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(Y/N)'s POV

Crimson quickly side steps Aves' club before countering with a bullet to Aves' side. The blue-haired fighter is easily able to power through the hit and quickly swings his arm to the side, hitting Crimson with his club and sending the young man flying across the room and landing him square on his back. Spinning on his heels, Aves faces him and starts charging his blood colored combatant. From the sidelines, Crimson's teammate, Yale, starts to cheer to her team leader.

"Come on Crimson, kick his a-butt!" Just as Yale is about to curse her teammate, Blue, elbows her and she quickly recovers. "You can beat this blockhead!" While Aves is charging him, Crimson props himself on his hands behind him and starts to pull his knees towards his body.

"What is he doing?" The voice of Oranje comes from a few rows away from me. "Does Crimson want Aves to flatten him?" The rest of team AZOL, CYAN, and some of our classmates look on in confusion with some even voicing said confusion out loud. To anyone paying attention they would know that Crimson is readying himself to send Aves flying. With how fast Aves is going and his tendency to gain tunnel vision when fighting, Crimson is planning on using his combatant's great momentum against him to throw him across the arena. Crimson is probably betting on being able to throw Aves out of the ring but it's clear from the way he is acting, Crimson is going to be using Aves' momentum and just Aves' momentum, which won't work the way Crimson wants given how big Aves is. Right as I think that, the events happen just as I predicted, Aves runs straight into Crimson's legs, allowing the dark-haired youth to send his opponent harmlessly over him. Once this happens some of the audience gasp in surprise while others, such as the members of team CYAN, cheer at Crimson's believed successful plan. The plan, however, isn't a success, as Aves doesn't fly off the arena and instead just slides a few feet away from Crimson. Crimson's next words prove my point.

"Dang it," Crimson grunts out as he gets up before switching his weapon from its arquebus mode to its gö-poropwä-rä-märu and leaping at Aves who rolls to the side to avoid getting slashed. Not letting up, Crimson chases after Aves like a predator would chase its next meal, forcing Aves onto the defensive. Again and again, Aves is forced to just dodge as Crimson slashes the ground where his target lays. If Aves is playing the long game and trying to tire Crimson out, then I applaud his efforts, but given how the larger student is going about wearing the crimsonette out, the club wielder will be in for an exhausting surprise, though seeing much Aves is eyeing his own weapon as much as his opponents, I would bet a few lien on my bully planning to counter.

Now Crimson has Aves with the big guy's back to most of us in the audience and Crimson's own back facing the monitor displaying the two's respective aura, which shows that they are close, with Aves just barely have more aura. Crimson pulls his arm back for one final swipe at Aves and the blue-haired student quickly grabs his club and readies to strike. The two hunters-in-training then use all their strength and strike at each other's side. I cover my ears before the bars quickly drop into the red and the monitor loudly buzzes, signaling that the fighters are no longer to continue. Crimson is sent flying across the arena from his hit, while Aves clutches his side in pain from his.

"That's enough." The sound of heels echoes through the room as Professor Goodwitch walks onto the stage, who then checks on both of the students before going back to the center stage. The professor coughs into her fist to try and calm herself before she lightly smiles and then speaks. "Good job to both of you today. It was a fine match though with some mishaps here and there. Crimson, you were smart to use your opponent's momentum against them, but perhaps next time also use your own strength as well. Aves, you showed great strength today, but perhaps you should not focus solely on one trait." Aves and Crimson wave and nod the comment off respectively before joining their teammates in the bleachers. After that Miss Goodwitch takes a breath before speaking again. "Now class, as you can see, both of your classmates' respective auras have dropped into the red. In a tournament style duel, this would indicate that they are no longer fit for battle and that the official may call the match." Some of my classmates dutifully listen to our teacher, but most just roll their eyes in boredom or go about their own individual conversations. The professor looks a little nervous at how many are blatantly ignoring her, but she quickly takes another breath to calm down. "Now then, who would like to participate in the next match?" Surprisingly enough, no one gets whiplash from how fast they move their heads to look at the stage or at how fast some hands raise up. Never fails to catch most people's attention, if not everyone's, with a fight. Yale's hand shoots up as she stands up from her seat.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Me please!" Miss Goodwitch looks over at the young woman and nods.

"Alright Yale, you can have the last match of the day." The young woman jumps for joy as everyone's hands fall down as fast as they had risen. Not many of my classmates are very ambitious at the prospect of fighting Yale since she took down an entire team or since she sent Logan to the infirmary. The young huntress-to-be happily jumps her way down to the stage and joins our teacher, who is looking for Yale's victim.

"Now, who would like to spar with Yale?" No one makes eye contact as the professor asks her question. "Anyone?" Yale gets a nasty grin on her face as she points to me.

"Actually I would like to fight (Y/N), if that's okay with you, professor." Yale's eyes never leave mine as she says that. Great, so this is how CYAN wants to get back at me. Lovely. Either not catching on or simply not caring, Miss Goodwitch nods in agreement.

"That is fine with me as long as (Y/N) is okay with it." Angry eyes turn to me as the class waits for my decision. With a heavy sigh and my weapon in hand, I get up and make my way to the stage. Luckily, nobody tries to trip me, but that's probably because Miss Goodwitch is watching. Instead, people just watch in glee as I march to what they think will be a spectacular beat down. The professor and Yale smile as I get on stage and get ready for the match, though they smile for different reasons. At least I hope they are for different reasons.

"Oh, this won't be much of a fight." Comes from Sam.

"I didn't know we would be watching a comedy today." Quips Paul.

"Oh, this will be fun!" Shouts Aves.

"Kick his butt, Yale!" Comes from Crimson. The professor glares at the class, who all stop their comments, but still grin at the idea of what they think is to come.

"Alright then." The professor messes with her tablet to get everything in order for our match. Soon the screen changes to mine and Yale's faces and begins to display our aura levels. After taking a few steps to get out of the way the professor then says, "Begin!" Wasting no time, Yale hurls one of her boomerangs at me while charging straight ahead. Easily dodging the weapon, I draw my blade and clash with Yale. Judging by Yale's cocky grin, she believes that I have somehow forgotten about her thrown boomerang, which is just now turning to come back our way. Given the current speed the projectile is traveling, I have little time to act. Moving as fast as I can, I quickly step forward while sliding my katana free of her. Turning the blade over, I then strike the back of Yale's neck with the blunt end of the sword, stunning her. Three, two, one. A loud thwack fills the air as Yale's head meets her own weapon, which dazes her more and causes my classmate to fall to the ground. The room is silent. Those were not nearly strong enough to knock Yale out or even drop her health into the yellow, but the fact that I, (Y/N) (L/N), as Yale down is a shocker to my class. Guess I just reminded everyone that I am here for a reason. Looking over my shoulder, Yale is already on her feet and glaring at me. If looks could kill. Turing, I block another thrown boomerang. Yale then rushes in and quickly grabs her weapon from the air before savagely slashing at me. Okay (Y/N), tire her out a little bit and then start attacking again. You don't have the durability to outlast her just by dodging. Wait, Yale keeps leaning forward more as she strikes at me and the very tips of her boomerangs are sharp enough to impale into most things. I can work with that. Jumping back a little bit, I bait my opponent, who easily takes it in her anger and lounges at me. A quick hop back and Yale impales her weapons into the ground.

"What?!" An answer comes as the blunt end of my blade slams Yale onto the ground. Growling, Yale hops up and holds her fists in front of her face. "Screw it!" She then rushes forward, faster than I can react and punches me in the gut with such strength that my feet leave the ground. Judging from the sound of the monitor, she has just knocked me down a quarter in aura. With a smirk, Yale steps back to admire her work, which gives me time to catch my breath. Why would you let an opponent do that? Alright, so the worst possible thing to do is get up close and fight her and she knows it, so my next move is obvious. Quickly, I fire a few bullets at her to knock her off guard and then rush her while throwing my blade. She isn't used to fighting sword wielders with a reverse-bladed sword, so that makes my weapon an unknown or something to be wary of. Instead of blocking the blade on the blunt side or ducking, my classmate turns completely to where her right side is facing me. Quickly, I strike her side and the back of her neck. Yale recovers and figures out what is happening, just not before I can get another shot at the back of her neck.

"Damn it! That hurts!" She lunges at me while shouting that. A sidestep saves me from another hit. Quickly, I punch her stomach and then move to her left side which receives a punch too. Another growl escapes my opponent's lips as she swings at me again which, sadly, connects with my chest. Moving quickly, I land two more hits on her left before a kick from Yale forces me to roll away from her. Thankfully I did get her to allow me to roll to my sword. Grabbing that, I spin on my heels and hold the hilt to where the blade points downward. Yale stops short of punching the blade. Backing up quickly I sheath my weapon just as the school bell rings, to the surprise of everyone but myself. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I wait for Miss Goodwitch to dismiss us, but she is still caught off guard by the bell. Straightening up, the professor pushes her glasses up and walks back onto the stage. The professor clears her throat before speaking.

"Well, it would appear that we are out of time for today. I hope everyone continues to train and work on improving themselves so that you all can grow as huntsmen and huntresses. You are all dismissed and I hope you have a good rest of the day and a good weekend." Professor Goodwitch then turns to me. "Would you mind waiting after class, (Y/N)?"

"Sure?" She smiles and goes off somewhere while my classmates start to leave. Yale grumbles some words that I don't want to repeat while gathering her weapons. Some of my other classmates either glare my way or give me strange looks while mumbling to each other. They find it strange that I actually fought back and defended myself in a sparring match while I find it strange that they would think me do something else. Nice little cycle we have going there. A few minutes pass as the last few classmates finally leave the room, leaving me all alone on stage. Well, now I feel awkward. Professor Goodwitch soon comes back out and sits down on one of the seats. She then pats the spot next to here on the bench. As if to answer me before I can even ask anything.

"I'm sure you are tired from the fight and it would just be awkward if we talked like this." A few seconds pass. "Well?" After awkwardly making my way over to where my teacher is, I sit down just out of her arm's reach. The professor looks a little frustrated but tries to remain calm. "Alright well for starters you are not in trouble." Okay then.

"If I am not in trouble, then why did you have me stay?"

"Well, you ran off the last time we were talking and I never got to make sure that you were okay." This is about the Beowolf thing?

"Well, like I said I was fine." Professor Goodwitch nods.

"Yes, I know you were not hurt. What I was worried about was if team AZOL had done anything to you." What?

"Um, I don't quite understand what you mean professor." My teacher leans in and with her face full of concern.

"I mean had they hurt you or harassed you before the Beowolves got there."

"It... doesn't matter. I'm fine." The blonde professor sighs and leans a little back. Despite her frustration, she still seems concerned for me.

"Alright if you say so." Time ticks by, as the topic of silence overtakes the conversation. Eventually swallowing the lump in my throat I speak.

"Can I go?" Miss Goodwitch closes her eyes while shaking her head.

"Actually I had something else I wanted to talk to you about. First, why did you strike at Yale's neck when you got close? With how much aura she still had the blow would not be a finishing hit." Odd segway into another topic but alright.

"Well, it was the same spot that I had hit earlier in the match with my sword. I figured that it would be sore after the strike and I was just making sure with the first hit. After she announced her pain, I just made sure to strike there when the opportunity presented itself." The professor nods like she was expecting that response.

"Yes, that first hit was an effective one. Not many of your classmates would have been able to do that." Without missing a beat I respond.

"You mean not many of them would have done that."

"Pardon?"

"A little over half of my classmates are capable of attacking like that. Crimson is a good example. The only reason none of them would take the opportunity to attack Yale would be that so many of them are more focused on attacking to do damage and not attacking to defeat the opponent, while the rest just are not observant enough to notice. If they had a little guide telling them that they can strike someone like the way I did, then they would easily be able to pull the move off and cause more damage than I did." Miss Goodwitch looks at me confused for a few minutes. After blinking a couple of times she seems to come back to me and the rest of reality.

"That... that is the most I have ever heard you speak." A warmth soon grows in my cheeks of which I try to hide by looking away.

"Y-yeah sorry..."

"No, don't be! That's a good thing, (Y/N). It would be nice to hear you do that more often." That doesn't help my blush go away and only serves to worsen it. "But I can see what you mean about your classmates." She pauses for a few minutes. "(Y/N)?" Gulping I hesitantly respond without looking at her.

"Yes?"

"Could you please look at me when talking?" Slowly turning my head, I am greeted with frowning blonde teacher. As I look more at her, however, the frown leaves and a smile takes its place. "Good. You know it is very rude to not look at someone when talking to them."

"Sorry..."

"It's alright, (Y/N). I actually had a proposal for you. Would you mind hearing the proposal out?" A nod is my response. "Alright. (Y/N), you have acknowledged your physical shortcomings, correct?" Another, more hesitant nod, responds to her. "Then I would like to get to the point. If you are willing to help me with things, then I would more than happily help train you so that you can better fight your opponents, be they Grimm or other." Or other? And what? Why would she do this and what would she want in return? Gathering my courage I respond to my blonde teacher.

"What exactly would you want me to do in return for this training?" Miss Goodwitch lightly shrugs.

"Oh, nothing much. Just help me run maintenance checks on the training equipment, clean the fighting stage, help me with some paperwork. Just little things like that." Okay, that sounds easy but still, why would she want to train me? Looking back at my teacher I can see that she has finally let her mask slip and is wearing her excitement on her face. "Well? What do you say?" With how she is looking at me there is only one answer I can give her.

"Alright..." The professor tilts her head to the side just a tiny bit.

"I'm sorry, but can you please repeat that?" Working up the nerve I speak above a whisper.

"Alright." Miss Goodwitch's face lights up after my answer.

"Excellent! We can start tomorrow afternoon. Be back here around three." A beep soon sounds off from the professor's lap. Looking down at her tablet Miss Goodwitch taps on the screen a couple of times before switching the screen off and looking back up. "Well, I must be off. Thank you for staying and thank you for agreeing to my offer (Y/N). Have a good night." With that, the professor gets up and swiftly leaves the room. The click off her heels grows softer and softer as she makes her way down the hallway. Silence occupies the room for a little bit.

"What just happened?"

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Still sorry about the OOC for Glynda but hopefully some will catch on to why that is and hopefully will like the reason. Hopefully. Also since I gave the names of team AZOL last time I might as well give the names of the other team that I mentioned. Team CYAN consists of Crimson Cruz, Yale Lán Sè, Alice Blue, and Blue Newton. Have a great day/evening depending on when/where you are reading this.