-Chapter Five-
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Teams ABLN and LNSR reconnected shortly before their Combat Class, walking across from one another – with one side having a tense atmosphere. Yang was not so subtly checking on Weiss, with Weiss refusing to acknowledge her existence and Ruby looking worriedly between the two while Nora amicably chatted away to Ren.
As they shuffled into their seats, Jaune held Yang back for a moment. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah." Yang shrugged. "Just some growing pains."
"Ah." Jaune nodded in understanding. "Well, if you need some help or a shoulder, you know where to find me."
"Thanks." Yang gave a small smile. "I appreciate it, Jaune."
"Hey, us Team Leaders gotta stick together now." Jaune smiled back.
The pair of blondes separated and sat down with Ruby and Blake on either side and with Pyrrha in between them.
The classroom was arena-esq, with half the room bearing raised bleacher styled seat and the other being a large, semi-circle pit, nine feet deep, with a large, angled screen above. It was the most spartan and utilitarian building in Beacon, being various shades of gray with no decoration of any kind.
The assembled students chatted aimlessly, until the door burst open shattering them into silence. Goodwitch walked in with slow, purposeful strides, her heels thundering through the silent room.
"Good morning, Class." Goodwitch spoke as she stopped on a dime and turned towards them. "Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday you will be under my tutelage, here I will test you individually, in pairs, and as a team in various scenarios and spars." She pulled up a tablet and opened it up. "Today we will start with a set of random one-on-one matches."
The screen lights up and shows a tournament style bracket board that was spinning rapidly between various student faces, before landing on Jaune and Cardin.
"Will Mr. Arc and Mr. Winchester please report to the arena." Goodwitch calls.
The two teens stood, Jaune silently and Cardin boisterously with a torrent of taunts, before entering the locker room.
"Feel bad for you, Arc." Cardin jeered once the doors closed. "All those pretty friends of yours r'gonna see you get your ass handed to you."
"That's it?" Jaune gave Cardin a flat, unamused look. "That's the best you can come up with?"
Cardin blushed before sneering. "I'm going to pound your ass into the concrete!"
"My, that's certainly suggestive." Jaune drawled.
"Fuck you!" Cardin fumed, barreling past him and out of the room.
"Fuck me yourself, coward!" Jaune yelled back, before going about his task.
"Alright, dude's a nine-hundred-pound gorilla, with armor like an Ursa – and I don't know how strong he is, so trying to out tank him ain't in the cards." Jaune mumbled to himself. "And I don't know what his Semblance is, so shock and awe it is."
Jaune nodded before gearing up, dressing in his usual black Henley, jeans, n' boots, before slipping on a wide, brown leather utility belt – which bore a .44 Magnum revolver in a drop holster on his right side and an inverted 9mm holstered at the small of his back with a plethora of pouches the held his magazines and some useful tools for later – and Crocea Mors, with a fingerless, non-holster, copy on his other hand, before slipping out into the arena.
Once the two teens were in the arena on opposite sides, Goodwitch cleared her throat and activated a Hard-light barrier between the arena and the rest of the class.
"This bout will follow tournament rules, meaning the first one to either have their Aura read red, step outside the ring, or have the lowest Aura when five minutes has elapsed will be disqualified." Goodwitch explained. "Should either one of you go for a crippling, or in any such way debilitating wound, the perpetrator will immediately be not only disqualified but be expelled from the grounds, am I understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Tch, whatever."
"Mr. Winchester." Goodwitch growled challenging.
"Y-Yes, Ma'am…"
"Good." Goodwitch nodded. "On my mark." She looked between the two teens. "Begin!"
On Goodwitch's mark, Cardin charged like a bull seeing red, overcompensating sized mace poised overhead. Jaune used his forearm in a rising block to brush the blow aside, simultaneously sending a right cross into Cardin's throat. As Cardin instinctively dropped his mace and raised his hand to clench his injured throat, Jaune grabbed the back of Cardin's head with both hands and forced his head down onto his rising knee. As Cardin reared back in pain, Jaune went for a double leg takedown, hooking his hands just above the back of his knees and pulling him up before slamming him back down onto the ground – hard – stunning him further. Taking advantage, Jaune straddled Cardin's waist – low enough that Cardin couldn't use his legs to hook around his neck and turn the tables on him – and preceded to go into a vicious ground pound, hitting Cardin's face with a quick set of five haymakers.
"How… barbaric…" Weiss sneered.
"If it works." Yang shrugged.
"Tch. That's not how a Hunter should fight!" Weiss rebutted. "They should fight with dignity, poise, and grace, not… that."
"The Grimm won't care about neither dignity, poise, nor grace." Blake pointed out. "In fact, dancing around like you're in a tournament's a one-way ticket to getting killed."
"Like you would know!" Weiss scoffed.
"She's not wrong!" Nora smiled. "Me and Renny saw a lot of Hunters get killed like that, s'why we don't use fancy moves – or I don't, at least."
"Renny and I!" Weiss corrected.
Nora cocked her head to the side. "But you've never met Renny before."
"Ugh, I give up!" Weiss sighed explosively. "Pyrrha, back me up here!"
"Uh…" Pyrrha sweat dropped. "I… don't really have experience outside of the tournament circuit, so I'm not much help, sorry."
"Uh… guys." Ruby piped up. "I think Jaune's finished."
And it was true as Jaune stood, panting slightly as the buzzer sounded – ending what one could, if they were generous, call a match – before turning and facing Goodwitch.
-/-
Glynda analyzed the second quickest match in Beacon history – herself being the proud owner of the fastest, Telekinesis was a helluva Semblance after all.
Cardin was headstrong and cocksure, a fact that Jaune had used with ruthless efficiency to his advantage in a swift and brutal, if sloppy show of force.
"Mr. Arc." Goodwitch called in her normal, domineering canter. "You saw a weakness in your opponent and used it brilliantly, well done."
"Thank you, Ma'am." Jaune said around a small, adorable smile that caused Glynda to gulp.
"But." Glynda continued, regaining her composer in an instant. "Your strikes were amateurish and sloppy, see to it that you fix that."
"Yes, Ma'am!"
Glynda looked to Cardin and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Mr. Thrush, Mr. Lark, please escort Mr. Winchester to the med bay, it seems he may have a concussion."
Cardin's team swiftly retreated with their leader as Glynda announced the next match. "Will, Ms. Valkyrie and Ms. Ayano please come down to the arena."
Nora cheered and bounced down – much to the enjoyment of most of the male students – while a Mistralian teen stood on the other side of the room and calmly made her way down.
Ms. Ayano was a slender teen of unremarkable height with a pale, oriental complexion and boyish curves. Her face was slim and angular, with an oblong nose above a pair of thin, purple lipstick covered lips and a set of mono lid lavender eyes framed by purple cat eye eyeliner. Her hair was a black that graduated mid-way to purple at the tips and was brushed to her right in an asymmetrical style that framed her face.
She was dressed in a high necked, sleeveless purple bodysuit that showed her hips with a pair of black jeans tucked into a pair of knee high, dark purple leather boots with a matching bordello leather jacket alongside a katana and a matching wakizashi tucked into a red sash around her waist.
Glynda watched intently as the two women prepared to spar.
-/-
Nora smiled ferally and charged, letting loose a voracious war cry as she swung for the fences – bringing Magnhild down with violent speed. Ayano deftly side stepped the blow but was caught off guard as an explosion emanated from Magnhild and threw her off balance. Capitalizing on her advantage, Nora burst forward and swung again, though her eyes widened as Ayano twisted gracefully in midair and landed on Magnhild and shot off towards the stunned Nora. Ayano twisted and curled, weaving in and out of Nora's guard – all the while cutting away at her Aura with a flurry of quick slashes. Unfortunately for Nora, she just couldn't get the necessary distance to properly counterattack, and after a solid two minutes, Nora's Aura was firmly in the red.
As the buzzer sounded, Ayano gracefully disengaged and was on the other side of the arena in a second, while Nora growled and slammed Magnhild onto the ground, causing a massive crack to form.
Glynda flicked her crop and made the crack disappear, before giving Nora and unimpressed look. "If you're quite done, Ms. Valkyrie?"
"Yes, Ma'am…" Nora replied demurely.
"Ms. Valkyrie, you had a strong start, but strength alone does not win wars." Glynda explained. "Ms. Ayano, you started off on the back foot but managed to turn the tides in your favor, congratulations – you are both dismissed."
Both girls bowed before returning to the locker room and retaking their seats.
"Alright, we will have one more spar before finishing class." Glynda announced before once more spinning the proverbial wheel. "Will Ms. Schnee and Ms. Lolo please enter the arena."
For the final time, two students stood and faced one another, and the pair couldn't have been further apart.
Lolo was a tall, well-built teen of five foot seven, with a pale complexion and generous curves. Her face was heart shaped with matching lips below a button nose and a pair of large, smokey forest green eyes. Her pitch-black hair fell to her waist in a chaotic cascaded.
She was dressed in a pair of red leather pants that were held up by a black bullet belt and lead to a pair of black combat boots, above this she wore a black corset/vest styled tank top that bore her abs and was covered by a maroon, popped collared long coat. She also wore a pair of black leather fingerless driver gloves with a couple silver bangles above alongside a pair of silver crucifix earrings and a matching one hanging from a black choker-styled spiked collar.
"Hello." Lolo purred in a flowing accent. "I am Wanda, nice to beat you."
"Tch, as if you could." Weiss bite back.
"On my mark-" Glynda announced. "Begin!"
Weiss poised Myrtenaster to strike and summoned and acceleration glyph below her before shooting off towards Wanda – only to suddenly stop dead in her tracks as swirling scarlet energy encompassed her.
"W-What!?" Weiss exclaimed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, enjoying my Semblance, are you?" Wanda smiled. "I call it Marionette, it can let me do many, many, wonderful things – though, I don't always have complete control over it."
Wanda smiled as she made Weiss preform a, admittedly quite wonderful, ballerina dance right out of the ring. The second the buzzer sounded the energy around Weiss dissipated.
"Well. I don't think I need to say anything." Glynda announced. "And with that, class is dismissed – enjoy your lunch."
-/-
Weiss fumed as she sat down, practically slamming her tray down as hard as her forced etiquette training would allow.
"Well, Weiss." Blake smirked. "You sure looked graceful playing the part of a marionette."
"Quiet you!" Weiss grumbled.
"How ya' doin', Nora?" Yang asked in a motherly tone.
"Little better." Nora replied with notably less perk than usual. "Not used to losing…"
"Would some homemade pancakes make it better?" Yang cooed.
"Maybe…" Nora muttered.
"Then we'll just have to make some, won't we?" Yang smiled.
"Yay!" Nora cheered, back to normal.
Jaune smiled looking at the two – remembering Saphron doing something similar growing up – as he picked at his red beans and rice.
"What are you smirking at, Arc?!" Demanded Weiss, before scoffing. "You better not be feeling high and mighty because you won using underhanded tactics!"
"I'm smiling at Yang and Nora, for your information." Jaune smiled before quirking a brow. "And, well, as my Gram-Gram used to say, "If you're fighting fair, you've already lost."
"Tch, whatever!" Weiss pouted.
Before anyone could get a word in edgewise, a beaming Ruby sat down with a tray almost overflowing with cookies. "Hey guys!"
Jaune stared deadpanned at Ruby. "Ruby, why is there nothing but cookies on your tray?"
"Don't bother." Yang sighed. "Me and dad-"
"Dad and I!" Weiss corrected.
"-have been trying for years to get her to eat right, to no avail." Yang continued, ignoring Weiss, before chuckling. "Her growth would've been stunted if it wasn't for all the milk she drinks."
"Hey!" Ruby protested.
"Ruby." Jaune suddenly spoke up with a stern voice. "You're not going to touch a single cookie until half that tray is carbohydrates and the other half is made up of fruits, vegetables, and a protean of some kind."
"B-But…" Ruby replied watery, using her ultimate weapon – sad puppy dog eyes.
"Ruby." Jaune repeated, unfazed. "Don't make me take them away."
"Yes." Ruby grumbled, before muttering under her breath. "Daddy."
"What was that?" Jaune and Yang asked at once as Blake's bow twitched and her nose started to bleed as a lewd expression and blush overtook her face.
"J-Jaune!" Ruby suddenly yelled as she blushed. "I said Jaune! Okaybyenow!"
In a flash Ruby disappeared in a burst of rose petals, apparating back with a tray filled with sweet potato fries covered in gravy and cheese curds with sliced strawberries, barbecue chicken, and a tall glass of milk on the side.
"H-How!" Yang cried, gobsmacked. "We've been trying for years and all you have to do is put on a stern voice!?"
Jaune shrugged. "Don't know what to tell you, always worked on Lav."
"Lav?" Pyrrha asked, sensing an opportunity.
"Lavender, my kid sister." Jaune replied, popping a grape into his mouth. "'Bout Ruby's age."
"Got a picture?" Yang asked.
"Sure." Jaune answered, pulling out his scroll and flicking through it for a moment. "Ah, here's a good one. Took this 'bout… two years or so ago."
Jaune showed everyone who wanted to know – which was everyone but Weiss – the picture. Said picture was of Jaune and Lavender huddled together holding up a massive black scaled fish.
Lavender was a short, thin girl of five foot two with a fair complexion and a body like a stick. Her face was heart shaped with baby fat still clinging to her cheeks and a button nose in between a pair of smiling lips and large, lavender eyes. Her hair was a straw blonde like her brothers and fell to the nape of her neck in a shaggy mop.
She was dressed in a pair of blue denim coverall shorts over a purple tee that bore a cartoon rabbit that was partially covered by her coveralls.
"Aw, she's so adorable!" Yang cooed.
"Damn skippy!" Jaune smiled, before said smile wavered as he sighed. "That's the last time we saw each other, too, I left to go train with Gram-Gram shortly after that photo was taken."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Ren spoke softly, placing a comforting hand on Jaune's shoulder.
"Me too, Ren." Jaune chuckled humorlessly. "Whelp, s'almost time for fourth period, let's get a move on."
Jaune abruptly stood and cleared his tray before briskly exiting the cafeteria, with both teams – minus Weiss – looking after him with worry. Unfortunately, none of his friends would end up sharing the next class with him, it was only until fifth period that they were able to check on him.
"Are you alright, Jaune?" Pyrrha asked worryingly.
"Yeah…" Jaune sighed. "Just don't like being reminded of my mistakes." He chuckled. "Suppose no one does."
"W-Well, I, um, I mean we are here for you!" Pyrrha chuckled nervously. "If you ever want to talk or anything."
"Thanks, Pyr." Jaune smiled as he pulled her into a side hug – to her immense enjoyment. "I'll remember that."
The room they found themselves in was much like Professor Wolfe's, only with brighter green painted walls and oak boards that were covered with cork boards filled with paper and strings – reminiscent of a conspiracy theorist.
Within an instant, a sloppily dressed man appeared in a green flash in front of his equally messy desk.
The Professor was a lanky, small framed man of six foot three with a fair complexion and wiry build. His face was thin and angular, with a hawkish nose above thin lips and a pair of deep brown eyes hidden behind a pair of thick, circular glasses. His hair was a mess of cowlicks and sweeps a bright green in color with a clean-shaven face.
He was dressed in a pair of baggy, dark green pinstripe slacks that were held up by a brown leather belt with a white button up messily shoved into the waistband with a very loose yellow tie – with the only well-fitting garment being his brown leather dress shoes.
"Hello, class!" The Professor boomed in a voice so fast that it nearly broke the sound barrier. "I am Doctor, I repeat, Doctor Oobleck, it is my job to teach you all about the history of Remnant and her many legends!" He took a swig of his, hopefully, coffee before continuing. "After all, if we do not learn the mistakes of our ancestors, we are doomed to repeat them!"
"Now! Please turn to page twenty-five of your textbooks." Oobleck continued, waiting a moment for the class to follow his instructions. "Today we will be covering a recent event – though it might seem like ancient history to some of you!"
"The Great War began with what's now known as "the shot heard 'round the world", where a group of settlers from both Mistral and Vale fought a bloody battle – one which we still do not know the perpetrator of, even to this day." Oobleck spoke in his rapid pace. "This unfortunate and bloody affair was the result of centuries of rising tension between Mistral and then Mantle with Vale, and to a lesser extent Vacuo, caused in no small part by Mistral's rapid expansion and anti-individualist laws – which the then King of Vale, Ozymandias III, heavily disagreed with."
"Now, can anyone tell me what the first official battle of the Great War was called?" Oobleck asked, before zeroing in on the first raised hand. "Ah, Mr. Arc."
"The Friedan Offensive." Jaune answered easily. "An expansive naval battle encompassing the Friedan Archipelago."
"Correct! I would expect nothing less from you, Mr. Arc." Oobleck praised. "Now, the Friedan Offensive was fought between the then fledgling Royal Valean Navy and the surprising powerhouse that was the Mantlese Navy. After a long and costly campaign, the Valean Navy managed to gain victory after utilizing modified fishing vessels to skirmish the larger Mantle warships."
"Shortly after the offensive, Vale set about creating a modern navy that could not only protect the continent of Sanus but take the fight to over seas threats – which lead to the Alistair Class of warships, none of which would be sunk during the war and now, barring one, are floating museums in Hartford Bay."
"What happened to the one?" Ruby asked curiously.
"The HMS Faraday was used to test the capability of early Dust explosives." Oobleck answered. "It took two of the most powerful bombs in existence, known as the End – a bomb made of Void Dust – which helped end the war, and the entire joint force of the newly modernized Royal Navy to finally sink her."
"Wow!" Ruby awed. "I… don't know what that means."
"Void Dust is the second man-made Dust in Remnant." Weiss answered. "It's a mixture of every other kind of Dust and has immense destructive capabilities."
"Ms. Schnee is correct." Oobleck continued. "Though thankfully, the exact mixture was purposefully lost in adherence to the Vytal Accords in order to prevent a cold war from engulfing Remnant."
Oobleck continued his lesson, lecturing about the begging of the Great War until the bell rang. "Alright Class, I want an essay about both the Friedan Offensive and the Valean Blockade tomorrow!"
"That was cool!" Ruby gushed as the two teams made their way to the next period.
"It was." Jaune agreed, even though he already knew about both events.
Eventually, the two teams made it to their next class. Stealth and Security, which took place in the combat arena, where Professor Greene waited for them.
The Professor was an unassuming woman who stood at five foot four with fair skin and modest curves. Her face was unremarkable with a straight nose and bottom-heavy lips covered in dark green lipstick with almost black hawk-like eyes framed by small, dark green scales. Her dark green hair was cut into a simple, unassuming bob.
She was dressed in a pair of simple black slacks that were held up by a green snakeskin belt with matching snakeskin boots and a dark green button up stuffed into her waistband with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows and the top three buttons undone – showing off the delicate scales that covered her collarbone and arms.
"Sup, I'm Greene." She introduced, popping the P, with a bored tone. "S'my job to teach you how to break into a place, how to make sure you aren't seen doing it, and how to secure a building." She looked over the assembled students with an uninterested expression. "Gotta be honest, ain't lookin' promising, but whatever, let's get started."
She cracked her neck before continuing. "We'll start with a simple stealth course, see if any of ya' are up ta' snuff – let's go with…" She clicks her tongue. "Arc n' Ren."
"Uh, excuse me, Professor, but my Lie is my sur-"
"Don't care." Greene yawned. "So, get yer ass to the locker room, you'll find a new uniform in yer lockers, wear 'em."
Sullen and culled, Ren pouted all the way to the locker room, all the while comforted by Jaune.
"Hey, look at that!" Jaune smiled. "We're locker buddies!"
"So… we are." Ren replied.
The pair separated and opened their respective lockers, finding what could only be described as a short-sleeved crop top and a pair of shorts that ended at mid-thigh – both as black as pitch.
"Well…" Jaune chuckled. "I hope you're not shy."
Ren made a pitiful, embarrassed whine.
Jaune chuckled and started stripping, shorts halfway up his thighs before turning towards Ren. "Hey- oh, damn, you dress fast!" And it was true, as there stood Ren dressed in the, apparently skintight, uniform. "How'd you do that so fast?"
"W-What do you mean?" Ren asked, voice suddenly a lot higher.
"Well, my junk keeps getting stuck."
"O-Oh, I, uh, it wasn't a problem… for me." Ren stammered.
"Ah, don't feel embarrassed." Jaune soothed. "S'all right to be embarrassed 'bout."
Ren's pitiful whine stopped Jaune in his tracks and caused him to laugh.
Shortly later the pair were standing in the arena.
"Alright, the rules are simple-" Greene looked down and paused as she saw Jaune. "Damn, congrats. Anyway, the rules are simple, don't get caught."
"C-Caught from what?" Ren asked, fidgeting from embarrassment.
"Me." Greene answered simply. "Ready, begin."
In an instant a maze erected from the ground and separated the pair from each other and the observing students. Jaune swallowed heavily as he was cut off from the world, eyes darting rapidly left to right, his mind a whirl as he formulated a plan. He immediately backed up against the wall and slid along it as silently as he could, creeping around corners and dashing across gaps. He kept this going for a few minutes, before a shiver ran up his spine and he threw himself to the right, narrowly avoiding a threesome of throwing knives.
"Impressive." Drawled Greene. "Took longer than I thought to find you, though not as good as your teammate, no idea where he – or she, can't really tell – got off too, oh well." Her voice suddenly changed, now more invigorated and smokey. "At least I'll get something to play with!"
Jaune was forced to throw himself forward to doge another threesome of knives, not wasting an instant before he booked it full tilt away from his teacher.
"If I only had some materials!" Jaune thought through clenched teeth. "Then I could make some distractions and gain some distance!"
But in lieu of any better ideas, Jaune ran like hell.
On and on he ran, dodging a seemingly endless barrage of knives, until a slim hand grabbed him with a vice-like grip.
"Got cha'!" Greene purred.
Jaune froze and let out an "Eep!"
"Now." Green continued. "Be a good boy and-"
But she was interrupted as Jaune grabbed both her shoulders and fell backwards, bringing Greene along and trying to flip her – which didn't work out as planned as she had a gnarly grip on him and they both went tumbling along the floor.
"What!?" Greene exclaimed, fighting to straddle Jaune. "But I had your arm!"
"T-That's not my arm." Jaune squeaked out.
"What? Oh!" Greene blushed, before wrapping her legs around Jaune head – she was aiming for his neck, but he kept squirming.
Jaune thrashed about, trying to break free as he brought his legs up to try and either kick her off or wrap his own legs around her head and flip her off.
In response, Green bent backwards and pinned Jaune's legs in place with her hands and she all, but head butted his waist. "Got cha'!"
Jaune continued to thrash, causing Greene to tighten her hold on his head – which unintentionally caused her to grind on his face, which caused a certain part of Jaune to suddenly, violently rise, hitting Green in the head.
"Aw!" Greene cried as her head was violently rocked back.
Seizing the advantage, Jaune bent himself in half and threw an inverted donkey kick as Greene's head, launching her back further before scrambling over to her and pinning her in place – where he used his superior size and strength to keep her there.
After a few moments a buzzer sounded, and the maze began to descend.
"Good job, Blondie." Green panted. "Not many men can say they got me on my back." She smirked devilishly. "But ya' might want to polish off your… "greatsword" before dinner…"
Jaune quirked a brow in confusion, before looking down and blushing as he noticed his soldier saluting proud. "S-Sorry!"
Greene cackled as the maze finally fell flush with the floor and Jaune got his "problem" under control.
"Alright, Nikos and Valkyrie next!" Greene called. "The both of you get back to the lockers!"
Jaune and Ren nodded before slumping back to the lockers – with Greene stealthily pinching Jaune's ass as he passed, causing him to blush. Both Jaune and Ren stripped off their uniforms before Jaune slinked off to the showers, Ren didn't need one since Greene was too busy with Jaune to even try to do anything else.
After his shower, both Pyrrha and Nora was already done, and Blake and Russel were up.
"Already?" Jaune asked.
"Y-Yeah." Pyrrha blushed. "I'm not very stealthy."
"Me neither!" Nora smiled. "Though Pyr was awfully disappointed you-"
"Had so much trouble with Professor Greene!" Pyrrha interrupted, latching her hand over Nora's mouth. "Maybe we can make it a team thing with Ren and Blake! You know, to get better!"
"That's sounds like a good idea, way to go Pyr!" Jaune smiled.
After five minutes, the buzzer sounded once more – followed by the bell – with the maze descending to reveal and nonplussed Blake, an exhausted Russel, and a scowling Greene.
"Should've saved him for last, hate having the good one first." Green mumbled, before projecting her voice. "Alright, class' over, do whatever the hell you want before dinner!"
"All right, I'm gonna go take a nap in the quad." Jaune yawned.
"Seconded!" Yang yawned.
"The library sounds nice." Blake spoke, having returned from the locker room in record time.
"That it does." Weiss agreed.
"But a nap sounds better." Blake continued.
"Tch, whatever!" Weiss flicked her ponytail and stomped out of the room.
"I shall accompany her." Ren spoke before following.
"I vote nap!" Nora yawned.
"Second!" Ruby cheered.
"T-Third?" Pyrrha cocked her head.
Sorry for the late update, with Kingdom Come Deliverance 2 coming out I felt the desire to try the first game again, and I've also been trying my hand at more original stories to see if I actually could write them.
Also, I renamed Yang's team from Youngster to Lancer, thank you random reviewer I didn't think of that – the previous chapters have been updated to reflect said change.
I hope you enjoyed and thank you for all the favorites, reviews, and follows.