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How y'all doing? I'm doing GREAT, since, yknow, this little story i only touch every blue moon somehow managed to reach 100 follows, which is kinda nuts. Seriously, though, thank you, imma love you forever.

With that out of the way, here's the chapter.


In the following days Jaune didn't do any better, walking around the halls with defeat in his eyes, constantly following Cardin and his team, reluctantly doing whatever they asked of him. Tranquility supposed that was a normal reaction, considering everything that happened on the roof.

Still, despite everything, he continued to study, he kept on doing assignments (for himself and Cardin both) and still tried to improve himself despite not actually training much if that book on sword techniques he carried around was any indication. He almost reminded the peacekeeper of the castles and fortresses scattered around Ashfeld; broken, beaten and battered beyond repair, weathering storm after storm, war after war, and yet somehow still standing, refusing to fall.

If Jaune arc had truly given up, he would have left Beacon a long, long time ago.

Tranquility couldn't help the ugly feeling that bubbled up in her throat whenever she thought about that. She had no idea why that happened, but knew that she didn't like it, it was like suddenly feeling needles stab through her heart.

It was an awful feeling she just wished would go away, though that left her with only one other thing for her mind to focus on, a much more troubling question, and much more hurtful.

Not a second passed after her mind decided to return to that question had her eyes threatened to spill out tears. She bit her lip underneath the metal mask and tugged her hood down, walking down the hall towards dorm room 1313 at a faster pace than before and quietly slipping in once there, walking straight towards her bed and laying down on it, only allowing herself to cry when she removed her mask.

Everyone else had adapted to Remnant, finding new pastimes and passions. Some played music, others became fascinated by technology, a handful more took to the simpler things like playing games or reading. Torbjorn had found a love for cooking, spending every morning in the kitchen, always eager to try new recipes, and she had also noticed that the warden, Thorne, had been looking more at his scroll as of late. Frea ran around campus every morning without fail, the shaolin, Bai, liked to read books about medicine, Ishikawa, the kensei, had found a new hobby in the form of playing the flute. Even Alistair, who was perhaps the most serious of the warriors, seemed to have found a purpose in training Virgil and the occasional knitting, the latter being something the man tried (and failed) to keep secret.

And then there was her, no purpose, incapable of understanding even herself, a puppet with no strings. She spent most of her time here, staring out the window or reading on whatever happened to be the subject of her curiosity at the time. She was never meant for this kind of peacefulness, no one taught her how to blend in with other people, how to react, how to deal with all the emotions she'd been feeling as of late, emotions she couldn't fully understand.

While others learned new things, while others found new hobbies and passions, Tranquility was trying to understand what she was, who she was. The peacekeeper was being left behind, and for once, she understood exactly what that made her feel: sadness.

A girl with no name, with no family and no friends, no one to love or be loved by. Under the mask she was no one but an ugly, broken woman, something less than human. She was a tool without a purpose, and that made her wonder about one thing:

What happens to the hammer when there are no more nails?

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For Aquila, life had taken a turn for the better. The first few days had been strange, getting used to Remnant as a whole, but after that? It was everything he wanted and more. Every day he woke up at 6 and prayed to God, to ask him to watch over his family until he could join them.

That thought still stung, although not as harshly as it did before. It was still saddening to think that out of the three Argentite siblings it was him, the oldest, who still lived. Still, the old black prior would carry that pain with him, and use it to fuel his every action.

He had also taken to reading a lot, spending most of his free time in the library simply enjoying the calm atmosphere of the place. Though he had been growing weary as of late, directionless. And so that was the reason why today he found himself walking through the halls to the one place every one of the heroes had become so accustomed to.

Silently, he stepped inside the elevator and pressed the button to the headmaster's office, patiently waiting for the metallic box to make its way up and stepping out once he heard that familiar ding.

Upon hearing the sound of the elevator doors opening, professor Ozpin looked up from his desk to regard him with curiosity. "Ah, Aquila, this is quite the unexpected visit," he said while gesturing to a nearby chair. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The old black prior sat down and sighed. "To my inability to stay still for too long."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

He took a moment to consider his words. Aquila was a very straightforward man when it came to saying exactly what he thought, never mincing his words when expressing his point of view on whatever the subject may be. In contrast, he wasn't the best at explaining his feelings to others, often blanking on what to say or giving others the wrong idea. "This place, Remnant, i mean." he began after a solid minute of silence, speaking slowly. "It's everything I fought for back on Heathmoor, It's why warriors like me, why my brother and sister gave up their lives."

"And now that you finally have it you don't know what to do with it." The headmaster concluded, much to the black prior's surprise. "It is a plight that many huntsmen have faced, and one that I've seen all too often." He leaned forward, resting his elbows upon his desk and linking his hands together below his chin. "Finding a new purpose is never easy, especially for one as old as yourself."

Aquila crossed his arms and closed his eyes, nodding slowly. "I am at the end of my life, I can feel it." he sighed. "Ever since arriving at Beacon I have found a love for books, I could never get tired of reading your literature, of getting lost in the worlds between the pages. And yet every time I think about spending my final days like that… it doesn't feel right."

Ozpin nodded in understanding with a small smile. "And now you came to me. What do you have in mind, exactly?"

He opened his eyes and sighed, cracking his neck. "In my youth, I wished to become a lorekeeper, a scholar that made sure the history of Heathmoor and its people was not lost like it once was. I never had the opportunity to study under them, but now that I'm here in Remnant, I see their essence within your teachers; showing the young how things were, how things are and what they could be. I want that for my final years, I want to share what experience I have with the young warriors I see around me."

"You want to be a teacher in Beacon?" headmaster Ozpin asked, to which Aquila nodded, the man's smile widened in return. "Well, I suppose Glynda would appreciate the help in combat lessons."

With that said. Ozpin stood up and extended a hand which the old black prior grasped firmly in his own as he also stood up from his seat. In his life, he had fought and lost in the name of peace, lost many friends, lost his family, lost his home, his eagerness and ego. Always one more fight to finish, one more enemy to hate, one more loved one to mourn. He was a dull old blade that refused to be broken, always trusting his faith in God to help him push forward, past the corpses and graves.

"Welcome to Beacon, professor Argentite." Ozpin said as he shook hands with him.

Now he was more than that, now he had one last purpose, away from all the fighting. It may not be the most glorious end to a life, but it was everything he wanted and more, it was something he chose, and it was perfect.

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Team RWBY usually expected the day to go smoothly, following a nice, simple routine. So imagine their surprise when they entered the combat arena for class only to see professor Goodwitch standing next to a really, and she meant REALLY old man.

"So, does anyone know who the old timer is?" Yang asked, to which her teammates shook their heads.

"No idea, but he has a sword and shield," Ruby said while scratching the side of her head. "Wait, sword and shield?" she squeaked and gasped excitedly, practically bouncing in her chair. "Is he a huntsman?!"

"He has to be if he's in Beacon and openly carrying a weapon." Blake said with a small shrug. "The better question would be why is he here?"

Just then, as if to answer Blake's question, professor Goodwitch stepped up and began to speak. "Students, before we begin with today's class, I'd like you to meet our new member of the faculty: professor Aquila Argentite."

The room suddenly filled with murmurs and hushed voices, speculating and questioning, some excited but mostly skeptical or dismissive in nature, which Ruby thought to be kinda rude. One didn't just become a professor, nevermind a combat teacher in beacon by just being good. He had to be one of the very best fighters out there! That's what she thought, at least.

"Riiight, and I'm the queen of Vacuo," Yang said skeptically, which earned a hiss and an elbow from Weiss. "What? Look at him! Those old bones couldn't defeat a glass of warm milk let alone an ursa or beowolf!"

"Not every fighting style revolves around muscles, Yang," the heiress said with a glare aimed directly at the blonde. "Though I must admit, he is rather old for a huntsman."

"Fear the old man in a profession where men die young," Blake said as calmly as usual. "Experience comes with age, he could teach us a lot. He must be one of the best huntsmen if he was allowed to teach at Beacon." Blake said exactly what ruby had been thinking of, though she also had another, much darker thought.

"I just hope that he's not like Port…" Ruby added with a shudder. One could only go through so many "lectures" before falling into the deep dark pit that was insanity, and she was tittering right at the edge.

The rest of her team seemed to agree, as they also shuddered at the mere thought of a second professor Port. "Let's not think about that…" Blake said.

Professor Argentite sighed upon hearing the murmurs and began to speak. "I know many of you question whether an old warrior like me can teach anything of value, but rest assured that I am more than capable of showing you how to fight." his voice carried weight, it reminded Ruby of whenever dad or uncle Qrow trained her and Yang. It demanded attention and respect.

"But CAN you fight, old man?!" a very recognizably annoying voice spoke up. Cardin Winchester.

Professor Argentite hummed as he looked at Cardin, then snorted. "I can, can you?"

Cardin clenched his fist, pride clearly hurt. "I could beat almost everyone in this room, including you!"

The two professors shared a look, a silent conversation between the two, in the end, Glynda nodded and Aquila sighed, taking his kite shield from his back and unsheathing his sword. "Prove it then. If words cannot prove my ability, actions will. Show me your skill, boy."

Cardin growled under his breath and got up from his seat, marching towards the arena, dragging his weapon behind him. The new teacher did the same, though in a noticeably calmer way, simply walking down to the arena while he strapped his shield to his arm, his face betraying no emotion.

"Prepare to bite the dust, old man." Cardin said cockily, twirling his mace once and raising it over his shoulder in a wrath stance.

He didn't answer, and instead, he just stood there, shield not even covering his body, sword pointed down and no apparent footwork. Yet despite the apparent lack of readiness, he had this aura about him, like an unmovable fortress. Ruby couldn't help but be intrigued by it.

"Oh? This will be interesting." Yang seemed to have noticed as well, judging by the smile on her lips.

Ruby couldn't have agreed more.

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Jaune watched attentively as Glynda raised her arm. Cardin tensed, the professor did not. "Begin!"

Cardin rushed forward as soon as those words left Goodwitch's lips, striking down from his right, and aiming for the old man's head. He raised his shield to block but the strike was strong enough to make him stumble to the side. He was now in a low stance, holding his shield in front to protect as much of his body as he could.

Cardin laughed and continued to attack, grinning cockily as each strike made the old warrior stumble dramatically. "What was what you said about skill?!" he raised his mace high above his head for what would surely be a devastating strike.

He didn't answer and instead narrowed his eyes at his opponent, and then, it happened. One moment, Cardin was swinging his mace down, the next, he was sailing through the air as he was flipped by the older warrior. "Ad profundis!" he shouted as he let Cardin fall to the floor and immediately followed with a slash that drained a good portion of his aura. He wasn't done yet though as he didn't even give Cardin enough time to fully get up before the professor slammed his shield on his jaw and followed by a quick slash, which he followed by going low and bringing his sword back for what was, to everyone looking, a very telegraphed slash.

He raised his mace to block, too focused on the slash to notice the professor suddenly rushing forward with his shield. "Sindon cadit!" He hit his opponent straight in the chest and stabbed him in the abdomen, then hit him in the sternum with one of the edges of his shield, sending him stumbling backwards.

Cardin gripped his chest in pain after regaining his footing, growling before rushing forwards again, only to get flipped. He landed on his stomach with a grunt and tried to get back up, only to be pushed down by the professor stabbing down his kite shield into his back, then stabbing him in the back of the neck with his sword. His aura crackled, in the red.

"Decent at best, amateurish at worst," Professor Argentite said as he stepped off Cardin, sheathing his sword and unstrapping his shield from his arm to place it on his back. He kept talking after that but Jaune didn't pay attention, too astonished to do so.

Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds was all it took for him to win against the guy Jaune couldn't even beat in his dreams. "I wish I could do that…" he muttered to himself in awe.

He really wished he could.


I know, i know, Story progress is slow but i honostly prefer this since it gives me time to get you familiar with some characters, but let me know if you don't like it and i'll see what i can do to move things along, ye? So anyways, homeboy Jaune is depressed and surprise! 80 year old black prior is now a teacher.

As always, reviews, opinions and bashing is welcome, see ya next time, folks!

P.S: here's something extra, i did it just for you.


Omake: A warrior's best friend (Not canon).

"Ad profundis!" He shouted as he flipped Cadin Winchester over his head, tossing him out of the arena. The boy screamed in terror as he suddenly felt himself falling, finally shutting up as he hit the ground with a mix of both a clang and a crack. Aquila turned to look at the other students. "Now remember children, a warrior's best friend is a ledge."

"But it's dishonorable!"

"You." He pointed at the student. "Silence. whenever you're fighting an enemy, your first course of action should always be ledge them!"

"But what if thre's not a ledge nearby?"

"Then you run like a little bitch until you find one! There's always a ledge somewhere!" he sighed and shook his head. "The best way to get rid of an opponent is to ledge them."

"I can't feel my legs..." Cardin winchester moaned from his place on the floor.

he turned to look at him. "Exactly."