[RWBY] Rusted Professor

[RenanPMoraes]

RWBY and JNPR are surprised by a substitute teacher, John Luna, a mysterious man who quickly captures the attention of all the students.

Behind the armored teacher's facade lies a turbulent past and a deep connection with the students.

 

[RenanPMoraes]

Bom dia pessoas,

[-] I wrote this Oneshot a while ago.
[-] If the reception of this story is positive, I will turn it into a series. So if you liked it, leave a comment.

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RP # Pov: Pyrrha Nikos

Professor Goodwitch can't teach today, so when we arrived at the classroom we were greeted by a substitute teacher who, according to Yang, he is 'a blonde Dilf'.

I even agree that he is handsome, tall and muscular, but I have never been attracted to older men.

'And his beard, combined with the fact that he's wearing old, rusty armor, makes him look like a beggar.' I think to myself, staring at the teacher.

When the teacher asked for volunteers to fight him, many girls and some boys wanted a chance, but it was Yang and Weiss who stood out by standing up and asking loudly. Both were very interested in 'engaging' with the teacher in the ring.

"GO YANG!" Nora shouted from my side. "BREAK HIS LEGS!"

"Nora, she is less than 10 meters in front of us." Her partner complains. "You don't need to scream."

"Sorry, Renny." Nora said, making a dog face at her partner.

Nora's reaction might have been exaggerated, but it was normal to root for a friend, especially one who was losing so badly.

"Stay still!" Yang grumbled at her opponent, dodging another blow.

"Nop." Said the armored man in a playful tone.

"HARG!" Yelled Yang trying to hit the teacher with all her strength.

Only to be parried by her opponent's shield and then pushed out of the ring from behind.

POF!

[RING OUT! YANG XIAO LONG!]

He announces in a robotic voice before Yang's defeat.

"You are a short-tempered, arrogant girl, and you also are extremely dependent on your Semblance to defeat enemies who overpower you." Says Professor Luna, approaching Yang lying on the floor.

Still with her eyes red, Yang stared at the armored teacher as if she wanted to bite his head off.

"But…" The professor continued, sheathing his sword and taking off his helmet. "You are a also strong, determined and very talented woman."

Yang's eyes widened and her body froze at the teacher's sincere praise.

"R-really?" Yang stuttered.

With a warm smile on his face, the teacher extended his hand to help the student to her feet.

Hesitantly, as if she were a shy maiden, Yang accepted the hand and the teacher quickly lifted her off the ground.

"With training, experience and a little direction in your rage, you can become the greatest Huntresses in the kingdom of Vale, or even all of Remnant." He finishes speaking, giving a hearty and contagious laugh.

Yang's face lit up in a red hue, which didn't go unnoticed by Nora.

"Look at the teacher's darling." Nora mocked loudly.

In response, the entire class laughed at Yang who stomped out of the ring as she mumbled angrily.

"Jokes aside, I want you to understand, anger is a powerful emotion." Said the teacher in a more serious tone. "When used correctly, it can help you defeat powerful enemies."

The statement caught several students off guard as they began to whisper among themselves in confusion.

I understand their astonishment, usually teachers and instructors advise not to give in to your emotions during battle, they say that we should have a cold and calculating mind when dealing with the enemy.

"However, anger is just something that fuels your spirit in battle, don't let it control you." The teacher said, frowning with a melancholy look. "It can lead to making…irreparable mistakes."

A sepulchral silence fell in the room, no student dared to even blink at the declaration.

"He-he." Professor Luna laughed awkwardly. "Sorry about that awkward silence…, to make it up to you I'll send you off five minutes early for lunch."

In response, the room erupts in cheers and applause, with students standing up and quickly heading out the door.

When the room finally calms down, I get up only to notice that Nora had run off with the rest of the students and Ren was dragged by her.

"This teacher is a bit weird." Whispered a male voice next to me.

Looking to the left, I see my partner, staring thoughtfully at Professor Luna.

"Why do you say that, Jaune?" I asked curiously.

"Don't get me wrong, he seems like a good teacher, but I feel like I've seen him before."

"Like before class or the school year?"

"More like he's a distant relative I haven't seen in a while." Jaune said, getting up and walking towards the teacher.

I followed Jaune as he approached Professor Luna, who was removing his armor, revealing a black tank top that clung to his muscular body.

The professor's physique was impressive, a testament to years of training and discipline. It was as if he were one of those ancient heroes carved from marble.

Jaune cleared his throat, catching the teacher's attention.

"Excuse me, Professor Luna." He began, his voice firm but curious. "I couldn't help but notice… are you by any chance a member of the Arc family?"

The professor stopped mid-motion, his hands still on the straps of his armor. His eyes flicked to Jaune, then to me, before settling back on Jaune. There was a moment of silence, a hesitation that seemed to go on a little too long.

"Arc, you said?" Professor Luna finally responded, his voice careful, measured. He went back to removing his armor, but his movements were slower, more deliberate. "Why do you ask?"

Jaune shrugged, a casual gesture that belied the intensity of his gaze.

"You remind me of someone… an uncle of mine maybe."

The professor laughed, but it sounded forced, without the genuine warmth it had been before.

"Well… as I said earlier in my introduction, I'm Professor John Luna and I don't remember being related to any Arc."

He avoided Jaune's gaze, focusing on carefully stacking his armor pieces. His evasiveness was palpable, a stark contrast to the open and engaging demeanor he had demonstrated during class.

Jaune nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer, oblivious to the educator's tension.

"Just thought I'd ask." He said smiling, feeling satisfied. "Thanks for the early dismissal, by the way. It's always good to have a little extra time."

The professor nodded, with a tight smile on his face.

"No problem." Said the teacher, turning his back. "Enjoy your lunch, Jaune and Pyr."

As we turned to leave, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more than met the eye. Professor Luna's reaction to Jaune's question had been... suspicious.

I looked at the teacher one last time before leaving the classroom. He was there, watching us leave, his expression unreadable. There was a story there, hidden beneath the surface, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity, a desire to discover the truth. But for now, it would have to wait. Lunch was calling, and with it, the promise of normality and friendship.

"Wait!" I exclaimed in the middle of the hallway. "What did he call me?"

RP # Pov: Professor Luna.

I lean against the cold steel wall of the elevator, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The fight with Yang was refreshing and even fun, but it was nothing compared to the confusion in my mind.

Seeing Pyrrha again...it was like a punch in the gut. I thought I was prepared, that I had strengthened myself for this moment, but I was wrong.

The sight of her, standing there, strong and radiant as in my most vivid memories, awakened feelings I thought had long been buried.

"My God… how I missed you, Pyr." I murmured with tears streaming from my eyes.

In my chest I felt a pain that I had become accustomed to, like an old wound that hasn't healed properly. But seeing her again was like sticking a knife in exposing the bloody flesh beneath.

When I my eyes and I could see her, clear as day. The way his hair caught the light, the fierce determination in his eyes.

The elevator hummed, a soft, steady sound that seemed to echo the rhythm of my thoughts.

Feeling tired I raised my hand and rubbed my face to compose myself, then I let out a deep sigh, I felt the weight of it leave me.

"Mister Luna." A calm voice said, catching my attention. "I'm glad you can join me."

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice the door opening.

"Yes, o-of course." I stuttered getting out of the elevator. "What would you like to talk to me about, Professor Ozpin?"

Smiling, the director sat back in his chair looking at me. After taking a sip from his cup, he answered me.

"Please." Ozpin said in a friendly tone. "When we're alone, you can call me Ozpin or Ozma."

I nodded.

"And if you want, I can call you Jaune."" Added the immortal wizard smiling.

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Boa noite pessoas,

It was shorter than I normally write, but then if I have gone on, it would be longer than I intended too.

Despite the Angst oneshot/first chapter, this fic will be a comedy.

And if you liked it and would like to see what else I have planned for this story, like the comedy part of it, say so in the comments.

Ps: As usual… this story does not have a beta reader yet, if you're interested in helping me(mainly to help me translate into English) send me a message.

 

[RenanPMoraes]

Bom dia pessoas,

I'm happy to see that the story had a positive impact on the platforms I posted on, so I'll keep writing it.

I'd like to reiterate that this story is more focused on Slice of Life. That's why some, but not all, plot points will happen in the background and you'll find out about what happened through dialogues or internal monologues.

Ps: I need a Beta Reader, if you're interested, send me a message.

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RP # POV: Professor Luna​

I took a sip of coffee, the bitter liquid scalding my throat, and let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the day. The steam from the mug rose, distorting the view of the office ahead. Through the fog, I looked at Professor Ozpin, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Jaune." He began, his voice steady and calm. "How was your first day as a substitute?"

I placed the mug on the table between us, the ceramic clinking against the wood.

"It was…interesting." I replied, leaning back in the chair. The leather creaked under my weight, a sound that seemed to echo the fatigue in my bones.

Ozpin raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to elaborate. I could see the questions forming in his mind, the wheels turning as he tried to decipher my cryptic answer.

"The students are surprised by Goodwitch's absence." I continued to choose my words carefully. "But they seem to have accepted me as a replacement."

A slight smile appeared at the corners of Ozpin's mouth.

"I'm glad the students are comfortable with your presence." The teacher said, giving a serene smile. "But I admit I'm more interested in how you're feeling about seeing your 'old friends'."

Ozpin's words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Their weight fell on my shoulders, a familiar burden I had carried for years. I took a deep breath, the smell of old books and polished wood filling my nostrils, and met his gaze.

"It is complicated." I began, my voice steady despite the inner turmoil. "Seeing them again, after everything that happened..." I suddenly stopped talking, I couldn't find the words to describe my feelings.

The professor leaned forward, his eyes never leaving mine.

"It was clear that it would not be a simple matter." The teacher said, taking a sip from his mug. "But talking about the subject can help ease your pain."

I sigh tiredly, but I decided to open up.

"It's good and bad at the same time." I finally said. "On the one hand, it's a chance to see my old friends, to guide them better than I could before. But on the other…it's a constant reminder of my mistakes and what was lost."

Ozpin nodded, his expression thoughtful.

"Loss is part of life, Jaune. It shapes us, makes us stronger. But it also leaves scars."

I looked at my hands, the knuckles scarred and calloused from years of battle.

"You are right." I murmured. "But it's not just the loss. It's the responsibility. The weight of knowing their future is in my hands now."

Ozpin leaned back in his chair, fingers intertwined in front of him.

"According to your reports, you have already made a difference-."

DING!

The professor is cut off by the private elevator door that opens with a soft touch, revealing a figure that runs out with a burst of energy.

I stood up, but before I could register who it was, arms wrapped me in a tight hug.

"Jaune!" Shouted an excited female voice.

I looked down and saw a head full of vibrant brunette hair pressed against my chest. Amber Sunstone, the Fall Mainden, was clinging to me.

I hesitated for a moment, then hugged her back, feeling a mixture of surprise and joy.

"Amber." I'm relieved that she is in a good mood. "It's good to see you."

When I rescued her from Cinder's attack she was depressed. Being stuck in Beacon at the time didn't help her morale at all, but she was better off sad and alive than free and dead.

"I heard you were back, but I couldn't believe it until I saw you with my own eyes." His gaze swept over me, taking in every detail. "Weren't you on a mission with Qrow and Glynda?"

I swallowed hard, the memory of our operation to capture the traitor, Leonardo Lionheart, surfaced in my mind. The faunus had already become a spy for Salem, but with the help of Qrow and Professor Goodwitch, we managed to capture him without creating any commotion.

Now Lionheart is 'retired' and Professor Goodwitch is acting as headmistress of Haven Academy, to keep it running and keep an eye on Cinder.

"Jaune?" Amber's voice broke through the haze of memories, her eyes searching mine with concern. "Are you well?"

I forced a smile, pushing the memories back into the recesses of my mind.

"Yes, just… remembering some old battles."

Ozpin coughed into his hand, catching our attention.

"Amber, have you finished your training for today?"

Amber crossed her arms, her expression turning from joy to irritation.

"No, not yet."

"You know that mastering your powers is essential to your survival."

"I know that." She replied tiredly. "But If I have any problem Jaune is here to save me."

"He is not at your disposal, Miss Sunstone." Ozpin said in a serious tone. "He is currently working as John Luna for Beacon Academy."

"John Luna?"

"I changed my name because of… the other 'me'." I responded by intruding on their conversation. "I know John isn't that different from Jaune, but if someone in the know calls me by my old name, they can use it as an excuse that they just pronounced it wrong without raising suspicion."

"That's…stupidly genius." Amber commented confused.

I couldn't help but end up laughing at her honest comment.

Ozpin watched us, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his eyes held a depth of concern that I knew all too well.

"Well, Amber." I said, gently disentangling myself from his embrace. "I'm happy to see you, but I have some preparations to make. I need to prepare for a special training session."

Amber's smile faded a little, but she nodded, understanding in her eyes.

"Of course, Jaune-. I mean, Professor Luna." She corrected herself, laughing. "And who is the victim of this special training?"

Smiling, I replied to her.

"Myself."

RP # POV: Yang Xiao Long​

I disinterestedly poked at the food that I had on my plate. The clatter of cutlery and the hum of conversation around me seemed distant, muffled by the thick silence that had settled in my head.

Ruby's voice cut through the fog, soft and cautious.

"Yang, you've been picking at your food for the last ten minutes. Are you ok?"

I looked up, forcing a smile that felt fragile onto my lips.

"I'm just not that hungry, I guess." I lied, hoping she would give up. But Ruby wasn't one to back down easily, a trait I usually admired, but now, it was just inconvenient.

She raised an eyebrow, studying me with an intensity that made me squirm.

"Not hungry, you?" She repeated her disbelief at my statement. "Since when do you refuse a meal? Especially a steak that size."

I shrugged, trying to pretend it was nothing.

"Everyone has bad days, I guess?" I stabbed a piece of meat with more force than necessary, avoiding her gaze.

Ruby looked at me with one eyebrow still raised, without buying my excuse.

"Yang, we both know that's not true. You're not just 'not hungry'. Something is bothering you."

I sighed, placing my fork down with a clatter.

"It's nothing, really. Just… the fight with the teacher today." I admitted sheepishly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh." Blake nodded on the other side, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Are you upset because he won?"

"No, that's not it." I shook my head, frustrated. "I mean, yes, it hurts a little that I lost, but it's more than that. He was holding back and beat me like I was a little kid on the first day of prep school."

Ruby and Blake looked at each other, considering my words. My sister already seemed to have understood what was bothering me, after all Ruby knows me very well, Blake was still confused.

"And that bothers you a lot?" Blake asked.

"Of course it bothers!" I exclaimed, frustrated. "No one has ever fought me without taking me seriously."

"Father and Uncle Qrow never took you seriously in a fight." Ruby said with a cheek smile.

"Rrrrrrrr!" I grumbled frustrated.

I pushed my plate away, the food barely touched. Ruby and Blake exchanged worried looks, but it was Weiss who spoke, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

"You know, Yang." She said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I think you're looking at this the wrong way."

I raised an eyebrow, turning to face her. Weiss sat with her back straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. His eyes met mine with a steady gaze, without a hint of his usual disdain in sight.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice harsher than I intended.

Weiss didn't waver. Instead, she leaned forward, her expression serious.

"Professor Luna is clearly a skilled fighter. He not only understands the theory behind our training, but also has the practical skills to back it up. That's a rare combination."

I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"So what? Should I just be happy that he defeated me?"

Weiss shook her head, her voice softening.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. But think about it, Yang. We are here to learn, to improve. Having a teacher who can challenge us, who can show us where we need to grow, that's invaluable."

I looked in surprise towards Weiss, the always critical, the always demanding, princess of perfection was… satisfied?

"Are you serious?" I said, more of a statement than a question.

Weiss nodded.

"Absolutely. I've had tutors and instructors my entire life, and very few of them were able to balance theory and practice the way Professor Luna does. It's refreshing to see a professional of his caliber at Beacon and not another… Port."

"I guess I hadn't thought of it that way." I admitted, my voice softer now.

Weiss smiled, nodding in approval.

"It's a chance for us to grow, Yang. To strengthen ourselves. And isn't that what we're all here for?"

"And it also helps that he's a DILF for Weiss's daddy issues." Blake said, smiling mischievously.

"What!?" Shouted the horrified heiress.

I nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth as Weiss lectured Blake.

"What is DILF?" Ruby asked curiously.

"I'll tell you in 2 years." I responded by cutting my sister right away.

RP # POV: Jaune Arc​

I stood up quickly, my heart beating like a drum. The scroll screen cast a bright glow in the dark dormitory. I picked up the device, squinting at the message from the unknown sender.

<I know your secret and if you want to stay in Beacon, meet me alone in the combat room.>

A shiver ran down my spine. My thumb hovered over the reply button, but another message appeared.

<Now!>

I looked at my roommates, their sleeping faces and the sound of Nora's snoring calmed me down a little. Getting out of bed, I grabbed my jacket and tiptoed to the door.

I walked through the dimly lit hallways of Beacon Academy, my footsteps echoing on the cold stone floor. The silence was deafening, each step a reminder of the weight I carried. The message burned in my mind, a constant reminder that my secret was out.

"I'm a fraud, and someone knows it." I whispered, shaking.

The door to the combat room loomed ahead, a silent sentinel waiting to pass judgment. I stopped, my hand hovering over the doorknob. The metal was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat of my nerves. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what lay beyond.

When I opened the door, the room was bathed in a soft glow from the overhead lights. In the middle of the room was a figure in black armor that was unknown to me.

<Black Armor>

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"Good." The figure said, his voice low and serious. "You showed up."

I nodded, my throat dry.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

The figure approached, walking slowly, despite being dressed in heavy black armor, his steps were silent.

"I know your secret, Jaune." He sounded familiar.

"And you're going to report me?" I asked fearing the worst.

"No." He took his hand to the helmet that hid his face. "I will help you." Said the now helmetless figure.

"P-Professor Luna?" I stuttered. "I like the new armor." I said, trying to lighten the mood.

I stood there, frozen, as Professor Luna's stern gaze passed through me.

"You cheated your way into Beacon, Jaune." He said, his voice as cold as it was melancholy. "You took an opportunity that could have gone to someone who really deserved it. Someone who worked hard, who trained, who was ready."

I felt a lump form in my throat, a mix of shame and regret choking me. I knew that, of course, but hearing it from someone else puts more weight on my conscience. I looked down at my feet, unable to meet his eyes.

"Do you think you can just walk in here with forged documents and become a huntsman?" He continued, his voice rising. "Beacon is no joke, Jaune. It is a place to forge huntsmen and huntresses. Not for cowards and liars."

Every word hurt, a harsh reminder of my mistake. I had come to Beacon with the best intentions, wanting to make a difference, to be a hero. But now, under his scrutiny, I felt anything but.

"I am really sorry." I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I just wanted to help. To be someone important, to honor my family's legacy."

Professor Luna sighed, his expression softening a little.

"I know you did, Jaune. But good intentions don't make up for bad actions."

I felt a tear slide down my cheek, a hot trail of shame. I had been so naive, so foolish. I had thought I could just blend in, learn, become a real Huntsman.

"But." He said, his voice calmer now. "It is too late to change what has been done. You passed the initiation, and expelling you now would only cause more harm than good."

I looked at him, a glimmer of hope shining in my chest.

"What do you mean?"

"Your team would be without a leader and we would have to find another student to complete JNPR." He said, his eyes steady and determined. "And that's why I'm going to train you, so that you deserve the opportunity you stole. I will make you someone worthy of Beacon."

I looked at him, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my body.

That's what I wanted, wasn't it? Become a real hunter, make a difference. But now, under his watchful eye, I knew it wouldn't be easy. I knew I would have to work harder than ever.

"I took the liberty of taking your sword from your locker before coming here." Said the teacher, tossing Crocea Mors to me. "Attack me with everything you have, not with the intention of scoring points or draining my Aura, come with the intention of killing me.

I swallowed hard, facing the teacher with my legs shaking a little.

"B-b-but professor, that wouldn't be." I tried to speak but I was cut off.

"Listen here Jaune!" He said pointing his black steel sword towards me. "I don't have time to justify every step of your training, do as I say or go back home like the liar that everyone will know you are."

I let out a horrified sigh, the thought of being humiliated and losing my friends was worse than any kind of training this teacher could put me through.

"Okay, Professor Luna." I said, my voice shaking a little. "I will do whatever it takes to prove that I belong here."

The teacher nodded, strangely he seemed relieved with my choice.

"Excellent. So let's get started." He said taking a defensive stance with his sword. "Attack me with all your strength."

RP # POV: Professor Luna​

As he was a younger version of me, I already knew he had no training, but I still needed to get an idea of where he was compared to the other students. With that in mind, I did the first day of training with him focused on a fight against me, him attacking me seriously while I stayed on the defensive and using counter attacks so I could evaluate his performance.

"You can rest now Jaune." I spoke only for the boy to fall to the floor, panting.

POF!

His limits were very low. His resistance was pathetic, his movements slow, his blows, despite being strong, lacked coordination and technique to connect them correctly. I sighed, disappointment settling in my chest once again. This would be a long and difficult road.

I approached the young man, my expression serious, my voice firm.

"You're going to have to train three times harder than any other student at Beacon, Jaune."

His eyes widened, a mix of shock and determination flickering across his face.

"Three times harder?"

I knelt down next to him, with my gaze steady I explained.

"Because you're starting from scratch. You have the heart, but you lack the technique, the stamina and the experience. Your colleagues have been training for years. You need to bridge that gap, and it won't be easy."

Jaune propped himself up on his elbows, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"But… I don't know if I can do that. I'm already suffering just trying to keep up with them."

I nodded, understanding his concern.

"I know it's scary. But remember, every great hero starts somewhere. You have potential, Jaune. You just have to be willing to put in the effort."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination.

"What if I don't make it? What if I fail?"

I placed a hand on his shoulder, my grip firm but comforting.

"Failure is part of the journey, Jaune. It's how you learn and grow." I said, trying to cheer the boy up. "You only need to do one thing to achieve your goals."

Jaune's eyes widened, staring at me, waiting for what he needed to do to get better.

"Don't give up." I said seriously, looking at the young man. "If you fail, try again, if you fall, get up, if the sword slips from your hand, pick it up again and hold on tighter."

The young man, still tired and breathing heavily, stands up without breaking eye contact.

"If you don't give up, you will always have a chance to improve."

Jaune's breathing slowly steadied as he stood before me, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and determination. The training hall was silent, the only sounds were the distant hum of the gym and the occasional echo of our movements.

"Thank you, Professor Luna." He said, his voice still a little breathless. "For keeping my secret."

I nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"It's not just about keeping secrets, Jaune. It's about giving you the chance to grow."

He looked at his hands, flexing his fingers as if imagining the weight of a weapon.

"I know I have a long way to go, but I'm willing to put in the effort. I don't want to disappoint anyone."

"That's the spirit." I replied, approaching. "Now go to sleep, as soon as you get to your dorm I would have sent you a training schedule, there will be a lot of running and a lot of working out.

"Hmmmm." Jaune replied, groaning in fear.

RP # POV: Pyrrha Nikos​

I was lying down when I heard the sound of the door opening. I got up to see who it was, when I came across Jaune limping in.

"Jaune?" I spoke, keeping my voice low.

When he turned to me, he tried to hide a pained grimace. His hair was wet with sweat, his uniform was dirty, his body was sweaty and he was breathing heavily. Something was wrong.

"Hey, Pyrrha." He replied, forcing a smile.

"What happened?" I asked worriedly. "Are you hurt?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Just... training with Professor Luna."

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Training? Or getting beaten up by him?"

He tried to laugh, but felt a stab of pain in his side.

"A little of both, maybe." He sat on the bed, carefully touching his side.

I got closer, becoming more and more worried about him.

"Let me see."

He hesitated before lifting his shirt. An ugly bruise was forming along his ribs. I frowned, kneeling down to examine him.

"This isn't just because of the training, Jaune. What really happened?"

He looked away, embarrassed.

"The teacher fought with me for an hour, we only took short breaks to catch our breath, at the time I hadn't even noticed this injury, but now that my body cooled down everything started to hurt."

I sighed, standing up.

"That's not right Jaune, a teacher can't treat a student like that, much less at such a weird time."

He looked down, tugging at a loose thread on his bedspread.

"It's okay Pyrrha, I promise."

I sat down next to him, nudging his shoulder with mine.

"I want to help you, Jaune." I murmured melancholy.

He smiled, this time genuinely as he sighed tiredly.

Jaune swallows hard and looks with his blue eyes at Pyrrha.

"Pyrrha, I have something to tell you."

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Boa noite pessoas,

[-]I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

[-] I would like to let you know that I read ALL the comments, I just set aside some comments here to answer if I can add something interesting to the talk.

[-]In the next chapter I think I will focus a little on Weiss. Would you like that?

COMMENTS:

[-]alexdel29 (wattpad):
This one-shot is very good and fun to read, please turned into a story, the comedy part got me interested the most.
I can imagine the female students of all years try their best to catch John/Jaune eye to date them, the adult female staff would too try their luck as well since John/Jaune is in their age range.
[-]Renan:
Thank you for the kind words.

[-]Mengsk(fanfiction):
Yeah. He could be a super teacher. I do want to see what lessons he has for each cast member.
But you're going to need a hell of a convincing reason for how he got here. Or why Ozpin would hire the first hobo who turns up to teach class.
[-]Renan:
He-he (Author laughs sweating), of course I have everything planned…

[-]Ravell_Aqim(AO3):
I've seen a few stories take different tacks on the Rusted Knight coming backwards in time, but I like what you've got here, and think it is very promising. And I think considering Jaune's position, a bit of angst is going to be a necessary part of the mix, although one balancing that with some lighter-hearted stuff would be nice. I think a story showing the Jaune we see above - one who is mentally scarred, but isn't completely twisted by his experiences (perhaps due to some hope of changing things?), and who is still recognisably Jaune - has a lot of potential.
[-]Renan:
When I made the first drafts of the story I was scared by the amount of angst I had written, but you're right, at least the beginning needs the angst, so that later we can balance it out more with humor.

[-]MorbiIIionaire(questionablequesting):
He already messed up and called her Pyr bruh I thought he'd last longer haha.
[-]Renan:
He may be older, more experienced, and a better fighter.
But he still has a bit of Dorky Knight in him.

 

[RenanPMoraes]

Bom dia Pessoal,

[-] I'm back from Thailand, I'll give more details about my brother's treatment at the end of the chapter.

[-] Postei uma oneshot isekai,Naruto: Isekai Saiyajin, there are people angry that I made the protagonist an Incel. Which isn't true, I made him an asshole, there's a difference... I think. More details at the end of the chapter.

[-]From now on I will put the comments before the chapter, as they have to do with the previous chapter, or influence me to write the current one.

COMMENTS:

[-]SentinalSlice(wattpad):

What does the RP # part of "RP # Pov" mean?

[-]Renan:

Not a big deal, it's the abbreviated name of the fic 'Rusted Professor'.

[-]Gur40(qq):

According to word of CRWBY Jaune using his semblance is a minor permanent buff and the reason Ren Semblance evolved. So if prof was to Amp his students after each spar they'd both be fully healed but get stronger faster... and if he's going that to his past self daily with his insane growth rates [compare Jaune in minutes in the initiation vs Oscar needing a month in Haven]

[-]Renan:

I honestly didn't know that. Thanks for the comment, that's interesting.

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RP # POV: Professor Ozpin

"Jaune." I began speaking, my voice firm and low. "I saw on the arena security camera your 'training' with your younger self."

Sighing tiredly, Jaune stared back at me without wavering before responding.

"It was necessary, Ozpin. At that time I had dreams of being a great hero, but I wasn't training seriously."

I took a sip from my ever-present mug of coffee, letting the silence stretch for a moment.

"Necessary, perhaps. But was it sensible?"

He leaned forward, hands clasped tightly together.

"Maybe not…" He replied, hesitating for a second, but clenched his fists and responded determinedly. "But now that he's had a reality check, I know he's on the right path."

I sigh tiredly at professor Luna's explanation. Even though he was right, I couldn't agree with the way young Jaune was treated.

"Jaune…" I began, my voice firm but compassionate. "I understand your intention, but we can't just beat our students with the excuse that it's training."

The time traveler sat back in his chair.

"I understand you Ozpin. I know I exaggerated, but from now on that won't be necessary."

"Do I have your word that this won't happen again?"

"Arc's word, it won't happen again." Jaune replied, giving me a sincere smile.

I leaned back in my chair, the tension in my shoulders easing a little. Jaune's promise with the Arc family name carried a weight that I couldn't ignore. The room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief with me, the air lighter now that the heavier part of our conversation was over.

"So, Professor Luna." I started, taking another sip of my coffee. "What do you have planned for the students tomorrow?"

Jaune's lips curved into a smile that was equal parts amusement and predation. It was a look I had never seen in him before, one that spoke of challenges and trials.

"Inter-team training training." He said, his voice a low rumble, like distant thunder.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued and a little confused.

"Very good." I said, placing my empty cup on the table. "I look forward to seeing what you have in store for them."

RP # POV: Weiss Schnee

"I need to calm down." I repeated it out loud, trying to carry out the action. "I know it's early, two hours before classes start, but I've already come here, there's no reason not to talk to him."

I raised my hand, knuckles ready to rap against the wood, but I hesitated.

"Come on, Weiss…" I whispered to myself, clenching my fists. "You faced Grimms. You can talk to a friendly teacher."

I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin, and knocked firmly on the door. The sound echoed through the hallway, a declaration of my resolve. I waited anxiously, my breath catching in my throat, as the seconds ticked by.

From inside, I heard metal hitting a wooden surface. Then, footsteps approaching the door. My heart jumped into my throat when the doorknob turned and the door opened to reveal Professor Luna in casual clothes and a pink apron with a little white bunny printed on it.

<Chef Luna>

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"Weiss?" Questions the professor, surprised by my visit. "What do you need so early?"

The pink apron, tight around his muscular chest and ripped belly, was a stark contrast to the serious demeanor I expected from him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words stuck in my throat.

"I-I-I w-want to t-talk t-to th-." I stuttered nervously.

But luckily for me, Professor Luna silenced me by raising a hand.

"You can stop there, I know why you're nervous." Said the teacher in a serious tone.

Surprised by his insight, I just stared at him in silence with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course the SDC heiress would be furious with someone like me referring to her by her first name, I promise it won't happen again Miss Schnee."

…

"No!" I exclaimed outraged.

"No?" The teacher asked, confused.

"I respect you a lot, sir, there's no problem calling me by my first name."

The relieved professor gave me a warm smile, capable of melting any nearby glacier in Atlas territory.

"To tell the truth, you can call me whatever you want."

An uncomfortable silence ensues and my jaw drops as I realize the nonsense I just said. The professor in turn acts like a gentleman and completely ignores what I said.

"You're here really early, would you like to have breakfast with me?"

I swallowed my nerves, trying to salvage what little dignity I had left.

"I would love it." I replied, forcing a smile. The teacher walked away, gesturing for me to enter.

His quarters were surprisingly cozy, a stark contrast to the cold, impersonal offices/apartments of the other teachers. A small table by the window was set, a pot of coffee and a basket of freshly baked rolls. The aroma filled the room, warm and inviting.

"Please sit down." He said, pulling out a chair for me.

I hesitated for a moment, but then sat down, my back rigid, hands folded in my lap. He poured me a cup of coffee, the steam rising in a delicate dance.

"I must admit, I didn't expect to see you here." He said, placing a plate with a stack of pancakes in front of me. "But I'm happy to welcome any of my students in need."

I tried to dismiss the plate of pancakes politely, with an awkward smile on my face.

"Oh no, I couldn't…"

"Nonsense." Professor Luna interrupted, pushing the plate closer to me. "You're going to need energy today, my class won't be easy."

His tone was firm but gentle, leaving no room for argument. The aroma of the pancakes was tempting, a sweet, comforting smell that filled the room. I could almost taste the warmth and hint of vanilla just from the fragrance of them.

I sighed, giving in, and picked up the fork. The first bite was divine, the pancakes light and fluffy, with just the right amount of sweetness. I couldn't help but close my eyes briefly, savoring the taste.

"Good, aren't they?" Professor Luna asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

I nodded, swallowing hard before speaking.

"Yes, they are delicious. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now tell me, what brings you here so early?" The teacher asked, focusing me once again on our conversation.

I straightened my posture, setting down my fork and folding my hands in my lap again.

"Professor Luna." I began, my voice firm and formal. "I wanted to speak to you, sir, about a conversation I had with professor Port yesterday."

Professor Luna raised an eyebrow, his expression curious.

"Oh? And what was this conversation about?"

I opened up to him, I talked about how arrogant I was declaring that I was the best and most perfect on the RWBY team, I talked about how selfish I was demanding to be made the team leader and also how the teacher made me recognize my arrogance.

"I'm grateful for the reality check professor Port gave me, but still…" I hesitated to continue, feeling vulnerable.

"It still hurts to have your flaws exposed and rubbed in your face?" The teacher asked in a serious tone.

I widened my eyes, surprised by Professor Luna's accuracy about what I was feeling. I opened my mouth to answer him, but I couldn't utter a response to him. The teacher gave a soft smile, his eyes reflecting deep understanding.

"What you are feeling is normal." The teacher said in a fatherly tone full of affection. "And to tell you the truth, I'm mentoring a first-year student with a similar problem."

"Mentoring?" I questioned with an arched eyebrow, curious about the teacher's statement. "And what does that entitle?"

"I basically give him private lessons." The professor replied, taking a sip of coffee.

Even though I was curious to know what I needed to do to have private classes with professor Luna, I decided to return to the subject at hand.

"I understand that my problem may be common, but how can I deal with it? How can I be… better."

With his eyes reflecting an almost infinitekindness, professor Luna gives me a warm, fatherly smile that makes my cheeks turn slightly pink.

"The fact that you are feeling this way and trying to improve yourself already makes you a better person, Weiss." Said the professor, drinking another cup of coffee. "I'm proud of the kind of woman you are becoming."

I looked at him, touched by his words. It was a feeling I didn't expect, but it resonated deeply with me.

"But…" He continued, his voice firm and comforting. "Exercising humility and deflating your ego is a healthy way to avoid future pain."

His words hit home deep in my ego. I have always been proud of my abilities, my status and my lineage. The idea of humility was strange, but not uncomfortable.

"I understand." I spoke quietly, my voice softer than I intended. "It's just... I've always been told that as a Schnee I must be the best, that everyone needs to know that I'm at the top."

Scratching the back of his head with one hand, the teacher reflected on what I had said and then nodded with his gentle expression.

"You can continue on your path to being the best, that is not the issu here. Just don't shout with a megaphone how much better and superior you are compared to everyone else."

I felt my cheeks flush at the teacher's words, heat spreading across my face like wildfire. His analogy, although exaggerated, was more accurate than I would like to admit. My father gave me the basis in my way of thinking, and although it hurts to have this exposed so clearly once again, I'm happy to be able to move away from this behavior.

"I appreciate your honesty and kindness, Professor Luna." I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "When Professor Port spoke to me he was right, but he was a little… blunt with me."

Giving a melodious laugh, the teacher alleviates the tension that had arisen between us.

"Professor Port isn't always direct, but when he needs to be he's as subtle as a punch in the nose."

A light chuckle escapes me as I stand up, thanking him once again for the conversation. Professor Luna also stood up and approached, his presence filling the room. He placed his large, calloused hand on my shoulder. Its weight was surprising, a reminder of the strength hidden beneath her calm demeanor.

"Whenever you need me, I'll be here to help you, Snow Angel."

His hand remained on my shoulder as a reminder of your strength, his wisdom and his kindness. It was a touch that calmed me, that made me feel seen.

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes, as deep blue as the ocean, held a depth of understanding and experience that was both comforting and intimidating.

'By the Gods, he smells like pine and vanilla.' I screamed mentally, using all my willpower to maintain my poker face. 'I need to buy aromatic oils with this fragrance.'

"T-thank you very much." I replied, stuttering a little.

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Excellent. I have faith in you, Weiss." The teacher said, walking me to the door. "And just because you're not a leader today doesn't mean you can't be one in the future."

I looked at Professor Luna, a hopeful smile spreading across my face like a child who received a new bicycle for Christmas.

"Do you really think so?" I asked full of expectation.

He nodded, his expression serious but gentle.

"You are young, dedicated, talented, courageous, intelligent and also… very elegant." The last one he said, moving his eyebrows in a humorous way. "But now if you'll excuse me I need to get ready for classes today."

When the door closed behind me, I stood there, my cheeks red and my heart pounding in my chest. The teacher's words echoed in my mind, each one igniting a heat inside me.

'Dedicated, talented, courageous, intelligent and also very elegant.' The words repeated, each one resonating more deeply than the last.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the churning in my stomach refused to subside. The hallway seemed to rotate slightly, the walls blending into a kaleidoscope of colors. I leaned against the cold stone, feeling the solidity ground me.

"He called me elegant." I whispered to myself, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

It was a simple word, but it carried so much weight. It was a validation of everything I strived to be, an acknowledgment of the balance and grace I worked so hard to maintain.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, realizing something. "Did fe called me… 'Snow Angel'?"

RP # POV: Pyrrha Nikos

The room buzzed with the usual morning bustle, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

I wanted more information about John Luna, but I found nothing on dust-net or in the research I had done in the past year about Huntsman and Huntress institutions. None of the big four academys had professor Luna's name as a teacher. In other words, in addition to not being a Beacon faculty member, he was also not transferred from any of the other three.

'It would be less suspicious if he was a teacher-in-training, but no… he came posing as a substitute.' I thought in silence.

On the first day my instincts hammered my mind with suspicion, suspicion nipping at the edges of my curiosity.

'Who was this man and why had he descended upon Beacon like a ghost?' I thought silently.

But then, I saw him in action. The fluidity of his movements, the precision of his strikes, was like watching a master artist at work. He danced around Yang's fury with an ease that proved his expertise, each step calculated, each movement a testament to years of honed skill.

An exceptional huntsman being asked to teach the next generation was not unusual. So my doubts began to subside, replaced by a reluctant respect. This man knew what he was doing, his knowledge and skill were unquestionable.

However… the memory of Jaune's limp the night before reignited my doubts.

Professor Luna may be skilled, but he was also ruthless. The cruelty he showed Jaune left a bitter taste in my mouth. Jaune was inexperienced, yes, but he was also dedicated and kind. Seeing him reduced to a shadow of himself, all because of one man's severity, stirred a deep resentment within me.

The respect I had begun to feel for him now warred with a growing disdain.

'How could a teacher at Beacon be so cruel?'

Clapping hands breaks my train of thought, when I look at the source of the sound I see the teacher drawing the students' attention.

"Alright, class calm down." He ordered, his tone authoritative and more serious than usual.

The room fell silent almost instantly, all eyes turning to the front, where he stood, his posture erect and his gaze unyielding.

"Today, we will focus on teamwork in an unconventional way." He announced, his voice echoing through the room. "Those who hear their names called come before me ready to fight."

'Only three?' I question internally. 'The normal thing was to train in fours or pairs when it came to teams.'

"Weiss Schnee, Jaune Arc and Cardin Winchester!" He announced loudly. "You three will make a team to face me."

The room began to talk in whispers, a low hum of confusion and surprise running through the students. Eyebrows raised, heads turned and shoulders shrugged as everyone tried to understand the team's unusual composition.

"Wow, what a problematic team." Yang murmured, leaning into Blake. "I think the only way it could be more chaotic is if there was a faunus with them."

Blake freezes for a second, but gives a forced laugh, agreeing with Yang.

I look at Jaune, who looked just as perplexed as the rest of us. His eyes met mine briefly, a silent question passing between us. I offered him a small, encouraging smile, but his expression remained worried.

Cardin, on the other hand, wore a smug smile, clearly pleased with the opportunity to show off.

The SDC heiress, on the other hand, had a serious and concentrated expression on her face, as if she had been called by a superior at a company to prove something.

In a few minutes, the three of them equipped and went to the center of the room in front of the professor wearing black armor, different from the rusty one he wore last time.

'That must be the armor he used when training with Jaune.'

"Today, we will simulate a real-world scenario." Professor Luna explained, his voice clear and authoritative. "There will be times in your careers as Huntsmen when you will have to work with strangers, people you have never met before. That's why I chose a different member from each team."

The room fell silent, each student hanging on to their words. I leaned forward, my curiosity piqued. This was a new approach, one that promised to test our adaptability.

"Your task is simple." He continued. "You must work together to defeat me. Weiss, you will be the leader of this exercise."

Weiss's eyes widened a little, but she quickly composed herself, standing a little straighter. I could see the wheels turning in her mind as she began to strategize.

"Hold on." Cardin interrupted, his voice tinged with arrogance. "Why don't you let me lead? After all, I am already a very successful, competent and humble leader."

"I'm also a leader-." Jaune tried to speak.

"Please, Arc." Cardin said, silencing Jaune. "Adults are talking."

Professor Luna's gaze sharpened, his voice dropped to a low, stern tone.

"If you are such a good leader, you need to practice following orders and not giving them." The teacher replied, giving a slightly threatening smile.

Cardin's mouth closed, his smug expression replaced by a frown. Weiss, meanwhile, looked thoughtful, her eyes scanning the room as if already planning her first move.

Jaune looked nervous but determined, his hands gripping his weapon tightly. I caught his eye and gave him a little encouraging wave. He returned a grateful smile, his grip relaxing slightly.

"You have five minutes to discuss your combat strategy." Professor Luna said, taking a step back. "After that, the battle begins, no ringout. Only red Aura, fainting and surrender will end this fight." The professor concluded by putting on his black helmet.

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Boa noite pessoal,

[-]Today's chapter was lighter than the first ones, just as I had envisioned this fic would be. The comedy and slice of life elements will appear more and more, but I won't take all the action out of the plot because the nature of the original show was action.

[-]My one-shot, Naruto: Isekai Saiyajin, is focused on action and comedy. If I decide to serialize the fanfic, I plan to further explore the bonds between the protagonist and Naruto as brothers. Some readers loved the protagonist's humor, while others were uncomfortable with him being portrayed as an "incel." In my defense, I'm intentionally writing the character to be an asshole, not an incel. What's the difference? If I serialize the story, I promise to make that clear.

[-]As my brother has already shared most of the treatment on Instagram, I think it's okay to give some more details.

He suffered a serious accident, which almost cost him his life. As a result, he was 100% blind, his right leg was amputated and his left leg underwent several procedures to be saved. I went with him to Thailand as an escort, where he underwent stem cell treatment. We are hopeful that he can regain much of his vision.

So far, the treatment has been a success, with no signs of rejection or infection. This brought me a lot of relief as the stem cells were injected into the optic nerves throughout his face and at the base of his spine. An infection in these areas could be extremely problematic.

In Thailand, I didn't have much time to sightsee. I just went out to buy some clothes for my brother, who needed them, and on a free day, I managed to have lunch in a less touristy area. I ended up having lunch with some Thai miners which was really cool... this kind of thing happens when someone with ADHD decides to wander around Asia alone.

[-]Photos from the trip (most are from treatment and physiotherapy), can be seen on my brother's Instagram ( vitor_piva) or mine ( ).

[-]My brother doesn't speak English, but he loves it when I tell him about your comments, so please feel invited to send him a "Hi" or a "You're a medical doctor and your older brother writes fanfic on the internet, does he have no shame or self-love?"

 

[RenanPMoraes]

Good morning people,

[-] I'M GOING TO RELEASE MY FIRST BOOK! "Reincarnation Virtue" is an isekai story set in a medieval fantasy world with gender morality reversal. I give more details at the end.

[-] I wanted to comment on today's chapter here, but the title of the chapter is enough of a spoiler.

COMMENTS:

[-]Guest(Fanfiction):

Great chapter been waiting for an update to this story glad to see it. Can't wait for the next one. Ps is older jaune going to have a pairing and if so with who? Also who is young jaune going to be paired up with honestly Pyrrha is too obvious Weiss maybe we know she crushes on older jaune in the ever after.

[-]Renan:

First of all, there will be no Harems in this story.

Old Jaune will have a pair… I just don't know who it is. I'm inclined to choose the pair that would have the most hilarious consequences, so I thought of: Winter, Willow, Raven, Pyrrha's mother (Does she have a Canon name?), Emerald or even Cinder.

And about young Jaune… I'm open to suggestions.

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RP # POV: Weiss Schnee

On the other side, Professor Luna is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching us with a piercing gaze. The tension is palpable with the boys next to me waiting for me to say something, I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm and start talking.

"Okay, we need a plan." I start by trying to sound more confident than I actually am. "In the last class we saw that Professor Luna is an efficient fighter and capable of easily dodging one of the strongest students in our class. We need to attack together and coordinate our movements. Do you agree?"

Cardin rolls his eyes, crossing his arms in a disinterested gesture.

"I don't need some anoying, flat-ass girl telling me what to do." The gingercomplains.

"Professor Luna made me leader so-."

Cardin cuts me off, raising his hand, looking at me irritated.

"I will defeat the professor alone and you will have the chance to benefit from being on MY team." The ginger said in an arrogant tone.

With his chest puffed out, he walks away, reiterating that he has no interest in collaborating.

Frustration and sorrow take over me. I try to maintain my composure, but my shoulders sag slightly.

'I couldn't be a leader for 5 minutes?' I questioned myself in silence. 'Professor Luna gave me a chance and I managed to fail before the fight even started?'

I look at my hands, the same ones that should be able to wield a weapon and protect others, but now seem so useless.

'I always thought I would be a perfect leader, but now... I'm not sure I'm a competent Huntresses.'

"Hey, Weiss." Jaune walks over, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about him. Your plan sounds good. Shall we work together?"

I look at Jaune, surprised by his positive attitude. He smiles encouragingly, and I feel some of my confidence return.

"Thank you, Arc." I respond, cheering myself up. "If Cardin wants to act like a duffus, let's let him go first, that way we'll have a better read on the professor's movements after he fumbles."

Smiling Jaune nods, determined.

"As no one saw the teacher fight for more than 5 minutes, this type of information is vital." I informed the blonde, recovering my usual posture.

Jaune chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

"Actually, Weiss, I fought Professor Luna for well over five minutes."

I turn to him, shocked.

"What?" I questioned in surprise.

Jaune nods, a little embarrassed.

"He called me for a private training last night and it was as intense as it was…extensive."

My expression changes from surprise to curiosity.

"Are you the student he is mentoring?" I asked curious and a little indignant. "But…how?"

Jaune shrugs, trying to look casual, but I can see tension in his eyes.

"Let's focus on our strategy, then you can ask the teacher himself."

I take a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts.

'Jaune is right.' I think to myself. 'We need to focus on the fight.'

"Okay, Jaune. I'll need you on the front lines. I'll support you while I look for an opening."

"Count me in!" Says the blonde, drawing his sword and equipping his shield.

"Please you need to-!" I stopped myself mid-complaint as soon as I noticed that he hadn't questioned me. "Do you agree with me?" I ask confused. "Just like that… without complaining?"

Before Jaune could respond, the teacher caught shouted.

"Attention team WJC (Witch)!" Shouted the teacher.

Cardin looked towards John Luna wielding his heavy mace with an evil smile. Jaune raised his shield, only to then step in front of me.

"Your fight begins… now!"

RP # POV: Professor Luna

Cardin advances towards me, charging at maximum speed. His heavy steps echo across the ground, determination written on his face. He doesn't have to worry about the limitations of a ring, so he takes the opportunity to give it his all.

"ROARGH!" He roars, bringing the apple down towards me.

I dodge with ease, taking a half step to the side at the last second without drawing my sword or even raising my shield.

The ginger's blows are strong and fast, but clumsy and more telegraphed than Yang's.

With clenched teeth he spins in a wide arc, trying to hit me in the face, in response I bend down, feeling the wind pass over my head.

"Come on, teacher!" Cardin shouts, his voice thick with frustration. "Are you just going to run away?"

I responded smiling in silence, which was enough to enrage him.

Cardin tries to sucker punch me, but I block it with my forearm, deflecting the blow without wasting much energy. He tries again, this time swinging his mace with all his body weight, but I jump out of reach, leaving him off balance.

"Focus." I speak loudly with a firm voice. "Strength and speed without technique is useless."

He growled in response, eyes blazing with anger.

Cardin Auras lights up and then he activates the red Dust crystal inside his heavy mace only to then hit the ground, causing a wave of fire to explode towards me.

FWOOOM-CRACK!

The flame grows quickly in my direction, the intense heat already warming my face through the visor of my helmet.

"No!" Weiss shouts, her voice thick with concern.

Jaune, next to her, looks tense, but doesn't move out of her way. Cardin, on the other hand, smiles triumphantly, certain that his attack with Dust's crystal-charged Semblance caught me off guard.

'His Dust Grade is greater than what is allowed in training.' I think worriedly.

Even though I could quickly leave the line of attack, I decided not to. The students behind me would be affected. I maintain my position by raising my shield forward and activating one of its internal mechanisms.

CLICK!

The sound of metal unfolding echoes through the room as the shield doubles in size. When the flames hit the shield, I activate my Aura, charging it with additional strength. A wall of Hard Light Dust expands the shield area even futher, completely blocking the flames from passing through me.

In front I see nothing but a white flash while in my peripheral vision I notice shades of orange and red.

In moments the intense heat dissipates, leaving only a soft glow around the shield. The students behind me breathe a sigh of relief.

Cardin, still with the mace in his hands, stares at me in surprise with his mouth open.

"FUCK!" Cardin shouts, charging at me.

Cardin's reckless behavior could have hurt his colleagues. Furious at the young man's behavior, I grip the handle of the shield tightly, my knuckles turning white.

"It's time for you to learn that…" I speak with a voice full of contempt. "Idiotic actions have deadly consequences."

Cardin ignores me and continues his attack. Once again I dodge easily, but this time I take advantage of his open guard.

With a quick movement, I turn my body and hit his face with the edge, making him stagger.

He stumbles back, almost falling. Without giving him time to recover, I advance again, this time drawing my sword. The steel shines in the light of the room, and I make a precise blow, hitting Cardin's hand, making him drop the weapon.

Cardin falls to his knees, holding his face where the shield hit him. The students watch in shocked silence, but I stand firm.

"Get up, Cardin." I say with a firm voice, looking at him with intensity. "The fight is not over."

He stares at me without reaction, his expression of pain and surprise mixed with shame.

As he did not move, I raised my sword, pointing the sharp blade directly at Cardin.

'I don't want to kill or even hurt him.' I think looking at Cardin. 'But he needs to learn his lesson while there's still time.'

The tension in the room is palpable, each student holding their breath, waiting for the next move. Cardin's eyes widened, expecting the worst.

"Professor, please..." Weiss begins, her voice shaky, but she is interrupted by a sudden movement.

Suddenly something hits me in the back.

BONK!

The sound of metal hitting my armor echoes through the room. The force of the impact made me think that a van had run over me.

Caught by surprise, I am thrown away, but as soon as I hit the ground, I plant my sword in the floor, turning my body towards the attacker. As soon as I stabilize and get to my knees I see who attacked me.

"It can't be…" I murmur in surprise.

From afar, I see my younger self trying to help Cardin to his feet. The ginger looks as shocked as I am. Cardin's eyes are wide, and he's still holding his face where my shield hit him. Jaune, with a worried expression, reaches out to him.

"Come on, Cardin." Jaune says, in a firm but gentle tone.

Cardin hesitates for a moment, looking at Jaune. Finally, he accepts the help and gets up, still staggering a little. Weiss, who has been watching everything, steps forward, her eyes fixed on me.

"Jaune, Cardin, you have to attack together!" Weiss shouts, her voice firm and determined. "I will try to limit his movements."

Jaune hesitates for a moment, looking at Cardin, who is still recovering from the blow. Cardin, his face red with pain and embarrassment, complains loudly.

"Why do I have to work with Arc?" Cardin says hoarsely.

"You can stay out of it." Says Jaune, genuinely concerned for his well-being. "You won't be any help if you're hurt."

Although the young Arc was worried about Cardin, the ginger took offense to the claim.

"Fuck you Arc." Complains Cardin, taking his hand off his face and wielding his gun with two hands. "Everything you do, I'll do double."

A smile appears on my lips at the scene unfolding in front of me.

'Congratulations young me.' I thought proudly. 'He managed to coerce Cardin without even realizing it.'

With shield raised and sword in hand Jaune advances. Cardin follows beside him, mace ready to strike. I watch the two approaching, the tension increasing with each step.

"Jaune, block the professor's attacks." Commands Weiss while charging her rapier with Dust. "Cardin, when you see an opening, attack with full force."

Jaune nods, shield firmly held. Cardin, despite the pain, remains focused, mace in hand. Weiss, in turn, steps back slightly, eyes shining with determination.

"Good to see you are working as a team." I speak loudly for the whole room to hear. "But that doesn't mean I'm going easy on you."

Jaune is even worse than Cardin in his attacks, he telegraphs as much as him, but he's even slower. I can easily take a step to the right and dodge his attack.

At least that's what I wanted to do.

"Hmm?!" I grumble in surprise when I can't move.

My right leg was trapped in ice, preventing me from moving.

"What?" I questioned looking over young Jaune's shoulder and I saw Weiss with Myrtenaster stuck on the ground. "Clever girl." I whispered, smiling.

The heiress, using Jaune as cover, stuck her Ice Dust-charged blade into the ground. As she was behind her colleague, the dust glow was hidden from my view. I only noticed the ice when it grew on my leg, forming a trail heading straight for me.

The intense cold began to envelop my leg more. I try to move, but the ice is already firmly attached to the ground, immobilizing me.

"Come on!" I grunt, breaking the ice with the hilt of my sword.

A foolish mistake on my part, as I had two enemies nearby.

Weiss smiles, eyes shining with satisfaction.

"Now!" She exclaimed triumphantly.

Jaune swings with all his might into my sword, forcing my weapon arm back. The surprise of the attack catches me off guard, leaving my guard open. The impact resonates through the metal, and I feel the vibration travel up my arm.

"Cardin!" Weiss commands, her voice firm and determined.

Cardin doesn't waste the chance. With a roar, he charges forward, the glowing mace raised above his head. I see the determination in his eyes, the raw strength combined with his Dustless Semblance that he is about to unleash.

The mace comes down with all its force, hitting me directly in the chest.

BOOM!

The pain is immediate, but what I feel most is the explosion of Aura that follows. The impact is so intense that I am thrown backwards, the ground quickly moving away from beneath my feet.

The air around me turns into a mist of energy as I am thrown through the air. I feel the wind rushing past my skin, gravity pulling me back to the ground.

POK!

I landed with a thud, the impact reverberating through my body. Dust rises around me, and for a moment, all I see is a cloud of particles floating in the air.

"We dit it!" Cardin shouts celebrating. "We defeated that mother fucker."

The ginger's happiness is short-lived with the announcement of a robotic voice.

(John Luna lost 12% Aura)

"W-what?" Cardin babbles. "After a blow like that?"

As soon as I get up, I give the command on my scroll for the scoreboard to announce the Aura of everyone in the arena.

(John Luna - 88% Aura)

(Cardin Wintchester - 57% of Aura)

(Jaune Arc - 100% Aura)

(White Snow - 97% of Aura)

"Don't take it personally, kid." I respond by heading towards the three while sheathing my sword on my shield, similar to how I did when I had Crocea Mors in the past. "Your attack was excellent, the problem is that I have a lot of Aura."

Weiss and Jaune stared at me with wide eyes and open mouths, as if they had been silenced in shock at my Aura reserve. Cardin on the other hand protested loudly.

"Cheating son of a bitch!"

I ignore Cardin's foul mouth and face the three young people in front of me, feeling great joy and pride inside me.

"Even though it was just a maneuver, I'm proud that you worked as a team." I comment, feeling proud of my students. "The ability to work with strangers, even those who dislike you, is a valuable tool."

Weiss and Jaune exchange glances, a mix of relief and surprise on their faces. Cardin, on the other hand, seems more mildly irritated. He mumbled something inaudible, but I can see the tension in his shoulders ease.

"However." I continue talking to a more serious one. "I'm not happy with Cardin's language and conduct during this fight. And if I praise you as a team, I will also punish you as a team."

Cardin takes a step back, as if trying to distance himself from the words he just heard. Jaune raises his shield worriedly while Weiss, always the most composed, crosses her arms and looks at me with an expression that mixes defiance and respect.

"So are the three of us going to detention?" Asks the curious heiress.

"That's not the kind of punishment I'm talking about." I respond with a wicked smile spreading across my face as I bring my right hand to the hilt of the sword sheathed in my shield.

I press another mechanism on my shield, and a metallic sound echoes through the room. The initial click is followed by a low, steady hum, as if gears are turning inside the shield. The sword, which was sheathed, begins to unfold inside the shield, locking itself inside.

Then the sound intensifies as the sword and shield construct begins to unfold in length in the form of an upright while parts of the shield detach from the construct and fit into the arm, forming bracers. Metal expands, each segment fitting perfectly with a precise click.

The blade The sword opens to reveal the serrated teeth making a cutting sound as they click into place. The buzzing turns into a low, menacing roar as the electric dust-powered saw turns on.

VRRRRR!

The transformation complete, the two-handed chainsaw mount sword is ready.

<The Weapon>​

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Weiss's eyes widen, and I can see the reflection of the weapon in her light blue eyes. Jaune looks worried, but keeps his stance firm, ready for whatever comes next. Cardin remains alert, the mace still in his hands, but with a defiant expression on his face.

"Well." I speak with a firm and determined voice. "Now that the weapon is ready, let's continue."

RP# POV: Yang Xiao Long

I watch the scene with wide eyes.

The formation of Weiss, Jaune and Cardin is great for unfamiliar team.

Jaune tanks the professor's heaviest attacks while Cardin engages trying to put him on the defensive. Weiss, on the other hand, uses her Glyphs and Dust to help her allies and hinder the enemy.

'They even look like one of those groups of RPG.' I think to myself.

VRRRRR!

The sword roars as the teacher executes a broad swing, knocking the boys away.

"If he took down the big guys with ease, imagine what he's going to do to poor Weiss." I comment to my sister next to me.

I expected Ruby to be angry with the comment I made about her partner, but she was frozen with wide eyes, staring at the teacher who was moving with the force of a cannonball.

"Dragon Slayer!" She whispers, with a voice full of admiration.

I turned curiously to Ruby and questioned her.

"What are you talking about, Ruby?" I ask, frowning.

Ruby looks away, clearly embarrassed, but she still responds.

"A few months before we started at Beacon I was home alone." Ruby said, turning her gaze to the fight. "Uncle Qrow came home late, drunk and in a bad mood... even more so than usual."

"What was his problem? Did he lose his scroll, did they steal his motorcycle or set his pants on fire… again?" I asked, already remembering our uncle's strange bad luck.

Ruby shakes her head distressed, cutting off the humor I'm trying to put into our conversation.

"He had come back from a mission, a mission to hunt a Grimm." Ruby said, whispering as if it were a secret.

"A Grimm?" I questioned in surprise. "Like… just one?"

"But it wasn't any Grimm." Ruby said, swallowing hard. "It was a leviathan class."

I take the same classes as my sister, but I've never heard of this type of Grimm, luckily for me she explained right away.

"It's an ancient and powerful type of Grimm, Uncle Qrow went with someone to kill it."

I look at Ruby with a raised eyebrow. I know my uncle is an elite Huntsman, but missions to exterminate powerful Grimm like Goliaths are made up of by several teams, sometimes assisted by a small army.

"So he and some other guy killed such a dangerous Grimm?" I ask, in disbelief.

Ruby shakes her head, eyes fixed on the fight unfolding in front of us.

"It wasn't just anyone, it was someone as strong as him."

"Who?" I insist, feeling a chill run down my spine.

Ruby hesitates for a moment, as if choosing the right words.

"He called him, 'that blonde idiot'. That night I thought he was talking about our father, but the weapon the professor is using... fits the description of the one used to cut the giant Grimm's neck in one blow."

My eyes widen.

"Professor Luna?"

Ruby nodded in agreement.

"Uncle Qrow didn't say his name, but the weapon is identical, and it was named that day in honor of his achievement." Ruby said, swallowing hard. "Dragon Slayer." She spoke almost in a whisper.

I watch the fight with a mixture of admiration and curiosity.

Weiss, Jaune, and Cardin try to coordinate their attacks, but Professor Luna moves with a precision and speed that defies logic. Each blow of his monstrous sword is calculated, each step is a strategic move. It's as if he is dancing with death, and his students are mere spectators.

"How does someone like him come out of nowhere?" I mutter to myself, eyes fixed on the scene. "No one has ever heard of him before."

Blake, next to me, notices my bewilderment and leans in close.

"Are you talking about Professor Luna?" She asks, her voice low.

I nod, still not looking away from the fight.

"He has an aura of mystery." Says Blake, interested in the teacher. "Maybe he's a retired special ops agent, maybe he's a repentant criminal now fighting for justice, or maybe... an embittered warrior from the near future who managed to go back in time."

…

"You're crazy, girl." I responded, irritated by her crazy theory. "Your brain is rotting from that trash you read, I'm going to throw some of your books away before it gets worse."

Blake frowns and looks at me seriously.

"Firstly, I only read art. Secondly… touch my books and I'll cut."

I sigh, tired, and leave Blake aside, turning my attention to the fight.

(Cardin Wintchester - 13% of Aura)

"THAT WEAPON IS NOT FAIR!" Cardin shouts.

"Life is not fair." The teacher responds. "Now stop crying and get out of my ring."

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Good evening people,

[-]Any Berserk fans out there? References aside, today I wanted to show whether 'Professor Luna' had done anything other than save Amber. Say in the comments which Grimm he went hunting with Qrow and where he was if you know.

[-]About my book, "Reincarnation Virtue":

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It's a dream come true to publish my first book, on 12/06/2024.

I am deeply grateful to my mother and father, and especially to my younger brother who was essential for this dream to become a reality.

Synopsis:
"After an unexpected death, our protagonist awakens in a new world full of monsters and magic, with four moons lighting up the sky.

Reborn as Agnos Drakon, son of one of the powerful advisors of the Elysion Empire, he comes across a universe where women dominate and men with magical abilities are considered abominations.

Amid gaps in memories from his previous life, Agnos needs to discover his place in this new reality, learn to master his powers and face voracious creatures. All this while hiding from the holy inquisitors, who ruthlessly hunt down any man who dares to practice magic."

On the YouTube and TikTok channel, Nerd Rúnico, I am posting videos and music to help promote my book.

As my presence on social media is still modest, I would like to ask for your help by sharing information about the book.

 

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Bom dia Pessoas,

[-] I still remember when the initial idea for this story was to be focused on comedy…

[-] Regarding romantic pairings, Arkos seems to have more fans for young Jaune, while Professor Luna has several interesting suggestions, the favorites being Winter, Willow, Goodwitch and even Emmeral to accelerate her turn to good. The idea of Cinder and Raven seems to be... 'not liked'.

COMMENTS:

[-]Adult Shallot(Fanfiction):

I really enjoy this story. You are the first author I've seen that doesn't write Rusted Knight Jaune as some jaded piece of shit that doesn't give a damn about anyone

[-]Renan:

Thanks. I have the impression that Rusted Knight Jaune would have been a better explored character in the series, but as always… lack of time hurts the quality of the show.

[-]Essiter1987(Fanfiction):

The chapter, while excellent, wasn't my favorite. I get that this Jaune is probably a real cynical bastard, but there comes a point where it gets to be too much, you know? I liked Weiss getting to stepp and, of course, Jaune's going to work with her.

Congratulations on publishing your first story, by the by. Tried looking your story up on Amazon but I guess they don't have it yet. Sounds interesting, though.

[-]Renan:

Thanks for the compliment, but let's talk about Professor Luna being so cynical.

I admit my fault in this part, Luna is being harsh (especially with his version of the past) for urgent reasons. But I understand that my limitations made him seem like an asshole drill sergeant.
For some reason he interfered in several things that would happen in the future, but did not interfere in others (as will be elaborated in this chapter).

Answering about my book on Amazon. Due to my contract with the Brazilian publisher, I cannot sell an English version yet. Next year I will publish the English version.

[-]ArashiLee6(wattpad):

Jaune=Paladin=Tank

Cardin=Beserker=DPS

Weiss=Mage=Support

[-]Renan:

If it's a Tabletop RPG, we'll also need a rogue and a cleric.

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RP # POV: Ozpin

The sun begins to rise when I'm already at my office in a meeting, a mug of steaming coffee in my hands. Soft morning light shines through the windows illuminating the place.

Suddenly, my monitor lights up. The image of Glynda Goodwitch appears, her serious expression unable to disguise the dark circles under her eyes caused by sleepless nights dealing with the traitor Leonardo Lionheart.

"Good morning, Professor Ozpin," she begins, without preamble. "We need to talk."

I take a sip of coffee, keeping my expression neutral.

"Of course, Glynda. What happened?"

She takes a deep breath before speaking, as if organizing her thoughts.

"Leonardo Lionheart has been arrested on charges of involvement in Mistral's organized crime. Our targets continue to behave like normal students. As Haven's former management had already admitted the CMEN team, they have no reason to worry about the possibility of being discovered. Furthermore, any suspicious movement would draw unwanted attention to them."

My hand tightens on the mug, but my face remains impassive.

"Involvement in organized crime..." I repeat in an inquisitive tone. "A good excuse to hide the fact that he was working with Salem's forces." He speaks as I take a sip from my mug. "And do you know what this means for Haven?"

Glynda frowns in irritation and exhaustion, but responds in her steady voice.

"From now on I will be acting as headmistress of Haven Academy for an indefinite period of time." The teacher said in a morbid tone, fearing the bureaucracy she will have to deal with. "And if you don't find a suitable replacement, I will stay in the position ad infinitum."

I laugh at the teacher's behavior. Despite the disdain and drama in her speech, she knows that no one is more competent than her for the job.

Satisfied with the situation in Mistral, I take a big sip of my coffee, feeling the hot liquid go down my throat. Glynda, keeping her expression serious, decides to change the subject.

"I have another important matter to discuss with you, sir, it's about John Luna."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. Glynda has always been skeptical of new teachers, especially those with dark pasts and in the case of John, someone loaded with secrets about the enemy, she had been the most meticulous in analyzing his past history and the most doubtful of his character at first..

Although I was always willing to talk to Glynda, right now it is not the most appropriate to talk about John, after all, she had interrupted me in the middle of a meeting.

"I understand your concerns Glynda, but I think it's best we talk another time-." I tried to speak only to be cut off by Glynda raising her hand on the other end of the call.

She sighs, adjusting her glasses.

"In the beginning, it was clear to everyone that I didn't trust him. I thought the whole thing about going back in time was ridiculous." Said the teacher, sighing tiredly. "But now, after seeing him in action on the mission on Mountain Glenn with Qrow, the expedition with Port to Menagerie, the dismemberment of the Branwen clan, capture of the Spring Maiden and of course his hunt for the Grimm that terrorized the Kuroyuri region… I see myself forced to admit that I was wrong about… the 'old Jaune Arc'."

I lean forward, trying to speak, but Glynda once again cuts me off.

"He is exceptional as a Huntsman, not just when it comes to combat, although he is stupendous in that area as well."

Taking advantage of Glynda's pause, I tried to speak, but she cut me off for the third time.

"Please Ozpin," She said in a solemn tone. "I need to say everything so I don't get lost."

Tired of being interrupted, I respond by shrugging and allowing her to talk as much as she wants.

"The classes he has planned are brilliant, the way he deals with students is admirable, the combination of practical and theoretical experience that he implements corroborates what I and other teachers have been working on in the classroom... and on top of all he proved to be a trustworthy ally." The teacher says, breathing relaxed.

"Anything else?" I ask, looking at Glynda.

"Nothing important, but…" The teacher pauses for a second, her cheeks turning slightly red before she continues. "I must concede that he possesses a formidable physique, striking visage, and an air of refined elegance… ...a quality rarely observed among seasoned Huntsmen who dress like vagrants and could polish off a bottle of whiskey in one sitting."

My jaw drops at Glynda's last comment, not because I disagree with her or find it strange that she would think something like that.

"Aaah." Murmurs a male voice present in the room with me.

…

The teacher's eyes widened in horror, fearing who might have heard her.

"John Luna is sitting in front of me." I belatedly informed the embarrassed teacher. "From the beginning of your call, but out of range of my camera."

Glynda's face flushes crimson red as the teacher massages her forehead, feeling a migraine forming. Her eyes close for a moment, as if trying to erase the shame that consumes her.

"Thank you for the kind words, I also think you are a wonderful woman and an incredible teacher," Luna says, with an embarrassed but genuine smile. "And if I'm not being too familiar, you are a beautiful and elegant woman."

Glynda opens her eyes, surprised, and looks at Luna. Her face is dyed an even more intense red as she tries to regain her composure.

"Mister Luna, I..." The teacher begins, but I raise my hand, gently interrupting her.

"How about we end this call before it gets even more embarrassing for Glynda?" I suggest smiling at Haven's new director.

"Please…" The new headmistress of Haven mumbles, hanging up.

As soon as the monitor screen goes off, I turn to the man with 'formidable physique and striking visage'.

"Well, that was...awkward," I commented, taking another sip of my coffee.

John just laughs awkwardly at my comment.

"But it's good to know you're settling in well and that your colleagues think highly of you."

"Don't even tell me." John comments tiredly. "Despite the embarrassment, it's a relief to see that Miss Goodwitch thinks so much of me."

"I bet she'd love it if you called her by her first name." I added, raising my eyebrows.

Embarrassed, John coughs into his own hand, trying to distract me.

"Changing the subject, did you get the special handcuffs I asked for?"

I lean back in my chair, watching him with interest.

"Yes, I did it. They are in your armory, ready for use."

"Excellent." John comments with relief. "I'll need them for the next 'one on one' lesson."

I stare at John, unable to hide my concern. I focus all my attention on him to the point that I forget about the mug of coffee that is slowly cooling on the table.

"And are you sure this is necessary?" I ask with a serious tone. "Cuffs of this type are used on highly dangerous criminals, it seems extreme to me to use them on a student."

John Luna looks at me firmly and seriously before answering

"I understand your concern, Professor Ozpin. But believe me… these handcuffs are essential and avoid a lot of headaches."

I frown, trying to read the time traveler's expression, but he's determined to continue with his plan.

"And what exactly do you intend to do?"

He takes a deep breath, as if organizing his thoughts and answers me right away.

"Arrest a terrorist."

RP # POV: Blake Belladonna

The sun begins to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and purple. Most of the students are already leaving, eager to enjoy their Friday night in the town.

I, on the other hand, walk silently through the deserted hallways of Beacon, heading to the combat training room. Professor Luna wants to talk to me about Yang's erratic behavior.

"I swear to the gods Yang…" I mumble irritably. "If I get detention because of you, I'll dye your hair purple."

When I open the door to the room, I come face to face with the figure of John Luna, completely armored as if he was ready for war, training basic sword sequences.

'Even though he's a veteran Huntsman, he still dedicates to the fundamentals?' I questioned myself internally analyzing him.

I approach silently, watching each precise and calculated movement. The teacher moves with a grace and precision that only experience can provide, each blow flowing naturally into the next with the grace of a deadly dance. It's fascinating to see someone with so much skill dedicate themselves to the basics.

When I finally enter the arena, I begin to feel the wind caused by the pressure of his attacks. It's not like in Mistralian cartoons where a samurai can cut an enemy from 6 meters (20 feet) away, but the professor is strong enough to make my hair wave from his distance.

As I get closer I realize how tall it is. His presence is imposing, even though he maintains a friendly expression in class. There is something intense in his posture, and in his eyes a mixture of melancholy and determination, that makes him intimidating.

As soon as he notices my presence the teacher stops his training, turning to me.

"Blake, you're here." he says, taking off his helmet, flashing a warm smile.

"Professor Luna," I reply, maintaining my composure. "Did you want to talk to me?"

He nods, putting away his sword with one fluid movement.

"Sorry about that Blake," He says abruptly.

I'm taken by surprise when Professor Luna pulls out a pair of extendable bronze handcuffs and fastens them around my wrists. My eyes widen, and I instinctively try to use my semblance to escape them.

ZAP!

"AARGH!" I scream in pain while an electric current courses through my body, canceling my Semblance and keeping me trapped to the cuffs.

My thoughts race as I feel the cold handcuffs tighten around my wrists. The electric shock still resonates through my body, keeping me trapped.

'Was this a trap?' I think looking at the teacher in front of me. 'I'm handcuffed, without access to my Semblance and my tormentor is a Huntsman capable of facing three of my colleagues without breaking a sweat.'

I swallow hard knowing there is no escape.

"Wh-what's h-happening?" My voice comes out shaky while he approaches, his expression unchanged.

"I know who you are." He speaks, removing the bow from my head that hid my ears. "I know about your past."

I turn pale as memories flood my thoughts. The betrayals, the fights, everything I did to survive and protect the Faunus race.

'It all makes sense now. He's not just a teacher but a special agent, who infiltrated Beacon Academy to capture me.'

"You don't understand," I whispered desperately, trying to contain my panic. "I'm not who you think I am."

The professor raised an eyebrow, looking at me coldly.

"Aren't you Blake Belladonna? Daughter of Ghira and Kali Belladonna?" He asks rhetorically. "Wasn't your father deposed as leader of the White Fang because he was considered a 'weak pacifist'? And weren't you the one who ran away from home agreeing with the statements that your father was a 'coward'?"

My heart beats fast in my chest, fear takes over me. Every move, every word from Professor Luna seems calculated, as if he knows exactly what to say to unsettle me.

"I was just fighting for the Faunus' right to exist-." I tried to speak but he cut me off.

"That's enough!" He said, raising his voice in an imposing tone. "I'm not here for political debates, I'm here to solve a problem."

Professor Luna takes his hand back, searching for something. My mind races, remembering every mistake I made. The way I left home, calling my parents cowards. The harsh words I used, not understanding what my father meant by 'dangerous extremism'. Now, it all makes sense, and I deeply regret having acted without thinking.

'I'm going to die without being able to apologize, without being able to fix what I broke.'

But… to my surprise, the teacher shows a bright yellow metallic lunch box with an image of a white rabbit.

Smiling he asks.

"But first… would you like a tuna sandwich and some cold milk?"

RP # POV: John Luna

Sitting across from me, Blake devours the tuna sandwich with her gaze fixed on me, full of anger and resentment. The tension in the air is palpable, but I can't ignore what needs to be done.

"Blake," I begin, voice firm but not without empathy. "I'm sorry for tricking you into coming here and also for locking you up with handcuffs loaded with electricity Dust."

Without giving me an answer she continues to stare at me while slowly chewing the sandwich.

"But I needed to make sure you wouldn't run away." My tone is serious, but I soften it a little, trying to convey understanding. "These shock cuffs were the only way to guarantee your presence."

Without taking her eyes off me, she takes a quick sip of milk only to then complain.

"You have no right to treat me like this." She says indignantly. "I'm a Beacon student."

"You're not just a student, Blake." I respond by shaking my head. "You are a former terrorist on the run from the law."

Her golden eyes shrink, and she turns to the side, avoiding my gaze. She goes back to eating her sandwich, trying to ignore me.

"Blake… I just want to help you..." I speak in a calmer tone, getting her attention back. "You need to come clean to the rest of your team about being a Faunus and your past."

Her jaw drops, surprise written all over her face.

"Is that why you handcuffed me?" Blake questions with wide eyes.. "Aren't you going to arrest me or kill me?"

"No!" I responded, horrified at the suggestion. "I would never do that to you, Blake. I just want to help you connect with your team and if possible with your family."

The feline faunus frowns, still suspicious of me, but now a hint of curiosity was evident in her eyes.

"Why do you care about me so much?"

"Because I know what it's like to carry secrets," I explain looking down. "I know how much it can alienate those who care about you… I also know what it's like to run away from home chasing an ideal."

Finding my answer strange, Blake stopped eating to pay closer attention.

"Did you really run away from home to become a Huntsman and help people?"

I laugh awkwardly, shaking my head.

"Well, yes and no. I wanted to help people, but I also wanted to be a great hero."

Blake watches me, eyes narrowed, trying to read my intentions.

"So, you did it for fame?" She asks, judging the vanity of my answer

"Not exactly," I reply, pausing for a few seconds trying to find the right words. "Recognition from my family was important to me at the time... but I also wanted to prove to myself that I could be more than just an ordinary kid. I wanted to be someone who could inspire other people."

She relaxes a little, curiosity completely takes the place of distrust.

"And you did it?" Blake asks with her pupils dilated, fixated on every word that comes out of my mouth.

I smile, remembering the challenges and achievements I had passed. The fall of Beacon, the death of Phyrra, the Nuckelavee, the agents of Salem, the journey through Mistral, the war in Atlas, Penny death and my years spent in the 'Ever After'.

"Yes," I reply with a bitter taste in my mouth. "But not in the way I expected. The journey taught me much more than I could have imagined. I learned that being a hero is not just about fame or recognition. It's about making a difference, helping people, protecting those in need and doing what is right."

Blake nods, thinking about what she had said and especially what she hadn't said. Sighing tiredly, I approach the girl and remove her handcuffs.

"I won't force you to reveal your identity to your team." I commented smiling.

Blake raises an eyebrow, looking at me annoyed while massaging her wrists.

"But I warn you that the longer you delay, the more difficult it will be to deal with this situation."

Golden eyes stare at me, reflecting a mixture of fear and uncertainty within the Faunus. I hand her the ribbon to hide her ears, which she presses, an unconscious gesture that reveals her anxiety.

"What if they reject me?" Her voice is low, almost a whisper, but full of emotion. "I hid the truth for so long..."

As soon as tears began to flow from her eyes, I stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug. The girl reacts by sttifing her body, completely uncomfortable, finding my act strange, which many would also consider inappropriate.

"Your friends are stronger than you think." I said, trying to encourage her. "They won't reject you."

After hearing my words, the Faunus finally relaxes her body, but instead of hugging me back she pushes me away. Respecting my student's wishes, I release her, seeing her face red and filled with sadness.

"You don't understand." Blake says tearfully. "I lied to them about my past and what I am. Weiss is the heir to the S.D.C. she's definitely going to think I'm a spy or an assassin!" It ends with Blake covering his face trying to contain his feelings. "What if... what if this is the end of everything for me?"

"Then you won't face this alone." I spoke in a firm voice, the seriousness in my eyes reflected in hers. "I'll be by your side. No matter what happens."

Blake hesitates for a moment, internal conflict clearly getting the best of her. For a moment the silence stretched, heavy and uncertain. But I remained there, firm, waiting for her choice.

"Who are you?" She asks for more uncertainty. "I still don't understand... why do you want to help me?"

Blake looked at me with her golden eyes still watery. My words were more personal and intense than any average teacher should use.

But that's why I prepared so much before starting the year. I took a deep breath, maintaining my calm posture and gave the young woman a wide fatherly smile.

"Because I promised a very nice couple that I would help you."

The Faunus' eyes widened in surprise at my words, as if the impossible was about to be said.

"Before coming to Beacon I accompanied Professor Port on a Grimm cataloging mission in Menagerie."

"Impossible!" Blake shouts in disbelief. "Menagerie is a safe haven for Faunus to stay away from humans.

"It doesn't mean that humans are prohibited there... although the population tried hard to expel me and Professor Port."

If it hadn't been for the Belladonnas welcoming us, it wouldn't have been possible to fulfill our supposed 'mission'.

Blake froze. Her eyes widened, and for a moment she seemed unable to process what I was saying.

"Did you meet... my parents?" The disbelief in his voice was palpable.

"Yes," I confirmed, keeping my tone calm and sincere. "When I mentioned that there would be a Faunus student with the same surname as them called Blake…" I commented smiling at the young woman. "They know it could only be you."

Blake looked like she wanted to say something, but her words failed her. The internal conflict in her eyes grew. I continued, knowing now was my chance to hit her with the truth.

"Your parents are worried about you. Not just because they miss you, but because they know how heavy a burden you are carrying. Ghira is proud to know that you abandoned the Fang for the same reason he did and yet didnt gave up on helping people."

Tears began to well up in her eyes again, but she didn't look away. At least, not yet.

"Your father believes you have the heart to face any challenge," I continued. "But it was your mother who asked me to pass this on to you." I finish the sentence by pulling a Scroll out of my pocket.

With a few taps of the screen, I open a video file.

The Scroll's screen lit up, and Kali and Ghira Belladonna's faces appeared. Kalil's gentle, motherly smile filled the small space between me and Blake with an almost palpable aura of comfort and love.

"Blake, my dear," Kali began, her voice sweet and charged with emotion. "I don't know if you'll ever see this, but if you are watching... please know that your dad and I miss you so much..."

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Boa noite Pessoas,

[-] This will be the last chapter of this year. My book "Virtude da Reincarnação", will be released in December and I will be busy with other things too.

 

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RP # POV: John Luna

On a beautiful morning like this, I would usually be going for a run or perhaps meditating outdoors to enhance my Aura control. But right now, I'm in my office with team RWBY, providing moral support to Blake as she talks about her past with her team.

"After the train separated, I came to Vale, applied for Beacon initiation, and met you," says Blake in a melancholic tone, finishing her story before coming to beacon.

Ruby and Yang exchange looks, speechless. Blake's revelation is a gut punch, but it's Weiss who really steals the show on how bad she takes the news. Her pale blue eyes are wide, her mouth hanging open in pure shock and horror.

"I-I don't care t-that you're a Faunus," Weiss stutters, her voice cracking. "But were you really a member of the White F-Fang?"

Blake looks away, her feline ears flattening in embarrassment.

"The same White Fang that killed my relatives and friends?" Weiss demands, raising her voice.

Blake tries to explain herself, her voice shaking slightly.

"Weiss… I never supported or carried out murder and torture. I was fighting for a better life for the Faunus, not for bloody revenge."

Despite Blake's plea, Weiss doesn't accept it easily. Her face distorts with a fury I've rarely seen in her.

"This doesn't change anything, Blake! You were part of a terrorist organization. I demand that you be expelled or at least transferred to another team."

Ruby, ever the peacemaker, immediately tries to intervene.

"Weiss, please calm down," Ruby says, placing herself between the two. "Blake is not your enemy. She left that life behind and is our teammate."

But Weiss isn't willing to listen. She turns to me, raising an accusatory finger at Blake.

"Professor Luna, you can't just ignore this. You need to take action now."

On the outside, I keep my expression neutral, but inside, I feel a pang in my heart. This behavior from Weiss makes me very disappointed in her.

'This situation is delicate and needs to be handled carefully,' I think silently. 'It's time to use the nuclear option.'

"You're right, Weiss," I say, surprising everyone present. "Ruby, Blake, and Yang, you can leave and get ready for your first classes," I add firmly, turning to the half-sisters. "I'm proud of you two."

Ruby smiles happily at the compliment while Yang turns away, her face slightly red. I'm quickly left alone with Weiss.

Weiss lifts her chin, her light blue eyes shining with an indignation I've never seen before—not in this timeline or another.

"It is an outrage that a Beacon professor would side with a terrorist instead of the SDC heiress."

Her voice is firm, but I can hear the slight tremor, a clear indication that she's holding in much more than she lets on. Her posture is rigid, hands clenched at her sides. She is trying to maintain her composure, but her mask of nobility is cracking.

I know this Weiss is used to having everything her way, but this isn't a competition between egos. This is about understanding that the world is not black and white.

"Weiss," my voice comes out harsher than I intended, "don't resort to your old, arrogant persona just because things didn't go the way you wanted."

Weiss freezes, her eyes widening in surprise. A blush spreads across her face, embarrassment clear in every line of her expression.

"The entire Beacon faculty is aware of Miss Belladonna's situation, including Professor Ozpin," I say loudly, imposing my authority as a teacher. "You can be sure that your life was never at risk."

She opens her mouth to speak, but the words don't come out. For the first time since I met her, Weiss Schnee is at a loss for words.

The tension in the office is palpable, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. I watch Weiss, waiting for her to process what I just said. She looks away, her shoulders slumping slightly. The mask of nobility completely crumbles, revealing the vulnerable girl behind it.

The silence stretches, but I don't interrupt.

Weiss finally lifts her head, embarrassment evident on her face. Taking a deep breath, Weiss calms down despite her eyes reflecting deep pain.

"You must understand. The White Fang... they are not just a violent organization to me. They are a nightmare. The threats, the displays of carnage and torture sent directly to my home... those images haunt me to this day."

Her voice shakes, but she continues, determined to make me understand.

"I saw things... things... heads of servants and friends sent to our house in white boxes. The messages were always so clear, so brutal. 'This is what happens to those who oppose the White Fang.' I couldn't understand; I couldn't process it."

She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure.

"And now, I find out that someone I considered a friend, someone who sleeps in the same room as me, was part of this. How can I trust her again? How can I look at Blake and not see the carnage of the White Fang?"

Weiss looks away, her voice breaking.

"Sorry for feeling that way," Weiss begins until I interrupt her.

"No!" I exclaim in a firm tone. "You're not wrong for feeling that way."

I watch Weiss, her eyes shining with unshed tears. The vulnerability on her face is something I rarely see, and it reminds me how young she really is. The SDC heiress, the elegant noblewoman, is just a scared girl behind all that facade.

"Weiss," I begin, my voice soft but firm. "Your fear... is normal and expected. You've been through things no one should have to go through. The White Fang's violent actions have left deep scars on you, and that's not something that goes away easily."

Weiss looks up, surprised by my words. She expected a reprimand, a moral lesson, but not that.

"Your emotions are a natural reaction," I continue. "There's nothing wrong with being afraid, with feeling betrayed."

A sigh of relief escapes Weiss's lips. Her shoulders relax, the tension slowly dissipating.

"But," I add, and she stiffens again, "Blake wasn't responsible for the actions that haunt you, and she was honest with you. She confessed, even though she could lose everything. Now, it's up to you to process these feelings and decide how to deal with her."

Weiss looks away, her clear blue eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. She bites her lower lip, thoughtfully.

"I'm not saying you should forgive Blake immediately," I clarify. "Forgiveness is a process, and you should take as long as you need. But remember that you also came to Beacon trying to escape a fate that others were trying to push upon you."

Weiss nods, breathing slowly.

"You're right, Professor," she admits, her voice little more than a whisper. "I need time to think, to process all of this. But…thank you. Thank you for understanding, for not judging me."

I smile slightly, trying to calm her down.

"I'm here to help, Weiss. Whenever you need me."

RP # POV: Jaune Arc

I brought everyone from the JNPR team to study and do their classwork in the library. Silence and focus are what we need to complete our tasks.

But Nora... Nora has other plans.

"What a breakfast with team RWBY, huh?" Nora whispers, but her whisper is almost a scream. "They were so... so..."

"Nora, we're here to study," I interrupt, trying to keep my voice down.

"I know, I know!" She waves her hand, dismissing my concern. "Blake being a member of the White Fang during its violent phase is news to me, but the rest of team RWBY not knowing she was a Faunus is weird."

"Nora, you need to understand that Weiss is from Atlas," Ren interjects, his voice calm but firm. "It's possible she hasn't heard of Ghira Belladonna, as the violent version of the White Fang is much better known in Atlas than the original pacifist one."

Nora frowns, clearly unconvinced.

"Okay, but what about Ruby and Yang? They're from Vale and didn't know anything?"

Giving up on studying, I respond, trying to keep my voice down.

"Ruby and Yang didn't live in the capital, Nora. They grew up in Patch, a small rural island west of here. At the time of the protests, they were very young, no kids follow this kind of political news."

Nora crosses her arms, still not completely satisfied.

Pyrrha leans on the table, her eyes fixed on me.

"So Jaune, how did you know Blake was a Faunus?"

I look up from my books, surprised by the direct question.

On the first day of class, I mentioned to the rest of my team that Blake was a Faunus who was possibly hiding her identity to avoid discrimination.

"Well, in the town where I come from, Faunus and humans lived without much trouble. In fact, one of my sisters married a Faunus lawyer."

Nora gives a impish smile and speaks.

"Good to know I have a friend with lawyers in the family."

Ren's body shudders at the thought of the kind of trouble Nora could get into, knowing she has a lawyer to help her avoid consequences.

"At family gatherings, he would always talk about what was happening in the Faunus community," I say, putting down the book and giving up studying. "The White Fang's exchange of 'tactics' was something important and tragic, in his opinion."

Pyrrha frowns thoughtfully.

"I see... going from a pacifist organization to a violent one with a terrorist reputation is a pretty radical change."

I sigh heavily, remembering the intense conversations we had at the table baco at home.

"I remember him saying that Ghira Belladonna was devastated," I add, taking out my scroll and looking for a photo on the CCT network. "Blake shares the same last name, hair color, and eye color as the leading couple of the old White Fang, so I recognized her."

I found the photo quickly. It's an old image but sharp enough to make out the details. A peaceful White Fang protest, with banners and posters calling for equality and justice. In the center of the photo, a couple stands out: Ghira Belladonna, with his determined expression, and Kali Belladonna, with a soft but firm smile. Beside them, a little girl with cat ears, holding a sign bigger than her.

"Here," I say, turning the scroll so everyone can see. "These are Blake's parents. And this is her when she was little."

Nora leans in, eyes wide.

"Wow, she was cute!" says Nora, taking the scroll from my hand and sending a copy of the photo to herself.

Ren gives me a curious look.

"Why didn't you tell Ruby? You're friends, aren't you?"

I take back my scroll and return it to my pocket. Ren's question is valid, but the answer is not so simple.

"When I realized Blake was a Faunus, I thought about telling Ruby. But... I didn't know Blake's reasons for hiding her ears. If she was doing it, she must have had a good reason."

I shrug, looking at the table.

"So I decided not to interfere. If Blake wanted the others to know, she would tell them herself. It wasn't up to me to reveal her secret."

Nora nods, understanding.

"It makes sense. Blake has always been a bit reserved. It must have been difficult for her to let go of a secret like that..."

Pyrrha watches me, a soft smile on her lips.

"You did well, Jaune. Respecting others' privacy is important."

A dry cough cuts through the air, echoing through the library. We turn, and there's the librarian, her eyes sharp as daggers. She makes a sudden gesture, her index finger pressed against her pursed lips. The silence that follows is almost palpable.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling my face heat up.

Nora stifles a laugh, but Ren gives her a stern look. Pyrrha, always the voice of reason, waves discreetly, signaling us to return to our studies.

The librarian watches us for a few more seconds, making sure we understand the message. Satisfied, she turns and disappears between the shelves, leaving us in awkward silence.

"I think we better concentrate," Ren mutters, opening his book again. Nora grimaces but picks up her notebook, starting to scribble notes.

Pyrrha gives me an encouraging look before diving back into her studies. I take a deep breath, trying to forget the drama of team RWBY to focus on my homework.

RP # POV: Weiss Schnee

I enter the CCT communication terminal. The screen in front of me displays crossed axes, the symbol of Vale. I take a deep breath, trying to center myself to talk to Winter.

I type in Winter's office number. The screen flashes, and I soon see my sister's familiar face: those steady light-blue eyes, her white hair tied into a sleek side ponytail. But something is different about her—she has deep, dark circles around her eyes.

"Greetings, Weiss, and I apologize for my appearance," Winter speaks in a formal tone with a hint of tenderness. "I'm really busy making preparations for General Ironwood. So let's get straight to the point. What is the serious matter you need help with?"

I swallow hard, worried about Winter work and health. Last thing I want is to be a burden for her.

"Maybe we should talk another time," I suggest in a nervous tone. "After all, your work is important."

Winter stares at me with a stern look that chills my soul. Even though she is tired and in another kingdom, she is able to project intensity through her posture.

"You are my sister, Weiss," she says in an authoritative tone. "You are important to me."

Winter's voice is firm, but there's genuine concern on it. Her eyes scan me through the screen, and I know she's trying to read every nuance of my expression.

I quickly explain Blake's situation. How she was a Faunus disguised as a human and how she is a former member of the White Fang.

When I mention that Blake is a Faunus, Winter raises an eyebrow in curiosity. But when I mention the White Fang, her eyes go wide.

"Now I feel like there's a knot in my chest that I can't untie. I felt... betrayed," I say, my eyes slightly teary. "But thanks to the help of a teacher, who stopped me from making hasty decisions, I had time to think. I feel a strange mix of guilt, anger, and confusion."

"It's to be expected that you're feeling confused," Winter adds without taking her eyes off me. "But what do you mean by anger and guilt?"

"I'm angry, but now, not just at her... I'm angry at myself. Because I realize that, perhaps, my prejudices still speak louder than they should. Maybe Blake has a reason for having joined them, maybe she's seen something I was never able to see. And now that she trusted me enough to reveal her past, I feel like I failed her by reacting with such venom."

On the other side of the screen, Winter rests her elbows on the table and puts her hands together, covering her mouth as she stares at me intensely.

"The SDC heiress sharing a room with a former White Fang member is unacceptable," Winter says in a firm, cold tone. "I'm sure our father would love to have someone bring you back to Atlas."

I choke up at Winter's raw and direct declaration.

"N-no, I-.I-." I stutter, shocked by what my sister said. "The last thing I want is to involve our father."

"I understand," Winter mutters, thinking. "Let's look at this in parts."

"Parts?" I repeat, confused.

"Blake Belladonna claims to be a former member of a terrorist organization known as the White Fang, right?"

I nod, confirming what she said.

"If she is lying and is an active member of the White Fang, then Blake Belladonna poses a threat in three different ways," Winter explains, keeping her stance firm.

"Three?" I question curiously.

"The first danger she poses is taking advantage of her position as your teammate to kill you, kidnap you, or do some other physical or psychological harm," she explains, looking at me seriously. "Has she done this to you?"

"No!" I exclaim in horror. "Blake has never done anything bad to me, directly or indirectly."

"Understood," Winter says, nodding. "The second danger she poses is information theft. Have you ever noticed your Scroll or material possessions in places you hadn't left them before?"

"No. My Scroll, especially, has location tracking. If someone used it at a time when I wasn't with it, I would know," I explain to Winter, continuing to talk.

"The third is the worst of all," Winter says, her face becoming even more serious, her heavy voice full of authority. "She could be a spy, pretending to be your friend so that in the future, when you have an important SDC position, she will take advantage of it. In a way, the third is a worse combination of the first and second, since, despite taking the longest, it's the one that has the potential to cause the most damage."

My jaw drops when Winter finishes speaking. She has broken down my fears into three easy-to-understand categories, but what is she going to say now? Is she going to use them as an argument to get me out of Beacon?

"The first scenario I think is more unlikely," Winter says, taking me by surprise. "She would have already acted if she were going to kill or kidnap you. Sleeping in the same room as you offers to many chances for that."

"I see..." I respond, a bit shocked at how easily Winter talks about my possible death or kidnapping.

"The second is unlikely but still has a chance of happening or having happened. My only certainty is that I know how well organized you are dear sister, so if someone else had touched your belongings, you would have noticed."

I puff out my chest proudly at the accidental compliment my sister made about me.

"Now the third, besides being the most dangerous, is also the most likely," Winter says, making me feel a weight in my stomach. "I don't rule out the possibility that this confession of hers is nothing more than an elaborate plan to gain your trust while she makes you lower your guard."

My breath hitches. The air feels thin, like I'm suffocating. The fear, the trepidation, the anger... everything comes back at once, engulfing me like a giant wave. My body freezes, cold sweat runs down my forehead, and my heart beats wildly.

Blake... what could she be planning for me?

"Winter..." My voice comes out shaky, almost a whisper. "How do I know if this is her plan? How can I be sure?"

Winter stares at me, her blue eyes steady and confident, contrasting with the whirlwind of emotions I feel.

"If Blake is a spy, she would act like a great friend, what young people call 'BFF'. She would be always around you, talking, smiling, gaining your trust. She would focus on doing activities with you. The more frivolous, the better, like buying school supplies, painting her nails, or even talking about boys."

…

"I felt so foolish for suspecting of Blake," I groan, frustrated and relieved.

My answer leaves Winter confused, and she looks at me curiously.

"Blake is the kind of person who reads books at the table when everyone is interacting socially," I explain in a dry and tired tone.

"That… is a high level of antisocial behaivor," Winter comments in surprise.

"She is reserved and distant and isolates herself from others, even her partner," I explain, listing some of the peculiarities of the feline Faunus. "Blake also doesn't like to talk, preferring monosyllabic answers, and always looks annoyed when someone greets her, as it takes her attention away from the book she was reading."

"Okay, Weiss, I understand," Winter says, raising her hands in a sign of defeat. "While I do not condone Miss Belladonna's behavior, there is nothing criminal about her antisocial conduct."

I laugh, a genuine sound that escapes my lips, filled with relief. The weight I've felt since early this morning finally lifts, and the tension in my shoulders melts away. Winter, on the other side of the screen, smiles. It's a discreet smile, but it's there, softening her always-so-serious features.

"It looks like you're feeling better already, Weiss," Winter says, her voice now softer, less military. "But now that you have a clear head, you must decide how to deal with your teammate."

A small laugh escapes my lips at Winter's last line.

"May I know what the humor is?" Winter asks, feigning indifference.

"A teacher gave me the same advice earlier," I explain, still smiling. "He told me not to make hasty decisions and to think carefully before acting."

Winter raises an eyebrow in surprise.

"A good teacher," Winter says, a tone of respect in her voice. "I imagine it was Professor Goodwitch who gave that advice."

"Actually, it wasn't her. It was her replacement," I explain, catching Winter's attention. "But despite only being in the position for a short time, Professor Luna has already proven himself to be an excellent mentor."

Winter freezes, her mouth open in shock. Her eyes, always so steady and confident, are now wide, reflecting a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

"Winter?" I call, trying to bring her back to reality. "Are you well?"

She blinks, trying to process what I just said. Her expression quickly changes, going from shock to confusion and finally to an attempt to regain her composure.

"Weiss..." Her voice is shaky, something rare for my always-so-controlled sister. "By any chance, would your teacher's name happen to be... John Luna?"

I nod, confirming.

"A tall man with blond hair and a full beard, fights with a sword and shield?" Winter asks without blinking.

"Yes, thats Professor John Luna. He is Professor Goodwitch's replacement. Do you know him?"

Winter swallows hard, and a strange smile widens on her face as her pupils dilate to a disturbing size.

"Yes, I do," Winter says, breathing heavier than normal. "I joined him on a mission against a group of bandits in Mistral."

I look at Winter, curious about the subject.

"I can't give you any more details due to the secret nature of the mission," Winter explains, calming down. "At first, I was suspicious of this mysterious man with no past who was always quiet and reserved."

'That odd,'* I think in silence. *'That doesn't sound anything like the fatherly gentleman with the warm smile who replaced Professor Goodwitch.'

"But he proved himself in combat, a warrior like no other, I couldn't keep up with," Winter says, holding her face with both hands.

I knew Professor Luna was incredible, but hearing that Winter wasn't on the same level as him was surprising.

"And besides being a great fighter…" Winter mutters, her cheeks turning pink and her eyes glassy. "He didn't think twice about jumping in front of lightning to protect me."

"Lightning?" I question in surprise.

"He received the blow without screaming or even complaining," Winter says in an excited tone I've never heard her use before. "He simply walked toward his opponent while being electrocuted, ignoring all the pain he felt."

"By the gods," I murmur, impressed.

"And after the fight, he came to me, asked me if I was okay, and used his Semblance to heal me," Winter comments, now smiling with a tone of joviality. "He is a monster to his enemies and a benevolent gentleman to his allies…"

"Winter, is it just me, or do you… have saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth?"

Winter quickly wipes her mouth and responds hastily.

"No, it's nothing like that!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushed. "I need to go, Weiss. I have urgent matters to attend to."

As soon as the screen turns off, I start to ponder a hypothesis.

"Do Winter and Professor Luna have history together?" I question in surprise.

I decided to put that thought out of my mind. After all, despite being shocked by my sister's behavior, I need to focus on what I'm going to say to Blake.

(#)End of chapter!(#)​

Boa noite pessoas,

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