Sorry for the late update, everyone. I planned on this chapter being longer, but I need to get a chapter online for everyone to enjoy. Hope its worth the wait.


Signal academy was what Harry pictured a muggle boarding to look like. There were half a dozen buildings surrounding one large building. The large building had an original gothic cathedral design and was the battle arena for students. It was about the size of three Hogwarts' Great Halls. Taiyang explained that they would hold tournament fights among the students each semester and everyone on Patch would attend. The building could hold up to 2000 spectators.

The other buildings were a variety of classrooms, dorms, and the cafeteria. One of the two largest buildings was the training center for the students. The other was the forge for building weapons. Harry could see smoke coming from the three smokestacks on the roof.

Signal was just on the outskirts of town, on a grassy hill surrounded by trees. The fresh air filled Harry's lungs in a way Hogwarts never had. He guessed it was the smell of the ocean in the distance, blowing the salt air through the trees. A stone sidewalk linked all of the buildings together.

But the tallest building was actually an old-fashioned lighthouse situated on the cliffs near the school. Taiyang explained that it was in use before radar tracking made its way across the globe after the Great War. Signal was named after the lighthouse.

There were about a dozen different people walking towards the arena. Most of them were adults, but there were a few teenagers walking as well.

"Yang!" yelled one boy from a group of teens.

"There's my friends," Yang said as she walked towards the group. "See you later!"

"Get some practice in!" Taiyang called after her.

Yang waved her hand indicating she heard. When she joined the group, they headed towards the training arena. Harry could hear them laughing as they walked away.

"That girl will be the death of me yet," Taiyang mumbled. He then turned to Harry and Ruby. "You two want to join me in finding a teacher for Harry?"

Harry and Ruby both looked at each other. Harry remembered the conversation from this morning.

"You want to try and be a Huntsman?" asked a confused Taiyang.

"So can you train him, dad?" asked Ruby, her hands together in a 'please' gesture.

The three teens and one adult were at the breakfast table, enjoying blueberry muffins Harry made along with his newly purchased tea. Everyone had already showered and was ready to leave.

Harry was wearing his new clothes. A new pair of dark, gray jeans with matching high-top shoes that used locking straps instead of shoelaces. He was wearing a black, buttoned dress shirt with red stitching along the arms and back. On each wrist was a leather, woven bracelet picked out by Ruby. He felt a little odd wearing something that wasn't a hand-me down from Dudley or his Hogwarts uniform.

Taiyang scratched his goatee in a nervous gesture. "I don't know, kids. Ruby, you and Yang have been training with me and Qrow since you little. I don't know if that would be enough time to make up until he could go to Signal. Once you reach 17, you can't apply to combat school. Only the Huntsman academies."

Harry's face fell. "Actually, I was hoping I could apply to Signal with Ruby."

"You could try, but even Signal would be tough to catch on experience and knowledge. Hiring a tutor would be a great start, though."

"So could you do it?" asked Yang.

Taiyang suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Actually girls, I had plans this summer."

"Like what?"

"I've finally decided to go back on missions during my summer break."

Harry didn't know what that meant, but both Ruby and Yang gasped. Then Ruby started squealing.

"That's awesome, dad!" said Ruby with a high voice.

"It's about time!" Yang yelled as she got up and hugged her father.

Harry didn't know what to do, but it sounded like Taiyang wasn't going to able to teach him. However, when he caught Ruby's eye, she mouthed 'later'.

Yang released her father and he turned to Harry. "If you want, I could ask my fellow teachers if they're willing to tutor a student this summer. If not, well, you'll have to try and find one in Vale. I'm afraid the only thing I'll be able to do his help you with the paperwork when you want to apply at the end of summer."

Harry nodded. "Thanks. I really appreciate it."

Harry was about to answer Taiying, but Ruby intervened.

"If it's okay with you, I want to show Harry the training center. We could get a head-start on finding out what weapons would be good for him."

"And get a good start on finding out what abilities he has," finished Taiyang. "Good thinking."

"Well, she's got to use those brains eventually," said a rough voice behind them. Harry turned to see Qrow waiting by the entrance to arena. In one hand he had a couple of files while the other held his flask.

"Uncle Qrow!" Ruby chirped and sped towards the man, latching a death grip on the arm that held the flask.

"Hey, pipsqueak," Qrow muttered before turning to looked at Harry. "And the magician is here too. Hasn't Taiyang kicked you out yet?"

"Wizard, not magician," growled Harry.

"Whatever." Qrow took another drink from his flask. He also lifted Ruby off the ground like she weighed nothing when he did. "So what brings you to our fine establishment this morning?"

"Harry wants to be a Huntsman," answered Ruby. "Dad's going to try and find him a tutor to train him for the summer so he can attend Signal in the Fall."

The only interest Qrow showed was the slight rise in his eyebrow. "Really? You think you can suddenly train to be a Huntsman in just two months when you've been trained to pull rabbits out of top hats and brew toadstool potions in cauldrons?"

Harry scowled but didn't answer. He wasn't giving Qrow any satisfaction by saying anything else.

Ruby had no trouble though. "That was mean, Uncle Qrow! Harry actually killed one Beowolf the other day. With one punch, too!"

Qrow barked a chuckle and raised his Ruby-clamped arm for another drink. "Might as well have been level zero on the way to becoming a Huntsman."

Now Harry was beginning to lose his patience. He took a step forward, but was blocked by Taiyang's arm. Taiyang gave a slight 'no' shake and turned to Qrow.

"That's enough, Qrow. Harry's been through a lot and he can make his own decisions. If he wants to be a huntsman, that's his decision."

"Oh. Are you going to teach him?"

"No. I'm going to ask if one of our colleagues would teach him."

Qrow chuckled again. "Who? Sapphire Azura? Leon Arule? Both of them are heading for Vacuo for the summer to help with the Shade Academy this summer."

Taiyang frowned. "What about Alfred Gray?"

"His wife's sick. He's taking her to Vale's hospital and probably won't be available until next month."

Both Taiyang and Ruby had worried looks on the faces. Qrow looked indifferent. Harry was beginning to feel a familiar pit in his stomach open up when things were becoming hopeless. But then he felt a hand push against his shoulder.

"Harry, Ruby, you two head to the training center and get some practice in. And make sure Yang his practicing, too."

The teens nodded and hurried away. They were only about 50ft. away before Ruby spoke.

"Don't worry. Dad will find someone to teach you."

"Your dad looked pretty worried though," Harry reasoned. "Maybe I should try to find my own teacher."

"Wait until later to make that decision," suggested Ruby. "Give dad a chance to find you someone."

"All right," Harry nodded.

Ruby led the way towards the training center. It looked like an old building with stone bricks forming an almost perfect square with clay tiling on the roof. Ivy and moss clung to each side of the brick walls. At first glance, Harry didn't think it was any different than any other old building. But when the duo walked inside, Harry's jaw dropped at all the modern conveniences that were built inside.

Many of the walls were glass and separating several areas for different exercises and spars. The left side of the building was reserved for weight lifting, treadmills, free weights, and other muscle/stamina building machines. The right side was made up of revolving training dummies, weapons, video shooting games, and other simulations. In front of him was a large open training area nearly twice as big as the Great Hall at Hogwarts. There was a small, one-hundred yard track, a small area with trampolines, and at each in of the arena were different training environments. On side seemed to be fake buildings while the other was several trees with branches and vines.

"They're for agility training," Ruby answered when she saw Harry staring at the 'forest'. "The fake trees and buildings help us use the environment to our advantages. Watch."

She pointed to one Huntsman about Harry's age who was standing on one of the branches. The boy jumped off the branch to the next tree, then propelled himself off the trunk to another tree. He grabbed a different branch, swung once in a loop, then let go and flew through the air. The boy landed with a slight wobble on the ground.

"Wicked," Harry said, clearly impressed.

"Wait till you see the basement," Ruby said and grabbed Harry's arm to drag him towards a set of double doors next to the building's entrance. They went down a flight of stairs where Harry began to hear several loud booms echoing through the doors at the bottom. Ruby pushed them open and brought Harry into the large room the same size as the one upstairs.

The booms ended up being gunshots. Three hunters were using what were clearly their weapons gun modes on a modified gun range. One side of the building had about a dozen stalls for Huntsman to take aim down the range at paper and clay targets that were either bulls-eyes or Grimm shaped.

The other side was protected by a large, thick panel of glass. Against one side of wall had what looked like large stairs. Harry had no idea what they were.

"Interesting," Harry remarked.

Ruby pulled him to the nearest stall closest to the stairs. "Let's get you started on training."

Harry frowned. "Already?"

"Better now than later. Signal academy is one the best places to train future Huntstman and Huntresses," Ruby explained. "If dad finds you a tutor, he might use this place as a training facility or may take you somewhere else. "

Harry nodded. "And getting an idea on what I have a natural talent for will help both me and him in training."

"Exactly." Ruby pulled her weapon from her back and activated it into its rifle mode. She held it out for Harry to take. But she stopped when she saw a hesitant look in his eyes. "You're not scared, are you?"

"I don't really know," Harry answered truthfully.

"Didn't you say that there were guns in your world?" asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, but in my country, you need a special license or permit to carry one. Handguns are illegal altogether."

"Well, I guess the only thing to do is start at the beginning." She placed Crescent Rose on the stalls counter and pulled Harry beside her.

"The first rule in using a gun, any gun, is to always treat as if is loaded," Ruby explained to Harry. "It's not a toy, so don't treat it like one. It's a tool. A dangerous one so never point it at anything you don't want to shoot."

Harry nodded. To be honest, he was a little intimidated at the weapon. He always heard such terrifying stories about guns and how they were used by criminals in robberies and gang warfare. And here he was about to use one.

Ruby then began to point to each part of the gun: the stock, barrel, scope, trigger guard and the trigger. She showed him the magazine she kept her dust rounds in, the showed him how to carefully load it. She loaded the magazine with basic dust rounds and pulled back the bolt handle on the side of the gun.

But before she fired, she handed Harry a pair of safety glasses and ear muffins while she put on a pair as well.

"Do you want to go first?" Ruby asked.

Harry barely heard her because of the muffins, but shook his head. "Better show me how it's done."

Ruby nodded and brought the rifle up to her shoulder to take aim at the bulls-eye target that was about 75 yards away. Only a moment passes before Ruby fired her shot. Harry jumped at the loud noise despite the protection he wore. He braced himself a little better when she fired the second shot, then a third. Finally, she placed the rifle down on the counter and pressed a button that was beside her stall.

The target rushed forward to them. Before it reached the stall, Harry saw one, slightly misshapen hole in the center of the target. It was only a moment for him to realize that it was misshapen because Ruby hit the center three times.

"That was amazing," Harry praised.

Ruby gave him a shy grin. "It's easy because I've practiced. It's a lot different when Grimm are charging you and you also have to dodge when they surround you." She pulled the target off the hook and then placed a fresh one from beneath the counter. Then sent it back to the 25 yard range. "Let's start small."

Harry nodded and very carefully picked up Crescent Rose from the counter. He held the same way Ruby did and aimed down the range. Ruby started teaching Harry how to hold the rifle, load a round into the chamber, and how to use the scope. It took a few minutes for Harry to feel comfortable to take his first shot.

He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. The rifle jerked hard against his shoulder causing him to wince. Ignoring the pain, he looked down the range to see that his mark impacted on the top right corner of the target. It only reached the farthest ring away from the center.

"You need to squeeze the trigger, not pull it," explained Ruby. "Pulling the trigger can ruin the trajectory. Also, you need to firmly hold the stock against your shoulder. The recoil is enough to break your collarbone if you don't hold it firmly."

Harry nodded in understanding and loaded another round into the chamber, just like Ruby showed him. He aimed once again at the bullseye, slowly squeezing the trigger this time while also pressing the rifle harder against his shoulder. The recoil was just as hard as last time, but it didn't hurt. When he raised his eye from the scope, he saw his newest mark hit the second ring above the bullseye. A definite improvement.

"Keep going," Ruby encouraged.

So Harry fired again and again. Each of his shots were getting closer to the center. Harry quickly learned to adjust with recoil and aim his shots slightly lower than what he was actually aiming at. It was his final shot that he scored a bullseye.

"You did it!" Ruby cheered.

Harry smiled with pride. He knew Ruby would have hit the center every time from this short distance, but he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He ejected the magazine and gave Crescent Rose back to Ruby.

"Thanks for teaching me," Harry said. "Maybe with more practice, this could be my weapon of choice."

"Well, let's keep finding out," Ruby suggested as she put her weapon behind her back. Grinning at Harry's confused look, she pulled him to the other side of the room.

On the opposite side of the room was a large countertop with a conveyor belt and a large piece of glass. Ruby placed her scroll on top of the glass and it lit up with a blue tinge with several folders on display. Harry watched Ruby open a folder with a tap of her finger and swiped it several times across the glass screen. She grinned and double-tapped an item. There was a loud beep and the conveyor belt started moving. Within seconds, a flat, white case the size of a large book rolled through an open doorway in the wall and rolled towards them.

"What's that?" asked Harry as Ruby grabbed the case and grabbed Harry's hand.

"Signal Academy has everything a Huntsman or Huntress needs to be the best they can," Ruby explained as she pulled Harry back to their stall. "Including a variety stock of weapons to choose from."

Ruby opened the case to reveal a handgun Harry usually saw on TV or in the movies. The one where the clip loads into the grip of the pistol. It was solid black in color.

"This is a Beratta 92. It's a great training pistol for new users."


Harry and Ruby spent the next few hours going through several firearms. Ruby used her status as a student to rent several weapons while Harry was happy to pay for extra ammunition. And it took a lot for Harry to get used to each weapon they used.

The duo tried a variety of pistols, shotguns, machine guns, and rifles on the target range. Harry did eventually get used to firing a gun, but it still made him nervous using one. To be honest, he still preferred to use his wand.

However, he didn't have that luxury anymore.

So he would prepare himself with anything he had. He was lucky he had someone like Ruby to help with weapons. Of all the weapons he tried, he felt skilled with Ruby's sniper rifle and the handguns since handling them was somewhat similar to weaving a wand.

But soon, a loud grumble interrupted them. Ruby blushed when they realized it was her stomach.

"So….lunch?" grinned Harry. Ruby nodded shyly.

"I'll show you to the cafeteria," she offered. With all the guns placed back in storage, they went upstairs to the training room. But the first thing the saw was Yang in one of the glass rooms surrounded by her friends. They seemed to staring at a large wall screen next what Harry recognized as a speed bag. Dudley had one installed in his room when he started boxing.

"What are they doing?" asked Harry.

"It's a competition between Yang and boys at school. The punching bag measures how many pounds per square inch is measured when its punched," Ruby explained. "Yang holds the record while dad is in second place. They can't use their semblances or aura. Only pure strength."

"Should we ask her to go to lunch with us?" asked Harry.

"Sure."

When they entered the room, several teenagers were surrounding a large boy with a boxer's physique who was squaring up to punch the machine. Everyone, including Yang, was jeering him one. The boy roared and charge forward, slamming his fist into the speed bag. There was a loud bang as it swung up and crashed into the stand holding it. There was a loud ring and the computer screen beside them lit up with rolling numbers. It took a few seconds before the numbers stopped on 3005.

He cheered, as did others, when the screen changed and a tally list of names was displayed. One name moved from number 3 to number 2. The name, Alan Greenwood, was now in second. He beat Taiyang's score of a perfect 3000. Yang's name was at number one with a score of 3575.

"He beat dad's score," Ruby said crestfallen.

"Is that a bad thing?" Harry questioned.

"These names have been here since Signal was founded," Ruby explained. "Sort of like our mark on the school that always remembers us."

Harry nodded as he watched the teen high-five a bunch of his friends. Greenwood was had a larger physique than Taiyang, but looked like he used more of his upper body strength. He was wearing a red, leather jacket with torn sleeves with a black tank top underneath. His hair was blond with several green streaks on the tips. One his friends handed him gauntlets that were similar to Yang's, but were emerald green and had steel gloves covering his fingers.

"Well, Yang. Every day I get a little bit closer to your top score. Soon, my name is going to be on the top and I'll be the top fighter on Patch. And you'll be nothing but a faded memory."

"Keep telling that yourself, Greenwood. Maybe someone besides you will believe it," Yang retorted with a smirk.

"Just as long as you keep your end of the bargain when I break your record."

Harry mouthed 'bargain' to Ruby, but she just shrugged her shoulders in confusion. But before he could do anything else, Harry felt his arm being pulled away from Ruby and to the center of the crowd. To Harry's shock, Yang had a hold of his arm, grinning brightly.

"I bet Harry here could easily break your score," Yang told Alan.

"Him?" asked Alan. He and several people laughed. "This scrawny punk barely looks like he could break a fingernail much less my score!"

"Just you watch," Yang retorted. She went to the punching bag and adjusted the height to accommodate Harry's reach and went to the computer. "I personally saw him punch a Beowolf into dust just the other day."

"Yeah, I saw it, too," Ruby shouted. She didn't know what the bargain was that Yang agreed to, but she was willing to support her sister and Harry.

Even though Harry was beginning to really sweat from nerves. He really didn't want to show how strong he was. The embarrassment of yesterday and the Whack-a-Grimm was bad enough.

"Tell you what," Greenwood choked, still laughing. "If this scrawny toothpick beats my score, not only will I bow down and acknowledge you as queen of Signal Academy, but I'll jump off the Cliffs butt-naked."

Everybody in the room either laughed or made exclamations of disgust. Only Harry and Ruby didn't do anything. Harry because he didn't know what the Cliffs were.

"Fair enough," Yang said with a bit of predatory grin. She stepped away from the computer and gestured for Harry to take her place. "Type in your name and punch the bag."

Harry did as he was told. He looked at the speed bag, which was now at eye level. Harry never really thrown a punch before, but how hard could it be? He got into a stance with both his hands up to his chin, ready to throw a punch. But the sound of the other teens laughter made him stop.

"What?" Harry asked Yang.

She gave him a sad smile. "You never fought before, have you?"

"No," admitted an ashamed Harry. "I was the kid who got beat up a lot by my cousin and his gang."

The snickering from the others at his answer made his neck flush. Yang snapped them a fierce scowl and they stopped. Then she walked to Harry and stood beside him.

"Are you right or left-handed?" asked Yang.

"Right."

"Okay. Now I want you to mimic my stance." She got into a pose and Harry copied it. Instead of facing the speed bag head on, he now face it with his left side. His left arm extended out from him, slightly bent at the elbow. His right arm was tucked beside his body with the hand just below his chin.

"Just about right. Let's make some adjustments," Yang remarked.

Harry almost yelped when he felt Yang's hands on his leg. She pushed behind his knees and lowered his stance. She then pulled his left leg a little bit farther away from his body, settled his weight on his right leg, and pointed his feet in directions that helped balance his center of gravity. He almost yelped again when she pressed herself against his back and grabbed his arms. She positioned his arms into the same stance she just showed him. Then she adjusted the way he gripped his fists, telling him not to tuck his thumb into his palm.

All the while, Harry tried his best to pay attention to her instructions. Not the way her hair smelled, how strong her body was, or the softness he felt behind his shoulder blades.

He could of sworn he hear someone behind him say 'Lucky Bastard'.

"Alright then," Yang said cheerfully as she swung around Harry and faced him. If she noticed his red face, she didn't make any notice. "Now, when you throw you punch, you're going to swing your hips around and shift your weight to your back foot. The momentum from swinging your hips and shoulders will give you more power."

Harry nodded and faced the speed bag. He then turned back to Yang. "How many chances do I get?"

"Three," Greenwood answered. "That's how many I got. That's how many you get."

Harry took a deep breath and nodded. In his stance, he could actually feel a little bit stronger. But there was a problem with nerves as he felt so many eyes on him.

Gathering what courage he had, he did what Yang told him and threw his right fist forward, swinging his hips as he did so.

And only grazed the speed bag.

The bag didn't even swing up. And the momentum he built up made him lose his balance. He fell to the floor. As the wind was knocked out of him, he heard everyone behind him roar with laughter. Several of them had their Scrolls out and were pointing them at him, recording the event.

"That's one," chuckled Greenwood.

Ruby helped Harry up, a look of concern on her face. Harry felt thoroughly embarrassed.

"You didn't properly pivot your back foot," Yang said helpfully. She brought Harry back to the speed bag and got into her stance. "Watch."

Harry watched her as she demonstrated in slow motion how to deliver the punch. He saw the way her back foot moved when she shifted her weight forward. Harry got into his stance and copied her technique, slowly throwing a punch and pivoting his foot properly.

"Alright, enough training," snapped Greenwood. "Hurry up."

"That anxious to acknowledge my greatness?" Yang grinned. "Or are you eager to finally get a bath you so rightly need?"

Greenwood growled, and then snapped is scowl to a couple of his friends who snickered.

"Go on, Harry," encouraged Ruby as she patted him on the back. "You can do it."

Harry nodded and stood in front of the bag. This time, he gave a slow, practice swing, stopping his fist only an inch from the bag. Then, he reared back and snapped a quick cross-jab at the speed bag. The bag flew up and slammed into stand holding it. On the screen was a rapid series of beeps that measured the force of his punch. It stopped and the numbers '2000' appeared on the screen. Harry's name suddenly moved into eighth place on the scoreboard.

The only noise was Yang and Ruby cheering. Everyone else was dumbstruck.

"How the hell did you do that," Greenwood blurted out. He then scowled. "I bet you used your semblance to strengthen your punch. That's not allowed."

"Uh, uh, uh," Yang mocked with a wag of her finger. "The alarm bell would have gone off if Harry did. And the only sound I heard was the score going up."

"Fine. But he still hasn't beaten my score."

"He has one more chance." Yang placed Harry back into position. Then she whispered in his ear. "You can do it Harry. Stop holding back."

"You noticed?" he whispered. The punch he threw was not at full force. It was more like a quick jab.

Yang nodded. "Ruby told me what you did yesterday. Don't worry; you won't break the machine if you use your full force. Now, show everyone what you can do."

Harry walked back to the speed bag, taking a deep breath as he did so. He got back into his stance, but then he backed up a step. If he was going to do this, he might as well us all his power. Greenwood did the same thing earlier; so could Harry.

Tensing his muscles, he took an extra step forward and swung his fist as hard as he could. His fist sunk almost fully into the back, then slammed into the stand holding with so much force it actually bent. The numbers on the screen rapidly rose as they calculated the force. It lasted longer than his second hit. Then Greenwood's earlier.

And when the numbers finally stopped, everyone's jaw dropped.

5000.

The screen displaying the score burst with confetti as Harry's named moved into first place. He beat Greenwood and Yang's score.

Harry slowly turned to the others in the room. He was beginning to get nervous at their looks of disbelief. Suddenly, his vision was filled with rose petals and black hair as two arms latched around his neck.

"That was awesome!" Ruby squealed into his ear. "You did it!"

Harry didn't know what to do. He just grabbed onto Ruby, laughing with her. Then he felt two arms wrap around his waist and was hoisted off his feet.

"I can't believe it," Yang said. She had hugged him from behind and was swinging the three of them in a circle. "You beat my score!"

"Sorry," he gagged as Yang had a death grip on his waist.

"That's alright," she said as she put him and Ruby down. "Better you than Greenwood. Besides, with this test, you're bound to find a tutor to help you out this summer."

"Yeah. I kind of forgot about that."

Yang messed his hair up, and then turned to the crowd of teens. They were backing away from Greenwood. Several looked at him with anticipation while a few were snickering. Greenwood was frozen in shock.

Yang smiled. "I believe there's something you need to do when you address the queen of Signal?"

Greenwood's face was turning both green and red.


Everybody who had witness Harry's punch had gathered at the Cliffs. Harry had found out the Cliffs was just a swimming cove near Signal Academy. There was a nice beach with several sun chairs and a lifeguard tower. But beside the beach was a sheer cliff that was perfect for jumping daredevils.

Greenwood stood on cliffs as he glared daggers at everyone who were pointing their Scrolls at him to record the event. His fiercest scowl was at Yang, who was smirking back at him.

"I'll get you back for this, Xiao-Long!" he yelled.

"I'd stop if I were you. Unless you want me to take back my condition about you jumping."

Greenwood had kept his end of his first promise. He bowed down and acknowledged Yang as Queen. However, Yang changed the condition that he jump naked and offered him to wear swimming trunks. The catch was that Yang picked the trunks.

Right now, only Yang and Greenwood knew what she picked.

The crowd gathered around had begun to chant 'jump' towards the embarrassed teen. Giving everyone one last scowl and flipping his middle finger at Yang, he hurriedly stripped and jumped off the cliffs. The roar of laughter after he jumped sent the birds in the trees scattering. Several teens fell to the ground from laughing so hard. Ruby had to hang onto Harry's arm to keep herself upright while Harry himself was struggling to stay up.

Regardless how fast Greenwood managed from the cliffs, everyone got a glimpse of the trunks Yang had selected the boy to wear: a leopard print girl's bikini bottom.

Yang wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh, that was worth my score being beaten."

"Sorry, Yang," Harry choked, struggling to speak normally. "I didn't think my strength would break your record as well."

Yang waved a hand. "It's fine. Records were meant to be broken. Now," she clapped her hands together, "it's time for me to keep my end of the bargain."

"Your end?" asked Ruby. She had finally stopped laughing to join the conversation.

"Yep. If someone beats my score, I had to keep my end of the bet we all made."

"Which is?" asked Harry.

Yang gave Harry a sultry smile and linked her arm through his. "You get to take me on a date."

"I gea wha?"


Hope everyone enjoyed the new chapter.