Weiss Schnee opened her eyes, feeling disoriented and confused. She looks at her new surroundings once more. As she glanced around the room, taking note of the various details. Everything was familiar, but it felt different. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of confusion.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, and a familiar voice called out, "Miss Weiss, it's time to wake up."

Weiss recognized the voice immediately as that of Klein, the family butler, who had always been a constant and reliable figure in her life. She quickly composed herself and walked towards the door, feeling a sense of familiarity in every step.

"Good morning, Klein," Weiss greeted the butler with a smile as she opened the door.

"Good morning, Miss Weiss," Klein responded, his tone warm and welcoming.

Weiss couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort at Klein's presence, and she couldn't help but wonder how she had grown up with such a kind and caring father figure.

They walked to the dining room, which was empty as usual. Weiss sighed, knowing that her mother, Willow, was probably off drinking somewhere. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her mother, who had once been a huntress but now seemed lost in her own sorrows.

Weiss's thoughts then turned to her siblings. Winter, her older sister and mentor, was always there to guide her and teach her everything she knew about being a huntress. Sometimes she could be a bit cold and distant, but Weiss knew that Winter loved her. Underneath that cold exterior was a kind and caring sister who always tried to do her best for the both of them.

Whitley, Weiss's younger brother, was a different story. He was always the favorite of their father, Jacques, and was constantly trying to impress him. Weiss knew that Whitley saw her as an obstacle in his quest for their father's approval after getting Jess's memories, but she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Perhaps she could change him, she thought. After all, he was still her younger brother, regardless of how he saw her.

As for Jacques, Weiss couldn't stand the man. He was a cold and ruthless businessman who only cared about his own wealth and status. Whenever the White Fang did something that would affect the business, he would take it out on Winter and herself, or even on their mother in the past, causing her to become the distant and absent figure she was now.

With that final thought, Weiss finished her breakfast and headed out to the training field. She was determined to see how well she could use her Myrtenaster, even though she was now fused with another. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind and focus on her training.

As she stood outside the training grounds, she couldn't help but think about the memories that were now a part of her. She had always known that her family was far from perfect, but now she had a new perspective. She could see the love and pain that had always been there, even if it had been hidden beneath the surface.

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She broke out of her daze and stepped into the training ground and put her hand on the hilt of Myrtenaster, the elegant rapier that had become an extension of her arm over the years. It was a weapon of exquisite craftsmanship, she loved her weapon very much and couldn't imagine using anything else except maybe a fan like Kitana in case Myrtenaster is knocked out her hands.

The first few minutes were rough. Her movements felt sluggish, her strikes lacked precision, and her balance was off. It was as if her body was struggling to adjust to the new memories and experiences that had been thrust upon her. But Weiss was determined not to let this hold her back. She pushed through the discomfort and gradually began to settle into a rhythm.

As she moved, Weiss could feel the memories of her past life mingling with those of her current one. She remembered training with her father, enduring his harsh criticism and constant demands for perfection. She remembered Winter's cold but caring guidance, and the bond they had forged over the years of enduring their father and practicing side by side. And she remembered the White Fang, the terrorist organization that would make it tougher on Winter and herself, although she had Jess's memories on her argument with Blake she still couldn't help but feel frustrated about the matter.

Weiss then closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, letting the memories wash over her. She could feel the pain and the joy, the fear and the triumph, all mixing together in a swirling vortex of emotions. It was overwhelming, but also exhilarating. She knew that she had a long way to go before she could become the person she wanted to be, but for now, she was content to simply improving as a person and as a future huntress.

As she practiced her forms, Weiss began to notice a strange sensation in her chest. It was like a weight had been lifted, or a door had been opened. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew that something significant had changed within her. Maybe it was the realization that she wasn't alone, that she had lived another life before this one. Or maybe it was the newfound appreciation for the people in her life, even the one who has it out for her *cough* Whitley *cough* .

Weiss continued to train, losing herself in the movements and the memories. She felt a sense of peace that she hadn't experienced in a long time, and it was like a balm to her soul. When she finally stopped, she was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, but also smiling.

As she walked back to the manor, Weiss felt a sense of clarity that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew that she had a lot of work to do, both in terms of mastering her Myrtenaster and as well as using her glyphs. But she also knew that she had the motivation and the will to do it. And for the first time in a long time, she felt hopeful.

When she walked through the doors of the manor, Klein was waiting for her with a tray of tea and some biscuits. He smiled warmly at her and said, "Miss Weiss, you look positively radiant. Did your training go well?"

Weiss smiled back at him and said, "It did, thank you, Klein. I feel like I've made some progress today."

Klein nodded sagely and said, "Progress is always good, Miss Weiss. It's what we strive for, isn't it?"

Weiss took a sip of her tea and thought about that. Maybe progress was what she needed. Maybe it was the key to improving herself and her abilities. She wasn't sure yet, but she was eager to find out.

As she finished her tea and said goodbye to Klein, Weiss couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the future. She didn't know what lay ahead, but she knew that she was ready for it. She had a new perspective on her life.