Evening — Dorm Rooftops
SWNG!
The whistle of a blade sliced through the air atop the Beacon dormitory rooftop, echoing faintly.
Jaune lunged forward, his sword arcing in a clean, practiced slash, shield poised to catch a counter. His boots scraped the concrete floor as he moved—faster, tighter in form than he'd ever been.
Pyrrha stepped aside with graceful precision, her crimson hair catching the breeze as her eyes tracked every movement. A small smile tugged at her lips—not mocking, but impressed.
"You're improving," she said, pivoting on her heel as another swing came. The blade swept past her side, missing by inches. "But you still telegraph your hips."
"Ghh—" Jaune grunted, adjusting mid-step and launching a tighter follow-up swing. "I'm working on it!"
Pyrrha ducked the strike smoothly, then bent backward into a handspring, flipping over Jaune's shoulder with dancer-like ease. Her boots landed softly on the metal rooftop railing, balancing with unnatural grace.
"You're faster than yesterday," she observed, her eyes narrowing—not critically, but curiously. "You're pushing yourself pretty hard."
Jaune rolled his shoulders and readied his stance again, panting slightly. "Can't afford to slack off, right? Not if I want to catch up."
She tilted her head, watching him. "No... I suppose you can't." Her expression warmed. "Still, don't forget training is a marathon, not a sprint."
"Tell that to the guys who swing axes the size of cars."
Pyrrha laughed lightly. "Point taken."
With a flick of her wrist, she beckoned him again. "Come on then, Jaune. Show me that stubborn streak."
He smiled despite himself and charged again—sword ready, shield steady, heart pounding not with fear, but purpose.
Team RWBY's Dorm
Weiss Schnee, heir to the Schnee Dust Company and unofficial dorm mom, was wrapping up her nightly routine with clinical precision.
She emerged from the bathroom like a queen returning to her throne. Wrapped in a fluffy white towel, she glided across the room with her chin held high, the scent of imported lavender soap trailing behind her.
Her nightly ritual, as precise as a Schnee Dust Company schedule, was nearly complete.
First: Bath—scalding, relaxing, immaculate.
Second: Moisturizer—triple-layered and imported, of course.
Third: Assignments—flawless and finished ahead of schedule.
Fourth: Sleep—undisturbed. Perfect.
She patted the final layer of moisturizer into her cheeks, glanced at herself in the mirror, and nodded approvingly.
"Nothing will ruin this night," she whispered to herself with finality, climbing into bed and pulling the covers over her like a dignified empress.
Ruby snored softly in the bunk above.
Blake was curled up in the corner with a book half-sprawled across her chest.
Yang, as usual, had fallen asleep while still wearing her gauntlets.
Peace.
Weiss let out a long, satisfied sigh.
And drifted into dreams.
Dream
Weiss stood on a runway.
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