Saturday – the day of training for me and Alex. We would usually spar against each other since we were the only people we knew that were our age and that actually hunted. We would quickly grow accustomed to each other techniques which would mean we could "constructively" criticize each other's strategy. We also treated this as a competition where we would have to forge a basic melee weapon and see who could last the longest without getting battered up. Weapons that I made tended to be "big blow" weapons; I just loved the idea of a weapon being able to quickly end something. However, today I decided to forge two light short swords, one I equipped normally and the other was in reverse, just like my father used to do. This session we were allowed to use our semblances, this was useless for me since I hadn't forged my weapons with dust meaning they wouldn't turn invisible with me. Alex however made a spear; this was an entirely new idea to the both of us and was actually quite interesting.
We had reached a stalemate where if I tried to advance she prodded me and if she tried to advance I would deflect and counter. Alex throws down her spear and leaped into the air, which I instantly lowered my stance and defend. No matter how well I tried she still managed to hit me with several of her stun bolts. I wasn't really stunned but more so laughing because her bolts would tickle me to an extreme measure. As she landed she ran towards the sound of me helplessly laughing and committed to a rugby tackle. She shoved me over and landed with her head on my chest. We were both fine as we were practically senseless to pain, the spongy grass helped too. Our sparing had gone on for long enough and we used this moment as a time to rest. I felt so relaxed in this time, more so than when I rest after a day's hunting.
As time the time passed Alex had rolled off my chest and huddled besides me, in silence, we knew each other for so long there was nothing new to really talk about, we also didn't have many interactions with other people so that also was no conversation starter. I guess we are fine just being in each other's company – I know I love it.
I suddenly rose from my back.
"What is it?" Alex enquired.
"Footsteps" I quickly hushed.
Alex rose as quickly as I did and as she does so several figure show from the trees. The sun was in my eyes so I couldn't make out any of the figures, all I could tell is there were three of them, I quickly extend my hidden blade behind my back, just in case they decided to attack us, Alex took the hint and picked up the two swords that lay beside us when we were relaxing.
"No need to be alarmed!" the male voice rises from the figures as one of them raise their left hand.
I could now make out who the three figures were; one the butcher who still had his arm raised. the second, and a middle aged man with tinted glasses who wore green and black clothing holding a cane. The third, a much bulkier man than even the butcher, he wore a suit that of which only someone with a lot of Lien would wear. I retract my blade as Alex threw the two swords into the ground in such a way that they stabbed into the springy grass below our feet.
"Should you be treating your weapons that way young lady?" the bulky man enquired.
"I recently made them just for sparing" I intrude "they are nothing compared to our real weapons" I continued.
"That's impressive, never the less you should treat all weapons with respect" the man wearing glasses replies "whether they are yours, temporary or someone else's they are still useful".
Alex had un-surprisingly said nothing in this time; I did however notice the increased rate of her breathing. Either she was exceptionally excited or just as scared.
"I am Zayne and this is Alex" I explain as they take their final steps towards us.
"I assume you have little idea of who we are" the man wearing glasses gently replied "I am Professor Ozpin and this is my colleague General Ironwood".
"Hello" Alex introduces as I spun my head around to look towards her, in amazement that she actually said something. I guess she was excited.
The professor smiles "Hello... I am the head master of Beacon academy, The butcher had just told us about you two and how you've lived out here fending from Grimm" he explained, as he maintained his calm tone "I hear that you pair know little about Beacon, however if you can take time out of your day I would be more than delighted to explain what Beacon aims to achieve". He gave us time to gather our items and led us away from where we trained, into the walls.
As I entered the walls for the first time I felt truly safe. I never knew how peaceful it was within the walls, I always thought that the world was in anarchy and that the protection of the walls was an illusion to protect the weakened. It also smelt so different from outside the walls; it was a lot less damp and had a variation of fragrances down to where we were. Down one street there was a noticeable smell indescribably fresh fruit and vegetables, the other welcomed us with the smell of pastries, bread, cakes and confectionaries. However, as we passed on ally way there was a distinct smell, it was so bitter and putrid to the nose that I felt wheezy, yet that smell seemed to be the most addictive.
The butcher stopped when we passed his store and wished us the best of luck, as he left the distinct smell of cooking meats wafted past us, quite frankly it smelled better than any of the food I had at home if we did decide to move on to beacon. We reached a place to eat, the General headed inside the store whilst the Professor sat us down outside the restaurant to explain what beacon was.
After Professor Ozpin finished explaining what beacon was the General came out of the store with two plates and two cups, one cup he gave to the professor and the plates he gave to us. On the plate was a brown eighth of what look like a three layered cake, a thin solid part on top, a thicker creamy part in the middle and a crumbly bottom part. I crack the top layer with a fork, scooping up the second layer in the process, lifted the fork to my mouth and bit the portion that lay on the fork. An intense burst of flavours rushed into my mouth, they were so sweet and coco like. I then crunched the top layer to find a sticky caramel slice that rested inside, between the chocolate sheets.
I look towards the professor and general in gratitude, to which they return a smile. I guzzled the rest of the chocolate gateau in a matter of seconds, only to leave the third layer of it still on the plate. I wondered what surprises lay in this layer; I scoop up a large amount onto the fork and covered my mouth around the fork. All I could say was that I was disappointed. It was bland and crunchy, not too crunchy I will give it that - I guess it had to been enjoyed with the rest of the treat.
"Sooo that's really how we met professor Ozpin and got into the academy" I told the blonde haired boy as Alex rests on my shoulder, I'm surprised he could hear the last part of the story since an announcement had just gone off.
"Wow!" he exclaims "so you didn't have to take a test to see if you were good enough?"
"Oh yeah, but it was probably different from the one you took"
"Guess so" he realises as his body posture calms down "hey where's the nearest bathroom?"
"That way, I think" as I point towards a doorway that led to the viewing deck of the colossal craft that glides across the skyline of the city.
"Oh god" he sighs "I'm not good with motion... anyway, wish me luck" he exclaims as he gets up.
"Good luck?" I reply.
As he leaves the doorway I hear the faint sounds of gulping someone being sick. He must've looked out of the windows I thought to myself.
"Who was he again" Alex yawns.
"Jaune... I think" I gently reply, smoothing her hair.