“Dialogue”
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would train with a personal trainer specialized in Aura users. I thought it would be a hunter with a background in physical education or even medicine.
“Ha-ha! Fresh air, open space, trees, and occasional Grimms popping up to make the training more interesting.” The voice belonged to my personal trainer. “I'll never understand these youngsters who prefer training in safe and boring gyms.”
Port… my personal trainer was the annoying, chubby, short, old, and possibly senile… Professor Peter Port.
Perplexed, I re-read the message Glynda sent me at 6 A.M.
{Golden Milf:
Mr. Jaune Arc,
I trust this text finds you well. I am writing to formally inform you about the upcoming personal training session arranged for you.
As you are aware, the initiation site at the cliff holds significance in your training journey. I would like to inform you that your designated personal trainer is already prepared and waiting for you at the aforementioned location.
The purpose of this training session is to further enhance your skills and abilities, ensuring your progress as a student of Beacon Academy.
Your commitment to this training is commendable, and I believe it will contribute significantly to your growth and development.
Should you have any inquiries or require further clarification regarding this training session, please do not hesitate to reach out to me directly.
Your dedication to your studies and training is greatly appreciated. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
I look forward to witnessing your continued growth and success as a student of Beacon Academy.
Sincerely,
Glynda Goodwitch}
Why so formal? And there was no mistake, Port is indeed my trainer.
He was waiting for me alone with no equipment except for two coolers... and why is he shirtless?
"No words, my young man? Ha-ha! It's to be expected, not everyone gets the chance to train with a living legend like me," commented the shirtless professor.
Despite being old and having a prominent belly, the professor had large, thick, muscular arms, matching his well-defined chest. He looked like Izumi Curtis's husband, but you know… old. How does he hide all that muscle under his uniform?
"How long are we going to train?"
"No need to worry about time, we have the whole day just to focus on sculpting our bodies," the professor replied, flexing his biceps.
Who is this old man showing off to?
"But what about my grades? I have a class with Doctor Oobleck in 2 hours."
"Calm down, my young man, I've thought of everything. I wrote a note for Professor Ozpin to excuse you from Bart's class."
Oh, crap!
"You'll just have to write a 50-page essay on a historical event or something of the sort."
OH, CRAP!
"Glynda informed me that you have zero training, is that true?"
In response, I lowered my face and avoided the professor's gaze.
“Don't worry, young man. After 1 day of training, you'll feel like a new man, a better man.”
I've never been motivated and insulted at the same time. This guy must be a motivational coach.
"As it's your first day of training, we'll start light. 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and to finish, a 10 km run," said the professor, who was stretching.
What? This must be a joke. This is Saitama's training routine. I'm nearly a couch potato, and this crazy old man wants me to do the One Punch Man workout?
"This training seems impossible for someone without physical preparation, you know." Port stopped stretching and looked confused in my direction. "Someone like me."
“Ha-ha! It's true that you're weak and unprepared, easily blown away by a gentle breeze.” Oh, my ego. “But you have Aura, young man. Your endurance will already be higher than normal.”
"Really?"
I didn't expect that.
"But of course, I'm always right."
He crouched down and got into a push-up position on the ground but didn't start right away, waiting for me to join. I positioned myself next to the professor and asked one last question.
"I'd like to ask something before we start."
“And what would that be?”
"I'll do whatever you ask and put in my best effort, but I want the right to complain and whine as much as I want."
"Hmm, a bit unconventional for my taste, but I accept your proposal."
"Thank you, professor."
"The pleasure is mine, Jaune. I've always wanted a student who would obey me for a whole day."
A whole day?
"ENOUGH TALK, START SWEATING, YOU USELESS WORM!"
"YES, SIR!" I shouted in response to the professor's commands by instinct.
[Pyrrha Nikos]
As soon as I finish putting on my uniform, I notice a message from Jaune on my scroll.
{Jaune Arc
Hey Pyr,
Today you guys go to class without me. I'll be stuck with Professor Port all day.
See you tonight if I survive.}
Another private lesson? I know Jaune has potential due to his Semblance and the amount of Aura he has, but making him skip regular classes for one-on-one training... that's not normal.
I get the feeling that Jaune... is hiding something. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the negative thoughts and uncertainty.
I hope he doesn't get hurt. After all, Professor Port's reputation as a trainer has reached Mistral.
The Mad Forger, that's what he's known as.
Jaune will suffer a lot today. His muscles will be torn, bones broken, and tendons twisted. A true hellish training.
Everyone who trains with him comes out with incredible results, as if their bodies were forged on a battlefield. But the psychological damage he inflicts is always devastating.
That's why no one trains with Port more than once. It takes months for students to recover mentally, and by then, any physical gains are lost.
"Ren, wake up Nora. Jaune's busy with Professor Port, but we have to go to Professor Oobleck's class."
"No problem," said the Mistral boy as he went to wake up his partner. "And I think he's a Doctor, actually."
"Seriously, Ren?" I asked, annoyed.
"Just making an observation," Ren replied with a sheepish smile.
I sigh tiredly. Ren and Nora aren't bad people, but I didn't click with them as well as I did with Jaune.
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"It's going to be impossible for us to train together tonight."
[Original Point of View]
"You fat old fucker!" Despite being weak and out of breath, I still made sure to insult whenever I could.
After the workout, every muscle in my body felt like it had been turned into a symphony of pain and protest. Every step was like walking on coals, as my muscles tried to rebel against the idea of continued movement. Every time I tried to sit down, it was as if my body was playing a prank on me, turning a simple action into an Olympic challenge. Even breathing was causing pain in the muscles of my lower back.
“Um, I must say I'm not a fan of your slurs.” He commented on the monster in the shape of an obese elderly man who didn't drop even a drop of sweat after 3 hours of training.
“But I did my part.” I spat out my answer with what little breath I had recovered.
"And because of that, I am not sending you to detention."
He threw me two transparent bottles, one of which had water and the other had a white, viscous liquid inside.
“Now drink, you need energy.”
I'll say that I'm not really in the mood to drink this stuff, because it looks like hentai jizz, but I gave my word I'd do whatever he asked.
“What did you think of the taste?” Asked Port as soon as I took the first sip.
“Shit!” I complained loudly. “Sour on top of that, what is that?”
“Yes, it tastes horrible, but this shake has everything your body needs, Protein, Carbs, Healthy Fats, Antioxidants and Electrolytes.”
“Damn! It has everything, it just lacks hydration.”
“Nothing replaces water, young man, now drink it all in two bottles.” Said Port clapping his hands. “In the meantime, I’m going to work on your body.”
The professor's hands began to glow as his fingers curled weirdly, as if he was Kazuma from Konosuba.
"Fuck off old man!" I tried to get away, but the muscle pain in my thigh caused me to stumble and fall flat on my face.
The teacher took advantage of my fall and sat on my thighs pinning me to the ground.
“Wait the fuck! Hands off, you old pervert! I'm straight!"
Unbelievable, I'm going to be raped in the world of Rwby?
If I had to have sex with a man, it could at least be Qrow or even Ironwood with a beard…
With my eyes closed I waited for my ass to be violated, but nothing approached my buttocks, in fact, Port had grabbed me by the thighs and a strange heat began to take over my body as he massaged me.
“Huh?”
“Stop squirming and let me work boy.”
Muscle pain and fatigue started to disappear from my thighs, what is it? Is it his Semblance?
After the massage I got up quickly, without even remembering that I was all bruised up from training.
“How are your legs?”
“Are they… okay? In fact… I feel like they are lighter.”
“Ha-ha!” Laughed the proud professor. “My Semblance works in conjunction with the Aura of the target I touch, this way I speed up the healing process, but you still need to provide the necessary nutrients for muscle enhancement, so drink the entire bottle.”
Is he a healer?
“That's why I have such a sculptural body, I can do the hardest and most harmful training possible, because my Semblance will heal all injuries and make me stronger.”
As I sipped the white shake, Port went to every muscle group in my body, massaging as well as healing fatigue and soreness. When he finished I felt so much better and so much stronger.
"This is amazing, I don't even feel the post workout pain."
"I see you're not as stupid as the other teachers think."
“Ouch! Thank you.” I responded sarcastically. "Wait a second! Do the teachers think I'm stupid?"
“Only professors of theoretical classes, weapons training and maintenance, survival, first aid and all those who teach elective subjects. ”
“That is…all of the faculty except Glynda, Ozpin, and you?”
“Huuum, yes, that seems correct to me.”
It seems I have yet to prove myself to most of the Beacon teachers, the only one I know from the series being Bartholomew Oobleck, the teacher I'm missing from class right now.
“I admit it was good practice, I bet if I run maybe I'll catch the end of Oobleck's class.”
As soon as I tried to take a step forward, a heavy hand was present on my shoulder, the pressure of the grip made the bones in the region creak and prevented me from moving forward.
“Where do you think you are going?”
If it wasn't for Aura he would have broken my shoulder on the spot.
“That was just our first series.”
"Series?! What are you talking about?”
"We're going to do another set of 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats and to top it off a 10K run."
My blood froze instantly.
"Again?"
“Yes! Only faster this time.”
“Are you crazy?”
Port frowned at the time.
“You may have the right to complain as much as you like, but I am not obliged to put up with your rudeness.” He said as he combed his mustache with his fingers. “Because of that we are going to do 150 of each exercise and the race will be 15 km.”
Speechless and open-mouthed, I began to think of a reason to stop.
This is crazy, will he spend all day breaking and reassembling me? Is that why he brought those coolers of water and sour cum?
No… I have to get away from this madman.
But then… how will I face my team afterwards?
“Of course I can't force you to do anything, you can quit at any time, you can even spend the rest of the day in your room if you want.” His voice was tender and didn't have an ounce of judgment.
Even with the teacher's support I still felt a feeling of guilt beginning to take over my mind.
Ren and Nora were orphans with nothing and no one in the world and yet they entered Beacon honestly. Pyrrha would move the world to help me be a better Huntsman, Glynda worked overtime to help me with Aura, and as insane as Port's training was, it was already paying off.
I stared at the old teacher who was also examining me, he looked like a dwarf from R.P.G. with those big, defined arms, beer belly and mustache. To stay 100% faithful he just needed a beard.
Fuck man! I need to concentrate.
I can't give up now, this is my best chance to catch up with the protagonists.
"It 's OK."
“What did you say, young man?”
“Come on, old man, let's work out! I'll do all the shit you say, but I better become the strongest first-year student, or I'm going to stick your musket axe up your ass!”
In response, the professor laughed out loud.
“Ha-ha! That's the spirit, young man.” Said the excited teacher. “It doesn't matter if you have a foul mouth, I don't care if you didn't have any training before entering Beacon. What matters is that you have the courage and willingness to face your problems head on and work to get rid of your weaknesses. ”
“TOO MUCH TALK FOR TOO LITTLE EXERCISE, YOU OLD FART!”
"Ha-ha!"
What followed were the most intense and painful hours of my two lives.
I sweated, bled, cried, vomited, and broke my bones more times than I'd like to admit… but I didn't give up.
I wouldn't have made it without Professor Port. His semblance and words of motivation dragged me to the end of the training.
By the end of the day, we had spent a total of 11 hours of training.
We were attacked by Grimm 7 times, and each time, Port engaged the creatures in combat without any weapons. He defeated them quickly and then returned to the exercises, moving faster than I did to catch up.
It's infuriating how awesome this guy is.
About the time I was ambushed in the forest while taking a dump... I'd rather not comment on that.
"How are you, young man?"
"Physically, I'm fine, but I have a weird headache."
"It's from exhaustion. I recommend eating something and going straight to bed."
"I can't. I have plans."
"Hmm, what could an exhausted young man want to do after so much training that isn't eating and sleeping..." Port thought aloud as he stroked his mustache.
"I appreciate the training, but my personal life is none of your business."
"So, are you meeting a lady?"
Damn nosy mustache son of bitch.
"Take my advice, Jaune, train from Monday to Saturday and rest on Sundays."
"That sounds... a bit monotonous."
"Ha-ha! You'll understand when you're older."
"I know." It's ironic to hear that when I have two lives under my belt. "Same time tomorrow?"
My question caught the professor off guard.
"What do you mean by tomorrow?"
"Aren't we going to train anymore?"
"Do you want to train more?" The professor seemed incredulous at my decision.
"Don't take this the wrong way, I've already noticed the difference with your crazy destructive training, but I'm still probably one of the weakest in the class." Muscles were starting to show on my body, but I still had some fat on my belly and arms. I stared the professor in the eyes, and he still seemed shocked. "I need to train more."
It was a bit hard to interpret Port's expression, but his next action was quite straightforward.
The sweaty, hairy old man hugged me.
“Ha-ha! Splendid, incredible, you, my young man, are a man among men.”
I wanted to complain and shout at him to let me go, but if I did that, I'd end up with his chest hair in my mouth.
"You can't keep missing classes every day, so we'll meet here before sunrise where I'll train your muscles until you break, then I'll heal you and send you to the classroom."
Fine, but let go of me, you fat Sam Elliott.
"But go on, you only have a few hours until curfew. Go to your date."
I don't even bother correcting him. I don't want to keep Pyrrha waiting.
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Now, onto the comments:
—AinzO0alGown commented:
Man Pyrrha is yandere in this one
—Response= He-he, that 's the plan.
— MereC55 commented:
Is Jaune dead and the soil replaced? Did they merge somehow? What's going on with that?
—Response= The soul has been swapped, there is no trace of Jaune's soul in that body, not even his memories, and where is the soul of the original Jaune? Is he alive?... next comment.
— Astra Starfield commented:
Resposta= To throw in my personal vote when you asked about it in chapter 4. I like the idea of john and goodwitch being together more. No offense to pyrrha I just don't see many funny ships with goodwitch and john.
I can just imagine pyrrha finding out about their 1 on 1 training and trying to stalk them while goodwitch is dealing with all of John’s shananagins while trying to be professional and not fall for him. I just like the idea of goodwitch being with him more for this story.
As for cool gadgets for john to make. I'm curious how much a Time Machine cost maybe even the death note how much you think that costs.
An actual useful item he could potentially use is the portal gun. Maybe even the Time Manipulation Device from Singularity.
Some spy movies to like a lazer pen.
—Response= Thank you for the feedback, you've given me plenty of interesting ideas to consider. I have a soft spot for Arkos, but I agree that Pyrrha is kind of… meh. That's why I'm leaning towards turning her into a full Yandere. Bringing Goodwitch into the mix is an excellent idea.
A time machine would indeed be extremely costly, it would blow my budget. However, a singularity-based Temporal Manipulation Device, limited to objects only… I'd also need to set a limit on how far back in time it can regress, because even affecting only inorganic things, that level of temporal control would be too overpowered.
Death Note is an intriguing case. I've read the manga for 17 years now (OH MY GOD, I'M SO OLD!) and I can't recall if the notebook's power was explained in 100% detail. As far as I remember, you just needed the person's name and face, and they would die as you described, unless it was something bizarre; it was almost like controlling Karma/Destiny, which is pretty outstanding! But would Salem be immune to it? Could someone write that she can't regenerate after death? Does a Death Note work without a Shinigami?
Thank you for the comments. Suggestions for where the plot could go and what kind of things Jaune could create in the future are always welcome.
I'm currently looking for things that could be inexpensive but highly innovative for the world of RWBY. I'm now considering the healing elixirs from PF2e; since they are alchemical items, they are cheaper than magical items. It wouldn't be odd to assume that they could be studied and maybe even replicated.