Disclaimer: I do not own Red vs. Blue, RWBY, nor the items and lore from Halo. They belong to Rooster Teeth and 343 Industries respectively.
Remnant's history was a treasured aspect in all the four the kingdom's society. It helps people understand events in the past and how it turned the way things are today in the present. Countless records and narratives have been preserved and protected so that future generations will be made aware of their significance. Famous heroes and other notable individuals have been immortalized through their deeds and contributions that will have them commemorated for centuries.
But history is not celebrated by everyone's eyes. The past hasn't been without its share of atrocities, such as the Great War and the enslavement of faunus. But it is because of events like these that they fill up the archive of history that people will learn and hope to prevent from happening ever again.
Now, if only a certain bunch of soldiers would actually listen instead of just monkeying about with their usual antics. The reds and blues were given a wide berth from the other students due to what went down with grimm studies, and it's only fair that they continue to do so, if they do not want to get caught up with the Sim Troopers head scratching shenanigans.
And so, the second class of the day begins. It was time for probably another boring ass lecture, the group collectively thought, aside from Simmons. The maroon member of the Reds fails to understand on why his less-intellectual comrades think that History was a useless subject. Without history, the present could not be possible, said some wise philosopher. Studying has always been a big part of Simmons' life. Sure, he wasn't socially inclined because he spent most of his time reading books. But he didn't give a shit. If it was your passion, why not go ahead and pursue it.
"Oh, chin-up you idiots. We could really learn something here" he whispered to them in annoyance. They were still bored and instead spent their time doing their usual shit, except for Locus who was preparing his stuff. Grif didn't listen as he fell asleep directly from the moment he sat his ass on the bleachers. Class did not even start yet.
"Jeez Simmons, you sure are pumped up for this." Tucker muttered, nearly falling half asleep because of boredom. The intellectual Red, as he described himself, scoffed in annoyance as he, like the rest of the crew didn't take this seriously.
"It's history you cockbite. How could I not?"
"Haven't they taught this shit in high school already?"
Simmons wiped his glasses clean off first before responding to that question. "Of course, I know that, but this is from Remnant's perspective, not ours."
"It's probably just the same old song and dance that we've heard countless of times before."
"I don't know about that, I've got a hunch that it might not. Locus agrees with me, right?" he turned to said mercenary who only grunted in response. Tucker did not know if he meant that or he just did in the hopes of not getting pestered but Simmons took it as a yes. Tucker sighed as he turned away.
"Whatever" he muttered. The aqua member of the blues tried to find something to entertain himself with. He heard the doors open and in came the rest of the students. Coincidentally, Sarge and a green haired man, which was probably their instructor for the day entered from another door. Sarge appeared to be carrying some books. It could either be a generous move as he was a supposedly new staff member or it was just to show off how strong he is, Tucker thought. Well, it was Sarge after all so he was inching towards the latter.
He turned his head and saw a familiar set of eyes that was glaring his way. It was the white-haired chick that was berating him earlier at grimm studies. Both of them were locked in an intense staring competition. Tucker had a more teasing look in his eyes rather than a pissed of one. Her partner, the girl in red desperately tugged her away in an attempt to diffuse the situation. From what he had heard, she was the leader of her team.
It seems that prissy girl, he did not know her name so he instead just called her that, does not hold the girl in red with high regard. If the rumors were to be believed, they said that she is only fifteen. It must be because that her leader is around two years her junior, or it might be that she was not selected to be the team leader was an explanation as to why prissy girl is in a sour mood.
The two walked away followed by a black-haired beauty with stunning amber eyes and a ridiculously large bow on her head with an unreadable expression on her face. She was probably a teammate and then-
Tucker gasped in awe as he felt his world was turned upside down. A pretty girl with flowing, luscious golden hair and, in his humble opinion, the most beautiful set of lilac colored eyes looked at him with a small smile and shrugged with an apologetic look which said 'what can you do about it?'
He regained his bearings as he felt he was gawking at her for a while and offered her a charming smirk with a wink. The girl chuckled which made his heart do flips and acrobatics in his chest. A girl actually acknowledging him. She waved him a goodbye and walked off with the raven-haired girl who was probably her partner and followed her teammates to where they were sitting. He sighed contently as he watched her go. He was enjoying the moment until it was rudely interrupted by an elbow to his side.
He threw a disdainful look to the one who did it as he was still busy admiring the glorious view in front of him. Church had an unimpressed expression.
"What?" the ladies' man of blue team asked indignantly.
"Don't get involved" was all that Church said which confused Tucker.
"Huh?"
Church sighed tiredly and responded. "Hey, we were told to not make relations or connections with the people here."
"I know that."
"The way you stared at her suggested otherwise."
Tucker looked away and crossed his arms over his chest. Church scratched his chin before talking. "Look, I am not saying that you do not get to talk or interact with her. Just make sure that when you hang out together, it doesn't open any chances of you two even getting remotely close to first base."
Tucker smiled in gratitude. "Thanks buddy."
"Fuck you."
*Ahem*
Everyone's attention was focused on the bespectacled man standing at the center of the room. His green hair was disheveled and his shirt was not tucked properly into his pants. He was holding a thermos and filling his mug with coffee.
"Good morning my dear students. My name is Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck. You can call me doctor Oobleck for short. Just don't forget the doctor, I didn't earn my PhDs for fun you know?"
His voice was unnervingly familiar. The sim troopers and mercenaries slowly turned their heads to Caboose who was smiling happily, not knowing that the man apparently sounds like him. As usual, it just flew right over Caboose's head, not understanding what's going on.
"Why is everyone looking at me? Are we playing a game?"
"Oh gods, I can't believe I have to listen to this shit in stereo now" Church bemoaned. "It's like hearing a smart Caboose talk."
"Smart Caboose… Oxymoron of the day gents" supplied Simmons.
The man then zipped around the room, surprising everyone to see how fast he went. It must have been the coffee making him hyperactive in order for him to teach. Dr. Oobleck seemed very eager.
"Yes, it seems that all of you are present today. I shall be taking attendance at the end of class so for now, I will be giving you an overview about what our class will be."
Locus took note of that and wrote down that this class was mandatory.
"As you now know, I am your teacher in history class" Oobleck began to pace around the room. "You may be wondering as to why all of you are learning this instead of focusing on fighting and weapons or anything you children view as Hunstman work."
"Our academies teach you how to fight, to learn how to defend. But, do remember that huntsmen and huntress are not only skilled physically, they also must be keen, insightful, and intellectual. Which is why we also teach theoretical classes in order to help you sharpen your mind and understand everything around you better."
"But what has history got to do with this?" a student voiced their question.
Oobleck was quick to face them and eagerly answer. "Why, history is important my dear student! Understanding how past events shaped current events is one of the benefits of studying history. Learning from the past helps us understand who we are and how we got here, as well as how to prevent mistakes in the future and steer society in better directions! All of you can get to have a great experience from the various lessons that I will teach you, and some artifacts to show just how incredible history is for us, so who's with me?" he asked excitedly while swinging his arm to show his enthusiasm
"Yes!" Simmons cheered and clapped his hands but quieted down. He was now beginning to wonder why everyone was staring at him silently. No one answered except him apparently. Sarge was dozing off after the rant, which wasn't helping the doctor's case. The sleeping sergeant was abruptly awoken by a spitball courtesy from Grif, much to his chagrin and glared at the offender. This prompted a few laughs.
Oobleck sighed as he adjusted his glasses. Not a lot of students enjoy this subject and some find it quite boring apparently. Well, it wasn't everyone's taste so he just went on with his task for the day.
"Moving on from that, for our first lesson of this semester, we will be discussing one of the most interesting topics, one that is ought to keep you from entering dreamland, the history between our four kingdoms, and Gulch…"
The troopers shared looks with each other as what Oobleck said gathered everyone's attention, even Grif.
"Now, who can tell me what the Great War was about?" he asked.
One hand raised up, belonging to the white hair girl.
"Yes, miss Schnee?"
"It was a deadly conflict among our kingdoms and that so-called country of Gulch" she said while emphasizing the fingers and hinting a bit of mockery towards the end.
That did not sit well with the troopers.
"Excellent! Already contributing to the lesson, I see" the green haired instructor said in approval. "Alright, now who can tell me how it was resolved?"
Simmons was quick to raise his hand, which Oobleck nodded for him to answer. "The aftermath of the gruesome bloodshed was that Gulch handed defeat to the four kingdoms after being oppressed and getting handed too many losses. They were the clear victors of the war which led to the-
"Excuse me, what?"
He was interrupted by the same girl.
"Miss Schnee, it was rude of you to interrupt him while he was saying his answer" Oobleck reprimanded the girl, who then looked at him apologetically.
"My apologies for my behavior professor-
"Doctor!"
"I mean, doctor, but I believe there was some error in his answer."
Simmons looked peeved after that. "What error?" he rebuked. Sensing that there was some tension about to erupt, Doc pulled calmly on Simmons' uniform sleeve. "Easy buddy, no need for an argument."
Dr. Oobleck adjusted his glasses before stopping the squabble. "I believe we should let this gentleman continue his answer before any conclusions or arguments that may be brought up. You may proceed, young man."
Simmons nodded in thanks. "Thank you doctor. As I was saying, after Gulch claimed victory, the other four kingdoms decided that it was no use wasting their resources in a battle they cannot win so they continued the war amongst themselves and ended it with a treaty at Vytal" he finished with a smile, confident with his answer.
"You are partly correct."
…
Those words took down the confident smile Simmons had and replaced it with a confused expression. Even the Sim troopers and mercenaries were confused as well.
"I told you" Schnee girl smirked haughtily.
"You are correct at the end where the Vytal treaty was formed, but allow me to rectify your mistake, Gulch did not win the war" Oobleck finished after he corrected the 'errors' in Simmons' answer.
"B-but, that's not true. They did win it" the nerdy red refuted.
There were murmurs among the students as they looked at Simmons strangely. The Schnee raised a questioning eyebrow.
"What he said was correct" Sarge defended his subordinate. Oobleck was puzzled by the assistant's words. Why would they think that? Gulch did not obviously win the war, everybody knew that.
"By the time they've strengthened their forces enough, they thwarted their enemies which they were not expected. They were bamboozled by the sheer prowess and tenacity by the brave country as they gave it their all when their back was against the wall. Yessiree" Sarge finished.
"You might have a few loose screws in your head old man!" a student mocked which resulted in a burst of laughter by the rest of the class. The soldiers from Gulch were angry.
Sarge was fucking livid as a vein throbbed on his forehead as he mumbled obscenities. He was about to grab his shotgun and bash the disrespectful turd's face before he was stopped by Oobleck. "Silence! Silence everyone!" he ordered which ceased any laughter.
"Children, this is not the time for jokes and you better show your respect towards the school staff."
"Yeah, if anyone wants to piss him off, it's me!" Grif defended his superior.
"Kissass" another student rebutted. How ironic for Grif to be labeled that.
The green-haired history teacher tried to take things back on track but was interrupted before he can do anything.
"Oh, you guys are just coping!" Church piped up. "Gulch did kick the kingdoms' asses and sent them home packing to lick their wounds. Vale, Atlas, Mistral, and Vacuo decided to attack u- I mean Gulch to gain territory" he looked to his companions. "Come on guys, back me up on this."
"Are you a retard?" another student asked disbelievingly. He had burnt orange hair and had a condescending look on his face.
"The fuck you say!?"
"Language!" Oobleck said.
"I may not be a history buff like these other nerds but I'm pretty sure Gulch attacked first. I mean, it's a piss poor land so that has to be their reason to go steal some dust, like some animals." He chuckled and received some fist bumps and cheers from his lackeys. Faunus students, and the girl with a big bow frowned from what he said but his first part was true.
Oobleck looked at that and decided to reprimand the young man who was grinning victoriously. "Mister Winchester, I would advise you to avoid using such derogatory-
"They committed war crimes as well." Supplied another student.
"And they enslaved faunus" big bow girl also said. That got nods from other faunus students.
"Oh, that is just total bullshit!" Tucker rebuked harshly
"Language young man!"
"How dare you use curse words in this lesson you crass brute!" Schnee girl said, appalled by the use of such dirty and foul language like those prissy and uptight snobs.
Tucker did not falter from their stares and continued on his rant. "You fuckers are just lying. Gulch never committed any of those atrocities!"
Donut nodded as well. "They did not enslave the faunus. No faunus were ever present at Gulch."
The rest of the class looked at them like they grew second heads.
"And how do you know that huh?"
"Yeah! Are you Gulch sympathizers!?"
"What's wrong with you?"
The other students were now against them it seems.
The sim troopers were fucking pissed off and most of them had rage taking over their expressions. It looked like they were just about to go and give them shitheads a beatdown. Sarge was ticked off so much that he balled his fists so hard that they were turning white.
The mercenaries weren't different. Felix pulled a butterfly knife out of his pocket but kept it hidden from the eyes of everyone. Locus however still kept a calm façade. But even he was seething by what was happening right now. It seemed that this is how the rest of remnant viewed the aftermath of the war. They twisted things and hid the actual truth from being told.
'Note to self, Vale and possibly the rest of the kingdoms have a hostile view of Gulch. Even after the war' Locus mused.
Doc then joined in on the argument. "While they have very little to none at all supplies of dust, Gulch found new resources in order for them to help get a leg up in the war. They created new technologies that gave them the upper hand. One that could put Atlas' own to shame."
More laughter followed suit.
"Excuse you!" the Schnee was now furious after what the medic has said. "Atlas is the most advanced kingdom in Remnant. How preposterous of you to think that. That backwater settlement had nothing and tried to steal some of our stuff!"
"How would anyone try to find other resources except dust? For a logical and simple answer, Gulch did not have any and entered the war to have dust themselves" a random student gave their two cents.
That got nods of agreement from the rest.
"Wrong again bitches!" Grif retorted, angering them in the process. "Gulch has way better tech than the rest of the kingdoms combined!"
"Langu-'' Oobleck tried to admonish but was failing to control the class.
"Unsubstantiated!" the Schnee retorted back
"Gulch did beat them pesky fighters that tried to invade them." Sarge supplied. "They've got the famed Spartans and massive starships that destroyed their enemies with ease."
"I knew it! You may be getting dementia old man!" another student yelled.
More mocking laughter followed suit. Gods above. There is no stopping Sarge from bashing the guy's face but can't because it would be seen as a criminal act on a student, which would get the rest of Beacon staff interrogating him and possibly getting fired.
"Those are just propaganda to fuel Gulch's war effort. They are just myths" another nameless student countered.
"Si tan solo el Jefe estuviera aquí para ver esto (If only the Master Chief were here to see this.)" Lopez muttered to himself quietly.
"And how do you know this? Just where did you get all this inaccurate information from!?" Schnee asked inquisitively.
Caboose then answered.
"Simple, because we are from Gu-
Church covered his mouth to avoid spilling the beans. The sim troopers had panicked faces when Cabosoe nearly ratted them out unintentionally.
"Enough!" Oobleck shouted, effectively silencing the dispute. "I am simply disappointed in all of you. There was no need for things to get out of hand. There was no need for insults and demeaning words. We could have settled the argument like adults but instead you all acted immaturely and began shouting against each other. If I ever hear so much as another hint of a possible sign of bickering, all of you will be getting detention."
The whole student body was quiet, but still there was tension among them.
Oobleck could only sigh tiredly. "Allow me to finally end this dissension. After a while of fighting, the four kingdoms eventually realized that there was nothing on that barren wasteland of a continent and decided to quit while they were ahead so they could get back to the real war on their hands. That is what is written in our records and history books. No one has ever heard of Gulch since then. You may have just accessed some misguided information. Now, let us proceed to our lesson for today."
The troopers from Gulch had despondent looks on their faces. Some of the students looked at them, judging and analyzing them that there is something not quite right with the group, especially a certain white-haired girl.
It was lunch time and the cafeteria is filled with active chatter. Why? Because a certain group of boys who had various insights about Gulch was the hot topic for everyone's' conversation. The troopers and the mercs sat on the far end of the dining hall, in an isolated table.
The blonde-haired girl from earlier noticed that everyone was giving the boys a wide berth, avoiding them like they were the plague. She couldn't help but stare at them with sympathy. Her younger sister doing the same along with the team who was sharing a table with them, team JNPR.
"You didn't have to be so mean with them Weiss."
"I wasn't" the girl invalidated her claim. "I was simply stating the truth. Those scoundrels needed to know better."
"Yeah but you didn't need to be so intense about it."
That irked her. "And what do you want me to do Yang? Allow them to continue to spread false information. We could not let them do that during history."
"They do seem adamant in defending Gulch."
"See, Blake understands what I'm claiming."
The bow wearing girl looked at her blankly. "Don't patronize me."
A blond boy looked at the troopers with curiosity. "They seem to be cool guys."
"Of course, you'd side with them Arc."
A red-haired girl seemed miffed at what Weiss said. "Don't be harsh Weiss."
"I-it's okay Pyrrha. What I was trying to say was that the whole fiasco was very unnecessary." He then stood up.
"Jaune, where are you going?" Pyrrha asked.
"I'm just going over to them to apologize. It seemed the entire class was against them and I want them to know that not everyone sees them in a bad light. Maybe we could even be friends."
"Thafs the spiwit Jaune-Jaune!" a girl said to him in encouragement. Her mouth was stuffed to the brim with pancakes.
"Nora." A boy next to her chided her for her table manners. She swallowed first before continuing. "Geez Ren, I get it" she then looked over to her leader. "Count me in!" she volunteered.
"Me too" said Yang with her sister nodding yes.
"You all can't be serious." Weiss said disbelievingly.
"They can't be too bad" Pyrrha said.
"It's best not to disturb them" Blake uttered. "Let's just give them some space after what happened. They look guarded. We would only be causing another possible fight if we approached them."
Blake had a point. Jaune, Nora and Yang sat down hesitatingly and continued to eat their lunch in silence. Maybe, if there was some free time, they could approach them and clear the air between them.
It was quiet at their table. Not knowing what to say after that sordid shitshow that was history class.
"Well, that was fucking stupid" said Simmons, ending the uneasy silence.
No shit. Who would have thought that things went down that way? It baffled them.
"Why didn't you say anything Locus?" Church asked the mercenary. Locus stopped his eating before answering the leader of Blue Team.
"I was observing on how they might talk about Gulch. Safe to say, I now know that they haven't let go about what had happened and told the new generations a fabricated version of what went down in order to save face. Possibly the other kingdoms too."
"Well, I guess they really were biased." Donut said sadly.
"By the gods, it seems that every Beacon student, no scratch that. The entire kingdom of Vale is now our enemy" Sarge mulled. "Men, I say we set aside our differences with the Blues and focus on plans against our new current enemy.
Church groaned tiredly. "God damn it Sarge, how many times do we have to tell you that we are not the fucking enemy! We're on the same side for crying out loud."
"Dude, don't waste your energy on this one. Trying to convince this asshole that the Blues are not evil is like trying to get blood from a stone" Grif offered, already used to the delusional antics with Sarge and the Red Team. Trying to get them to stop seemed like too much work. And Grif is not a fan of work.
"Ugh, jeez guys let's just take a chill pill. Who cares about them hating our guts. Let's just fucking ignore them. I wonder why even our leaders decided to try mending relations." Tucker said as he just played with his food. Felix took this as an opportunity to taunt him.
"Ignore everyone huh? Even blondie?"
"Where?" Tucker turned to find her.
The mercenary laughed as Tucker fell into his trick. "Seems like simping tends to overcome any form of judgement you have dude."
"Shut it you dick."
"Am I wrong?"
Doc then stood up and acted as the mediator between the two. "Come on guys, just stop it. I know we're all a little upset about what happened earlier"
"Understatement of the year" Simmons muttered sarcastically.
"But we need to move on from that. There's no point in dwelling over what transpired. Let's not fight among each other okay?"
Fight, Locus suddenly remembered something.
Doc then sat down and turned to Lopez. "Why don't we play some soothing tunes to calm your nerves." The robot grabbed his data pad to select a few songs he saved.
"That reminds me."
Everyone turned to Locus.
"Finish your meals quickly, then we'll go to our dorm rooms."
"Which ones?"
"Our room" Locus gestured to him and Felix.
"Why?" Church asked.
"It's important, trust me."
The group did what was told and exited the cafeteria early.
"Goodbye everyone-
Caboose was yanked by the collar of his uniform in order to stop him from wasting more time. The students looked at them strangely but went back to resuming their meals. By the time they arrived at the mercenaries' dorm room, they took a look around to see where they stay in.
"Man, they did you guys dirty" Tucker muttered.
"Don't remind me" Felix pinched his eyebrows.
Since they were only two, which is a unique circumstance that happened in Beacon for the first time, they were not given student dorms, but were made to stay in guest rooms in case Beacon had visitors. They weren't quite well furbished like the students had, but it worked. Much to Felix's consternation but Locus did not mind. As long as they were given a room that they could stay in, it was all that mattered. Sarge stayed in the on-campus housing for staff members which had more accommodations. Instead of being happy with it, he tried to demand one that as of military fashion but was denied.
"Why did you call us here man?" Church asked the stoic mercenary.
"It is because of our next class, which is Combat class."
The guys were elated to hear that. Tucker smirked as he pulled up hi sleeve, revealing the vambrace of his Mjolnir and activated it.
"Oh yeah! Time to give those punks a good ass-kicking" he declared as he then performed shadow boxing.
"Second that!" Church did the same thing as with everyone.
"About that"
Everyone stopped celebrating after hearing Locus tone.
"Oh God please don't tell me-
"We're not using the armor"
The resulted in groans and protests.
"Come on man. It's like the second time you've denied us of using this" Tucker complained. "I say we use these to teach those cock suckers a lesson" he pounded both his fists together. He turned to his team leader and asked "you're with me on this, right dude?"
"Damn it, as much as I want to use it, we might blow our cover."
Locus nodded.
Locus was right. Them wearing power armor all of a sudden would lead to suspicions and will derail the mission. Everyone deactivated theirs and did not know what to do after.
"Great, so we just go in there without armor? They have aura. We'll be at a disadvantage!" Simmons exclaimed.
"Welp, I guess it was great knowing you guys then. Tell my sister that I've been using her credit cards all this time to buy some pot that I needed for my bongs."
"The fuck?" Simmons turned to Grif who just shrugged nonchalantly as if he said wasn't something illegal.
"We may have the solution to our dilemma."
The troopers looked at the mercenaries.
"You do?" asked Doc
Felix and Locus shared nods and then began to show them. Both their hands were glowing with colors. Locus was dark green while Felix was orange.
"What the…."
"Oh my"
"Seriously?
"Wow…"
Church got straight to the point. "You guys had aura all this time!? Why the fuck didn't you tell us any sooner you scumbags!?" he asked angrily.
"We were planning to tell you. I guess it just never came up" Felix said.
"And you're just telling us this an hour before combat classes begin. How wonderful." Tucker sarcastically muttered.
"Our apologies for us showing you this late. But, as the saying goes, better late than never. Now, allow us to unlock yours. If we enter without aura, we may be seriously injured or even worse, might die during sparring." Locus said to them.
The reds and blues quickly formed a line, eager to be the first one to have theirs unlocked first.
"Why weren't ours unlocked during our time back in Gulch?" Doc asked the million-dollar question. That got them pondering as well.
"Wasn't aura abolished?" Simmons asked as well.
"It wasn't abolished. They just chose not to use it. But, due to its usefulness in combat, our special forces operators had theirs unlocked to help in the fight. Even our Spartans have theirs as a last sort of defense if their armors are breached or damaged. It would be unwise to ditch this biological gift." Locus answered.
"Superhuman strength plus power armor. Are the Spartans demigods themselves?" Tucker wondered.
"Due to the military providing us state of the art equipment, the military decided not to unlock every service member their aura due to time constraints as training combatants to use them is rather lengthy. That is why huntsmen and huntresses have theirs unlocked at an early age when they begin to train themselves."
The sim troopers gave sounds of understanding.
"I guess I could see where they're going at" Simmons supplied, "but how are yours and Felix's active?"
"Jealous?" Felix joked smugly.
"Hargrove has some connections, and had his personnel unlocked theirs. Even the freelancers as we have been told."
Now Church could understand why Tex has some inhumane levels of strength when she was out of her armor. That pissed him off as he can now see why they were easily beaten buy her. What he failed to see is that he discredited Tex's combat skills even without her aura.
Locus then continued "Another reason that everyone hasn't had their aura activated, especially civilians is because grimm can sense it. Aside from negative emotions, the grimm are attracted to people with active aura and might attack them on instinct. Aura is not infinite as it can be depleted after constant use and abuse. It will only be prolonging their suffering."
"That's dark." Donut muttered.
"So, how do we unlock it?" Doc asked.
"Allow me and Felix to take care of that."
After everyone had theirs unlocked, Locus and Felix were tired and rested for a bit, as unlocking another person's aura will drain them a bit of their energy.
"What about Lopez?" Donut asked.
Due to him being a robot, it posed another problem but Locus dissuaded them of their worries.
"Let's cross that bridge when we get there. For now, we'll just focus on getting you guys up to speed about how to use your aura. We even haven't talked about semblances yet but that will be for another time." Locus announced.
"What's a semblance?"
Felix chose to answer this time. "Consider it like a superpower. One that can be found with the help of Aura."
"Great, so we're handicapped again?" Tucker groaned.
"Not every huntsmen and huntresses have semblances. While that may give them a disadvantage in the field, that is not always the case. As long as you have proper training, you can survive and manage. With your military skills and training, combined with your aura and the techniques we'll show you in this crash course, you'll be fine." Locus reassured them.
"He's right. No time for us to be pussies. We're soldiers for Pete's sake, not some sorry ass cub scouts. So, come on and let's get this thing over with so we can fuck those douchebags up!" Church pumped up everyone with motivation.
"Hell Yeah!" they all chorused.
"But not too violently" Doc supplied at the end.
"Oh, shut up" Church muttered. "I wonder how Tex and the rest freelancers are doing?
Back at Atlas Academy, the whole training room was damaged and a few broken bodies were groaning and laying on the floor. One of them paled as they looked up at their opponents staring down menacingly at them. Tex, Carolina, the Meta and York all stood above them. The rest of the class were silent with fear as they witnessed the one-sided beatdown happening in front of them. A few of them were unfazed by this however.
"They didn't have to be so ruthless. That was overkill." Washington muttered.
"Show offs" South muttered disdainfully as she wasn't given the chance to participate.
"That was one of the scariest and coolest fights that I have ever witnessed, of all time." Washington concluded with his iconic catchphrase.
END
I want to thank Agent K-47 for their ideas and helping me write this. I'm so sorry this took so long. Life just got in the way and had personal problems to take care off. And there's college. I'm really no longer free to write in my spare time. But if I do, I'll try to put out as much as I can.
maus69420 signing out. Adios!