Chapter 326 - My OC Stash #26 - Professor Arc by Coeur AlAran (RWBY) (1/2)

-No idea why I avoided this for so long lol it's phenomenal/ It even managed to do the impossible and make politics interesting, I've just spent the last few days working my way through this fic, finally starting the sequel! I'll most likely suggest that one too :D

Synopsis: He didn't know the first thing about teaching, Hell, he didn't even know the first thing about fighting! A shame then, that his forged doc.u.ments painted the picture of an accomplished and skilled warrior. Now he's trapped teaching students his own age how to be hunters, when he doesn't even know himself!

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Chapter 1

A Slight Oversight

Jaune Arc was in trouble.

Serious trouble, in fact. He was probably going to jail… or maybe worse... Fraud, deceit? Other allegations he didn't know the name of, but was sure existed? Once again Lady Luck had taken one good look at Jaune Arc, and thrown up all over him.

It had all seemed like such a fantastic idea at first too. Beacon Academy was the premier school for hunters, the best of the best went there, and those that graduated went on to be successful and famous hunters – and then became heroes.

He'd always wanted to become a hero, but like most children he'd whittled away his younger years dreaming and playing, only to find that he wasn't fit enough to enter Signal. And now, because he didn't have the training from signal – he wasn't skilled enough to enter Beacon. It was such an unfair conspiracy!

It wasn't that he wasn't intelligent, or hard-working. He was willing to train for hours if need be… the problem was that he had started too late in his life. Deciding he wanted to become a hunter at the age of twelve that had left around six months for him to train for the Signal entrance exams. Of course he hadn't been fit enough… even with a gruelling regime, what could be achieved in just six months!?

He hadn't given up though, he'd trained hard, studied even harder. But there was no real substitute for four years intense training at a combat school, and it showed. When it had come to the time to send his credentials in for the Beacon admission he hadn't even hesitated.

To cheat.

Oh he'd learned his lesson from Signal alright, better to seek forgiveness than ask permission, there was no way he would get into Beacon without a formal education in combat so he'd saved up some money and sought out the aid of a… well… a less than reputable individual, who was skilled in forgery. And Gods, it had been expensive too!

The doc.u.ments were brilliant though, painting a believable and impressive history that was enough to make him stand out, but not too much. He'd even tested it at a Bank, and been able to open an account using it – so he knew it was good.

He could still remember the advice the guy had given him as well. Remember kid, the best lies have a grain of truth in them – but if you can't use the truth, just tell so many lies that they can only dig through the top layer. Hide lies under more lies.

He'd been so damn confident this would work…

Which was why his world had come crashing down when he had received a personal invitation for an interview with the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, Headmaster Ozpin.

I'm screwed. Of course he saw through it, and now he wants to ask why I did this before he arrests me.

In fact he was so sick with worry that he had unintentionally managed to survive the Bullhead trip to the Academy itself without vomiting. That might have also had something to do with the fact that he hadn't eaten in over sixteen hours as well…

Nervously he tugged at the collar of his hoodie and readjusted his armour. He wasn't sure why he had come armed to the teeth to this meeting, he certainly wouldn't be able to fight his way out of this. But the clothing did provide him some small level of confidence. He could at least look the part.

Confidence… that's all I can rely on right now. But Dad did always say that confidence can be all you need in some situations.

That advice was all he had to trust, as the door to the Bullhead slowly groaned open, revealing the tall spires of Beacon Academy to his eyes. It was beautiful… Everything he had imagined it to be when he had dreamed of attending when he was younger. He savoured the sight before letting out the sigh of the damned and walking purposefully down the ramp towards the blonde figure waiting for him.

It was a woman of indiscernible age, with blonde hair and a stern expression that screamed disciplinarian. One arm was held at her side, pinning a number of books to her hip, while her other hand held what appeared to be a riding crop.

”I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting?” Jaune greeted in as calm a voice as he could, making sure to keep his eyes fixed on her green orbs as he held a single hand out in greeting. Internally his mind was screaming at him to run, but he stuck to the confident and self-assured persona his forged records suggested he had. Time to go down fighting!

The woman nodded back once, reaching forward to shake his hand briefly still keeping the crop in hand as she did so. She didn't smile at him, but her green eyes didn't show any anger either – which was probably a good sign.

”Indeed, thank you for coming Mr Arc. I am Glynda Goodwitch, Deputy Headmistress and a teacher here. I hope Professor Ozpin's summons was not too sudden.”

”Of course not, I was happy to have a chance to see Beacon in person.” Jaune replied easily as he offered the woman a smile. He had to resist the urge to let it die an ugly death when she stared back at him, simply quirking an eyebrow. ”If you're to escort me to meet the Professor, will you let me help you with those books?”

”Oh. Yes, thank you Mr Arc.” The woman accepted with a slightly surprised expression before she could hide it. Jaune took half of the books with a hidden grin, glad that his attempt to distract her had worked. Only a few books, but a gentleman was always polite with ladies, no matter their station. ”If you will follow me, I will show you to Ozpin.” She turned away from him as he quickly stepped in to walk beside her.

”Thank you Mrs Goodwitch.”

”Miss, actually.” She corrected as the two of them passed under a stone arch and into what looked to be a large round plaza with a fountain in the centre.

”Really? Oh, I mean - sorry!” Jaune apologised, making sure to add a little fake surprise to his voice. He wasn't surprised at all she wasn't married, since she looked too damn scary and unapproachable for most men. Even if he was closer to her age he didn't think he would have the stones to talk to her. ”I didn't mean to assume.”

”Don't worry about it Mr Arc.” The woman urged with what actually looked to be the slightest beginnings of a smile on her face. Barely there for a moment before she mercilessly killed it. Still, it was a start.

Okay – okay, think Jaune. Disciplinarian, apparently strict and is a headmistress. So be polite, formal, flattering – but don't even think about flirting. She helps run a school for young a.d.u.l.ts, no doubt she gets way too much of that attention as it is…

It was definitely important to stay on the good side of anyone here.

”If I might ask, Miss Goodwitch? Do you know why Professor Ozpin wants to meet with me? I'm afraid he didn't explain very much when he called me.”

And what a harrowing call it had been. Completely out of the blue, and he'd been too damn scared to ask many questions of the white haired man. He'd been able to only just get out that he would be able to make the appointment, and confirm the Bullhead arrival time. He'd then spent the next week in a panicked agony… and now here he was.

”I do know Mr Arc, but I'm not at liberty to tell you just yet. I believe Ozpin would like to meet with you first. I am sorry.” No real expression on her face beyond the stern expression he was beginning to believe was standard for her, but the inflection she put on her apology suggested she was in fact a little sorry she could not tell him. At the very least it provided a little more confidence for him.

If this was to throw the evidence of his forgery in his face, then she certainly wouldn't be this polite with him – and definitely wouldn't apologise for keeping things secret from him. If she was as stern as her expression, dress and mannerisms suggested… and Jaune was very sure of his first impressions here. Then she would be furious if she knew he had forged his doc.u.ments.

Did this mean they didn't know they were fake!?

Was he going to get away with this?

”Don't worry about it then.” He laughed, waving off the issue as he tugged at his jeans. ”I'm just worried that I'm a little under-dressed for the occasion.”

”Not to worry Mr Arc, we understand that for a person of your calibre, you would come to such a meeting armed. It can be difficult to put hunting the Grimm aside, even for more experienced people.”

His calibre… yeah. But at least his records had proven themselves it seems, if she honestly believed was some kind of hotshot hunter-in-training. That took a lot of the stress off his shoulders, especially if this was just some kind of acceptance interview, or maybe they interviewed all the students before deciding to accept them? Had he panicked over nothing?

”Ah, here we are. Professor Ozpin is awaiting us inside.” Two large doors opened slowly as the woman walked into the room, letting Jaune follow behind her as he admired the decor. From the view through the huge windows he would tell this was the central spire of the academy, apparently the Headmaster's personal office.

Apart from a large desk and a few bookcases, the room was rather bare. He had honestly imagined something more from a man as powerful, and no doubt wealth, as the headmaster of Beacon. But perhaps this was just to create an image, the man's personal quarters could be lavish.

”Greetings Mr Arc.” The man stood behind the desk commented, dressed in an immaculate green suit, and sipping on a large mug of some hot beverage. Even if Jaune had not recognised him as the man who had called him recently, he would have known Ozpin by his fame and distinctive white hair. Swallowing his nervousness, Jaune strode towards the desk and held his hand out over the polished wood, his blue eyes staring into brown. A hysterical part of Jaune's mind commented that Ozpin's hair seemed quite similar in design to his own.

”A pleasure headmaster.” He kept his hand steady, waiting as the man seemed to take a long sip of his drink, before putting it down and grasping Jaune's hand in a firm shake. Glynda stepped forwards to take the books Jaune was carrying from him, as he sat down across from the headmaster. The woman then walked around the desk to stand beside, but slightly behind, the headmaster. Jaune waited for them to speak, not saying anything as the man took another long drink of what Jaune could now identify as coffee.

”Well then Mr Arc, thank you for coming to this meeting.” Jaune nodded but didn't say anything. This man was definitely far above himself in terms of experience and knowledge, and Jaune knew about dealing with people like that, if you didn't know the correct response – then stay quiet.

”I received your application for entrance as a student of Beacon Academy, and have had some time to look over your records.” Once more he paused here as he fished out some pieces of paper from a drawer in his desk, taking another long drink. Jaune schooled his expression into a calm facade, despite the frantic hammering of his heart in his chest.

”Quite the glowing recommendations you come with Mr Arc. Trained for four years at the Vacuo Academy for Gifted Youths, before staying on to begin your formal Hunter Education. You would be 20 years old now, correct?”

”That's right.” Jaune lied, trusting the forged doc.u.ments with all his heart. It had been an important move to have him listed as three years older than he was so that he could fit in. The various hunter academies kept in close contact, so it would be clearly obvious if he claimed to be from one and they checked the records against their database… All except for one school… since it had been destroyed by the Grimm three years ago.

”I've heard of many survivors of the attack there… most did not continue their career as Hunters.” The Vacuo Academy for the Gifted had been a famous school, and one of the only schools that could train hunters from their first entry at 13, right through to their graduation at 21. It had been attacked and destroyed by the Grimm three years ago though, and most of the records had been lost with it. The fraudster had made sure to explain that to Jaune, along with the importance of sticking with the story.

”I can understand why. It took me over two years to recover from that. I am hoping you will not let my age work against me in this regard.” That had been one of his man concerns, that they would refuse him because his records now said he was 20, above the usual starting age.

”Of course not Mr Arc.” The man replied back with a small smile. ”Three years is not so much time in the grand scheme of things, and it would be a shame to see such talent wasted. My concern is quite the opposite in fact Mr Arc.” At this he pushed across some of the papers to Jaune, showing him statistics he had long since memorised.

Valedictorian, skilled fighter, excellent tactical skills and a strong grasp of theory. A team leader with unparalleled empathy for his team, able to motivate people to work as cohesive groups, even in the worst of situations. His records even claimed he had a few missions under his belt. Some taken during his time in Vacuo, others during the three year break afterwards.

He couldn't claim he'd just sat around for three years, so his records painted a picture of a man who had done his best to evacuate the other students, and fought to protect them. He'd also done some freelance work for villages that could not afford a hunter, or who needed help immediately.

All falsified.

”If I may be frank Mr Arc.” The man spoke, as a grin formed on his features. Meanwhile Jaune's spirits fell in sudden terror. ”I think you're too qualified to be a student here.”

Huh!?

”You have the skills and credentials to be a hunter right now, so might I ask why you wish to be a student once more?”

Oh Gods, he hadn't expected this… that they might reject him for being too good. Or that they might think it's too suspicious for such a skilled man to want to lower himself to the level of a student.

”I… need the qualification.” Jaune tried as he slumped in his seat. ”Skills aside, a lot of doors are closed to a person who has not graduated from a school for hunters. I want to prove to myself, and others, that I deserve to be a hunter.”

”A worthy goal indeed, and I would never consider denying a hunter his dues. But here in Beacon we assign students into teams of four. You must understand Mr Arc, that someone of your ability would overshadow his team and might lead to them not developing into proud hunters as they should…”

Jaune couldn't help but feel a small thrill of panic shoot through him, not out of fear that he would be rejected. In fact the man had as clear as said he would help Jaune get into Beacon… but what if he was assigned to no team, and instead left on his own!? That would be a disaster! He didn't have the skills to survive as a one man team and would be publically humiliated and ridiculed in front of the entire student body… If he didn't just die first.

”If I might ask, and I do not wish to bring back difficult memories. But how did you cope with the grief of losing people in Vacuo?”

”It's difficult.” Jaune hedged, delaying so he could think of a story to tell, while the two teachers waited patiently. ”My team was killed and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Beyond that, many of our friends and colleagues were dying as well.”

The two a.d.u.l.ts seemed sympathetic as he paused to think of more excuses. He couldn't afford to paint himself as a traumatised youth, or they might ask him to undertake counselling. At the same time to suggest he was just over it would come across as incredibly convenient.

”Those of us who survived banded together though. People are stronger together and we helped each other when we felt down. I'd had two years to come to terms with what happened and I want to move on, if you'll let me.”

Put the onus for the decision in their hands, use guilt! Underhanded though it might be, he'd come too far to back out now, this was all or nothing.

”Wise words indeed. What do you think Glynda?” The Headmaster asked as he leaned back in his seat with a wide smile on his face. Jaune turned to look at the woman who had escorted him here, noticing the sad look on her face which she quickly hid.

”I think I agree with your decision Headmaster. Mr Arc will be good for the students here.”

He was in!? He'd done it?

”I think we'll be happy to welcome you to Beacon Academy Mr Arc.” Professor Ozpin congratulated, pushing a sheet of paper and pen across to Jaune, which he picked up to inspect.

”A contract for employment?” He blurted out with some confusion, as he flicked through the various pages, seeing nothing but huge amounts of text and regulations.

”You're too qualified to be a student here Mr Arc, but you have just what we need for a Support Teacher at Beacon Academy.” Jaune barely heard the man, his eyes flicking over the front page. A teacher, him!? Oh Gods, this was a disaster. Forget forging his way as a student, this was about ten times worse. He was going to be forging his way into employment!

And he didn't know enough about being a hunter! He could barely fight, Good Gods, his students would be able to beat him up! He was going to be roughed up by his own students… in front of everyone!

”I have no experience teaching…” He couldn't help but stammer out, only for his new hope to be crushed as the blonde deputy stepped forwards.

”I will be helping you with that Mr Arc.” She replied as she nodded to him. ”You will have your own classes, but we will do some training a few days before the term starts, and you can sit in on some of my lessons as well. You will be up to standard for this, don't worry.”

Oh that wasn't his worry at all. His worry was more along the lines of humiliation, followed by an inquiry – maybe finished up with a lengthy jail term.

”Your responsibilities would be helping other teachers with their workload, monitoring some lessons. Perhaps in some advanced cases shadowing teams on missions as well. You might have your own classes in a few months, but they would be irregular subjects.”

”Can you give me an example of what subjects you might be thinking?” Jaune asked, half to give him more time to think up excuses, but also so that he could get some bloody studying in on whatever subjects those were!

”I have long wanted to offer a course for those who have experienced loss or difficult missions. Perhaps on coping in stressful situations, or simply camping. They would be optional courses, and you wouldn't be required to grade or offer exams.”

Okay that didn't sound so bad… if they weren't graded then arguably there was no way to prove he couldn't do the job, was there?

He wanted to refuse. To explain that he had applied as a student and wanted to become one, be a part of a team… but that wasn't what Jaune Arc, survivor of Vacuo, would do… he was a leader, a man with standards and confidence, who had survived where others had died. Anything else could reveal him as a fraudster.

”I suppose I don't really have a choice do I?” Jaune joked to the two, while internally his mind screamed in agonised pain.

”Welcome to Beacon, Professor Arc.”

F.u.c.k my life.

Chapter 2

Doomsday Approaches

”Wow, it sure pays to be a teacher.” Jaune mumbled to himself as he looked around his new quarters, which were adjoined to his small office. The Headmaster had apparently thought that since he was a support teacher who might be called into any role on short notice, that it made sense to have his office and living quarters connected. Jaune had been quick to agree, knowing that if the man had claimed that new teachers wore pumpkins on their heads, he probably would have done it so as not to appear suspicious.

He just hadn't expected it to be so spacious! He had a decent sized bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, along with a kitchen-living room combination separated by a counter with two stools pulled up against it. The living area consisted of little more than a couch with a low laying coffee table and a decent-sized television, but it was still much more than he was used to at home. What's more, the fridge and cupboards were well stocked with a variety of meats and food.

It was almost enough to distract him from what today actually was. Today was to be his first official day of employment, and what was worse, the students were expected to arrive for within the next eight hours or so... though thankfully the mysterious initiation was not until the following day. Miss Goodwitch had been quick to assure him that the initiation would take the entire day, and that any teaching that might be required was still a good two days away. Still though...

Where was the training he had been promised!?

Idly his eyes fell on a small card that sat perched on the coffee table where he had laid it earlier, and the guilt that came along with it hit him like a mallet.

Congratulations on your new job! It was filled with kind and loving words, not only from his mother and father - who had been shocked but ecstatic that he had landed such a good job. But also from his sisters who pretty much had expected him to be a bum all his life. Such faith, and yet probably rightfully deserved.

We're so proud of you! He could remember the look on his mother's face as he told her what had happened. Oh, he'd made some alterations to the tale. As far as they knew he was going to be teaching at a combat school teaching younger teenagers, but the gist of the job had been the same. So maybe the lie wasn't that bad?

”Who am I kidding, I'm going straight to Hell.”

Still his parents had been supportive and helpful, and had even taken him out shopping for supplies as a gift to him. Hence the new coat he was wearing that crossed over his b.r.e.a.s.t-plated chest and swept down to the back of his knees. It wasn't a fashion statement though... one of the concerns that Jaune had given to his parents was that the fourteen year old students he was going to be teaching wouldn't give him full respect since he was so young. His mother had suggested dressing to make himself look older, and just not mentioning his age to any of them.

So he knew where he got the lying from anyway.

Either way she had chosen the dark blue coat because it apparently accentuated his height, and also hid his chest and arms from view. She said most people would just see the sword and shield, along with the coat and armour - and assume him to be a lot more buff than he actually was beneath it all. He'd taken the obvious dig in stride and agreed with the decision. He couldn't say he felt, or looked, any older - but maybe it would work on other people.

”Mr Arc, may I come in?” A recognisable female voice asked from outside the doors to his quarters. Jaune quickly walked over and opened it to reveal the stern face of Glynda Goodwitch.

”Ah. Good morning Miss Goodwitch, come in.” He beckoned with his arm, stepping back to let her into the room. He tried not to pay attention to the way her green eyes quickly snapped left and right to inspect the room, before settling on himself once more.

”A new fashion statement Mr Arc?”

”It was a suggestion from a friend, to help me look a little older in the eyes of the students.” So it totally wasn't his fault if it was against the rules or anything, he didn't add.

”Ah I see. Are you worried about teaching students so close to your age?” Her voice and face were calm as she asked the question, and he wasn't able to tell if it was some kind of trap.

”Just concerned.” He diverted instead. ”I don't doubt my ability, but am a little concerned that some of the students might rebel against the idea. Hence my wanting to appear a little older than I actually am.” That sounded like something an ideal teacher would say, didn't it? All he had to do was make every decision, and say everything - as if the welfare of his students was the most important thing in the world to him.

”I can understand that.” Miss Goodwitch accepted as she shuffled some books onto his counter. ”Don't worry so much about it though, as a support teacher you will be teaching in conjunction with myself or others. If they fail to show you the proper respect, they will soon learn the error of their ways.”

Aww... He couldn't help but coo to himself as he simply nodded his thanks to her. That was actually a pretty sweet and supportive thing to say, which surprised him since it was coming from such a stern-looking woman.

”Thank you, I appreciate it. Is that material for me to look over?” That certainly did look like a lot of material, at least six tomes worth as well as a number of stapled sheets of paper set to one side.

”This is the course syllabus for Professor Port's Grimm studies class, as well as Professor Oobleck's history class. The Headmaster has decided you will work with those two teachers, as well as myself. I've also included some books on teacher training for you to look through. As well as a few … tips... I thought to write down myself.” The woman hesitated as she said this, before showing him the printed paper which seemed to entail three full pages of written text in elegant handwriting.

”You went to so much effort for me, thank you so much.” He flattered as he took the pages and glanced over them. They seemed to be mostly focused on how to keep order and discipline teenagers in class. For a moment he felt incredibly awkward that she had effectively handed him tips on just how to punish people... but then again the other things were probably covered in the books.

”It's no problem.” The Deputy waved away, though there was the tiniest hint of pink on her cheeks at his honest praise.

”No, this is wonderful Gly- Miss Goodwitch.” This was exactly what he needed to have a chance here. What's more, she had perhaps inadvertently told him exactly what he would be helping with, and provided him the syllabus ahead of time! All he would need to do was see what they were covering in an upcoming class, and memorise everything on that subject and he would be fine.

”I suppose you can call me Glynda outside of the student's hearing.” The blonde interrupted his thoughts as she turned away from him while speaking. Why was she looking away from him? ”You can probably get away with calling most other teachers by their names, or simply their title.”

”Thank you then, Glynda. I hope you'll call me Jaune as well?”

”Of course Mr Arc.” She replied, apparently not quite able to address him so casually. ”I do apologise that I won't be able to offer you more, one-on-one, training. But with the students arriving today...”

”Yes, initiation. I had heard of it, is there anything you need me to do to help with that?” He certainly hoped not, he was already on limited time and he didn't even know what the initiation was yet.

”No, no. But thank you Mr Arc. We have that all covered for now... I think it might be best if you simply looked to read as much of that material as you can. I'll have someone come and collect you before the first Bullheads arrive. I think it would be best for your credibility if you were seen immediately alongside the other teachers.”

”I understand.” He accepted with glee. Perfect. Now just to get rid of Glynda so he could have as much time to read as possible and get ready. ”Is there anything else?”

”No, that's all. I will see you later then Mr Arc.” And with that she was gone. Slipping out of his room before he could so much as offer her a goodbye. Man, she's a weird cookie... but still, she saved my bacon!

Now all he had to do was read as much of this as he could, right?

Nghhh...

Captain's log, day thirty. More history... The General leads his troops in a surprise raid on the faunus of Fort Castle... huge casualties because he forgets they have perfect night vision - hey, that sounds useful. Jaune's face was half laid on the couch's armrest, with his hands propping a history book in front of him. Bloodshot eyes, along with a beautiful set of designer bags hanging beneath them.

The clock said it had only been around six hours.

The clock must be working with the enemy.

Where is your confidence now Jaune Arc? An evil voice taunted in his mind, half-heartedly he recognized it as his self-esteem, which had long since betrayed him. You have to do this for the next four years!

Arms finally gave way as the book slapped into his face with a satisfying sound of leather on flesh. Instead of attempting to remove it he simply let out a distressed groan into the pages. There was so much to cover... and so much to remember.

He'd learned the types of Grimm most common to Vale, as well as their general appearance, behaviour and threat levels. He'd also done his best to memorise whatever he could on weaknesses and how to fight them. Weirdly it looked like the syllabus for Professor Port's class just entitled a thing called ”story time.” But he imagined that was theoretical book learning or something.

Oobleck's class though... oh Gods... history. How could the man possibly cover so much history so quickly in his lesson plans? That was ridiculous! He was honestly going to cover the entire faunus rights revolution in his first lesson? Wasn't that like ten years of history? He would have to teach at like 60mph to have any chance of getting that across in time.

But he hadn't dared to take the risk.

Faunus Rights Revolution... learned. Gods...

He'd also had a few small chances to read through the teacher training, though he wasn't close to finishing that. He had figured it would be safer to be knowledgeable on the course material and fail as a teacher - than to show his hand so early and not know what was surely basic knowledge.

Besides, he still had tonight when he was supposed to be sleeping. Their timetables ended at around six in the afternoon, and Jaune honestly didn't have anything to do in his free time. Sure, his parents were keen to hear from him after his first lessons, but that would be little more than a ten minute call. That left almost six hours of studying a night, if he just aimed for six hours sleep.

Six hours studying a night... is it still too late to get arrested?

Any morose thoughts were quickly banished by a frantic knocking on his door, neither stopping or slowing in pace as he staggered to his feet and sluggishly ambled his way over.

”Yes?” He gasped out as he pulled the door open to reveal a bespectacled man in a white shirt with a bright yellow tie and … green hair?

Argh my eyes! The clash burns!

”Professor Arc, I presume!” The man rattled out, and rattled was definitely the correct term, Jaune thought to himself. Because what should have contained a number of syllables seemed to come out in barely three seconds. He just barely caught the meaning.

”That is myself, are you one of the other staff?” It was an easy guess since Miss Goodwitch had told him she would send someone to collect him. Was it that time already?

”Capital, yes! I am Doctor Oobleck, Professor of History at Beacon as well as resident expert on Grimm movements and studies at the school. A pleasure to make your acquaintance I hope we will have plenty of time to learn about each other as you assist me with teaching but for now we must make our way to the main foyer to welcome this year's aspiring hunters and huntresses who will hopefully become the future protectors of the people of Vale.”

”Sounds good?” Jaune guessed, not actually having caught the majority of what was being said, but knowing that if he simply agreed it would probably be for the best.

”Capital! Let us be off.”

”H-hey, Wait!” He shouted out as the man zipped from the room, easily outpacing Jaune as he struggled to strap his sword into place while locking the doors behind him. He just caught sight of a green glimpse vanishing around the corner as he sprinted after the man.

What kind of teacher acts like this!? He shouted in his mind as he span around the corner, once more barely glimpsing the Professor vanishing down another corridor. And wasn't it ironic that he was criticisng a trained and proven teacher in the first place?

”Doctor Oobleck, please slow down!” He called out as his body ached, unable to continue the grueling pace set by the older man. Fatigue mixed with a general lack of stamina eventually caused him to lose the Professor as Jaune came to a stop against a wall, his hand propping himself up as he panted to himself in exhaustion.

As if to make matters worse he could faintly hear the sounds of Bullheads approaching the Academy, no doubt bringing the new students which he was supposed to be visible in front of.

Damn that stupid hyperactive excuse for an a.d.u.l.t, what the Hell!?