Chapter 20: Crafting your own course

AN: Man, you guys are really humble, I would love it if you give me more reviews that talk about the things you like and dislike in my writings, no need to be shy. I can take criticism. Because not seeing them is kind of nerve-wracking, makes me feel like I might blow it all up by flopping with the next chapter not knowing what might be wrong with my writing.

Or if you guys are still too shy to post your opinion here in the open, you can DM me either here on FF, or contact me in Discord. My Discord username is EXRB#5848 (I'm getting desperate for feedback.)

triscythe59: Sorry buddy, but as I stated in the summary, no Mario, Mario would not show up in this story, he'll get plenty of due cameos as deserved. From the very beginning when I came up with this crossover, I've decided to focus entirely on Bowser Kingdom and he'll have no physical appearance. That this is an RWBY and Mario crossover but without "Mario". My reason is that I believe that he'll end up stealing all the spotlights from the Mario baddies and make the general plot unnecessarily difficult, and his yahoo-wahoo nature will tone down the serious nature of RWBY, this is a story about the Antagonistic group of support & background characters of Mario's getting their chance to shine.

Don't get me wrong, Mario is Mr. Videogam, the No. 1 Super Star, the legendary Jumpman, and the franchise staple. Besides, we already have Bowser being the spotlight stealer in this story, we don't need a second one.

But just to satisfy you, your request DID make me come up with a new plan to utilize "Mario" in this crossover, but it will not be happening till much much later. But here is your only hint: something movie scale relates.

(2023/08/24) And, in light of the recent announcement, Charles Martinet is finally retiring from Voicing Mario Games after 27 years of journey, our jovial Yahoo-Wahoo grandpa is catching up on ages, plus the fact that Mario is entering a brand new high of its legacy (After entering the world of Cinema, Mario officially become just as big and influential as Mickey Mouse as a franchise mascot), it is very likely and possible Nintendo had many plans how to handling the Mario IP from now on, the super duper wacky energy of Wonder is enough of a hint.

This hits suddenly and hard, but it is something to be expected, Nothing lasts forever, people get old, and eventually pass away. One day, Charles would leave us, he can't be Mario forever. It is difficult, but that's how reality is, something we all have to face eventually, I supposed none of us were expecting it to come this soon.

I'm a 26-year-old dude since I was born, Charles has been the voice of Mario, and now it has come to an end.

Man, this is getting kind of emotional.

But not all are bad, although some on the internet had been speculating that Charles wasn't involved in "Super Mario Wonder" and "WarioWare Move It!" due to the voice of both Mario and Wario sounding different according to the footage audio present from the last Nintendo Direct. In Mario's case, some don't even realize it immediately until they give it a close listen, which means whoever took over the torch is doing a DAMN FINE job passing on Mr. Martinet's legacy. Whoever it may be, Mario's voice is in good hands, and you bet your money Nintendo will make sure whoever voicing for Luigi, Wario, Waluigi, BB Mario & BB Luigi from now on will put in effort and make an acceptable result.

More importantly, Charles Martinet's last Nintendo voice record is for the Super Mario Bros. Movie, the voice for both Jumpman cameo and the father of Mario. And his last sentence in the movie is "These are my boys!"

You literally couldn't end a legacy on a better note. It's perfect.

Thank you, Mr. Martinet, thank you for this wonderful childhood memory you provided to us. And I look forward to your new journey as the official Mario Ambassador.

Lastly, my final input on this news.

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."

Anyway, teenage School-life sitcom filler arc that is filled with action, comedy, slice-of-life, maybe some romance, and a portion of necessary but controlled drama. People, say it with me like how Mr. Martinet would: "Let's-A-Go!"

"Coo, coo cooo. (There's a lesson to be learned here. You must strive for balance in all things.)"

- Yamamura (Licensed Super Mario Maker course instructor and semi-retired homing pigeon.)

As the bell rang, the newly created SMB101 finally came to an end, many new year freshmen got their unavoidable due of being picked to participate in the simulation. Much to their chagrin and against their will that is.

The crushing defeat of the SDC company's heiress and Mistral's four times Champion Girl made an impactful lasting image, as all students came to understand that their new teacher wasn't fooling around. They mean business, they don't care who you are, they'll whoop your ass alright.

To no one's surprise, many got their ass whooped, save for a select few, their arse was spared from the cruel fate. Jaune Arc happened to be one of them.

"But not for long." -Quote a certain ghost king.

- (Lunch Break) -

In the cafeteria, Team RWBY and JNPR sat together to discuss their opinion on the new teachers as they enjoyed their lunches.

Although you wouldn't exactly call it an enjoyable mood.

"Thank god it's finally over. I thought it would never end." Groaned Jaune as he rested his face on the table, he didn't think he had enough strength left to eat. The suffocating atmosphere and the dreading of his impending doom had drained both his courage and strength.

"Man, this isn't how I imagined my first day in Beacon would go." Sighed Yang as she stirred her plate of curry unenthusiastically.

"Well, a least you got acknowledged by Prof. Kuri, that counts as something, riiiight?" Ruby cheered with much uncertainty and confusion.

Referring to the first good news of today, her sister managed to score herself the placement in the better-performing group among the whole class. Yang was pitted against Goomboss, of all the luck and possible matches.

And as one might expect, the two simply duke it out in pure brawl fashion. Just two angry brawlers throwing punches and see who goes down first, with Yang's double edge retaliating Semblance and Goomboss' self-strengthening buff competing to see which one is superior.

Unfortunately for the blonde brawler, since Semblance drains on Aura in order to activate the power, plus the hidden fact that Goomboss' power isn't Semblance but magic, Yang ran out of juice and eventually exhausted herself first, but not without successfully dealing some damage to the instructor, as she knocked a tooth out from Goomboss' mouth with a nasty punch (with the man brushes it off casually and saying that it'll grow back). To Yang's surprise, although failed, her little feat earns the blonde an acknowledgment from the old man instead of his wrath, as the man for whatever reason took a liking to her.

"Hey. As long as they give me a good grade, you don't hear me complaining." Shrugged the blondie.

"I don't think taking the teacher's recognition for granted is a wise decision." Across the table, Pyrrha warned.

"Look who's talking, sister, you're 3 extra credits ahead of us." Yang deflects back with a tease. Which made Pyrrha become nervous, fearing that she come off as too strong on her peers.

"I-I mean, it was never my intention to be rewarded by the professors. I mean..."

"Relax, I'm just teasing, no hard feelings, P-money."

"P-money?" Said girl tilting her head in confusion.

"Big money, but you switch big to P, you know, P for Pyrrha."

"Honestly, I'm not quite sure how to feel about that nickname. Although I suppose it is fresh air than being called Champion Girl on a 24/7 basis."

"I can cook you a different nickname if that's what you want."

"Well. The P can also refer to Pumpkin Pete tho." Jaune piped in, throwing his two cents.

Suffice to say, Pyrrha beams at that interpretation.

"P-money it is then!"

Needless to mention, her eagerness and look of happiness didn't go unnoticed by Yang.

"Mmm jus glad tis class is onmly held onmce a weekth. Mwe got so manny essay to whrite." Muffled Nora as she scarfed down a plate of pancakes.

"Nora, don't talk with a full mouth." Berated Ren.

"Sorrim, Rem."

"Sigh."

Ignoring the duo, Yang asked. "Anyway, how did you figure out Prof. Teresa's Semblance?"

It was a fair question, which directed everyone's attention to Pyrrha, eager to get the answer from her.

"Oh, that? It was rather simple, Mr. Teresa's Semblance may come off as intimidating and omnipotent, but it has a really simple shortcoming."

"Ooh? Tell us!" Begged Nora.

"He can't hide his reflection from mirrors or smooth surfaces. His invisibility can't fool reality."

"Wait, really?" Yang query on.

"Not only that, it seems his Semblance couldn't ignore the factor of his own physical matters. You all saw the outline when I created the mist, right?"

"In other words, he's only temporarily invisible, but that doesn't mean his physical form is gone. Huh, that's kinda big for a weakness."

"Assuming you had a mirror right in your possessions when you fought him. One you can conveniently use to expose his location." Comment Weiss, finally decided to join the conversation. The SDC heiress already rejoined the group after being released from the infirmary.

"The ice queen finally decided to warm up to us eh?"

Said queen pinching her nose bridge in mild annoyance. "You and that sense of humor I sware…"

"Relax, Weiss-cream." Said terrific taste of humor shooting her a finger gun.

As expected, Weiss is not amused. "How you even come up with these terrible names is a mystery beyond me."

"Because it shows that I care for my friends? As a teammate, you only get the best of me." Yang rubbed in, winking as she flashed a shit-eating grin.

"Urgh, what was I expecting?" The heiress buried her face in her hands.

"My sister's vile habit aside-" Ruby commented dryly at her sister's antics with stinking eyes, before doing a 180 and switching the topic. "You were amazing back there, Pyrrha, Prof. Teresa was pinning on you the whole time, yet you managed to figure out a weakness in such a short time while going all Wah-ta! Haa-ta!." Ruby beamed in, making kung fu motions and noises as she emphasized.

Pyrrha giggled at Ruby's childish act, before turning bashfully and reaching for her red mane, twirling it with a finger. "Truthfully, I didn't solve that mystery on my own."

"What do you mean?"

"Well… the truth is, Prof. Teresa actually gave me hints in the middle of our battle." She revealed.

"Wait, for real?" Now it was Yang's turn to be baffled.

"Yes… Now that I think about it, it was a tad weird."

"Like super, why would he deliberately hinder himself?"

"I… dunno, maybe he's testing my awareness? Although personally, I think he's trying to show me that even strong individuals like him have their own shortcomings."

"Maybe he just chooses you so he can defeat you in front of everyone." Counter argued Yang. "It sure does a great job to silence any rebellions." Like how Dad and Uncle handle discipline back in Signal, or just the general Uncle Qrow moment when some students got too cocky and rowdy.

"Or maybe he wants to find someone who can challenge him? Or someone who can give him a good fight because he's super strong?" Nora jumped in, cooking up her own theory and conspiracy.

"Hopefully that doesn't mean we have to solve a riddle in the middle of the simulation in every class." Concluded the blondie buxom.

"Given how other professors are, I doubt that's going to be the case." Replied Weiss.

"So that makes Prof. Teresa the only one we have to look out for." Finished Ruby.

Speaking of conversation, there's just one person that's left out. "What do you think, partner?" Yang turned to Blake.

"Either he genuinely wants to test us, looking for an opponent that could give him a good fight, or he just wants to humiliate us." Comment Blake, nibbling on her tuna sandwich as her eyes never left the book she's invested in.

"Ominous." The brawler reacted dryly.

"Well, all the more reason to improve and show him what we're made of, yeah?" Jaune awkwardly invigorates, hoping to improve the mood.

"That's the spirit, Jaune." Only Pyrrha returns the moral support.

"Say, what's the next class?" Nora asked while licking her plate clean.

To answer her curiosity, Ruby pulled out the class schedule. "Let's see, here it says…"

- (Time Skip) -

After the lunch break, and a midday rest, the class of Beacon resumed, and students changed back to their school uniform. Much to a certain Koopa Prince's chagrin, as he hates wearing a tie.

"Ho ho! Welcome to Grimm Study! Children, I'm the teacher and expert of this course, Peter Port. Here, I will pass on this torch of wisdom born from the blood, sweat, and tears of our great warriors and defenders predecessors before us, the known knowledge of Grimms, to you, and in return, with this knowledge, you shall use them to your advantage in your endeavor of Grimm Slaying, and then, in the future, pass this torch down to the next generation." Standing in front of the class in his striding glory, head holding high, mustache polished, Peter Port made his grand introduction to his young pupils.

"Man, I forgot that Old man Port do teaches at Beacon." Comment Yang as she laxly supports her chin with her hand. "Guess we found out which one the "Snooze Time" class is."

"What do you mean?" Curious, Blake inquired.

"Well, since Dad and Uncle graduated from Beacon, some Beacon staff would pay us a visit when they come to Patch on a long holiday break every now and then. So Ruby and I might recognize one or two familiar faces. And, Port right here is one." Her smile then falls. "Although… can't say I look forward to his class."

Hearing this, Jaune turns to the sister team. "Please don't tell me he's super strict like the new staff?"

"Relax, vomit boy, if anything, this is the class you should be at ease the most." The reason being an inside tip from a certain dusty crow.

"And what do you mean by that?" Her arms crossed, Weiss gave the brawler a questioning look.

To respond to the ice queen's curiosity, Yang only gave her a guileful smile. "Now where's the fun in spoiling?"

"Well, just like the old times, yeah?" Ruby quipped.

"Yep."

And needless to mention, Weiss would soon have her answer.

In the very same classroom, the Koopa Family observed the room as they braced themselves for the task at present. Education.

In front of the podium and above the chalkboard, an axe and blunderbuss fusion of a weapon hanging proudly and polished clean, no doubt belongs to the master of the classroom. On the boards, there displayed various species of Grimm sketches, from King Taijitu, Death Stalker, Beowolf, Boarbatusk, Nevermore, and Ursa. Right behind the elderly teacher Peter Port.

"Monsters! Deeeemons... Prowlers of the night! Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names, but I merely refer to them as prey! Ha-ha!" The old man began, drawing out his voice as he lectured, although, in honesty, it sounded more like he was talking to himself than to the students.

"Oh great, he's one of those types." Wendy draws a long sigh as her eye rolls. Listening to lectures is fine, as long as the speaker is doing a decent job. This however isn't.

Turns out, Port is one of those adults, the type that just loves to talk about themselves, their younger days, and how great they are in general.

It's like Lord Bowser on his boasting mood days all over again. Or just Kammy and Ludwig in general.

"Yep, knew this was a mistake from the get-go." Roy echoes the sentiment. "Alright, Ludwig, you're on duty, we'll have to rely on your brilliantness to get the keynotes from the lecture."

"Great, nap time." Yawned Larry.

Yep, the Koopalings immediately decided to give up on the class. It's not worth their efforts. Leave all the nerdy and academic stuff to Ludwig. They'll be fine, they can just borrow notes.

The leader of LLRW sighed as he slapped his forehead at his sibling's disappointing attitude. "At least the kid is enjoying it." Glancing to his side, he found the Koopa Prince was surprisingly, invested in the old man's heroic tale. Cause usually it is impossible for Junior to stand still for even 5 seconds for a lecture. After all, Ludwig knows it best. Being the biggest victim of the prince's impatienceness.

"Let's hope he doesn't find the Grimms boring in about 2 days." But knowing Junior, the kid was the embodiment of 3-minute passion. Today he found something amazing. 24 hours later he couldn't care less what he was fussing about. Both Bowser and Kamek would be the witnesses and victims of such behavior.

At least the Koopa prince puts effort into homework no matter how much he hates it, the kid doesn't like half-effort things.

"Akoopa to that." Answering Ludwig's worry, his siblings prayed.

- (Sometimes later) -

Turns out, despite all his short and flaws, Port was the embodiment of what you would call: "a living experience", Huntsman is a very risky and dangerous occupation, and the dying and crippling ratio is usually high, as all it took was a single bad day. So the chances of seeing an elderly hunter who's still in the line of work are pretty rare. Plus, his understanding of Grimm's habits and tactics was top-notch. But it still doesn't excuse his terrible style of storytelling.

"...In the end, the Beowolf was no match for my sheer tenacity, and I returned to my village with the beast in captivity and my head held high, celebrated as a hero!" The teacher takes a bow as he finishes his glorious tale.

Across the classroom, aside from a certain prince in disguise who had a look of awe, pretty much everyone's minds were absent or somewhere else.

With Team RWBY, Ruby just finished coloring her sketch of "Mr. Poop"; Yang was strolling her scroll looking at the latest edition of biker fashion trend; Blake's eyes never once leave her book; and Weiss is seething in anger like a kettle.

Team JNPR was a little bit better than them, Jaune was trying his best to note down the crucial tactics Port used from his overly redundant and flourished story; Pyrrha helped him add up any point he might have missed; Nora's daydreaming about hunting an Ursa; and Ren was meditating.

The LLRW & BLMI aren't doing better either, aside from Ludwig who's writing notes, and Bowser Junior who actually pays attention to the story and occasionally asks Port the details of his hunting methods; Larry was sleeping soundly; Roy pulled a magazine about the current season of sunglasses and was invested in it; and Wendy is reapplying her lipstick with her makeup mirror; Lemmy was making schedules for his Circus business; Morton was staring absently at the blackboard like a statue; and Iggy already writes down a stack of his own Grimm study essay from the class book.

Although, honesty, it seems the old man was too immersed in his past glory to notice some students' lack of interest.

But apparently, a certain princess in white was all too bothered by it.

"The moral of this story? A true Huntsman must be honorable!"

Lemmy was balancing a whole stack of books on an apple, which is also on a pencil held only by his finger while the other free hand was writing a street performance advertising plan. His stunt earns envious awe from Ruby and Nora, whose attempts at stack tower pale in comparison.

"A true Huntsman must be dependable!"

Larry is dream-talking, apparently dreaming about steaks, lamb chops, and tuna sushi. The last one gets a short reaction from Blake.

"A true Huntsman must be strategic, well-educated, and wise!"

Ruby is not-so-subtly picking her nose, joined by Morton in the same manner.

At this rate, the air around Weiss was getting warmer.

With a swift turn, Port asked. "So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?"

"I DO, sir!" "Oh ME! Pick me!" Simunatiously, both Weiss and Bowser Jr. raised their hand at the same time.

The two looked at each other, followed by a brief awkward silence.

"I'm the first! / I got it first!"

"No you're not! / No you didn't!"

"I raised faster than you! / I was the faster!"

"I've obtained the right first! / Stop stealing my win!"

"Why you little…! / Grrrrr… Win thief!"

The two locked onto each other's eyes as they both shot out an intense eye beam that collided and caused sparks, both sides not giving.

'Oh dear.' Thought Ludwig as he hitched a breath. Just as he feared, like the trouble magnet he is, Lord Junior had seemed to find the first enemy of his school life. And it just has to be the most difficult one to establish a relationship. One that would determine their relationship with the biggest energy resource distributor of Remnant.

"Now this is more like it." Spoke Roy, totally schadenfreude (Yes, he's using big words, thanks to night schools back at home) of the situation. Maybe school ain't that bad. "Owww!" He, of course, received a mean elbow to the rib from Wendy.

The struggling duel of eye spark did not lessen, in fact, it seemed to only get more heated as both sides' hostility grew.

"Oh-OH! It appears that we have some competition here!" Instead of managing the order of class, the teacher watched the ongoing sparks with amusement as he gleefully stated.

Suddenly, the boring class of Grimm study doesn't seem so boring. In a bad way.

"A fierce one, literally, Bahaha!" Laughed Iggy, full of sarcasm as usual. "Oww!" Which earned him a bonk in the head by Lemmy. "Not helping, Pop."

"BEAT WHITE LADY UP, LITTLE BOWSER!" And then Morton decides to add fuel to the flame.

He of course received a headbonk too.

"Well, it always gives me joy to see the new generation so full of energy and eagerness to prove themselves." The teacher looked left and right, eyeing the two as he gaging his choice. "But unfortunate for us, me here only have prepared one slot for the demonstration. So I'm afraid that we must make a tough choice."

"Oh ME! Pick ME!" Jr. immediately put his arm high again, bouncing with excitement.

Of course, what he met was another round of awkward silence, as the whole class sweat dropped at Jr.'s simple innocence and unawareness.

Seeing as everyone was staring at him, he had the decency to add. "Pretty please?"

Few people let out a faint snicker at his purity.

'At least he said please this time.' Thought Ludwig, Lemmy, Roy, and Wendy as they all sweat drop.

Of course, such a childish response did not sit right with the Schnee heiress.

What's more unfortunate, today is just not her day.

"Miss Schnee."

"Yes, Sir?"

"I'm aware that earlier this morning you faced quite a tough challenge from our newest addition, and given that your Aura was shattered, I imagine it currently is still recovering. Although your eagerness was admirable. Sadly, I must refrain you from taking this demonstration. After all, before the knowledge and experiences, your safety is always my top priority, both as an educator, and a Huntsman."

"I… yes… sir." The heiress reclusively obeys the order, not before shooting daggers at the Faunus kid.

The victory Raspberry Jr. is blowing is not helping Weiss' already stinking opinion.

"Don't worry my dear, there will be plenty of chance to in the future, I guarantee." Only after Port made that comment, did Weiss back down into her seat. The Professor then turns to a covered object and proceeds to lift off the cloak, revealing a sealed black box reinforced by iron bars.

"Well, young man, then, let's find out!" From the only open rectangle hole, two pairs of glowing red eyes appeared as the cage shook violently. Showing that something alive is inside.

His eagerness and inpatientness displayed their full glory, Jr. leaped over the desk and bounced his step into the podium, his stubby tail wiggling as he did. "Oh yeah! Action time!"

Unaware to the super-duper-cool and super-duper-evil Prince. This display was something that many soft-nature classmates found endearing and cute, mainly the females.

Among those who giggled, Ruby and Yang found the wiggling tail just as lovable as Zwei's.

"Someone is happy~" Nora playfully sang.

"So much for establishing a fearsome image." Joked Wendy.

Needless to mention, later a betting pool of how Junior would dominate the school would come to exist among the Minions. The options were of course between Cuteness and Power.

"Now, what you need to do is very simple, first. You shall go to the locker room and gear up. Then, second. Step forward, and face your opponent!" Explained Port as he reached for his trusty weapon above the blackboard.

"Nan, I'm good."

The short and straight reply certainly wasn't what the teacher was expecting, as Port did a double take and almost dropped his gun-axe. "Huh?"

The Turtle Faunus confidently crossed his arms as he grinned. "You heard me, old man, I'm always ready! And I don't want to waste time just to fetch a weapon I don't need at the moment. Now let me have it!"

Aside from the Koopalings, many took his approach with various reactions, most of them not positive so to speak.

'Incredibly childish and arrogant on top of that, how am I not surprised?' Thought the SDC heiress very bitterly and spiteful, to purposefully fight a Grimm without your weapon? What idiotic is this?

Port, meanwhile, was contemplating his final verdict on the young man's request. The children from another world are all gift warriors, he himself could verify and back them up as he had first-hand experience. But the students don't know about that. Putting the kid in the spotlight and the pedestal would attract unwanted attention, attention that Ozpin wants to avoid creating.

But then again, their existence here at the school already creating enough attention. And it is not likely they'll be able to hide their skills forever.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

"Confident, aren't we?"

Jr. puffs his chest up. "Of course, I knew I am the best!"

Stroking his brilliant mustache, Port accepts the young child's challenge. "Alright then, let the battle begin!" He loudly announced as he slashed his mighty axe at the cage's lock.

*SNIP* A loud snap, followed by the unboxing of the cage.

As soon as the container was opened, from the depth of the darkness, a shadow that resembled a wild boar shot out from the cage.

- (Music Starts: New Super Mario Bros. Wii - Bowser Jr.) -

Already prepared to fight, Junior readied his leg and kicked as the high-speed object came close.

His well-timed kick sends the thing back into the cage. Followed by a squealing cry of a pig.

"A Boarbatusk." Examed Pyrrha, who recognized the shape of the Grimm and the boar-like noise from the offender.

"Dang, nice kick." Says Yang. That was some impressive strength for a kid his size.

The harmed Grimm-boar staggered out from the cage, obviously dizzy from the kick it just received.

"Doesn't this seem a bit too dangerous? A living Grimm in a class full of unarmed students." Whispered Jaune, who finds the presence of a real Grimm a bit unsettling.

"I'm sure the Professor knows the danger and had everything under control." Pyrrha reassured him with a smile, finding her team leader's thoughtfulness about everyone's safety admirable.

In truth, Jaune was more worried about his safety.

"Fight well, your-. Ahem. Chance is now!" Encouraged Wendy, who almost let slip the phrase "Your Highness." to the whole class. Thankfully ever since the whole Blorb and BFF incidents, Lord Junior had gone a whole lot casual with the titles, as long as it's nothing of degrading slur or insults. But he still needs his ego stroked every now and then.

'Man, this is gonna take a while to get used to.' Thought the female Koopaling.

"You got this!" Cheered Lemmy.

"ROAST DA PIGGY!" Boomed Morton.

"Show 'em' who's the boss!" Called Larry.

"Bahaha! Try break something!" Laughed Iggy.

"Like a leg!" Piped in Nora.

Flattery, the quickest way to manipulate the bratty prince to behave. Inside tip by Kamek. Works on King Bowser too.

Shook off the dizziness, the swine let out a roar of anger, it then rushed toward the Koopa Prince once more.

Already experienced the same attack, this time Junior hops over the rolling boar, dodging the attack while observing the Grimm.

The evil pig made a quick turn and dashed back, it made a leap to tackle Junior. But to its shock and surprise, Junior grabbed onto the tusk firmly and held his ground, stopping the advancing boar in place, making the tiny red eyes of the Grimm widen in shock.

With a grunt of heave-ho and a twist of his body, Junior drags the evil boar into a spin, putting his own muscle into work, showing the perfect genes and power he inherited from his fearsome father.

Once the spin generated enough centrifugal force for the boar to lose hold on the floor, with an over-shoulder throw, Junior slammed the beast on the floor like a mallet.

"Squeal!" Cries the Grimm.

"My my, what a strength." Complicate Port, amazed by the young lad's raw strength.

"Ok, he sure is strong." Yang commented. Despite being a positive younger age, the little kid was effortlessly lifting off a beast three times his size, certainly possessing strengths that outmatched her little sister. Maybe that's why he was allowed in Beacon earlier like Ruby.

'Well, at least Ruby won't be the only bee's knees in here.' Thought Yang with a smile as she spared a quick glance at her lil' sis.

Letting go of the boar as it lay on its side, Junior followed up by giving it a mean kick right in the belly, sending it rolling.

The Grimm roar through the pain, it stomps its way up, steam blowing from the snout, furious.

Junior, meanwhile, gloats with a smirk.

The Boar then does something unexpected, it curls into a ball and spins. With a burst of speed, it dashes off toward the prince with a speed like a Koopa Shell.

"Oomph!" The attack took Junior by surprise, as he took the full blow and was knocked down onto his back.

The movement of the Grimm, however, reminds the Koopaling of a certain blue hedgehog.

"Man, I can almost imagine Sonic's face if we told him there's a whole species of pigs that stole his signature move." Whispered Larry.

"Definitely would get under his quill for sure." Already imagining the reaction, Lemmy giggled.

"Like a Grrol, how peculiar." Commented Ludwig, seeing a faint resemblance to the rolling sawblade stone entity back home.

"You think they might be Ganondorf's long distant family child?" Whispered Wendy.

"Heh, who knows? We might be onto something, what are the chances? A darkness that took the shape of evil swine. But that guy definitely wouldn't be amused." Chuckled Roy.

While he was shell down and body up, the Prince crossed his arms in wonder. "Huh, it's like a soccer ball." He's not wrong in that analogy, the rolling ball does remind him of the time when they went completely overboard and beyond with the Striker Tournaments, albeit soccer balls don't roll on their own and this one was much bigger and is made with organic flesh instead of metal. And the lack of electrocuting webs around the arena also…

Still don't know how in the world would Mama Peach agree to allow the electrocuting webs, wasn't she usually against violence the most?

The Grimm followed up by leaping into the air, it once again curled into a ball and spun rapidly like a saw blade. Ready to tear the target into shreds with its deadly spinning razor.

Seeing the incoming missile, Junior quickly flipped back and sprung back, narrowly dodging the ponding. But the attack of the Grimm wasn't over yet, as the ball of boar immediately redirected toward him.

Seeing that he's not gonna get off that easily, Junior took a page from his dad, head-to-head confront. He dashes forward, hops, and then shoots both legs straight as hard as he can. Performed a two-foot dropkick.

It's like stomping but on the vertical axis, the powerful strike sends the Boarbatusk flying, it slammed against the wall. The impact forced the Grimm out of its curling state.

Refusing to be defeated, the Grimm quickly get back on four again. It roared and got into its ball form again, preparing another spinning attack.

Watching the pig struggling to defeat him does put a smile on Junior's face, but it's about time he shows everyone why he's awesome.

Like handling the ball on the field, Junior kicks up the Boar-ball and starts juggling it between his feet, before sending it toward the ceiling with a charge kick.

The Boarbatusk squealed as it smashed heavily into the wall helplessly, leaving an impact crack as it fell down.

Unable to stop itself from the impending doom, the boar can only watch in terror as it is kicked again in the face by the flesh freak, and crashes against the wall once more.

The Grimm let out a more anguish roar than before, it pushed itself up through the pain, with steam and black liquid blowing from its snout, it then cruel its body once more, before grinding even faster and madly in places. Unintentionally mimicking a certain hedgehog's Charge Spin technique.

Seeing the action, Junior smirked.

"Alright, show me what you got!" He excitedly bellowed.

The spinning ball of razor blade then dashes off toward the Koopa Prince like a bullet, intending to tear the target to shred with this impact's force. Seeing the incoming attack, Junior hardens his eyes.

"Remember, son, the trick is very simple. Always remember to ready your stance, make sure your legs are evenly spread out, and hunch your back forward very slightly. If you find it difficult to balance, raise your tail, it'll help you balance your center. And once your stance is golden, then…" The voice of Bowser instruction resurfaced in Junior's mind.

The Koopa Prince mimicked his father's fighting stance, as the ball of spinning razor was about to slam into Junior…

"STRIKE!" Junior roared as he punched the Grimm as hard as he could, stretching his arm forward and straight. The punch dents the head plate of the Grimm, and the monster gets sent flying like a cannonball.

The evil swine flung across the room and slammed into the wall on the other end, before dropping down like a sack of potatoes, it let out one final hoarse dying squeal as the red glow left its eyes, and its dead body limped on the floor and disintegrated into nothingness.

- (Music Ends) -

"Wow." Breathed Jaune as he looked at the dying Grimm with awe. A sentiment shared by many.

Back on the stage, fist pumping high in the air as he does a small dance, Junior chortles loudly over his flawless victory. "I'm the best!"

"Bravo! Bra-vo! A victory achieved without the need for weapons. It appears we are indeed in the presence of a true Huntsman-in-training!" Port jovially announces Bowser Junior's achievement as he claps hands. Although his eyes were currently focused on the cracking wall of the classroom rather than the little champion. Glynda would probably berate him for that property damage, maybe he should hang a frame there to cover that, that should work just fine. Better than facing that woman's wrath.

*Crush*

The peeling chunks that fall down from the ceiling however would like to argue with him.

'God, help me.'

As if his dilemma was actually answered, the recess bell rang.

"Welp. I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. Be sure to cover the assigned readings, and... stay vigilant! Class dismissed!" With that out of the way, Port quickly rushes out of the classroom, if he acts quickly, he may be able to hide all the evidence on his own.

"Aww man, I was hoping for 2 more fights." Junior puffed his cheek and pouted, disappointed that his fun time was over.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll have plenty of battles soon." Reassured Wendy as she gave him a pat on the head.

Now that class is over, everyone starts packing up while discussing the exciting exhibit they just witnessed, easily the highlight of this class.

"Welp, that class certainly was more exciting than what I intentionally thought." Says Yang.

Beside her, Ruby chucked. "No kidding, the demonstration saved it." No offense to Mr. Port, but his over-flourishing tales just immediately turn into blab blabs to their ears.

"Speaking of which, nice punch, champ!" Yang gives Junior a thumb of approval.

Having his ego stroked again, said Prince in secret immediately had his nose up in delight, tail wiggling happily.

'Yep, definitely cute.' Thought the blondie with an amused snicker.

From the sideline, Ludwig observed everything in a pleased mood. All in all, today ended in a well-composed sheet. The Minions did a good job in this teaching work, Lord Junior didn't want to destroy someone, and none of them was exposed.

Except there was just one sour note…

After Port dismisses the class, already done packing her tools, Weiss Schnee immediately storms out of the classroom without any interest in conversation, interaction, or staying. She leave without a word, heel stomping, and a foul mood plastered on her face as she storm out.

Ludwig watched all of it as he hardened his gaze. This could prove to be troublesome in the future.

"Hey, where did Weiss go?" Ruby asked, just now realizing that her teammate was nowhere in sight.

- With Weiss.

Before Weiss realized it, she had moved quite far away from the classroom, almost to the opposite end of the school.

Once her mind finally registered the fact no annoying insufferable… simpletons are in sight or in radius near her, did the blazing rage in her mind actually calm down.

"Get yourself together…" Underneath her dry and raspy breath, Weiss grumbled as she buried her face in hands.

What was she doing? Getting all worked up because a mere Faunus kid stealing her chance? Since when did she get this low in standard and temper? She was supposed to be better than that.

So why is nobody recognizing her talent, skill, and hard work? Let alone acknowledging it? What was Ozpin doing in favoring a mere child to be a team leader? Let alone two teams! She just couldn't understand the logic behind it.

What's more infuriating, nobody seems to be bothered by the frivolous and disrespectful actions of Ruby Rose. And they even act like her, fooling around in class, not paying attention.

This was the first day, and they were already fooling around!

At least the Faunus brat was paying attention to Prof. Port's lecture, even that unimpressed Arc was behaving like what a proper good student should be, and that's saying something.

And the professor too, why didn't he maintain discipline? There was plenty of behavior to be punished, need to be punished.

Was she the only sane and normal person aside from Pyrrha in this whole place?

Calm down. Deep breathe. You're getting hysterical.

'Emotions can grant you strength. But you must never let them overpower you.' Amidst the chaotic sea of thoughts composed of irritation and displeasure, a calm voice spoke to her.

'Letting your emotion cloud your better judgment would lead to imprudent decisions, or worse, lose patience. And to lose patience is to lose the battle. Weiss.'

'Winter.' Like a shining beacon in her darkness, the warmness and greatness of her sister wash away her trouble and anger. Amidst the almost overwhelming emotion and thoughts located within her brain, in the precious memories with her dear sister, the parting word from Winter resurfaced.

(Flashback)

Outside the testing chamber, the Schnee sisters were face to face, with Weiss currently having her damaged left eye patched up by bandages, much to both's relief, their loyal servant & doctor Klein informed them that the artificial Grimm only made a graze on her skin, the eyeball was very fortunately spared. Meaning that Weiss won't be losing her left sight. But the scar may be a permanent mark.

Left alone as Klein hastily excused himself so the sibling may have their private time, Winter lowered herself to eye level as she placed her hands on Weiss's shoulder.

"I'm saying these words to you, not as an Atlas Military Specialist, nor Winter Schnee of the Schnee family, but as a sister." For a moment of rarity, the soft look of affectional flared in her always stoic and subdued eyes, in this moment, Winter Schnee was but a caring sister.

"Weiss, I'm very proud of you." Such a simple and common sentence shared between siblings by the norm, yet for Weiss, it was a solicitude priceless than any treasure in the world.

"Despite the constant restriction and control by father, you press on, never accept the fate that was decided for you."

Winter gently places her hand on Weiss' cheek, carefully caressing it.

"Today's victory was yours, you did it." And Weiss finds her eyes watering.

The big sis smiles warmly, but then slightly furrows her brows, the eyes adapting the look of seriousness back.

"But it is only the beginning. Once you move pass the front gate of our home, the real challenge begins. And this time, I won't be available around to help you, Weiss."

"You will face many hardships, irritation, discrimination, injustice, wrong, hate, and perhaps failure even. There will be times when things will not go your way."

"Whatever you do, you must never let them deter you."

"Because once you do, you will find it very difficult to stand up to them again."

(Flashback Ends)

Winter is right, I shouldn't let my emotions influence my judgment. Weiss mentally straight herself. Now feeling much better after recalling Winter's word of wisdom.

I made it pass Father's rigged game all by myself. And I can do it again. She recalled her battle against the Arma Gigas.

I have not let those oppressions back home defeat me before, and I will not let these unfavorable events here either. The look of frustration on Father's face as he had no choice but to fulfill their agreement terms.

Like Winter said, here in Beacon, there's nobody else I can rely on but myself.

Her secret conversation with Mr. Donku also resurfaced in her mind.

(Flashback)

"You wanteth to proveth yourself, doth thee not? t is plainly gross in sense as the day. But what doth thee desire to gain from t?" The giant man questioned as he stood, his shadow looming over Weiss.

"What pointeth w're thou trying to maketh? But what of yond? Wherefore shouldst thee beest affectioned at which hour it's something yond barely matt'rs to oth'rs?" He increased his volume.

"The way i seeth t, Thou're the only p'rson that's both'ring theeself. Thee may expresseth t, but doth not expecteth ev'ryone to answ'r those, alloweth high-lone und'rstand. " He expresses his opinion briefly. Which made Weiss curl her fist.

"But, action at each moment speaks loud'r than w'rds, besides, this is the first day. Thou has't a longeth timeth ahead of thee. The timeth to traineth, to receiveth stout'r, and bett'r. "

"Thou obviously hadst the choice to chooseth an easi'r life backeth home, but thee don't wanteth yond. Isn't yond the whole pointeth of wherefore thee cometh to Beacon to studyeth? Lasteth timeth I checketh, thou art the heiress of thy family's company, aren't thee? don't thee wanteth to inh'rit the company?"

"Then receiveth stout'r. But how thee achieveth yond is entirely up to thee. I, as the educat'r, can only provideth assistance, t is up to thee to carri'r theeself to new heights. "

"A w'rd of wisdom from a sir who is't I ad're and followeth. One imp'rtant key to success is self-confidence. An imp'rtant key to self-confidence is preparation." He points a finger at Weiss. "Thou has't both of those traits."

"Howev'r. Don't wasteth thy en'rgy trying to changeth opinions … doth thy thing, and don't careth if 't be true those gents liketh 'r misprise t. It's thy life, ste'r t theeself. "

"Lastly, if 't be true thou has't nay patient, then thou has't nay chance 'r right to beest success."

(Flashback Ends)

Although she wouldn't openly admit it, she supposes the giant man fits the category of a knight in shiny armor, and an ally too. As his word proves to be what she needs to hear in this time of distress. Those who act on it and those that don't.

Just you wait, Ruby Rose, Bowser Junior, this is far from over, I will overcome you both. Weiss found her flame return to her. Yes, she is certain. She will preserve just like before. She won't be chained, nor will she be beaten.

Better than all the dummies, better than father.

Weiss Schnee will not be bested by anyone.

- Meanwhile, in Ozpin's office

"Mr. Bomu, may I ask what is this I'm looking at?" At his desk, Ozpin rested his chin on his folded hands as he gazed curiously at his new employees. In front of him, lies a folder of very well document proposals and petitions, a blueprint of some sort of objects.

A proposal for a new school ground facility, and the petition to construct it.

Seating across him, King Bob-omb explained. "Well, simply put, you're seeing what we called. "Course Maker". It is a unique custom training system designed to train a person's stamina, speed, and acrobatic skills all in one package. Basically, the closest thing in our world that resembles the scale of your Huntsman training system."

"Course Maker?" Beside Ozpin, Goodwitch tilted her head as she read the file.

"After evaluating the technology of your world, we believe that it might be possible to replicate the Course Maker here in Remnant. Of course, without the involvement of magic to construct it."

"Is that so?" Sipping from his mug. Ozpin would be lying if he said he's not curious.

"It's… a giant block with question marks." Examining the blueprint, Goodwitch raised a brow.

"Correction, a giant Question Mark Block made from hundreds of smaller blocks. Think of it like a surprise box, each time of opening leads to a new surprise, as it can fold into an obstacle course, with an infinite amount of combinations."

Flip to the next page, the Headmaster and Deputy saw several sketches of what appears to be a 3D style obstacle course composites of block-like platforms, among the course, there were brick-block, metal-block, some sort of bridge-like platforms, moving platforms, cannons, some spinning red-bars made of a string of circles, giant metal spikes, green pipes, and a flagpole at the end?

Bob-omb explained. "Easy to use, easy to control, easy to fold and store, and on top of all, easy to maintain."

Once again, both schoolmasters had to admit, that despite their quirky personalities and common-sense flaws, their otherworldly friends were efficient workers.

Ozpin hummed as he read the description of each block's function, there were blocks that served as platforms, blocks that provided items of help, and then obstacles that obviously served as hazards. "Do tell, how does it work? It obviously is an obstacle course, but how exactly does one use it?"

"Simple, there's the starting point, sometimes people set up certain conditions, and you just have to reach the flagpole, which serves as the endpoint. We build this system based on the appearance of "Question Mark Block" as we call them by the norm, also referred to as "Question Block", "Mystery Block", or "Prize Block". A common mysterious phenomenon from our world, these random floating blocks exist everywhere over the world, land, cave, sky, underwater, even in spaces."

"It's like a prize box made by nature I take it?"

"Right, as you know, Power-Ups, the item that can grant a certain aspect of powers, under normal circumstances, are primarily found inside the Question Mark Blocks."

Goodwitch had to support her head as she experienced a minor headache, it was one thing to imagine non-human creatures living as a community, but it was a whole different matter to imagine flying blocks just being there across the whole world.

It, just, makes, no, sense.

"Yes, but then again, coins can also be found in the Question Mark Block too, and they took the majority rate." Bob-omb added as he stroked his staches.

Ok, she had spoken too soon again, apparently, giant gold coins are so easy to get in their world too. Which means everyone is a billionaire if money is literally lying everywhere in life.

Just what kind of chaotic economy is this?

Ignoring the woman who's very close to hyperventilation. Ozpin carried on their conversation. "I see. But, what happens after you empty them? Do they simply turn into useless blocks?"

"No, on the contrary, over a certain amount of time, usually ranging between a day or a week, they will refill themselves." The bomb monarch nonchalantly answered.

Ok, he honestly wasn't expecting that.

Taking a sip from his mug to calm down, Ozpin continues on. "So... they're like... an infinity resource?"

"Essentially, yes. Why they're like this is still a mystery, but theories indicate that they're a nature container similar to "Power Stars", the celestial embodiment that contains the energy of wishes, but instead of raw wish energy, the blocks contain objects, theories suggest that they possessed the will to contain the wonder of surprises, hence the namesake."

"I see, in a strange sense, they're like Dust Crystal. Containing the energy of a certain element."

"If you want to word it that way, yes. But then again, there's also the environmental factor of "Stages"."

Ozpin hummed, of course, it was never that easy and simple. But again, he was hooked, and wanted to learn more. "Do you mind explaining?"

The bomb man was more than happy to obligate the request. "Back in our world, every region was divided into multiple small areas called "Stages, Level, or Area", and above them is the term "World" to categorize the region and realm. In the simplest common example, we would refer to them as "Level 1-1, or World 1-1" to classify them. Of course, these are not to be confused with geographical classification and distinction of Kingdom borders. But in general, Stage means the area, and World means the region."

Both schoolmasters nodded at the explanation, it certainly was a strange and unique sorting system.

Continue on, Bob-omb detailed. "Now, as you may have guessed, each stage is like an obstacle course due to their unique terrain. Some horizontal, some vertical, some diagonal, and sometimes even flat-out a looping puzzle maze, they can be affected by the World they belong in, such as forest, water, snow mountain, or volcano. And there are also the levels that deviate from the main road called "Sub-Stage" and "Bonus-Stage", stages that exist within the "Sub-Area", an interdimensional realm that exists as a stand-alone in-between dimension."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow at that. In-between dimension Sub-Area? Now that's yet another shared resemblance, just like the Vault containing the Relics.

But just in case. "Sub-Area?"

"Hmm. How do I…" The old bomb crossed his arms. "Well, think of it as a small house in appearance, but as you walk in, it has a huge space on the inside that should have defied physics by all dictionary definitions."

"I see."

"Back to my previous point, these stages would sometimes undergo some changes."

"Changes?" Glynda curiously inquired.

"Yes, it's like… natural phenomenon such earthquake as the plate moved. The nature of our world would change itself. Meaning the Stage layout would change over time. Although they usually were very minor like the Blocks moved position, nothing too drastic unless an outside force is involved."

"I take it this phenomenon is what inspired the creation of this Course Maker, is it?"

"Yes, and honestly, there's quite a huge community surrounding the Course Maker, as the people who made Course, there exists the Course Runner, a certified job that is dedicated to running through courses, be it just casual, expert, or master degree. It is essentially part of our world's culture. Even if you're not one, you're bound to get through a stage in your daily life."

"Essentially a daily norm because one needs to move around." The headmaster concluded.

"Precisely, anyway, I believe this would be our best chance to prepare your student for the upcoming storms."

Once in a blue moon, Ozpin crossed his arms as he entered a deep stage of contemplation. He once again finds himself with a big decision to make. One that will affect everyone.

But this time, he at least knew what he was doing and getting himself into.

To be

Continued...

Hope you guys like the Boarbatusk scene, it kind of bothers me that nobody in the RWBY cast ever comments about having a living Grimm in a classroom, no matter how you look at it, a demonstration like this still had a whole lot of risk, with or without Professional supervision. So I picked Jaune as the one to voice the concern. Given that he's literally the greenest guy in the academy.

Here we are, some Super Mario Bros Movie reference materials, mixed with Super Mario Maker. The moment I saw it in the movie I knew I had to incorporate the element in my story. That being said, I hope my headcanon knowledge of the Question Mark Blocks and Stages is logically convincing and acceptable. Because I really tried, the lore from Mario & Luigi Superstar Saga suggests that Question Mark Block is (At least, according to WooHoo University's fun reference) an object that can be created by man-made method, but there's no indication about the blocks being a naturally made phenomenon.

As for Stages and World, obviously, if we go by the assumption that every game's World 1 grassland is the same land, it just wouldn't make sense. So the explanation I came up with is the idea that the surface of Mario's world is like an open isekai dungeon that would change its appearance and layout over time, only important location wouldn't change too much. (Also consider that the whole Mario Bros went from the real world to the Mushroom Kingdom is literally an Isekai plot.)

And now Weiss is officially declaring Ruby and Bowser Junior to be her competing rivals, rivals whom she will crush. Oh no.

Lastly, this crossover may have been made a few years ago, but it was made under the assumption that every mainline, mainstream, and big spin-off Mario Titles all happened. Included the upcoming Super Mario Bros. Wonder. (But excluding certain unofficial materials)

I really hope Super Mario Bros. Wonder will shed some light on the logic of Mario's world, the Wonder element had so much Lore potential. We'll just have to wait and see.