Location: Beacon Combat Class – Early Afternoon

It was a rare peaceful afternoon at Beacon Academy. The students were gathered in the training room, preparing for the day's combat class. Team RWBY was assembled, albeit with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. Deadpool, as usual, was doing anything but what he was supposed to be doing.

Ruby's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Alright, guys! I've been practicing my moves, and today Deadpool's going to teach me some of his cool techniques!"

Weiss facepalmed. "You cannot possibly be serious, Ruby. Please tell me you're joking."

"Joking about what?" Deadpool asked, suddenly appearing behind her in an exaggerated sneak pose. "I'm here to teach the kid some high-level, highly-advanced, 100% functional combat flair."

Yang gave him a thumbs-up. "This I gotta see."

Blake simply sighed, glancing at the ceiling. "I'm not sure if I'm more afraid of his combat techniques or his teaching style."

Weiss folded her arms, eyes narrowing. "Both are equally terrifying."

Deadpool dramatically threw a fist into the air. "First rule of Deadpool's Combat School: Always make it flashy!" He struck a pose, perfectly balancing on one leg while holding a katana over his head like an opera singer preparing for the big finale.

"Do you seriously not get the difference between 'flashy' and 'dangerous?'" Weiss groaned.

Ruby's excitement was palpable. "Come on, Weiss! I want to try! You can't tell me this won't be fun!"

Deadpool grinned. "That's the spirit, kiddo! Now, first move: The Wade Special!"

Cue: The "Wade Special"

Ruby stood in front of Deadpool, ready to learn. The other students watched from a distance, either with curiosity or apprehension. Deadpool's instructions were… unusual at best.

"Alright, kiddo. You gotta spin. A lot." He twirled around, throwing a dramatic flourish. "Then you throw yourself into a dramatic slide, leap in the air, and stab everything within a three-foot radius. Bonus points for making sure your enemies get really confused. Like, very confused."

Ruby blinked. "Uh… are you sure this is safe?"

"Safe? Who needs safe?" Deadpool said, grinning as he backflipped into the air and threw a series of dramatic slashes. "You gotta give them style, Ruby. STYLE!"

Ruby, not wanting to be outdone, mimicked the movements—spinning wildly, dramatically leaping into the air, and trying to stab invisible enemies around her. It was… less than graceful. In fact, she almost landed in a split and faceplanted onto the floor.

"Whoo, that was great!" Deadpool shouted, not noticing her complete lack of technique. "You're really getting it, kid! Now do it with more flair!"

"More flair?" Ruby asked, confused.

"Yes! More spins! More flips! More!" Deadpool continued, waving his katanas dramatically like he was leading a Broadway show.

Ruby did a hesitant twirl, then attempted a dramatic leap… and promptly collided with the nearest wall.

"Oops," she muttered, rubbing her shoulder. "Maybe a little less flair?"

"Never!" Deadpool shouted, completely unfazed by her mishap. "Remember, Ruby: More flair, less care!" He gestured to the rest of Team RWBY. "Who needs precision when you can have chaos?"

Weiss took a deep breath, her patience waning. "That's it. I'm stopping this now before someone actually gets hurt." She stormed forward. "Ruby, you are not learning from him."

The Weiss Meltdown

Deadpool glanced over his shoulder at Weiss. "Aww, come on, Ice Queen! Where's your sense of fun?"

"I'm not having fun watching my partner roll around like a lunatic!" Weiss snapped. "What happened to good, solid technique?"

"Solid is overrated, sweetheart," Deadpool said, waving his katanas around. "I'm more of a 'spontaneous explosion of skill and ridiculousness' kind of guy."

Weiss took a step forward, clearly preparing to give a lecture. "You're an untrained idiot with no concept of—"

SLAM!

Deadpool suddenly leaped over her, landing in front of her with dramatic flair and a pose that screamed absolute idiot. "Ta-da! The Deadpool Special! What do you think?"

Weiss stared at him, stunned for a moment before gritting her teeth. "You are insufferable."

"Oh, come on!" Deadpool said, leaning in close to her, "I'm just trying to help! A little chaos never hurt anyone. Well, except maybe those Grimm back there, but we all know they deserved it."

Weiss couldn't hold back anymore. "You are an infuriating, reckless, irresponsible mess of chaos! You've taught nothing except bad habits, and you're getting people hurt!"

Team RWBY looked at each other, unsure whether they should stop her or let her finish. Ruby opened her mouth, but Deadpool interrupted, putting a hand to his ear.

"Is that the sound of angry Weiss I hear?" Deadpool asked dramatically, cupping his ear. "Oh, wait, it is! That's the 'I can't take it anymore' pitch. I know it well."

Weiss was so done. "If you don't stop messing around, I'm throwing you in the dungeon myself."

"Aw, but I thought we were having fun!" Deadpool said, giving her a half-hearted pout.

Yang chuckled. "Let it go, Weiss. This is basically what happens when you're around Deadpool."

Blake finally spoke up, a dry smirk on her face. "It's like herding cats. Except, you know, crazier."

Back to Somewhat Training

Deadpool stood up straight and gave Weiss a dramatic bow. "Alright, alright, Princess Iceberg. I'll let you have your peace. But Ruby—" He grabbed her by the shoulders. "—we're not done yet. Next move: The Spinning Sword Slash."

Ruby glanced at Weiss nervously. "Um… are you sure this is—"

"Trust me," Deadpool interrupted, slapping her lightly on the back. "It's totally safe. Just spin like crazy and slice everything in sight."

Ruby took a deep breath. "Here goes…" She started spinning again, this time attempting to cut air instead of slamming into a wall.

Weiss, still fuming, folded her arms. "This is madness. You've created a monster."

Deadpool gave her a thumbs-up. "I prefer to think of myself as a chaotic catalyst for growth!"

Aftermath

By the end of the class, Ruby was drenched in sweat, her spin-moves having done little except exhaust her. Deadpool, on the other hand, was unscathed and clearly pleased with himself.

Weiss, however, was ready to lose it. "I cannot believe we're allowing this madness to continue."

Yang grinned. "We've only got ourselves to blame at this point."

Blake rolled her eyes. "This is just… why do we even bother?"

Ruby, panting heavily, gave Deadpool a big thumbs up. "That was awesome! But, um… maybe next time, slightly less flair?"

Deadpool grinned. "I'm happy to adjust somewhat—but remember, Ruby: Flair is life!"

Weiss shook her head, her usual composure lost. "If this is what Beacon is going to be like with you here, I'm transferring to Vacuo. Or, maybe Mistral. Anywhere but here."

Deadpool chuckled, turning to the camera again. "Well, folks, looks like I'm gonna be running the show for a while. See you next time, where I probably break something important. Or someone. Stay tuned!"

To Be Continued…

Next Chapter: Deadpool inadvertently causes a mild scandal at Beacon by teaching an "improvised combat technique," resulting in multiple injuries, a diplomatic incident, and Ozpin having a very long talk with him about "expectations."