had a cage hanging off his belt.
"Uhmm… Why do you a mini-moo in a cage?" She asked. Ryan suddenly looked up, fire in his eyes.

"Why do you ask?" He replied, a mad look on his face. Weiss shook her head.

"No... never mind." She said, not wanting to get on his bad side. Ryan still didn't back off.

"You got a problem with Edgar?" He asked. Ray, seeing the two arguing, got in between. He faced Ryan.

"Ryan, come on, she didn't mean to encroach on your-" He started. Ryan pushed him aside.

"You don't understand. Edgar's the one in the cage. Not me! I am not mad!" He said, getting closer to Weiss. She felt like crying. She had never been embarrassed like this. Ray again tried to interfere. This time it worked, and Ryan backed off, but with a threat.

"You watch it, princess." He said with a dirty look on his face. Yang chuckled to herself. Weiss looked at her.
"What's so funny? That man is deranged!" She whispered to her. Yang shook her head.

"You see the symbol on his shoulder?" She said, pointing at his badge. Weiss nodded. "It's a crown. He didn't get the nickname The Mad King from nowhere." Weiss nodded, now realizing.

"Why is he mad?" She asked.

Yang sighed. "No one knows. Many think it's ever since he had his kid, Pubert. No one knows for sure, though. I think it's ever since he joined The Achieve Men. The things he's seen…." She said, trailing her sentence. Weiss opened her mouth, but was interrupted by Michael.

"I don't even know what to say, Gavin! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!" He yelled, pointing at a target that seemed to be lodged together with a javelin. "This is crazy! Get the fuck out of here!"

Weiss sighed. She did not like all the yelling. "Can we help in any way?" she asked. Michael turned around.

"Yeah, just sit down." He told her. Weiss complied.

"Ok..." She said, taking a seat. The rest of the girls followed, and promptly took seats on the grass. They watched for a whole hour as they set up the course. By the time the class had arrived, they still hadn't finished.

"This is your fault Gavin!" Ray said. The rest of the group nodded and gave their remarks of agreement.

"I'm sorry, guys, I just…" Gavin started, but was stopped by Geoff.

"Just shut the fuck up, dude."

Gavin complied and shut his trap, letting the others do all the work, while he sat by and didn't mess anything up. The whole class was settled when they finally finished the huge course they set up. Ray, wiping dust off his hands, got up to explain the course.

"Depending on your weapon, we'll assign you to different courses, and you will be assessed on how much you suck." He said. "Also, bonus points for any Puerto Ricans." He added. A faint 'Yes!' could be heard from the crowd. And so the categorizing began. Ranged weapons, like guns, were sent to Geoff's little section, which compromised of moving virtua-targets. Swords and anything close range, like Crescent Rose, were sent to Michael's course, a row of cheap, fragile practice dummies. People with bows were sent to Gavin's course, a surprisingly elaborate course with moving targets, and even a fan to simulate wind resistance. Anybody who used their fists, like Yang, were sent to Jack's course, a couple punching bags and such. Ray was in charge of the course for explosions, such as Nora's grenade launcher. He simply had a fenced in area with nothing to practice on except the field. Apparently, due to the school's racism, he was not given supplies. Ryan's course was one where people who used their semblance as a weapon were tested. He had a wide assortment of test dummies and targets laid out.

The first group up to demonstrate was Ray's troop of 3 people. Nora and two faceless, nameless people.

They gathered in a huddle. He looked around at his people.

"Ok, guys, we got this. Red-hair, you seem to be the only normal one, so you go and kick ass. You guys," He said, looking at the others, "Just do whatever. Okay. On three, blaze. One… two… three!" In unison, the group yelled "BLAZE!" and headed off onto the plain track. Ray turned around to face the crowd.

"First up, red-head!" He said, pointing at Nora. Nora smiled. "Yeah!" She said enthusiastically. Geoff jeered.

"What will she practice *burp* on?!" He asked, laughing.

Ray smiled. "HA! That's where I've got you! What did you think I was working on all that time?" He said, dramatically pulling a button out of his pocket. He clicked it, and Geoff was immediately silenced.

"Now, you see, the school supplied me with nothing, those racist bastards, but I had some stuff up my sleeve! Marvel at my creation!" He yelled over the sound of the ground splitting. Out of the uprooted dirt came a two huge buildings.

"My students will destroy this building!" Ray said. "Now, let's blaze!"