Alright, Let's begin.

Evinco: Mors will be trying his best to reel Venatores in, but Ozpin always seemed kinda tolerant to this type of things. But they do notice, it's just they are leaving him unleashed… for now.

Theawsomest5: Why thank you, I appreciate the comment, now here is your chapter.

LockeBelmont: It's does burn her yes. Here you go.

Darkuz: It never does, especially season one Weiss. Any other Weiss is cool though.

Scarease: Good review.

Audiotistic: Aw, I don't think it's that good, but here you go.

Harlequin-ThePsychopathicHero: It never does, also Doom Slayer? Are we talking about Doom Guy, or am I missing something?

Forthose: This review is also great.

SpecialSprite: Why thank you, May Oum watch you.

Baz: Sorry man, spoiler.

Student: Yes it is true, they will only know the path of survival. They won't even know how bad Venatores has it, after all they may only get stories.

Theguestman: Indeed, here you are.

Raikaguken: She will survive, but if you talk to her once she will leave the cathedral. Thus being eaten by the pig.

EnigmaProtocol: Why thank you, I thought it would be cool to see. Yeah, Venatores is my favorite too.

Tsun: That makes sense, but I kinda based Venatores off of how I played Bloodborne, and how my brother played Dark Souls. The only thing was that I added a lot more arcane to Venatores. Also yes students, they are each 18 (physically). I also saw that, I thought it was a fun idea.

DashingXRouge: Yeah, it is kinda difficult for him to keep his cool in this situation. I hope I can oblige to your hopes.

LionheartedWritings: Great Minds do think alike, so the saying goes. I prefer Venatores, only because it's fun writing him, and I have more experience with Bloodborne than Dark Souls. His sense of humor, is kinda a combination of my own, with a far more cynical edge.

Neema Amiry: Kay here you go.

Axcel: … Yep, just another thing to add to not paying attention.

Aizzec: Don't worry, I will fight Ebrietas herself to keep this going! I also prefer Venatores, he is a fun person to right, even at his angstyness.

Mors Ignis

"I can't read."

Venatores turned to me, his single visible eye glaring into the deepest part of my soul. "What?"

It was late at night, on the same day as Professor Ports class. It was a grand class, one filled with a story of heroism and the like. Than Lady Schnee fought the Grimm. I myself was worried for seeing her slim, fragile rapier against the armor of the Demon.

Especially seeing as her attention wasn't exactly on the Demon. I myself was about to grab the Demon's tusks and snap it's neck. Thankfully, and sadly, Venatores beat me to it.

I wasn't sad that he did it, I was sad at how he… handled it. I could understand where he was coming from, I myself was angered by such disregard for the battle at hand. But it should could have been handled with far more… tact

However, something far more important had come up. That was my inability to read the written scriptures below me.

They were nothing like the Sunlight Scriptures my father had taught to me. Nor were they Lingua Inmortuae, the Language of the Undead. To me, it was just Nonsense sprawled all over the scrolls.

So, I decided that as soon as we had reached our shared dorm, I would tell Venatores of my inability to read.

Unfortunately, he wasn't taking it well.

"What do you mean you can't read!" Venatores said, moving to my desk with hastened movements.

"I can not read this language!" I spoke up, looking once more at the book before me. It's secrets hidden from these knowledgeable eyes.

"... Write something, anything." Venatores spoke, retrieving a pencil and paper giving it to me with a ferocity. I did as he said, writing something on the piece of paper. It was a simple thing, that all children first learn. Fire.

"...Is that all you can write, a single word?" The Hunter asked, looking at me with great confusion as he read what I had written. I looked at him in confusion as well.

"Of course not, I can write a book in that language." I spoke, looking between the written word and him. "Do you not understand what I've written?"

"I barely understand how you can't read a common language, let alone the word." Venatores spoke without a beat. "Is this the only thing you can write in?"

"Yes… Why?" I spoke with a slight guarded expression. He couldn't understand much less read the Lingua Inmortuae, as it was a language created only for those who hold the Dark Sign. So I decided to keep it hidden from him.

"... This day just gets longer and longer." Venatores said, pinching his nose. "Look, I'll teach you the basics. But you'll have to learn the rest." He said, looking at me with the barest hints of annoyance.

"Alright." I said, grabbing the necessary pieces of paper. "Shall we begin." I couldn't help but have the smallest of smiles on my face, excited for the proportion of learning a new language.

"Wipe the smile of your face, it won't be that easy." Venatores said, looking quite unnerved actually.

I shrugged at his bluntness, it's force not affecting me in the slightest. "Come now, the teacher shouldn't be so hateful to his student."

"I absolutely loathe you." He said, moving his desk to the other side of the room. Right next to mine. "Now then let's begin with the alphabet."

'So if I put these letters together it will make this word.' I thought to myself, gazing upon the simple word of 'Fire' upon my paper, written in this new and confusing language known as 'English'. While it wasn't as much as I had hoped to achieve, it was still something in the week I have studied.

A clang rang out through the Coliseum. One created by the fight that was currently going on. I, however, ignored such distractions and continued to study the strange symbols before me. I was far more worried about the school work, of which I could not read, than the combat class.

Though it didn't feel so, Venatores said that I was making an amount of progress that he found impossible. Take the second day, when I could create words like that of a five year old. He said, I should still be on the spelling pattern of a three year old.

It helps that I had studied all of that night, then the morning. Even during class I was still writing all of the words and trying to comprehend them. I did so to this day, studying to help my grades. For they sadly need it.

But it didn't matter, the Undead need not sleep after all. They only did so to see their dreams and purpose in front of them. Basking in it's wondrous glory.

The past week had been a very interesting time period to say the least. Not a lot has happened, but certain important topics had come up for better or worse. For one: the relation between that of Team RWBY, or more accurately the R and W, has greatly improved.

They talked to each other after class, sometimes during when they had missed something important needed to be written down. Lady Schnee even appeared happier, her scowl becoming a far more uncommon thing to see. Less, of course, she sees Venatores.

Let it be told, Venatores and Lady Schnee were not friend by any means. In fact, I dare say they were now enemies. Each time the two came within eyeshot of the other, they glared at each other… well more so Lady Schnee glaring at Venatores.

Venatores was just ignoring the girl. As if she didn't exist or her opinion doesn't matter. It appeared to get on her nerves more than anything else. Yet, I did nothing.

I do not wish to interfere in a place I don't belong. I had made a similar mistake once before and that man lays dead by daughters hand.

"Gah!" The cry of a man ringed out through the Coliseum. The same sounds repeated throughout the week, by the same person each time.

I looked up from my studies, seeing the current battle between Sir Jaune and Winchester. Sadly, it appeared more of a slaughter than anything else. What with Jaune supporting dust and many bruises, while Winchester merely sported a polished chestplate. One that wasn't blemished by anything.

This has been going on for the past week, unfortunate as it may be. This measly fight, where the outcome was already known to all who've bear witness to it.

And it had all started with a rejected request, from non-other than Venatores.

Flashback

Combat Class

"I refuse."

"... Excuse me?"

It wasn't as surprising as it sounded really, Venatores merely denied the challenge given to him by Mr. Winchester. It was already a given that it would happen. As Venatores had already prepped a book to read. One filled with strange symbols that I could not understand.

"You will get down here and fight!" Mr. Winchester screamed up to Venatores, looking on in absolute fury, his battle gear radiating the light shining down upon him.

"Huh, here I thought Ven would accept it first thing." Ms. Xiao Long whispered to her partner beside her, catching my ear as well. The lady in black simply looked at Ms. Xiao Long, her eyebrow raised slightly.

"What, did you see him earlier today?" Ms. Xiao Long questioned, her eyes shifting farther to the right at Lady Schnee. Whose eyes were focused on the ground in thought, as she ignored all of her surroundings. "I thought a fight was about to break out."

"I saw it." The young lady said quietly, her expression an unreadable mask of emotion. One not gained through practice, but experience.

How strange.

"Really, 'I saw it.'!" Ms. Xiao Long said in a loud whisper, her eyes wide. "That's all you have to say about it!? Half the school has already heard about it. Someone recorded the damn thing!"

"I'm just… reserving judgment." Ms. Belladonna spoke out, her eerie yellow eyes making its way to Venatores, who sat a little ways away from the others. She herself appeared confused about Venatores, as did most of the others who were looking at him.

I looked to my partner as well, staring at the enigma that was Venatores Luna. It was quite obvious that Venatores feelings about the title 'Hunter' were quite strong. I had never seen him lash out with such ferocity before, even in the week I has known him before Beacon.

Despite that, when confronted with the dangerous actions of a young entitled noble, he practically tore her throat out.

It made me wonder what sort of people these Hunters were, to earn such respect from him. It also made me wonder if there was a difference between a Hunter and Huntsman. However, I was brought out of his thoughts by the words of a certain Huntress.

"Mr. Winchester... I suggest you pick someone else as a sparring partner." Madam Goodwitch spoke up, her attention on the strange glass square on her arm. "Perhaps someone more on your skill level?"

"Excuse me!" Mr. Winchester stated, almost looking as if he had wanted to fight the teacher now. "Do you wish to repeat that!" The young adult finished, trying to appear as threatening to the Warrior before him.

It didn't work.

"Your skill level," Madam Goodwitch said, tapping the thing in her hand. "Is based upon the score you have earned in the entrance exam. Made up from the observations we had discovered during it." She finished, stopping her tapping.

"If you would look at the screen above me." Madam Goodwitch said, turning around to observe the screen herself. "You will see where you are ranked among your peers." Hmm, an interesting concept. One built as if to motivate others to grow stronger.

Faces appeared upon the screen, all of which were in the classroom at the very moment. They were just there, nothing else was special about them.

"Strength, skill, speed, and even how you manage your aura were all taken into account when making this list." Aura? What is Aura? I looked around the Coliseum, looking for any confused faces. The only confused face I saw however was… Venatores?

"Your Semblance will be later added to the list, though we will focus mainly upon physical combat for the semester." Semblance? It was used as if it meant something, but what? Even Venatores looked up from his book.

"As it is however, these are your current rankings in Physical Combat." It was then that the faces lined up vertically, as well as gaining a number to them. It was when I saw my face however that I grew surprised.

"'Mors Ignis. Enormous Strength. Speed: Adaqet. Skill: Polished. Aura usage: Undetermined. Rank, Tied for First.'" Madam Goodwitch read from the board, thankfully.

I was surprised really, I never had expected to be tied with someone. With the risk of sounding arrogant, I had thought I would be ranked number one. But it appeared I was tied with another.

"'Pyrrha Nikos. Strength: Above Average. Speed: Exceptional. Skill: Polished. Aura Usage: Undetermined. Tied for First'" Madam Goodwitch said, sounding slightly surprised at this. Pyrrha… Ah, Sir Jaunes partner. The other Knight in training under the stead of this academy.

I turned to look at the girl, who sat by Sir Jaunes side, only to realize she was already staring at me. Her eyes wide with surprise and in equal parts excitement. As if anticipating a new rival.

"'Venatores Luna. Strength, Above Average. Speed: Exceptional. Skill: Polished. Aura Usage: Undetermined. Tied for First." I turned my head once more, seeing Venatores still reading his book. Though the barest hints of surprise remained on his face.

"These are your three top students, for now of course." Madam Goodwitch turned to look at the classroom, which remained silent and awestruck for some reason. "Each showed themselves to be exceptional in one way or another. Even surprising us during the exam." She finished, a small almost unnoticeable smile upon her face.

"That said, however…" Then all the other faces of the classroom showed up, each one with a number of their heads.

"Hey, your ranked higher than me Blake!" Yang nearly shouted, oddly enough not at all affected by being proved less than her teammate. Blake looked at her rank, which was a solid fifth place. Though she didn't even seem fazed.

"Why are you happy about this?" Ms. Belladonna asked, not getting a response as Yang just continued to smile, as she looked at a certain Rose's score. Which appeared to be Fourth.

"Cause Sis beat you, duh." She said, wrapping an arm around the young maiden, who almost appeared to smile. But that smile quickly went back into a small frown, possibly due to the events before class.

"Let it be said, that this is only a combat examination, nothing more." Madam Goodwitch continued, her gaze stern on every student. "This is by no means something you should be reliant on. Even the weakest here could change the tides."

She turned to Mr. Winchester, his gaze still focused upon the screen. His eyes filled with slight outrage and fear. He could now see the gap between each person, but one would wonder if he truly comprehends them.

"Now I will ask again, who would you like to fight? I will remind you, they still have the choice to deny the request."

Mr. Winchester continued to stare at his placement. Then he looked at Venatores, his gaze filled with anger. But before Venatores could look up from his book, Mr. Winchester finally spoke up, speaking his choice.

"Jaune Arc."

One could say that Jaune Arc knew not when to quit. Even some of his friends have told him to deny the multitude of challenges given to him daily by Winchester. Yet still he accepted the battle nonetheless.

"Wahh!" Even now, after being thrown halfway across the stage, he tried to get up. Unable to allow himself to be brought down by Winchester. Sadly, he was brought down when Winchester stepped upon his back. Pushing his body into the ground.

"Enough!" Madam Goodwitch started, with a voice of steel and a poise even Dark Iron Tarkus would be hard pressed to beat. "The battle has ended."

"Hmph…" Cardin sighed, more than likely disappointed that he wasn't able to keep bullying Sir Jaune. "Whatever." He said, before leaving the stage with a demonic smile on his face.

Jaune did the same, though he had a slight limp in his walk as he did so.

Madam Goodwitch sighed, before turning to the class. "Now than class, can anyone tell me what Mr. Arc did wrong in his spar with Mr. Winchester?"

"He accepted the match." Winchester 'whispered' from his seat, turning to his teammates for a good laugh. They were quickly silenced by the combined glares of Madam, Team JNPR, and I. However, the damage was already done, as Sir Jaune looked at the floor with a dejected sigh.

"Does anyone have any constructive criticism on Mr. Arc's match?" She asked, looking around for any volunteers. When she didn't, she called someone at random.

"Mr. Luna," she started, catching my one-eyed teammates attention, who had just been silently reading. "Perhaps you can tell Mr. Arc what he did wrong?" If it were possible, Mr. Arc had sunk even further in to his chair. I couldn't fault him, Venatores has a way of being fairly blunt. Honest, but blunt.

He looked at Sir Jaune, his eye seeming to look at his very soul. "Yes Madam Goodwitch." He said, his eyes still bearing into the man's very soul. "For one, you swing your sword as if you were a novice." This caused a immediate reaction from Team CRNL, who had all began to chuckle.

"You incorrectly judge the distance between your blade and your opponent. You don't use it during the many openings that Winchester presents to you. Instead of attacking, you wish to put as much distance as possible between the two of you. Which would work wonders, if it weren't for your lack of a firearm. Finally, you have a shield. Please have the decency to use it once and awhile." With all that said, he returned to his book, ignoring the laughter that had come from Team CRNL

Jaune sighed, looking as depressed as the hollows of Blighttown. Ms. Nikos patted his shoulder, looking almost as sad as Jaune was. Winchester was living the high life however, laughing like some crazed lunatic.

"Thank you, Mr. Luna." She said, with a note of approval in her tone. "Now who can tell me what Mr. Winchester did wrong." Despite the question, Winchester still smiled cockily, as if he did nothing wrong during his fight with Sir Jaune.

Let us correct that. I raised my hand, looking at Madam Goodwitch.

"Mr. Ignis." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Winchester's smirk recede slightly. His smirk was still there, but it had almost become a sneer.

"While his strength is admirable, it is the only thing he uses." I spoke out, Winchesters smile turning into a nasty sneer. " He was playing with Sir Jaune, which is inexcusable on both the battlefield and this institute. He is also slow, focusing to much on power, which makes his speed lacking." Even I could still be quick while using Artorias' Blade.

"Thank you, Mr. Ignis." Madam Goodwitch, nodding at me in approval. Winchester glared at me however, as if I had wronged him. Which seemed incorrect as I had only said what I saw. "That concludes today's class. Your are free to go about your day as you choose." She then left the Coliseum, holding her scroll all the while.

I lifted up my supplies, carefully double checking that I had everything. Then I heard something strange, the sound of books collapsing onto the hard ground. I turned to my side seeing something despicable.

Jaunes books were knocked down to the ground, by none other than Winchester. He was smiling once more, a cocky smile. One that shouldn't be upon a Knight of this academy.

It irked me, more than it should have. But seeing someone as honorable as Sir Jaune be handled by that man. It was nothing short of infuriating, even more so that I couldn't combat him.

Should I be anywhere else, I wouldn't hesitate to bash his skull with the flat of my blade, but being here made it an entirely different matter. Here, I am the example. The example of what all Knights should one day become. I couldn't go about starting unneeded fights, except in the case of self defense. I also couldn't afford being kicked out of this school, as I have barely any knowledge of how this New Age works.

That, however, didn't stop me from trying to help Sir Jaune out.

Though it appeared someone had already beat me to it. Lady Nikos, who had become a great friend of Jaune's, had already kneeled down to help pick up the books for him, smiling all the while.

"T-thanks." Sir Jaune said, opening his bag a bit more. Possibly trying to make it so she could put the books in side of the bag. I was making my way towards him as well, hoping to help him out with his problems.

Then I saw his face. One that while smiling, was gripped with unrelenting sorrow. It was a face that I had only seen once in my life… One that belonged to a person who died wishing only for adventure.

Siegmeyer, the Adventurous Knight of Catarina.

The man who died by Daughters Hand.

"This Knight of Catarina expresses his deepest gratitude. I shall not forget this."

It wasn't exactly the same, Sir Jaunes expression was filled with the innocence and inexperience that Siegmeyer lacked. Something that shall not do for someone who will undoubtedly try to prove himself in this unforgiving world. Sadly he had no Darksign, that I had any knowledge of. So gathering this experience while fighting things stronger than him was nothing but dangerous.

However, in a controlled environment like this, it's only natural for him to grow slower than others. Truly this was a predicament to end all predicaments.

I couldn't help him. Not if I wished to destroy his confidence. But as his friend and fellow knight, I couldn't ignore this. His inability to fight properly would only grow further in the long run without help. Separating him further and further from his peers.

"Mors, you coming?" Sir Jaune said, bringing me out of my current mindset. This could be thought of later after all.

"Certainly!" I replied back, jogging to the team before me. Their eyes filled with what might have been a kin to happiness. Even Jaune had the look of happiness on his face as we moved to the dining hall with swiftness.

Well, Lady Valkyrie did anyways.

"I want Pancakes!" She screamed out, running down the hall with the swiftness of an arrow. I had always wondered what this pancake was, I still had not tried it yet, but from how the young lady was acting, I hope it was exceptional.

"They only serve them for breakfast on Mondays!" Sir Lie yelled out, now jogging towards the mess hall. I could not help but let out a little chuckle at the partners. Thus we were left alone, Ms. Nikos, Sir Jaune and I.

Each of us walked in silence, basking in it. I looked at Sir Jaune once more, seeing his slightly depressed look on his face. Perhaps the constant defeat is taking a toll upon his mind. It's understandable really, I've felt the same felling multiple times before.

The only difference was that my life was always on the line, while the thing Sir Jaune is in danger of is depression. It was still terrible, but I was slightly biased on this.

"Don't look upset Sir Jaune." I said, slapping his shoulder playfully. "Everyone loses a battle now and then, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Strangely enough, Sir Jaune was no longer sad. Rather, he appeared to be in pain, holding his shoulder.

"Thanks…" He said his voice in a lot of pain. Holding the shoulder that I had just slapped. "Wow, that hurt."

"A-apologies," I said, my hand finding a perch on the back of my head.

"Don't worry about it." He said, letting go of his shoulder with a pained smile. " I'm pretty sure you didn't mean anything bad by it."

"If you don't mind me asking Mors." Lady Nikos, spoke up with a curious expression on her face. "How strong are you?"

I turned to her, my expression questioning. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you do wield a sword that is larger than the average greatsword." Sir Jaune, slightly chuckling for a reason unknown. "Besides, I've been wondering the same thing since the DeathStalker incident."

"I'd say… average?" I knew not how these people scaled the strength of a person.

"You're just being modest." Lady Nikos spoke up, a slight smile gracing her lips.

"Well… I've never fully tested how strong I am." I said with slight awkwardness. "A chance had never arisen for me to test my might."

"We could always just go to the gym." Sir Jaune spoke up. "They're bound to have something we can 'test your might' against." He said, chuckling at what he had said. What was so funny?

"How about after dinner." Ms. Nikos asked, with a note of laughter in her voice.

"Hmmm… I don't recall much to do after dinner." I spoke up, pondering once more just in case. "All I have is homework." One that will still have to be done fairly slowly, possibly past it's date of due.

"Oh right… Homework." Sir Jaune said, growing slightly pale as if he had seen a demon before him. "... It can wait awhile. Come on, we have to get something to eat before we go to the gym."

It was only after dinner that the food settled into my stomach. A constant pleasant weight in my gut. It was sad to say that the food felt in no way as good when eating it.

It felt like nothing more than me chewing on it. No taste, it was just there. Only the sensation remained in my mouth during that time of eating. Such was one of the many sacrifices when one became undead.

It was mush inside of one's mouth, like a gruel without taste. It was hell, but a bearable one. It was nothing like treading through the abyss or the ruins of Lost Izalith. I don't even wish to remember Blighttown of all places.

We had already begun our walk to the Gym, quickly followed by Sir Jaune and Lady Nikos… Oh and Ms. Valkyrie and Sir Lie. Even Team RWBY seemed to be following us for some reason. Oddly, there was no sign of Venatores who had silently ate lunch with us. Not joining in any topic less it held interest to him.

Which was none of them sadly?

I was sad at his lack of social skills, yet it was not my place to judge his choices. Less they are cruel and unneeded.

"Why are you coming with us again?" Sir Lie spoke up, turning to the color coated team.

Lady Schnee spoke up, "Because we were curious towards Mors' strength as well." Continuing her calm and elegant walk.

"We were bored." Ms. Xiao Long translated. A smile on her face, as bright as the very sun above.

Sir Lie only nodded at the responses given to him. Almost as if he expected the response from the young maidens. Though seeing his companion, it was only natural that he was used to anticipating how people acted.

"How much farther to the gym?" I asked, curious of the directions to this gym. I still wondered what a gym was however. From how they acted it seemed to be some sort of training area. But why weren't we going to the Coliseum if that were the case?

Certainly a simple spar till first blood is better than any Gym. It is the closest thing to a true battle, those spars we do in class are mere child's play. Any young Knight could swing the sword trying to hit the other person. It took someone with true skill to last a true battle.

"Here we are." Lady Nikos spoke up, turning towards a see-through door. She reached into her pockets, pulling out her scroll. She then held it up to the door, which had suddenly showed her picture upon the door.

The door then lit up to a green color and a sudden click filled the air. Lady Nikos merely continued forward, opening the door and holding it for everyone else to enter.

I was stunned at the strange contraption that was taking the shape of a door. But everyone else appeared just fine with it, however, walking through the door with their usual expressions on their face.

So swallowing my shock I went through the 'door'. Appearing in another room filled with all sorts of from a machine that people appeared to be running on, to people climbing a ladder to nowhere.

It was a fairly big room, however it was cluttered by the many pieces of machinery in the area. Making it near impossible to go exploring inside of a small group. Which was making their way to a certain side of the room, one which had a label on it with two words that I had recently learned. 'Weight Room.'. What does weight have to do with anything and why was there a room about it?

I had entered the room, after everyone else of course. I wouldn't be a Knight if everyone else went first. It appeared the room was filled with more contraptions, which no one was using yet. Alongside multiple circular objects and poles. When I entered however, everyone was staring at the same thing. Each person had a slightly angry expression, or an expression that they no longer wanted to be here. Sir Jaune however, froze like ice. I turned to location and found the simple reason to why.

Winchester.

He lay upon a simple table, shirtless and sweating, that lay below a certain contraption. One that looked like it was meant to carry something of significant weight. Which might have been what Winchester was lifting, over and over again. Two large circles, mirroring each other as they balanced the pole out. Each one having some type of words on them. He placed the weighted pole upon the contraption. Hefting himself up, as he breathed a few deep breaths.

Finally he looked up, seeing our merry crew. Looking at all of us, till he stopped on Jaune, which caused him to smile. A cruel, cocky smile. "Well, if it isn't Jauney Boy and company." He spoke, getting up from his position. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh y'know…" Jaune said, smiling awkwardly at Winchester. His hand finding perch on the top of his head. "Hanging out, with… friends." He continued to look around, trying to avoid all types of contact with Winchester. Though it wasn't of much worth, as the man had already begun to ignore him. Instead, he began focusing on the more… pleasurable company in our rag-tag group.

"I am glad actually, it's boring to train without some… helpful spectators." He said, grinning with that disgusting smirk of his.

I swore, not even Ceaseless Discharge could get the girls to grimace as much as they did then. However, that expression was quickly replaced by anger. Especially Lady Schnee.

Sadly one of the young women didn't seem to understand what was happening. The other appeared not to care, as she continued to smile like nothing was said. These two were Miss Rose and Ms. Valkyrie.

Suddenly, Miss. Xiao Long's hands went to Miss. Rose's ears. The young rose let out a squeak of surprise, before she tried to hit the hands away from her ears. Sadly, it appeared in vain.

"Sorry I don't flirt with assholes." With that said, she removed her hands from Ms. Roses ears. Which finally gave Ms. Rose the opportunity to give a small glare at her sister. Which wasn't at all effective, especially compared to the glare Winchester was giving to her as well. Which was quickly erased from his face, as he once again smiled. Though it had appeared more forced than anything else.

"Besides, we came here to use that." Ms. Xiao Long said, pointing to a contraption that appeared to be exactly as the other.

"Oh don't tell me." He said, holding his hands up with a small laugh. Suddenly pointing at Sir Jaune once more, who had flinched back like it was a fist. "He's going to try to lift?"

Lift? Like Winchester was doing a short while ago with that odd contraption? Why would Sir Jaune do that?

"No, but Mors is." Ms. Belladonna spoke up quietly, a look in her eye that almost seemed like that of an animal. Ready to attack at any moment, whether it be by anger or fear.

Winchester, upon hearing my name, suddenly turned to me, a blank face on his expression as he looked at me. Then a look appeared in his eyes, one that had almost, almost, looked like one of respect. But that was shot down like a dragon before Hawkeye Gough.

"Really?" Winchester asked with a large smirk, as he grabbed a nearby towel. "Well then, why don't we make this interesting, hm?" He questioned, before wiping off all the sweat upon him.

"Interesting?" I asked as Ms. Rose and Sir Jaune echoed me, they too curious of what he was referring too.

"A competition," Winchester stated simply, the disgusting smile ever growing on his face. "A competition to see who can lift the most. Participants, yours truly. The wanna-be knight, and Jauney boy, over there."

Wanna-be Kn-! The arrogance on this boy! I may not be the most powerful of knights, but I had earned my title thorough years of training with the sword. It may no have helped much in the beginning of my journey, but it was something.

"Wait. Why am I included in this?!" Sir Jaune spoke up, sounding slightly terrified. I still have no understanding as to why he was though. It was not as if he was facing a dragon.

"Because I said so," Cardin said, moving to another contraption on the floor. "Now move!"

I had followed him, albeit angrily, towards the strange stick on the floor once more. Everyone else followed, curious about how this so-called competition would go.

It was, what was said before, a simple stick created out of metal. Like a polearm, but without an edge or point. How strange. Stranger still was the area around it, as it was covered by what looked like soft squares.

Winchester then moved four black circular objects towards the pole. Splitting each evenly on both sides, he then got behind the pole and began to lift.

Winchester's muscles tensed from the effort of lifting the heavy pole, so much so you could see his veins bulging. Slowly but surely, he brought the obviously heavy bar over his head.

As soon as he did, he quickly stepped back and dropped the strange pole onto the floor. The second it landed, the pole shook the room and everyone in it as if they were in a small earthquake.

"500 pounds." He stated simply with a savage grin, before turning to Jaune. "Let's see you try Jauney boy." He told the young knight-in-training, as he gave him a hard slap on the back.

As soon as he did, Jaune was almost launched towards the object on the ground. Almost forcing him out in the open to participate. He had almost appeared panicked at the large set of weights before him.

"Jaune!" Miss Nikos exclaimed, her voice filled with the notion of worry. It was quite a hard slap after all. Even the others appeared apprehensive, some less than others. Thankfully, Sir Jaune had caught his balance as he stood himself up. He then looked towards all of the faces of the crowd, seeing there worry.

"Um… I-I think I'm good. " Sir Jaune said, moving slowly away from the massive weights. It appeared the young knight at least knew of his own faults. He might not have been the strongest, or most skillful, knight. But there was still a certain something within the young knights eyes. Something that reminded him of his younger, more foolhardy years.

A certain will to move forward, no matter how many chose to try and squander it.

I had already begun to move towards the 'weights', as Sir Jaune made a quick retreat. His face unseen as he looked down at the floor, whilst Winchester gave a hefty laugh.

It still irked me, that a knight such as this could exist. Yet he couldn't question it either, he had seen far crueler knights before. True they may have thought him an insane Hollow, but they were cruel to him and his peers all the same.

I wanted to tell Sir Jaune that it was all right. That he need not prove himself to the others. Sadly I would have been lying.

To be a knight, he would have to prove himself sooner or later. Be it on the battlefield or to himself. One way or another, a test will follow him. Whether he completes it or died trying, was up to him.

Suddenly two hands were placed upon my back. I was surprised, but not enough to fall over on my face. More or so the surprise one would feel when someone surprised you as a joke. I merely gave a small jolt.

"Come on, big guy." Winchester said trying to push me from behind. Unable to do so as I remained balanced and strong. I didn't even move till I allowed myself to, as I walked towards the… weapon? It did appear it could be used as a two-sided hammer.

"Careful, it's heavy," Winchester said, his smile still filled with an arrogance unmatched by few. Only some lords could have that type of arrogance, and even then they have earned it.

I went into the same position as Winchester did, knees bent with hands grabbing the middle of the pole. I could barely feel the cool metal of the pole, as I calmly wrapped my hands around them.

"You got this Mors!" Ms. Rose said, yelling her support towards me, making my lips quirk into a small smile. Which was followed by a quick 'hush' from Lady Schnee. Not out of rudeness mind you, more so to give me a chance to focus. She was smiling just as wide as Ms. Rose, though with far more dignity.

It was then that I tried my very hardest to lift the object above me, with as much effort as possible… which had caused me to fall backward, hammer in hand.

It had caused what could only be described as an earthquake when I had fallen, shaking everything within the room because of my added weight.

Now, it wasn't as if the hammer was heavy, far from it in fact. It was actually fairly light. Not as light as the Artorias Greatsword, but still fairly light. Of course my definition of 'light' was far different from what others viewed as 'light'.

Winchester than began to laugh-out-loud for some reason. It was boisterous and loud as if he thought something was truly funny.

Everyone else had a different reaction, however. For some reason they had almost run up to me with shock, surprise, worry on their faces. Especially Ms. Rose, Sir Jaune and Madam Valkyrie. Each of them already by my side, trying to lift the hammer.

"Mors, are you okay!" Madam Valkyrie screamed out, heaving the hammer upwards with great strength. Which, with the help of Ms. Rose and Sir Jaune, was lifted off of me with great haste.

I didn't need their help however, as I quickly sat back up with the strange hammer in hand. The three young squires, now by my side, could only look with eyes wide in shock as I stood easily. Though, they weren't looking at me as much as they were looking at hammer in my right hand.

Which I had easily brought to my face, examining it with a raised eyebrow.

When I did, everyone's eyes shot wide open and their mouths fell open. Especially Winchester, who looked as if he had just seen Gwyndolin, Princess of Sunlight in the flesh.

I tilted my head slightly to the side, curious as to why they were all looking at me like that. When no one responded to my unvocalized question, I shrugged with the hammer in hand before walking back Winchester.

With his eyes still wide, he watched as I moved towards him, though he seemed distracted by his thoughts.

"I believe this belongs to you." I told him, holding out the hammer towards him, showing no strain in wielding the weapon. As soon as I said that, he stuck out his hands, his eyes and mouth still agape like that of a fish. I then dropped the hammer into them, which forced him upon the ground with great haste. His face had almost implanted the ground, if it weren't for his own strength.

"So… why are all of you staring at I in such a manner?" I spoke, confused at the amount of surprise shown on all of their faces. Each one more exaggerated than the next. Especially Sir Jaunes, who now wore an expression far similar to that Winchester's. Though this one held something more within it. A something that I couldn't expect.

A dual emotion, each one coinciding with the other. Admiration and Inferiority, two things that will coincide within a person's thoughts no matter what. When those see the mighty, they shall reflect it upon themselves. Some see chance, while others see impossibility. It is merely the darkness within, the humanity that they are 'blessed' with.

Though my thoughts, alongside Sir Jaunes were thrown aside. What with the timely intrusion of Ms. Rose. Who had rushed forward like a Dragonslaying Arrow, that is to say fast and true, stopping neatly below my large frame.

"That was so cool!" She screamed out, which also appeared to break everyone out of there stunned silence. Causing them to flood towards me as well, though some with far more tact then others. Especially when one notices the dark, maniacal grin on the young Valkyrie's face. As if planning something more devious than anything I've seen from her.

Others, like Ms. Xiao Long, saw this as a sort of challenge. One where they will try their hardest to defeat and go further beyond.

I didn't attend for any of that to happen though, I merely did as the boy instructed. Possibly as a ways to humiliate me. Thankfully it had appeared to fail, what with the recent incident of might.

"H-how?" Winchesters voice spoke through out the room, his face still slightly agape. He looked at me like I was some sort of Demon, oddly. It was uncomfortable, yet it wasn't as if I wasn't use to it. After all, I had gained far more hateful glares from… others.

"I simply lifted the hammer," I told him simply, my hand once more finding perch behind my head. Winchester looked at me in confusion for a second, though it was quickly replaced with an understanding look.

"It… It must be your Semblance. Like, some sort of super strength." Winchester said, his expression going back to a much calmer demeanor.

My semblance? What does that have to do with anything? I am still wondering what this Semblance could even be.

The people around me keep saying it, especially during the combat class. 'What is his/her semblance?', being the most common thing that I heard. They asked it to Ms. Rose, Xiao Long and Belladonna. Oddly enough, no one had asked for Lady Schnees as if they had already seen what it was.

The strangest thing was not the abilities however but there response. Speed, Doppelganger and, in the words of Ms. Xiao Long, the ultimate comeback. I didn't understand what each thing particularly meant, but I at the very least saw them in action.

Eye color that changed when angered. A speed so fast it is nigh untraceable. A sorcery that was created naught from a staff. Even the clone, which takes the replacement for a blow. All things that were nigh comprehensible. They were… so very strange.

Each thing was a sorcery, that much even I could gain. One which I had no experience in. I was more determined than the average scholar, but it would be for naught. After all, I am not very intelligent.

I even saw some Miracles, alongside Pyromancy. Though it was to a far lesser degree than even I was able to accomplish. While I wasn't the most talented of pyromancers, I could still do more than just give out a thin stream out of it. Especially with the help of a certain Daughter of Chaos.

It was without a doubt peculiar, I don't even know the whereabouts of the school where these techniques were birthed. Even more peculiar was why they were all so different from the other.

Though, I doubt that I would gain anything from learning these techniques. I had already mastered my craft, it would do no good to try and master another and try to implement it into my current fighting style.

"I apologize, but you are incorrect." Drawing attention back to me. "My semblance is not… super strength." I finished, my words sounding tired at the words 'super strength'. Why were such words even combined, strength is strength. How could it possibly be super?

Everyone processed that slowly, mouths once again agape in surprise. I didn't see why it was so important though, it was just a simple hammer. I wasn't as if I laid hands upon the sword of Gwyn himself.

Oh speaking of Gwyn, it appeared that the sun was about to set. The time to retire for the night was nigh.

"Apologies, I must be going to my room now. Night is upon us." I said, raising my hand in a simple to the exit of this weird area. Though no one seemed to follow me, in fact everyone seemed to remain quiet once more. Appearing to be in the middle of processing the truth that I had left them once more.

I wonder what other words I can learn tomorrow morning.

It was now fairly late into the night. Around the very hour of nine, if the apex of the moon was anything to go by. Despite that however, I was studying the new language a bit more, like more words and how they are put together.

For example, I have just created the sentence, 'Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight, gave himself to the flame.' a fairly difficult sentence that had taken me a day to perfect it.

This language, known simply as the 'English' was a very difficult thing to master. So many difficult things about it, alongside the strange, yet catchy, sayings of it.

I mean, what does 'I before E, except after C," even mean? It was truly strange to behold.

I had hoped to continue with my writing, when something had filled the room. The sound of a door opening, not inside of our own room. As soon as the sound was heard, rustling sounded from the beds. I turned my head quickly, seeing Venatores, awake. A throwing knife in the tip of his fingers, ready to throw at a moments notice.

I myself fared no better, reacting to the noise with a thrown back chair. It was not as if the sound was like that of a demon, but it was still not good for my nerves. I had seen many a rogues come through the doors on my journey, each weapon causing me to die from blood loss over and over again.

Thankfully, neither of us had done anything rash. Venatores, who had seen me react, merely put his knife down, slowly. Getting back into his bed, knife still in his hand.

I, however, was far more curious, then the self-proclaimed Hunter. It was close to curfew, after all, a curfew that will get you in trouble if broken.

Besides, from the closeness of the sound, the door that was opened came from our neighbors, Team JNPR. It would be wrong for me to ignore such a dastardly deed, that may get one of my colleagues in danger.

Even if it did get myself in trouble.

I walked towards the door, as quietly as my large steps would make me. Hoping to not awaken Venatores. For both his sake and my own, I did not wish for a knife in my back after all.

I slowly opened the door, willing it to not even make a noise in the night. Which was not that difficult of a task. I then closed it, the door making a slight click sound, as the lock went into place… alongside a thump as a knife impacted the door.

Maybe we should plate the door with iron, just in case. It wouldn't do well for the staff to see the many knicks within the door.

It was then that I had heard steps, ones that were going with a quiet rush to the grounds. I turned to the area, barely seeing a flash of metal before it had turned down the hallway.

It appeared that they were going to the courtyard, a strange place to go in the night. But not uncommon.

I quietly followed the person, which was a bit more difficult than I thought it was, what with my loud steps against the wood floor. When I had finally reached the way to the corridor, I had heard more noises.

The sound of a blade being swung.

Looking around the corner of the hall, I finally saw who was there. Sir Jaune.

He was swinging the blade, in many different ways. Each swing of his longsword making a beautiful sound against the rather calm night. The light reflecting off of his sword and shield, causing them to look ethereal in their design.

I stood there and watched him, observing him as he practiced.

Sadly, it would almost, almost, appear that the practice was for nought. After all, each swing was going to far to the side, almost making him fall. His stance was far too close, also giving him less balance. However the most important thing wrong, was how he only appeared to work on his sword arm, instead of using his shield.

The shield almost appeared useless by his side. He only ever continued to swing the sword around, like some type of flail. Which was unprecedented for any shield user around.

The shield, for some swordsman, is the most useful thing in their repertoire. Able to block most damage in any given situation. It was almost always required in any given situation.

However, Sir Jaune used it as if he had never even seen a shield before. How strange in a world of knights.

So very strange.

Next thing I knew, Sir Jaune stopped swinging. His breath rugged and uneven, breathing in the cool and crisp night air. He dropped down onto the ground, trying to catch his breath. HE didn't move for the longest of times, instead of choosing to look up into the night sky. At the moon above, it's shattered glory staring down at us.

"Damn it." Sir Jaune spoke sounding saddened despite the training he just did. He said nothing more after that, he had simply kept looking at the sky. Yet those two words made the atmosphere change all the same. From what was once a beautiful night, became a dreary one. Filled with longing and sadness.

One that simply could not do. He may have remained me of that simple Knight of Catarina, but this should not go on much longer. No matter how dangerous it might be.

I waked to the young knight, who still lay on the courtyard before us. Each step as quiet as possible. It was when I got close enough that I had begun to speak.

"A beautiful night, tis naught." My voice as loud as a dragon within the courtyard. Causing Sir Jaune to rise almost immediately, with a face filled with shock.

"M-mors!" He screamed out, flinching when he realized how loud his voice was. "What are you doing here?" Quieting his voice down to below a whisper.

"I had merely heard something, and grew curious," I spoke, finally standing right next to his sitting form. "May I?" Gesturing to the ground.

Sir Jaune, quickly realizing what I meant, moved over a tiny bit. Taking that as a means to sit, I fell to the ground, cross-legged.

"Thank you, kindly," I said, turning my head to Sir Jaune. "Now then, something appears to be troubling you. May I ask what it might be?"

The young squire merely turned his head away from my gaze, appearing to be in deep thought. "Nothing's wrong, just… training." He said weakly, appearing to not even appear to believe himself.

"It is about your loss today, against Winchester." Sir Jaune turned his head towards me, which only helped me realize that it was. I merely nodded my head. "Tis understandable."

For a while Mr. Arc didn't respond, he merely stared at me. Looking at me in the same manner that he did in the weight room. "It's nothing to worry about. I just… need to work harder."

"Tis true. At this time, you will have trouble beating him. Not that you didn't realize." I said, slowly as to hopefully not pain him.

"Yeah…" Sir Jaune continued, more sadness exuding from him. "I-I just… I wish could be like you guys." He said, looking in my direction.

I was slightly confused at that. Like us? "If you may elaborate?"

"... Pyrrha is the Untouchable Queen, Champion of the Coliseum. Weiss is the Heiress to a profitable company. Ruby came here two years earlier than she was supposed to be. Even Cardin comes from some rich family. I wouldn't even be surprised if you came from some talented family of warriors." Sir Jaune continued, his voice getting louder and more bitter. "But me? I'm just… Jaune."

"You guys have so much talent. Everything going for you in the end. I became a leader out of luck, maybe even pity." Sir Jaune said, raising his hands to the sky. "No matter how much I work… how could I even think of shining like you guys."

…

"I would be lying if I say that the people you have mentioned, have some sort of luck going for them." I spoke slowly, thinking of Ms. Rose in particular. For the reason she came here, was cause she stopped a robbery, while Ozpin was watching. Sir Jaune slowly sunk to the ground at that, thinking that I was done. "But I must correct you on one thing."

It was at that point Jaune towards me, looking at me with what appeared to be Contempt. Almost waiting for my reply, of whatever he thought.

"I don't come from a family of warriors. I came from a simple guild, filled with the most common of warriors." I looked up to the sky, each star shining like a distant sun. "Each one more common than the next… then there was me. Standing their, like an outsider through the window."

"I was but a simple child, one who never knew anything of the sword. Standing around people, those of who seemed to be shining brighter than the stars above. Then one of them had come up to me… he asked what I was doing there. So I told him."

"'I wanted to be strong.' I expected many things from him. One of them was laughter, for I was young, so very young. Not even old enough to properly wield a simple short sword."

"Yet he didn't. He merely nodded, almost as if he expected it. He then brought me to the back of the guild, and picked up a short sword."

"Twas the first sword I had ever laid my hands upon. Even gave me a shield, a small one mind you. Next thing I know we were outside, others practicing in the yard. Each one much older than me. Then pointed me to a single spot."

"He then told me, 'Try to keep up.' At the time I didn't understand what he meant, and he walked a little way to the side. Then he pointed to another child, one so much bigger than me."

"Twas the first time I lost a fight. Mind you, it was completely one-sided. I could barely lift the sword after all. Yet, the man said a single word. 'Again.'"

"This went on for several weeks. Day after day, twenty battles a day. I came to that guild and fought the same person again and again. Each day, left me with many cut, bruises, sores, scabs, and even the occasional muscle tear."

"My opponent quickly got tired of me. Each week, using less and less energy each time. At one point, he only used his shield to fight me. Then, after a few more weeks, I won."

"He was trying to tell the instructor something and turned his attention away from the fight. He put his shield in my direction, it was then I saw my chance. I ran forward, as fast as possible, with reckless abandon. Then, I plowed into the shield throwing the boy off-balance."

"I stood over the boy, his face looking frazzled at the implications of what happened. Even more so when I kicked the sword to the side, and pointed my sword down. It was my first win against anyone."

"It was after that practice session, and a final beating from the angry boy, did the man come back. He congratulated me on my first win with a clap on the back, and a small drink. Which I drank with great vigor. It was then he asked me something. Something that shocked me greatly in that moment. 'How did it feel to beat the most talented kid in this guild.'"

"What!?" Sir Jaune finally said, just as shocked as I was at that moment so long ago. "You beat the strongest person in that Guild!"

"I had asked the same question, my exciting as obvious as the sun above. He answered with a simple 'No.'"

"Huh, b-but that doesn't make sense." Sir Jaune said, getting up from his seated position. "How could you have beaten the most talented person there, yet not?"

"I didn't understand it myself, but before I could ask the man left. It is only after a long age of thinking, did I understand."

"Understand, what?" Sir Jaune said, his head turning a bit to the side.

"The difference between talent and work." I said getting up as well, fully turning to Sir Jaune once more. "You see Sir Jaune, the boy was talented with the art of sword and shield. So talented, that he neglected to train with it. He stayed exactly where he was, content with his current skill in the shield. All while never realizing, that he was being surpassed by others."

"... Oh… Oh!" Sir Jaune said, his eyes now wide with realization. I merely laughed at his expression, finding it a tiny bit funny. "So, what your saying is-"

"Correct," I said, smiling a brightly similar to the sun.

"... I don't exactly no how this involves me though." Sir Jaune said, looking once more confused.

"Tis simple really. The more you fight in any style, the better you will get, even if it doesn't show just yet. So don't give in just yet. Keep marching to that light you see at of this unventured path, tis there you will find it. The one thing that, even I have not found in this world." Something that a great man would die for in the end.

"What…?" Sir Jaune said, looking up to me even once again.

"A Sun." I expected many things from Sir Jaune in that moment, confusion, understanding. But none of those emotions passed through him in that moment. In fact the emotion was simply, surprise.

"Um… What do children have to do with this?" He said slowly, as if he were approaching a Dragon.

"What… Oh. N-no Sir Jaune, you misheard. The SUN, as in the one that gives light." I said, quickly, realising his unfortunate error.

Sir Jaunes face then quickly changed once again. His mouth forming an circular object, similar to the letter 'O' in the english language.

"To put it simply… you must find what guides your path. What leads you to fight, even the most impossible of battles." I said, my hand slowly finding perch upon his shoulder.

"But do not be mistaken. Tis not something that can be found with sword and shield alone. Nor can it be found with those who don't have the heart to continue, nor those who don't have the will to follow this sun. But most importantly… it can not be found alone." Sir Jaune looked at me, with something similar to fear at my words. Though it was to be understood.

"This world is a very cruel. So very cruel, that it doesn't matter if you are a strong. It will swallow you, like an unending abyss. Tis why your allies are so important… they are an ember that can briefly light that night. Ones that can guide you, if ever briefly to the end. But, you must also find your own strength to continue, be it from these embers, or other means. You only need strength of heart, faith, and body " The young boy looked almost overwhelmed at this, which is understandable. But he needed to hear this. He needed to see the things that he already had.

"But in you I already see the heart. I already see the faith, which appears only willing to grow." My gaze turned heated towards him, one filled with a passion unmatched by only one. "Within you I see a promise, that no one can yet see."

"All that remains, is to strengthen that arm, yes?"

Sir Jaune looked at me with a look of awe and surprise. I did not know the reason why, nor did I need to.

"So I will teach you a certain technique, one that I learned in that guild so many years ago."

"Technique?"

"Yes, a technique that all shieldsman should learn." I turned around, looking into the distance. Remembering all the times this technique had saved my Undead life. "One that can combat even the most skilled of warriors and defeat them. One day, it might even save your life."

"What type of technique is it?" Sir Jaune asked, sounding almost excited.

" A difficult technique, one that requires many failures just to get a single one correct." I turned to him once more, holding out my hand. "Your shield, if I may?"

Sir Jaune, quickly pulled the sword out of his sheath/shield. Almost clumsily with how eager he touched something on the sheath, causing it to unfold into a standard kite shield. Twas then my hand felt the cool metal of the shields handle.

Twas an even better shield than he thought. The balance was perfect, almost hauntingly so. Sadly, it was light as a feather. Something that I didn't particularly like in any sort of shield, but it will do.

"The name of this technique is simple, unlike the means to complete it." I said, getting into a proper shielding stance. "It's called… the Parry!"

But I was once more shocked. Sir Jaune almost seemed… disappointed!

"Strike me." Sir Jaune looked confused in that moment, but he didn't ask questions. He merely got into a swordsman stance, a rather sloppy one. It didn't matter.

He would fall either way.

He then swung the sword, a slow and weak swing. Probably to avoid harm to me. Twas another of the many mistakes he had made while swing that sword. Light grip, while also too high on the pommel.

It was when it was around the apex of the slow swing, did I swing the shield forward.

The next thing that happened was simple. Sir Jaune, laying on the ground a dazed look upon his face. While his sword was currently in the air, circling like that of a cyclone. It had then landed onto the dirt of the courtyard, its sharp edge digging into the soft earth.

"This, is the Perfect Parry. One that makes you put all your strength into doing this single action. It leaves a many a openings, requiring the greatest of timing. But if done correctly…" I merely at gestured at Sir Jaune's position, one that left him dazed. Completely open for anything.

I took off the shield, placing it right by Sir Jaune. I then walked to the sword, picking it up out of the dirt, as if it were a feather.

"Now then… let us begin."

"... What do you mean by that?" Sir Jaune asked, a slight hint of fear in his voice.

"Simple really, I swing at you, you try to parry." Turning to Sir Jaune once more. A small smile growing on my, almost unnoticeable in the dark of the night.

"W-when do we stop?" Sir Jaune asked once more, his growing noticeably pale even in the pale moonlight.

"... When you can't move, either from injury or exhaustion."

"... C-c-can we do this tomorr-"

"BEGIN!" It was then that I ran forward toward Sir Jaune, sword held high above my head.

It was later in the morning, that many of the women in the academy were questioned. Apparently some people couldn't sleep cause of a young maiden screaming throughout the night.

*Author is seen rolling on the floor, laughing all the while.*

ShadeReaper: Come on it's not that funny… You have to laugh just a bit longer! Then it will be complete

Authur: HAHAHHAHAHAHA! … Better?

ShadeReaper: Much!

Okay, I'm sorry for how long this took. I could have gotten it out sooner but I was… distracted by something.

A Random Fan: What were you distracted by?

… an anime.

Another Random Fan: What Anime could have possible to distract you that much?

… I don't even have to say the title, all I need to say is five words from it's opening.

A Random Fan: What are these words.

…..

SONO CHI NO SADAME!

All the fans together: JOOOOOOOOOOOOOJOOOOOOOOOO!

All is forgiven!

That's right, I finally had the time to watch Jojo's Bizarre Adventure! And I loved it!

Jonathan Joestar, AKA JoJo

Joseph Joestar, AKA JoJo

Jotaro Kujo, AKA JoJo

Josuke Higashikata, AKA JoJo

Giorno Giovanni, AKA GioGio

Jolyne Cujoh, AKA JoJo

Johnny Joestar, AKA JoJo

And some weird copycat dude who has the same name as Josuke. ( Not that far yet.) AKA JoJo

IT'S AWESOME! I couldn't stop thinking about, so much so that it affected my work. But I will try to get the Jojo craze under control… Emphasis on try.

I might have to write it out to get out of my head, ONESHOTS ONLY!

Seeya next time. `