The
next morning, Weiss woke up contented as could be as just the right amount of
sunlight brushed her eyes. She stretched and felt very refreshed. Everything in
the world was pleasant, until Ruby blew a loud whistle in her ear causing her
to fall to the ground.
“Good
morning, Team RWBY!”
“What
in the world is wrong with you?” asked Weiss from the floor.
After
yesterday’s events, they were moved onto campus and shown to their dorm. They
had been fairly exhausted and decided to sleep off the rest of the day and into
the next morning.
Weiss
looked around and was astonished to find that she was the only one still a-bed.
The other three were already dressed in their three piece uniforms consisting
of a vest and suit coat matched with a red-and-black plaid skirt.
“Now,
that you’re awake, we can officially begin our first order of business.”
“Excuse
me?”
“Decorating!”
said Yang with an armful of stuff.
“What?!”
“We
still have to unpack,” added Blake, holding her suitcase before it burst open
and dumped its contents on the floor. “And… clean.”
Ruby
blew her whistle again. “All right! Weiss! Blake! Yang! And their fearless
leader Ruby, have begun their first mission.” Ruby threw her fist in the air.
“Banzai!”
Blake
and Yang did the same. “Banzai!”
Simultaneously,
all three girls bent at the hip and tilted to the left. Weiss was
not-so-secretly irritated. But, there was nothing she could do other than get
dressed and help.
When
she came out of the bathroom, Yang had already hung a poster of the boy band,
The Achieve Men. Their members were split into two smaller fan groups called
the Lads and the Gents. The Lads were
composed of Browny, Nosey, and Ruby’s favorite, Ragey—he made her laugh. Yang
however was a fan of Nosey; his big nose and funny voice was endearing to her.
The Gents were composed of Beardy, Crazy, and Drinky. Ruby and Yang’s Uncle Qrow
always said he liked Drinky best, but would never say why.
To balance out the pop poster, Weiss hung one
of her favorite art pieces from home. It depicted the Forest of Forever Fall as
it looked in every season. Funnily enough, there was only one image and not
four.
Blake
meanwhile organized their books. It was going well, until Blake was shocked to
discover she had brought one of her more scandalous tales Ninjas of Love with her. She slinked away and tried to hide it.
Ruby
used her scythe to hang a curtain over the window by Weiss’ bed. Weiss gave her
a dirty look when she finished.
The
four girls stepped back and were shocked to find that in the effort to decorate
their room, their beds, tables, and chairs had been thrown around and piled
precariously.
“This
isn’t going to work,” said Weiss.
Blake
noted, “It is a bit cramped.”
“Maybe
we should ditch some of our stuff,” suggested Yang.
“Or!”
began Ruby, “And hear me out! What if we ditched our beds and replaced them
with bunk beds?!”
Weiss
looked at the beds. Several problems flew through her head as well as a certain
memory of something her older sister once said to her. “That sounds incredibly
dangerous.”
“And
super awesome,” said Yang.
“It
does seem efficient,” Blake added.
Weiss
grabbed at straws. “Well, we should put it to a vote.”
“I
think we just did,” said Ruby.
Three
for and one against. Again, Weiss was not-so-secretly irritated, but could not
fight the democratic system.
Team
RWBY set to work and made their bunk beds in the fastest and most efficient way
they could. Blake’s and Yang’s beds were on one side of the room and stacked on
top of each other. Four separate stacks of books were placed on top of each of
the four posts on Blake’s bed supporting Yang’s. Ruby however was more creative
and secured ropes to the ceiling, wrapping them around her bed and suspending
it above Weiss’.
“Objective
complete,” said Ruby.
Weiss
worried that her own mortality rate had just dropped by several decades and
hoped Ruby used strong ropes.
“All
right. Our second order of business is… classes.” Ruby checked their schedule.
“Now, we have a few classes together today. At nine, we’ve got—”
“What?!”
shrieked Weiss. “Did you say nine-o-clock?!”
Ruby
faltered.
“It’s
8:55, you dunce!”
“Uh…
to class!”
Team
RWBY dashed out of their room and was quickly followed by Team JNPR who had the
dorm across from them. All eight of them were seen streaking across campus in a
mad dash passing Glynda and Ozpin. Glynda frowned while Ozpin sipped from his
mug.
Just
in the nick of time, both teams made it to Professor Peter Port’s class. He was
an older huntsman with grey hair, eyebrows, and a mustache. He was also a little
wide in the waist band. But he was best known for his bombastic storytelling
which in his mind amounted to teaching. He was known among the student body as
the Mad Tale-King.
“Monsters!”
he began in his deep voice. “Demons! Prowlers of the night! Yes, the creatures
of Grimm have many names.” He referred to the wall behind him which bore
several sketches of known Grimm including the King Taijitu, Deathstalker,
Beowolf, Boarbatusk, Nevermore, and Ursa.
“But I merely refer to them… as prey!” Port
laughed, shaking Ruby out of a tired daze. “And you shall too upon graduating
from this prestigious academy.
“Now,
as I was saying, Vale, as well as the other three kingdoms, are safe havens in
an otherwise treacherous world. Remnant is absolutely teeming with creatures
that would love nothing more than to tear you to pieces. And that’s where we
come in.
“Huntsmen!
Huntresses!” he said, making a suggestive clicking sound in Yang’s direction.
She
giggled nervously and felt nauseous. Sometimes she cursed her great curves and
golden locks.
“Individuals
who have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves. From what you
ask? Why, the very world! That is what you’re training to become. But first, a
story. The tale of a young, handsome man… Me! When I was a boy…”
Port
continued to ramble on about his past including some strange anecdote involving
his grandfather.
Weiss
nodded. She was bored, but played the dutiful student taking down any notes she
thought might be helpful. She heard snickering from her left and looked at Ruby
who had been doodling.
Ruby
passed an irreverent picture of Port she had drawn down to Yang and Blake. It
was complete with stink lines. Weiss was a little disgusted and a little more
than disgusted when Ruby made a bodily noise with her tongue. Yang and Blake
were beset by giggles.
Weiss
clenched her pen, feeling the heat swell in her face. This was hardly
appropriate behavior for the leader of a team of huntresses.
“The
moral of this story,” said Port, his voice coming back into the foreground, “a
true huntsman must be honorable…”
Weiss
looked at Ruby as she balanced an apple on her binder on a pen and all on her
finger while making a strange face.
“A
true huntsman must be dependable…”
Ruby
yawned and seemed to nod off slightly.
“A
true huntsman must be strategic, well-educated, and wise…”
Ruby
was now picking her nose.
The
heat in Weiss had now grown into a full rage. She began grinding her teeth and
started to shake. Ruby wasn’t fit for the position of team leader. She was just
a child. And a very immature one at that. Weiss should have been team leader,
not her.
“So, who
among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?”
Weiss
raised her hand and with a little more force than she meant, she said, “I do,
sir!”
“Well
then, let’s find out.”
A
teacher’s aide rolled in a cage containing an ornery Boarbatusk.
“Step
forward, and face your opponent!”
Weiss
marched up to the front of the class and drew Myrtenaster.
“Go,
Weiss!” cheered Yang.
“Fight
well!” called Blake.
“Yeah!
Represent Team RWBY!” added Ruby.
“Ruby!”
scolded Weiss. “I’m trying to focus.”
“Oh,”
Ruby said in a tiny voice. “Sorry…”
But
the fact that Weiss hadn’t said anything to Yang or Blake hadn’t escaped her.
“All
right,” said Port, wielding his double-bitted axe-musket. “Let the match
begin!” he said, cutting the cage open.
The Boarbatusk
charged Weiss. She rolled to the side and slashed at its flank—it had no effect
as the Boarbatusk was covered in bone-like protrusions giving it a decent set
of armor.
“Ha-ha!”
said Port. “Weren’t expecting that were you?”
Ruby
looked a little worried. “Hang in there, Weiss!”
Weiss
charged, but the Grimm’s bone armor turned her blade. She lost her balance and
Myrtenaster became entangled in the two giant tusks that gave the creature its
name.
“Come
on, Weiss!” cheered Ruby. “Show it who’s boss!”
Weiss
looked back at her. Her grip loosened, and the Boarbatusk managed to disarm her,
throwing the rapier to the other side of the room. It knocked her backward.
Port
seemed to be enjoying himself. “Oh-ho! Now what will you do without your
weapon?”
The Grimm
charged Weiss and she managed to dodge it. The Boarbatusk ran into its cage and
knocked itself somewhat senseless giving Weiss enough time to collect her
sword.
“Weiss!”
called Ruby. “Go for its belly. There’s no armor—!”
“Stop
telling me what to do!” Weiss already knew what she had to do. She knew where
to hit it. She didn’t need Ruby’s assistance. And she’d be damned if she took
any from Ruby.
Ruby
shrunk into her seat as much as she could. Several others were also
uncomfortable.
The Boarbatusk
turned itself into a ball and spun-dash at Weiss. She produced a glyph before
her, which the Grimm ricocheted off, landing on its back. Weiss backflipped up
and launched herself from another glyph giving her the vantage point necessary
to thrust Myrtenaster into the beast’s gut. Weiss withdrew her rapier and
stabbed it again. It wasn’t necessary, but it sure felt good.
“Bravo!
Bravo!” called Port. “It appears we are indeed in the presence of a true
huntress in training.”
The
bell chimed.
“I’m
afraid that’s all the time we have for today. Be sure to cover the assigned
readings and stay vigilant. Class dismissed.”
Weiss
collected her books and stomped off without her team.
Ruby
ran after her and caught her in the hallway. “Weiss.”
“What?!”
“What’s
wrong with you? Why are you being—”
“What’s
wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! You’re supposed to be a leader. And all
you’ve been so far is a nuisance.”
“What did I
do?”
“That’s
just it! You’ve done nothing to earn your position. Back in the forest, you
acted like a child, and you’ve only continued to do so.”
Ruby
shrank under Weiss’ smoldering words. “Weiss… where is this coming from? What
happened to all the talk about working together? I thought you believed in
acting as a team.”
“Not a
team led by you. I’ve studied. And trained! And quite frankly, I deserve
better. Ozpin made a mistake.” Weiss stormed off.
Ruby
slumped.
Weiss
walked outside onto Beacon’s ramparts. Standing at the far end was Professor
Port. Weiss saw him and thought she might be able to plead her case of Ozpin’s
mistake to someone sensible.
“Professor
Port.”
Port
turned. “Ah! Miss Schnee. And to what do I owe this fine pleasure?”
“I…”
Weiss faltered. How to begin? Maybe a little white lie wouldn’t hurt. “I
enjoyed your lecture.”
“Of
course you did, child. You have the blood of a true huntress in you.”
That
was good to hear. “You really think so?”
“Most
surely.”
Weiss
looked away for a second; a calculated measure.
“Hmm.
Something’s troubling you.”
“Yes,
sir.”
“Dear
girl! Confess to me your strife!”
“Well…
I think I should have been the leader of Team RWBY.”
Port
was quiet for a second. Then, with a bit of a laugh, “That’s preposterous!”
Irritation
rose in her voice. “Excuse me?!”
“I
have believed in Professor Ozpin for many years, and the man has never once led
me astray.”
“So,
you would blindly accept his decision even after seeing how exceptional I am?”
“With
all due respect, your exceptional skill on the battlefield is matched only by
your poor attitude.”
“How
dare you!”
“My
point exactly. I see a girl before me who has spent her entire life getting
exactly what she wanted.”
Weiss
folded her arms. “That’s not even remotely true.”
She
fell under Port’s gentle scrutiny and began to crumble beneath its weight.
“Well,
not entirely true.”
Port
decided to try to appeal to her high-esteemed sense of reason. “So, the outcome
did not fall in your favor. Do you really believe that acting in such a manner
would cause those in power to reconsider their decision?”
Weiss
seemed to have heard him—she defrosted a little.
“I
suggest that instead of fretting over what you don’t have, savor what you do.
Hone your skills. Perfect every technique. And be not the best leader, but the
best person you can be.”
Weiss
gave a helpless shrug, but wouldn’t meet Port’s gaze. He knew that even that
much was a big concession for her and walked away satisfied.
***
Back
in the hallway, Ruby turned and ran into Ozpin.
“Hmm.
Now that didn’t seem to go very well,” he noted.
Ruby
couldn’t help the doubt from welling up inside her. “Is she right? Did you make
a mistake?”
“That
remains to be seen,” he said with a half-laugh.
“What
do you mean?”
“I
mean it’s only been one day. Ruby, I’ve made more mistakes than any man, woman,
and child on Remnant. But at this moment, I would not consider your appointment
to leader to be one of them. Do you?”
Ruby
looked unsure.
“Being
a team leader isn’t just a title that you carry into battle but a badge you
wear constantly. If you are not always performing at your absolute best, then
what reason do you give others to follow you?
“You’ve
been burdened with a daunting responsibility, Ruby. I advise you take some time
to think about how you will uphold it.” Ozpin walked away.
Ruby
considered what he said. What was the best way to show Weiss that she could be
at her best and uphold her responsibility as team leader? She thought back to
her antics in the classroom. Perhaps some of the things she had done were
childish and immature. Perhaps Yang and her father were both right: a part of
growing up meant working well with others. It would mean needing to give up
many of the childish antics she enjoyed, but her relationship with Weiss was
more important.
It
turned out, growing up required more than just drinking milk.
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