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A Week Later

(Y/N)'s POV

The same familiar creak sounds out as the door to the training grounds opens and then closes. The place is empty like yesterday and most of the last few times I have come by for Miss Goodwitch's odd after-school thing she is doing. It's funny that she has had me meet with her so many days. I don't get how she could fit in any other students with how many times she sees me. Oh well, Professor Goodwitch is quite smart, so she has probably thought of something that I am not thinking of. From the sounds of things, Miss Goodwitch is in her office doing something. No use just standing here and waiting. Might as well head to her office. Thinking over the past few meetings, Miss Goodwitch has been in her office when our training sessions start and she seems to be buried in paperwork each time. I know that the teachers get a lot of work, but it seems like there are two new papers for each one finished and filed away. Stopping at the door reveals that it is slightly a jar. Makes sense, I was hearing her movements and the sound of shuffling papers too clearly. Looking in as much as the crack in the door allows, I notice Miss Goodwitch sitting at her desk with a frustrated look upon her face. Her hair is not quite as well groomed as it usually is, with the strand that she usually has curled straightened and swinging freely in front of her face. Every now and again she blows on it to get the hair out of her face or swat at the strand to be able to see. Whatever she is working on must be something tough. That or she has just had a long day. Alright enough of this, I might as well get started. I knock on the door to her office.

"Professor? It's (Y/N)," The door opens a bit more allowing me to step into the doorway. She looks up a little started by my sudden appearance, "Sorry if I am intruding, the door was already a little open so knocking just opened it further," Miss Goodwitch straightens up a little in her chair as she calms down a little bit.

"Oh no, there is not a need to apologize, (Y/N). I must have gotten caught up with my work and just left the door open on accident. Please, come in," I nod as I enter the office. Looking around shows that more papers have made their home here as they lay about on the floor, sit in the chairs, and fall off of my professor's desk. Trying to not look awkward or weird just looking around the office, I look back to my teacher and try to make conversation.

"Busy day?" A loud and, honestly, unexpected groan is her response.

"I am sorry about the mess. There were four fights this week amongst the students as well as an unexpected rise in student misbehavior has lead to a great deal more disciplinary action than usual," She then sighs and rests her forehead into her hands, pushing her blonde hair back, "They all decide to do this the same week that Atlas and Beacon are discussing some supply trades. Perfect timing," She sarcastically quips.

"Yes, we students know just how to mess with teachers," She laughs a little at my deadpan joke.

"Amen to that," She jokes. Miss Goodwitch then puts her arms down onto the desk and crosses them. With a small smile, she comments, "Well, maybe not all students do, at least not intentionally," My shoulders shrug in response to that. That is true, not every student is like Crimson or Aves.

"If you point me to some nonconfidential files, I can maybe help lighten the workload on you," Miss Goodwitch hits her hands on her desk as she shoots up from her seat.

"No!" She cries out. Her cry was followed by silence as we both stood there in a daze from her sudden outburst. Wow, yes Miss Goodwitch can be emotional, but she usually never gets like that. Judging by the embarrassment on her face, my professor was not expecting that either. She stands up and stops leaning on her desk. With a red face, Miss Goodwitch straightens out her ebony pencil skirt. "My apologies (Y/N). I did not mean for that little outburst, I am just a little tired from all of this," She motions to the whole room. "I'm sorry about that, I am just sick and tired of paperwork," Her embarrassment doesn't go away despite how much she tries to hide it.

"It's okay, professor. I doubt anyone would judge you after seeing your office," Her shoulders slack some at my words but she still looks a little embarrassed from before.

"Thank you, (Y/N). If you don't mind, I would like to just skip any busy work today and get to something else," I do my best to suppress my groan as my already sore muscles seem to ache more at her words. They aren't as bad as they have been in the past, but just a whole session of working out doesn't seem pleasant. Looking at the hopeful look on Professor Goodwitch's face does not help me. With a sigh, I nod and force a smile. She has done this much for me that I can afford to do this for her, sore muscles be damned.

"Sounds good to me, professor," Her face lights up a bit, so I assume that she likes that answer. The huntress walks around the desk and heads my way. Looking down explains the lack of clicks that usually follow Miss Goodwitch, she took her heels off. While moving up to look her in the eyes again, my eyes get stuck at her hips. A heat grows in my cheeks as I pull my eyes away and turn to look out of the door and into the arena. Hopefully, she didn't notice me looking or my blush.

"Thank you for understanding, (Y/N). Shall we head out and train then?" She asks as she gets to me. I nod without looking at her. "Perfect, let's get out there then," She must be really excited about this since she speeds up and walks out to the arena in front of me. Oh lord, I had trouble with looking at her hips and she does this to me? She must be doing this on purpose. Take a deep breath, (Y/N) and focus on something other than your teacher's beautiful body. Gods, why did I say it like that?! Okay okay, just calm down. After my little freakout, I join the blonde huntress outside in the auditorium. Standing in the center is my teacher with a smile on her face.

"Warm-ups first?" She nods, which makes the hair fall in front of her face, which in turn makes her try and knock it away. I smile a little bit at seeing her do that before starting my stretches. Just the same old same old, touch my toes, stretch my legs, and the twist and stretch my arms. Simply enough, just things I do each session. Professor Goodwitch stays quiet while I do all of that. When I go for pushups she then starts to talk to me.

"So (Y/N), how have you been? I know we have been training for about a week now, so might as well see what you think," While doing my push-ups, I think of a response.

"Well, I don't know if there has been enough time to see if there is much improvement just yet,"

"Well, there has been some improvement," I look up, giving her a skeptical look. "Have you been keeping track of how many push-ups you've done right now?" I finish one before telling her.

"Twenty-eight push-ups, ma'am," She scowls down at me.

"(Y/N)," She says, a little annoyed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, professor," I forgot she doesn't want me to call her ma'am. No clue why, but I should respect her wishes. She seems with my apologie and loses the scowl. She looks better without a scowl.

"It's okay. So twenty-eight push ups, but do you know how much time has passed?"

"Since I started the push-ups?" She nods. "A minute." For some reason, she smiles after that.

"When you first started, you could only do about eighteen push-ups in the span of a minute. In a week's time, you have improved. You went from below average to average. Just think of what you will be able to do in another week's time," She then shakes her head a little. "Sorry I got off track there. As good as your improvement is, that is not what I asked. What do you think of this? Do you like us training together?" Oh, that's what she is talking about. I go back to the push-ups as I think it over again.

"Well, the training was tough and has made my muscles sore enough that I have some trouble moving around. Well, the moving around problem was mostly just a thing for the first two or three days. Now they are just normal sore instead of impediments sore," I am interrupted by my grunt. Perfect timing. "But I guess a little discomfort is worth it, since apparently I have been getting stronger, so I guess I can't complain. The training sessions also give me something to do in my free time. If I wasn't here I would probably be out in the field, trying to avoid anyone or in my room, doing the same but also studying. So I guess I like these, I get stronger, get something to do, and help one of my favorite teachers," I then stop doing push-ups and lay on the ground to catch my breath. Hmm, I only really pant like this if I am going intense with my workouts or if I have been... talking... Looking up I get a full view of my instructor who is absolutely beaming with a blush on her cheeks. "I said all that out loud, didn't I?" She nods, the broad smile and red tint never leaving her face. "If I had not just finished doing push-ups, I would probably be blushing," I say before putting my face down in some attempt at hiding. Great job, got so caught up with my warm-ups that I didn't stop and think before speaking. The sound of very soft thuds reaches my ears from Professor Goodwitch walking in front of me. A gentle hand cups my cheek, making me look up from the floor and to my now kneeling professor with a gentler smile on her face.

"Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for telling me that. I know that you said all of that without thinking and if you weren't distracted you probably would never have said anything, but after the week that I have had, what you just said has made my day," Hopefully she thinks the red in my cheeks is from the stretches and pushups and not from embarrassment.

"Oh, th-then no problem," My words clumsy tumble out of my mouth in response to her. Miss Goodwitch doesn't seem to mind all that much, as leans back and stands up. She then smiles down at me before speaking again.

"Alright, let's get some sit-ups in before we start the real workout," She perkily says. After a nod, I roll myself over onto my back before pulling my legs close to me. With my hands crossed, I start to do my sit-ups. While this happens, my teacher moves back to my side. After a good few minutes of just silence and sit-ups, Miss Goodwitch then speaks again. "I think that is good enough, (Y/N). You seem to be ready," She offers me a hand as she speaks. As I take her hand, I nod and get up. Once on my feet, I speak again.

"So what is it today, professor? More weightlifting or more just going over the basics again?" She shakes her head no.

"Actually I was thinking of something else," She says with a smile.

"Oh, alright then, what is it then?" She then motions with her hands to the bleachers before walking over that way. She then stops a little in front of the bleacher and stands there, waiting for something, which I guess is me. Odd but alright. After a shrug, I make my way over and take a seat.

"We've been doing this for a week now with nothing but basic combat training drills or exercises. I believe it is about time we start to slowly wean off of those and get into the more intense and specialized training," Well, that sounds both interesting and scary at the same time.

"Okay, what do you mean?" She gives a hesitant smile as if she is worried about what my reaction might be to what she will say next.

"Well, I want to start working more with your individual strengths and weaknesses as well as start teaching more than just the basic moves," She seems a bit relieved when I nod again.

"That makes sense. What will we do first?"

"Well, I think that the best thing to do first is for you to explain to me exactly what your semblance is and how it works," I give her a confused look.

"Don't you already know that?" Professor Goodwitch shakes her head no.

"The school does not pry into the personal business of the students that much. It's a flaw in the system that I have asked Ozpin about, but apparently the council of Vale has decided that we would be too invasive if we made students tell us their semblances, so we can only learn them if a student willingly offers that information and even then we are not allowed to keep them on the record," There is so much wrong with that mindset, that I have no clue where to begin with that, "Because of that, all I know about your semblance is from rumors observation and guesswork, so I'd rather just clear everything up and learn directly from the source," As she says that, my teacher then pulls out her tablet and presses something on it.

"I am guessing that you need it to be official that I consent to this?" She nods yes.

"(Y/N), would you please tell me your semblance," After clearing my throat I move close to the tablet and speak as clearly as possible.

"I, (Y/N) (L/N), willingly agree to tell my teacher, Professor Goodwitch, my semblance," After my sentence ends, Miss Goodwitch nods and stops the recording. She then plays it over again to make sure that my words are clear and that the sentence can be heard. "That good?" Professor Goodwitch nods and turns her tablet off.

"It's perfect, (Y/N). Thank you," The blonde professor then sits down next to me on the bleachers. "Sorry, I was trying to be professional, but my feet are killing me," My shoulders shrug in response.

"It's fine," She smiles and then I wait for her to get situated on the bleacher. Once she is I start, "Well my semblance is best described in layman's terms as super senses. All of my senses are superior to that of a normal person's and are on par with most faunus senses. I lack night vision that most faunus have but I make up for it in other places," Miss Goodwitch's arms rest on her knees as she leans just a bit too close for my comfort, in an attempt to better listen to my explanation.

"Go on, please," she says. After a deep breath, my sentence continues.

"Well I may not have night vision, but I am able to see about twice the normal distance that normal people can. I've also learned that if I focus on one thing, I can start to see the subtle details in it. My vision also expands more to my surroundings or I guess in a different set of words, I have a wider view of things. When it comes to hearing, I tend to be able to hear further than the normal person. That was actually how I was able to tell how many Grimm there were a week back. I heard their stomps and wing beats," I stop to see her reaction.

"That explains how well you have avoided some of the pranks recently and you knowing about a Nevermore coming after us. So you are able to enhance your senses?" I shake my head in response.

"No, they are always like that. I can't stop seeing unless I cover my eyes, I can't stop hearing unless I use my noise-canceling headphones, though even that was useless when the people blared music in the neighboring dorms, and et cetera," she looks at me a little in shock for some reason.

"Wait, then that means that you are more sensitive to touch, right?" My nod answers her question, though she doesn't seem very happy with my answer. "So when you get hit..."

"When I was younger, I was always teased and called a weakling because I reacted more when I got hurt. I believed those people for years until I learned that it was just my semblance," For some reason, I chuckle at the memory, "It used to take me hours to fall asleep because every little noise would annoy me."

"(Y/N), I'm sorry that you had to deal with that," I shake my head.

"Why you didn't give me my semblance nor were you one to call me a weakling or a sissy, so you don't have a reason to be sorry," My words don't seem to do much to help comfort her, but there isn't much I can do to help that. After a little bit of silence, Miss Goodwitch nods and then pulls out her tablet again. She then quickly starts to tap the screen multiple times as she does something.

"So you have super senses as a semblance and a reverse bladed katana?" I'm not too sure if that was a question or a statement, so I just nod in agreement. After a few more taps she then stops and stares at the screen for a little bit. After that, she gives a determined nod before speaking. "Okay, we will start with evasion and reaction time. Since you have enhanced vision and hearing, you notice the attacks, but lack the speed and coordination to be able to evade the attacks. We will start with simple routines to help me get a grasp on what you are and are not capable of and then go from there," While saying all of that, she flips her tablet around and shows me what she was working on. Apparently based off of the information I told her, she was able to use some program to make up a training regimen for us to do. I have to admit, the regimen is quite impressive for something she just made. I look up at her from the tablet.

"You made all of this in just a few minutes' time?" For some reason, Miss Goodwitch blushes and smiles at me.

"Well, when I first started working here as a combat instructor, I had the idea of a program that would help me to make the best training regimens for my students, I just haven't had any student ask me for that much help outside of class," she says the last part a little embarrassed.

"Why are you not using it in class?" Her expression sours just a bit.

"The way the class is formatted, I can not individualize each lesson with the students. Most of the time, all I can do is just have students fight and then comment on points where someone falls short and highlight when someone has done something phenomenal." Makes sense, most of us just spar when we are there. Honestly, if it wasn't for the professor pointing out mistakes and talking about the fights, I doubt any of the spectators could even learn anything.

"Makes sense, so are we going to start?" Miss Goodwitch nods and smiles at my words before getting up from her spot on the bleacher. She then holds out a had to help me up.

"Yes, let's get started."

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I don't have too much to say, except in the show it really doesn't show much of Glynda's class. If it is just her having the students spar than that seems like a blow-off class. Kinda wish they showed a bit more of what the class has, but I guess we won't be seeing Glynda's class anytime soon. Hopefully, she gets more screen time though. Anyways, have a great day/evening depending on when/where you are reading this.