AN:Hey everyone, how's it going. I started Bridgerton and I kinda love it. My girlfriend put me on it but I haven't caught up yet. I'll get there and yes I know the third season is out but that's fine. I am excited to Penlope get what she desvres which is Colin. I applied for a library job so here's hoping I get that. It's not what I want but it's something I kinda need. Because I as well I got a car.
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It is published but Dragoo Fire's Library isn't ready because I don't it's ready. But mainly the money will always and firstly go towards the stories and then any other content creation idea that require money. I try not have any ideas that require money beyond a video game or and editor so yeah. Now, here we go.
Chapter 13: Fast Pace Change
Jaune woke from a warm slumber when he heard soft raps on his office door. "Coming." His muscles were still tender from the beating from his teacher? Professor? Honestly, he didn't know what to call Glynda Goodwitch. She gave him her time when it came to being taught, but she harder than he thought necessary. Especially her last training session with him. He didn't take much time to move, considering he felt like a sandbag.
He padded softly as he pulled out his scroll. Keeping on top of the different tasks he needed to do each day was a fleeting thing. He would run around like a fool, trying to file different clumps of paperwork. Any paperwork Glynda didn't get to, he had to cover. Considering she got Ozpin's work as well, it spoke volumes about the strength of the Vice-Headmisstress.
Because he hardly got any work from Glynda besides her homework that needed to be graded. It gave him plenty of practice with filing Peter's Grimm forms, which became quicker as the days went on. If he wasn't doing paperwork, he was doing what he could to learn about the life he wanted. Huntsmen weren't just Grimm slayers but pseudo policemen, emergency disaster responders, and bounty hunters.
Then, there were the different things he had to learn about when killing Grimm. When you face Beowolves, attacking the pack leader would make the fight easier, except for when you were protecting civilians. Without the pack leader, the younger ones would do whatever they want. Ignoring the humans to kill them and finding the path of least resistance. It wasn't surprising, considering the Grimm would go after the largest negativity.
Which explains why the Grimm went past Peter and after him. They weren't fully mindless; they were only genuinely young, an idea drilled into his head by his heavy-set teacher. The mindless Grimm didn't know exactly how to walk. Newborn Grimm were rare since their method of reproduction wasn't known to anyone. In his long life, Peter Port only found 2 Grimm who could be considered young. Each stumbled around the world, and their bone carapace covered only their eyes.
The door opened, and Glynda Goodwitch stood there with her usual strong demeanor. "Oh, Professor Goodwitch, what can I help you with?"
"May I come in?"
"Uh yeah?" Jaune made way for his teacher and gestured for one of the chairs in the room. They sat across from each other in uncomfortable silence. Jaune scratched the back of his head while Glynda fiddled with the collar of her dress shirt. "Can I get you something, Professor?"
"No, I actually have something important to tell you." Something? What was something? It could've been just sent over scroll, but what could require her to come in person? "The terms of your contract are changing. The council has finally taken notice of your tenure here. You'll be receiving an email about your updated contract, but to cut the meat of it is that you'll be receiving a salary, you'll be tested on your knowledge at the end of the year, tested every season, and under my care, for most of the new material you'll be adsorbing. That last one was Ozpin's idea."
"We're also going to have you face one of the first years. You have a day to prepare and use anything within your bounds to compete." Jaune's brain started to stop trying to understand everything that was being told to him. "It's to combat the bullying you are experiencing—something that has been going on for far too long. Also, there's a subject I must dust off. I must apologize for my behavior, Jaune."
"I… It was unbecoming of me, considering you are doing what you can with what you are given. I don't know your circumstances, but you have tossed yourself wholeheartedly. Initially, you did have some fumbles, like thinking that you could be launched into the Emerald Forest and come out unscathed. I, like the rest of the staff of Beacon, have already been doing, will aid you in climbing for your dream. While you're not a huntsman yet, I'll be the judge to say whether or not you climbed that monstrous mountain." She stood to leave. She took the loud steps to the door, but just before she opened the barrier, she looked over her shoulder. She looked at Jaune.
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He was a small boy for their chosen profession. He was small in the sense that he didn't have much muscle on him— nothing his Aura could build off of, granting him the true superhuman abilities her ilk possessed. She could see the confusion in his eyes. She could imagine the panic that must have set in after everything that was revealed. She looked forward to the door and sighed. The shifting body outside only mounted to her failure as a Huntswoman, teacher, and coworker.
Her Aura flexed and shifted through the air. The invisible energy surrounded her target as it yelped. Jaune snapped his head to the window. "What was that?" Jaune questioned. The target squealed and squawked until they had resigned their fate with a quiet whimper.
"It must have been a student who fell." She needed to work on her aura sense because she could barely make out the student outside the window. If they had been any further, she would have missed it. "You have a meeting with Ozpin later. Have a good day, Jaune." She left as quickly as she came in, and when the door closed, she looked at the floating person just out of sight of the door. "Miss Siren, we need to discuss your recent behavior. And don't say that you were just hanging out or whatever pathetic excuse that will fly out of your mouth. There are cameras in the staff office. We caught the tale end of your little prank, and you'll receive the punishment you deserve." She marched forward with each strike of her heels, commanding respect from any student who heard them coming.
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A TV screen flickered with the information it received from the radio waves that made the lengthy journey to a settlement in Vale. "Hello, everyone. My name is Lisa Lavender, and today we have a special interview with the Headmaster of Beacon Academy Ozpin. How are you doing today, Headmaster."
"I'm doing fairly well, Lisa, thank you," he answered with a calm smile from his interview chair.
"I'm going to cut to the meat of our business. It's been floating around that you hired an extra hand around Beacon Academy. Is that true?" Lisa relaxed in her chair; her demeanor spoke of someone who wasn't taking this seriously.
"It is. He's been a great help around the school. Given how understaffed we are, we are grateful to no end for him."
"But he isn't just some hired help. Is he Headmaster? Why are there rumors saying that he's a student as well?" She smiled coyly as she brushed her lavender hair out of the way. "That sounds like a strange arrangement. Are you extorting this young man?" They sat there in relative silence until they both burst out laughing.
"Truly, you are a gem, Lisa. Now Jaune," the people in the same room where the television sat froze in place, "is a staff member and a student. It works simply by him aiding the staff with the monumental amount of work we, the staff of Beacon, have to complete. In turn, we teach him how to be a Huntsman."
"Oh," Lisa leaned forward, "and how did you shift through the applicants to find this young man? Because I believe there wasn't a selection process being held to the public for people that wanted to become a Huntsmen?"
"Yes, Jaune was a special case. After we found him injured from saving a lady from being stabbed, I heard his story. I saw an opportunity and took it. I've lived long enough not to let something that looked so good fade away." A gaggle of blondes scrambled to find their other worried family members.
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In the country of Mistal, a lion faun sat stunned as he watched the interview. "So what's your end, Headmaster? Why go to such lengths to train a single person when you have a full plate already? Not to mention, you all don't have much of the budget to even squeeze him into the school."
"The last concern is an easy problem to figure out. It's coming out of my own pocket." She sat there stunned at the information and leaned forward, putting her whole body into the conversation. "I get paid much too much to not be able to pay for another employee. It's even in his contract. While crude, it is a decent way to keep the much-needed help. However, that will soon change because the conical has noticed."
"Oh?"
"Yes, it has been my original intention to inform the council. I wanted to raise him to an impressive level. We wanted someone who understands the importance of passing information on to the next generation. It is a shame, but within Huntsman culture, some of the most important information is lost because of a plethora of issues." The lion fauns ran to his bookcase and pulled a shelf forward. A statue scrapped aside, an eyeball Grimm floated out.
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A raven flew over a sizeable human settlement of Mistral. It flapped its wings until it perched her talons on a light post. The light of a television shone on the outside world. It was broadcasting a news report from the city of Vale. "I believe we are too focused on the present. Although, to be fair, the present is where the Grimm is." Ozpin chuckled at his little joke, but the raven squawked. "I want to not only be in the present but also in the future. I also want to invest in the future."
"So you're setting this Jaune to be a staff member at Beacon or even a future Headmaster?"
Ozpin's eyes sparkled, and his pinkie twitched. "Ah, but that's up to young Jaune. Whatever he chooses to be is up to him, but we are focusing on the administrative aspect of life. My hope is that he becomes an inspiration to future Huntsmen. If he so chooses to open his own Huntsman school, well, he will have the backing of Beacon." The raven squawked once more and flew into the air.
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Jaune strapped his armor snuggly and did one last check. "Okay, I can do this. I can do this." He heard the stereo system blaring the voice in the air. He stood and started to shuffle forward.
"Jaune," Pyrrha called out. He looked to the door and saw his team huddling before the preparation door. "I think you'll need this." A pistol floated over, guided by Pyrrha's semblance.
"Thanks," he said meekly. He scratched the back of his head and looked anyway where that wasn't his team or the exit tunnel. "I-I'm sorry for how I-" Nora tackled him in a soft hug that snapped him to the ginger.
"Don't be sorry, Jaune. You're going through a lot." She chuckled, "I think my brain would be fried if I had to do everything you do."
"You juggle more than another student is asked of here. Even more than some teachers, you never have to apologize for not being all there," Ren said as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Jaune, remember to never let your guard down until the judge says it's over. You must do your After allterall you areteam memberember of Prwan Jam." Nora backed up and jumped onto a bench.
"We will first show the whole school the secret weapon of Team PRNJ to show our dominance. Then we will show the world during the Vital Festival." Jaune chuckled; his nerves faded ever so slightly.
"Thanks, guys, and I'll do my best. I promise."
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"So, who is this Jaune Headmaster."
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Jaune's armored form marched into the light. The grey hoodie and light armor shined dully in the overhead lights. Each step boomed in his head as he entered the area. Glynda Goodwitch stood there, arm outstretched in his general direction as she motioned to him. His breathing became quick, and his fear climbed up his throat. He looked into the audience, and they all looked back. Years of experience oozed from them all, and some bore that experience toward the young Arc.
He swallowed the fear as he saw hands raise after a question. What it was wouldn't matter because he couldn't focus on Glynda. She said a name that he couldn't make out, and as they made their way down to join Jaune, he saw the cropping of red hair. Heavy metal footsteps marched up the steps with confidence.
Muscles bound by heavy armor decorated the ginger-haired owner. His smug sneer plastered on his face met his thin line of a smile. His weapon of choice was a birdcage mace with a red gem at the center. The weapon lazily sat on top of his opponent's shoulder pauldron. Even though he was only an inch or two taller than the six-foot Arc, his eyes looked so high—like a proud predator looking down on him from a cliff.
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"Why, he's simply Jaune Arc. The newest addition to Beacon's staff."
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Next Chapter: June 17th