A word of warning, this chapter is a bit original as well. The episode mainly focuses on Ruby and Weiss, talking about how Weiss wasn't the leader, yada yada yada, all that shit. Typical bitch girl attitude. Also, apologies for the late release on this.

So in turn, taking a few inspirations from different chapters of other RWBY fanfics. So this could either be bad or good. I just hope you enjoy it.

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It was the next morning, Y/N now waking up to the scene of his new dorm he would be sharing with his new teammates. As soon as he woke up, he could see they were all doing their own thing.

Lethe was tending to her nails, sharpening them before she opened her mouth, using them to pick something out of her teeth. Lilina had finished up in the shower, already in her school uniform as she was doing her makeup. Owain on the other hand...

Owain: I am Owain...Ostia... (snore) My sword hand...craves for battle...

Y/N would only stare at his blonde best friend with a deadpan look, now remembering the times he'd have to wake up Owain back in the orphanage for breakfast. After a few minutes later, the current time being 8:30, the three members of MOLA stood in front of Owain's bed, the blonde swordsman still sleeping away, sleep talking.

Lethe: Does anyone want to wake this guy up?

Y/N: No need.

Spawning a clone of himself, the clone went outside. Y/N held his hand up, counting as the girls look at him in confusion. The clone bursts into the room, Y/N shouting to the top of his lungs.

Y/N: We're under attack!

The blonde swordsman's eyes shoot open, getting out of his bed as he grabs his sword.

Owain: I'll handle this miscreant! Bite Missiletainn!

Owain slashes his sword down, chopping the desk in front of him in half. He then looks around the room, confused.

Owain: What!? Where's the bandit!? I swear, no one escapes Owain Ostia!

Y/N: Shut up. It's 8:30 in the morning and we have at least twenty minutes till class. Get to cleaning yourself alraedy.

Owain: You dare disturb the slumber of Owain Ostia? There are--

Y/N: Yeah, whatever, severe punishments and yada yada. Don't need that bullshit right now. See ya in class.

The three members of MOLA begin to leave the room, Lilina bowing in respect as she leaves the dorm room. Owain soon comes running out.

Owain: W-Wait! Come back! You didn't let me finish my speech!

The three members then walk into their classroom, being Grimm Studies with Professor Peter Port.

Port: Aha! Welcome Team MOLA! Where is your fourth member?

Y/N: In the dorm room still getting ready. Needs to learn to wake up on his own. But don't worry. He'll be here soon.

Port: Very well. Choose any seat you like. Class will begin in ten minutes.

Taking the middle seats, Y/N fiddled around with his shurikens, sneaking them in as he spun them on the tip of his finger. Lethe was bored, looking at her nails, occasionally fiddling with her school uniform.

Lilina on the other hand, hailing from Atlas, had proper manners. A notebook set up on the table, a pencil next to it, and her patiently waiting, her hands on her lap and a close-eyed smile. Soon, Owain comes running in, quickly saying his greetings as he sat down next to Y/N. His uniform was disheveled, him fumbling around with his tie as he tries to adjust it. Ten minutes later, Teams RWBY and JNPR had shown up in the nick of time, just barely grazing the clock.

And now, classes had begun.

Port: Monsters! Deeemons. Prowlers of the night. Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names, but I merely refer to them as prey. Haha!

After his poor attempt at a joke, awkward silence filled the room. Y/N had rested his head on his hand, glancing towards Owain, who was writing in his notebook. The page was littered and filled with names for his moves and weapon names as well.

The orange haired cat faunus to Y/N's right had twitched her cat ears in annoyance, groaning in despair. Lilina only facepalmed, sighing as she went back to her notes.

Port: Uuuhh...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. Our planet 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.

The teacher clicks his tongue at Yang, winking at the same times. The blonde bombshell however only laughed awkwardly, both Y/N and Lethe slamming their heads onto the table in a comically manner.

Y/N: Oh my god...kill me now.

Lethe: Same here...

Port: Individuals who protect those who cannot protect themselves. From what you ask? Why, the very world!

Random Kid: Eeeyyy yup!

Everyone looked to the boy who had stood up, who in turned looked around the room before he sat back down in embarrassment. Once again, Lethe sighed in disapproval, Y/N fiddling with his pencil between his fingers as he was quickly getting bored. 

Port: That is what you are training to become. But first, a story. A tale of a young, handsome man. Me!

Something lit up inside Owain's eyes, his attention now focused on the teacher. Lethe and Y/N only slumped back in their chairs, groaning in annoyance as they were uninterested. Lilina once again places her hands in her lap, patiently waiting as she listened. 

Lethe and Y/N then heard snickering, the two faunus' looking down as they see a drawing on Ruby's paper. A poor drawing of Port, the young girl snickering at it, Blake and Yang joining in as they let out low giggling. Y/N chortled slightly while Lethe only grinned, a bit of her tooth showing slightly. The last member of Team RWBY only shot disapproving looks towards them, especially towards Ruby. 

Professor Port then cleared his throat, the three girls resuming their attentions back to him. Y/N played it off like nothing happened, pretending he was writing notes with Lethe going back to her nails.

Port: In the end, the Beowolf was no match for my sheer tenacity. And I returned to my village with the beast in captivity and my head held high. Celebrated as a hero.

The teacher then bows, Owain pretending he let out a tear, wiping it away as if he heard a story of a true chosen one. No one else congratulated the teacher.

Port: The moral of the story, a true Huntsman must be honorable. A true Huntsman must be dependable. A true Huntsman must be strategic, well-educated, and wise. So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits.

Before Weiss could shoot her hand up, Owain was the first. He proudly put up his hand with a smile.

Owain: It is I, Owain Ostia, the Hero Champion, the Chosen One who believes he possess those qualities!

Port: Ho ho ho! Well then, let's find out! Step forward and face your opponent!

The blonde swordsman leaves the room, Weiss scowling in his direction. Y/N then murmured to himself.

Y/N: Hmm...this oughta be good.

Lethe: (scoff) Better than the Schnee, anyway.

Lilina: (frown) There's no need to be rude.

Lethe: Can it, Beorc.

Both Lilina and Y/N frowned at Lethe's response. It was understandable for a faunus to hate on the humans, considering the history of faunus discrimination. But the two knew that response kind of went too far. The faunus sometimes called humans "Beorc" as a sign of disrespect.

Seconds later, Owain comes back into the room, dressed in his myrmidon attire with his precious sword strapped to his waist on his belt. The monster inside the cage shook, startling some of the students. Getting into a dramatic pose, using his left hand to cover his face as he grins, causing Y/N to facepalm as the others look at him with confusion.

Port: Alright! Let the match...begin!

Using his weapon, the teacher brings his axe down on the lock, it shattering as the Grimm comes barreling out. The Grimm, a Boarbatusk, charging at the blonde swordsman. Owain goes for an overhead slash, but due to the Grimm's armor, it was deflected. Owain jumps into the air, front flipping as he lands on the teacher's desk.

Owain: A worthy opponent indeed. But you cannot handle my dark power!

As he continues to monologue, teams RWBY, JNPR, and the other two members of MOLA look towards the white haired faunus.

Y/N: What?

Yang: Why does he...act like that?

Y/N: (shrugs) I don't know. As long as he gets it done, I never really cared of what he does. Besides, even if you did try to stop him from doing that, he doesn't stop anyway.

Back to the fight at hand, Owain side-steps, letting the Boarbatusk go past him. Hitting the wall, the Boarbatusk, it flips into the air before it starts spinning. Bringing Missiletainn behind him, the Boarbatusk charges. Owain then slashes upward, the Grimm flying into the air before it falls onto it's back, flailing it's legs as it tries to get itself upright.

Owain's sword then glows an orange color, a grin spreading his face.

Owain: Steel of the Radiant Dawn!

Lunging into the air, he brings his sword down as he slashes it downward, eliminating the Grimm.

Owain: (sheathes sword) You see that? Then beware, the dread power of Owain Ostia!

Y/N: (sigh) Heard that speech a way too many times.

Port: Bravo! Bravo! It appears we are indeed in a true Huntsman in training. I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. Be sure to cover the assigned readings. And, stay vigilant. Class dismissed!

As the class got their belongings, Weiss scowled in Ruby's direction, heading for the door as Ruby looked distraught.

Jaune: Sheesh, what's with her?

Lethe: Typical Schnees. Prideful about everything and thinking they're a step above the rest. Like all people from Atlas are.

Lilina: Not everyone from Atlas is like that.

Lethe: I didn't ask for you opinion, did I Beorc?

Y/N: The hells your problem?

Lethe: (scoff) Whatever.

The cat faunus girl leaves the room, giving the middle finger to Lilina, who only frowned in response. Soon enough, JNPR and the rest of RWBY, minus Ruby who went after Weiss.

Jaune: And what's with her's?

Y/N: (shrug) Dunno. Then again, the hate towards humans is understandable. The faunus have been treated poorly over the years.

Yang: And what's "Beorc"?

Lilina: Beorc are what the faunus used to call the humans years ago. Now, it's nothing but an insult. Same with humans calling faunus "Laguz."

Y/N: But that's in the past. Anyway, we should go check up on Red. Dunno what's her's and Weiss's problem.

Leaving the classroom, they find Ruby out in a hallway intersection, Ozpin leaving in another direction.

Y/N: What's gotten you so down, Red?

Ruby: I know Professor Ozpin said he didn't make a mistake, but is me being a leader a mistake?

Y/N: Hmm...no, don't think so.

Jaune: I don't think so, as well.

Ren: I don't see a problem with it.

Nora: You suuurrreee? (elbowed by Ren) What? Of course not!

Pyrrha: I believe Professor Ozpin didn't make a mistake.

Lilina: I believe you have the potential to be one.

Yang: Of course not! Weiss is just have a hard time accepting you're better!

Y/N: Besides, were you not the one who thought of a plan to take down the Nevermore?

Owain: You were! It was a plan worthy of a Chosen One!

Y/N: (points to Owain) Shut up. Stop being an idiot. (clears throat) Anyway, you'll go far, Red. 

Blake: They're right, Ruby. I do believe our team is in good hands.

Y/N: Imagine Snow White holding the reins. Then it'd be a disaster.

A brief laugh was shared before they all turned their separate ways. As Team MOLA retired for the day, the next day rolls around and it was off to the next class. Professor Glynda Goodwitch's class. 

Settling inside, they sat down in the seats, the only illuminated area was the podium that stood atop the stage. The clicking of heels was the only thing heard as Glynda had walked up to the podium, tapping the top of it with her riding crop.

Glynda: Hello class, my name is Glynda Goodwitch. This will be your first day of combat class. Before we begin, I want to address three important rules. 1, unofficial fights are strictly prohibited. 2, the match will be over either the opponent's aura has been depleted or I call the match. And finally, you are all here to learn from each other and hone your skills. Any questions?

Silence. No one answered.

Glynda: Good. Who would like to start off the first match of the day?

Many hands shot up in the crowd, eagerness in the people's eyes as they wished to show off their skills. A smile made it to Glynda's face as she looked around the room.

Glynda: It seems that I'll have to choose with this many eager hands. How about...Miss Nikos and Mr. Ostia?

Pyrrha smiles and looks to Owain's way, the blonde swordsman chanting "so excited" as he got up and made his way to the locker room.

Weiss: The fight's over already.

Lethe: And what's that supposed to mean, princess?

Weiss: It's Heiress. The winner's obviously going to be Pyrrha. She's a world-class fighter.

Y/N: Just wait till you see Owain's skills with that sword of his. He's not one to mess around...most of the time.

As the two fighters made their way to the ends of the stage, on opposite sides, Pyrrha got into her fighting stance. Snickers from the crowd could be heard as Owain got into his usual theatrical stance, putting a hand over his face as leaned to the side, drawing his blade as he held it below him.

Glynda: ...Begin!

With that, the two rushed at each other, Owain attacking first as he leaped into the air.

Owain: Bite Missiletainn!

Pyrrha dives and rolls, dodging Owain's attack as a distinct "clang" was heard. The blonde swordsman turns around, Pyrrha shield bashing his face as he takes a step back, going for a horizontal slice and jumps into the air, somersaulting down as he spins rapidly.

The red haired girl blocks it with her shield, Owain's sword being deflected as he lands a few feet away from her. Turning to face her, he raises his sword at her, the light gleeming off the blade.

Owain: You see that? Bear witness the power of a Chosen One. Starlight Slash!

He rushed forward, dashing as he goes for an underhand swing. As the sword goes to strike, he noticed his strike felt a little off. His sword had moved over slightly, the blade grazing Pyrrha's shield. Pyrrha goes to strike her short sword down, but Owain quickly maneuvers away from it, kicking off the ground as he skids across the stage.

He then clenches his sword hand, pretending it was aching.

Owain: Too...much...power!

The red haired girl rolled her eyes playfully before she got back to the fight at hand. Switching her sword into her rifle mode, she begins to take a few shots at the blonde male, Owain grinning as he swung his sword down, blocking and deflecting Pyrrha's bullets. Afterwards, he dashes again, going for a diagonal slash, Pyrrha transforming her rifle into her sword as she blocked it, Owain following up with an overhead slash. 

Again, he felt his sword missed his mark as it slightly missed Pyrrha's hair. Quickly swapping his sword to face downwards, the sword's pommel now facing Pyrrha's face, he goes to strike down, it narrowly missing as it hits Pyrrha's armor. The spartan girl takes advantage of the opening, shield bashing Owain's chest and kicking him back. But this only made Owain grin with excitement, going forward as he goes for a thrust attack.

Owain: Blazing Blade of Doom!

As he rushed forward with great speed, he thrusts his sword forwad, but his eyes widened as it was knocked into the air. Missiletainn twirled into the air before it landed down, stabbing right next to Owain as Pyrrha held her short sword near his neck. The two were breathing heavily as Glynda called the match.

Owain: (pretends sword hand strains) Down sword hand!

Pyrrha: That was a nice fight. Want to spar again sometime?

Owain: Heh. Very well. Owain the Chosen One wills it!

Glynda: That was a good match. Who's next?