You are a student at the renowned Beacon Academy! You sit within the confines of your dorm room, currently planning the day out. Perhaps you will make new friends or hang out with old ones! Explore the Emerald Forest and fight Grimm, or hone your skills in the training room...

You have a full day ahead of you, so make the most out of it. You never know what dangers lurk just around the corner...

How would you like to start your day?

You decide to take up Blake Belladonna on her offer to show you around. After finding her in the commons and asking about where to find Tukson's Book Trade, she leads you through the streets of Vale until you reach your destination. The store is owned by a faunus named Tukson who had fled from the White Fang, making it one of the few places where Blake actually felt comfortable shopping.

Uh-oh, it looks like trouble is brewing at the counter. Blake notices your concerned expression and decides to investigate further. She discreetly walks over to where Tukson is arguing with a burly human and tries to eavesdrop on their conversation. Meanwhile, you hang back a bit, pretending to browse through some books...

As Blake listens in, she discovers that the man accusing Tukson of stealing something valuable from him. It's clear that he doesn't have any real proof, but his tone and body language suggest he's not someone you want to mess with...

Blake raises an eyebrow at you but nods in agreement, trusting your judgment. She steps aside to give you some space, silently offering her support if needed. The angry man hasn't noticed you yet, which gives you a brief moment of privacy. Now, what do you want to say or do?

The man whips around to face you at the sound of your voice and expression, surprise quickly turning into shock as he takes in your features... and then your weapon. His hand slowly drops from the counter, revealing a fist clenched tightly around a piece of paper. "Y-you're... Jaune's..." he stammers before quickly looking away with an embarrassed grumble. "Sorry for the misunderstanding."

Tukson glances over at the commotion, relief washing over his features as he realizes that you and the man are friends. He gives you a small nod of thanks before turning back to assisting another customer. Blake looks impressed by your quick thinking and calm demeanor under pressure.

"Impressive," Blake whispers to you once the man has been dealt with. "I'd never have thought of that." She nods approvingly, genuinely impressed by your ability to defuse the situation. "Well done, you must be quite skilled at dealing with people... or was that just luck?"

Blake smirks slightly as she looks at you. Her eyes flick back and forth between yours, studying your expression for a moment before she continues speaking. "Maybe I should get to know you better. You seem interesting."

"Hmm..." Blake muses, considering your words carefully. "All right then. I'm supposed to meet some of my friends in the training room later on today. Want to come along and get to know them better?" She asks with a hint of a smile in her voice.

Blake smirks, pleased with your answer. "Good. Meet me in the training room after we finish here and I'll introduce you around," she says before returning her attention to Tukson, who seems eager to assist another customer now that the commotion has died down. You watch her as she chats amiably with the shopkeeper for a moment longer before excusing herself and heading towards the entrance of the bookstore. The warmth in her smile as she glances back at you is reassuring, making it clear that she's genuinely glad you'll be joining her.

Blake and you arrive at the training room together. The air is thick with sweat as students of all levels train with their partners, practicing various techniques against one another. In a corner of the room, you spot Yang Xiao Long sparring with a petite girl wearing blue clothes and a white jacket. The two seem evenly matched, exchanging powerful blows as they circle around each other.

Blake watches them for a moment before turning her attention back to you. "There's my friend Yang," she says with a chuckle, "I don't know if she'll be happy about me introducing someone else while she's in the middle of a spar... but I guess we can watch and see for now."

"So who do you want to meet first?" Blake asks, leading you over towards a group of students gathered around one of the training dummies. They all look back

You watch Yang Xiao Long intently as she continues to spar with the blue-clad girl. Her quick movements and powerful attacks seem effortless, making it difficult for her partner to land any significant blows against her. After a few more minutes of intense combat, however, Yang manages to catch the other girl off guard and sends her tumbling to the ground with a sweeping leg kick. The sparring match comes to an end as they both pause for breath.

Yang glances over at you and Blake before cracking a cocky grin. "What, did you come here to watch me show everyone up?" she teases, walking over to join the group with her partner in tow. The blue-clad girl smirks sheepishly as Yang shoots her a sideways glance.

"You two know each other?" Blake asks, gesturing between you and Yang. "Oh, right, I

"Well yeah," Yang says, rolling her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I would have remembered if we hadn't." She turns to you with a crooked smile. "So who's this new meat? A freshman?"

You exchange a quick glance with Blake before responding. "Actually, we just met today," you say. "She offered to show me around. I'm Podge, by the way." You extend your hand in greeting.

Yang crosses her arms and shrugs nonchalantly. "Huh. Well, nice to meet ya, I guess," she says with a smirk. "I'm Yang, but you can call me Faux." She glances at Blake before quickly adding, "Not because I have anything against it or whatever. I just thought it would be, y'know... cool."

The other students in the group chuckle softly at her joke. Despite her cocky demeanor, you can tell that Yang is genuinely friendly beneath all that bravado. She shoots a sideways glance at Blake before asking pointedly, "So who's next on your little tour, huh?"

"Actually," says Weiss, stepping forward from across the room, her voice stern but slightly amused, "if you're finished wasting time with introductions--" she gestures towards

"A Schnee?" Weiss repeated, looking surprised by your statement before her expression suddenly shifted to one of cool indifference. "Hmm... I see." She paused for a moment, seemingly considering her words carefully before continuing, "Well then, you must be special if Blake deems you worthwhile. What's your name?"

"I'm podge," you reply curtly, not bothering to add any further information. Weiss cocks an eyebrow at this but doesn't seem put off by your reticence. Instead, she gives you a small nod of acknowledgement before glancing back at Blake with an almost expectant look on her face. "What else were you planning to show me?" she asks politely, though there's still a hint of steel in her voice that suggests she won't be easily intimidated by anyone - not even someone who claims to be a

Yang smirks cockily at you before replying, "Oh, I'd love to give it a shot." She brushes her bangs out of her face and approaches you, circling around slowly as she sizes you up. "But first, let me ask you something." With her hands resting on her hips, she meets your gaze intently. "What do you know about Grimm?"

The others in the training room seem to take an interest in this exchange, falling silent as they watch the two of you engage in your conversation.

"So..." Yang says thoughtfully, considering your reply. "That's all well and good, but you should know that Grimm come in all shapes and sizes, with different abilities and strengths." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "For instance, do you know about the Inari?"

You nod, guessing she wants you to answer her question rather than asking your own. "They're fast, agile Grimm that use their speed to evade attacks and close in quickly for devastating counter-strikes. They have a unique prehensile tail that they can use like another limb."

Yang seems satisfied with your answer as she backs away slightly, resuming her earlier stance. "Not bad," she says with a grin. "Let's see how you do in practice, then." With a loud shout, she lunges towards you, her fists and feet moving so

Yang dodges your elbow with ease, her movements fast and fluid as she spins out of range. "Not bad," she says through gritted teeth, "but you still need work on your timing." As if to illustrate this point, Yang lunges forward once more, using her speed and agility to try and catch you off guard with a series of quick strikes aimed at your midsection and arms.

The other students in the room have now formed a loose circle around you two as you begin your sparring match. They cheer and jeer in equal measure as they watch, eagerly awaiting any openings or mistakes that might be made by either combatant.

The other students in the room laugh at your question, but Yang simply narrows her eyes and shrugs. "It's up to you," she says before lunging forward again with renewed vigor. This time, however, there's something different about her movements - a hint of power behind each strike that was not there before. It seems that she has chosen to go all-out against you.

You must be quick on your feet if you want to keep up with her!

"Hmph," Yang grunts as you match her speed with your own. She looks unimpressed for a moment, but then something shifts in her eyes; a spark of determination ignites within them and she accelerates even further. Her strikes become faster and more powerful, her breath hot against your cheek as their blurry forms flash past you again and again.

You must find a way to slow her down or outmaneuver her, otherwise you're going to be left defending against her onslaught all day!

The training room erupts in cheers as you manage to land a solid hit on Yang, taking her by surprise with your well-timed use of the Semblance. She stumbles backward from the force of your kick, grimacing in pain. "Nice one!" Weiss calls out, clapping her hands together appreciatively.

But it seems that Yang isn't going down without a fight. The smirk returns to her face as she shakes off the impact and charges toward you again with renewed fury. This time, however, she doesn't bother trying to land punches or kicks; instead, she focuses all of her energy on one powerful leap directly into your chest.

You have but a moment to react as Yang's momentum carries both of you across the training room floor in a tangle of limbs. The impact knocks the wind out of you for several seconds,

Yang coughs and wheezes as she's sent tumbling across the room, several feet away from you. The other students watch in stunned silence, impressed by your display of strength despite being caught off guard yourself just moments ago. Yang struggles to catch her breath while trying unsuccessfully to disguise a wince of pain with a snarl of frustration.

Now that you've gained the upper hand, what will be your next move?

Yang blinks in surprise as you gain some distance between the two of you with your handspring. She glances around, catching her breath while simultaneously trying to decide on her next move. Several students begin to whisper amongst themselves about the possible outcome of this match.

It's clear that Yang is not going down without a fight, but it seems like she's struggling to come up with an effective counter against your unpredictable movements and sudden bursts of speed and strength. The tension in the air grows thick as both combatants size each other up once more...

Yang narrows her eyes in understanding, realizing that you must have seen through her tactic. She pauses for a moment, considering this new information before deciding to abandon her previous approach. With lightning-fast reflexes, she lunges forward once more with renewed vigor. This time, however, her strikes are erratic and unpredictable; aiming high one moment only to plunge low the next as if she's trying to confuse you.

The other students in the room hold their breath as they watch the two combatants engage in this fierce battle of skill and strategy. Each move is met with a counter, neither combatant able to gain an advantage for more than a few heartbeats at a time. The air crackles with tension as both warriors fight with every ounce of their strength, determined not to let the other claim victory today.

"Fast and unpredictable..." Yang mutters under her breath as she continues to dodge your seemingly random teleports around the room. Her expression hardens, her lips pressing into a thin line of concentration. With a shout that echoes throughout the training room, she lunges forward once more - this time not aiming for you directly but instead moving towards your position at irregular angles and speeds.

The other students begin to cheer as they realize what she's trying to do: Force you out of your current strategy by making it impossible for you to predict her movements. It's a risky gamble, but one that could pay off if successful. The tension in the air thickens, almost tangible as everyone waits with bated breath to see if Yang's plan will work or if you'll be able to outmaneuver her once more.

Yang feels her shoulder wrench as you push against her just before she hits you, but the move doesn't slow her down at all. Instead, it only serves to add more power behind her attack and sends both of you flying across the room with unimaginable force. The students scattered around the training room scatter out of the way or dive for cover as they realize what's happening; everyone except Blake, who stands frozen in shock at the sight of your unexpected display of power.

As Yang and you collide into opposite walls with enough force to leave both of you momentarily stunned, all eyes are on the two combatants: one standing tall despite their injuries, the other struggling to regain her footing amidst cheers from those who recognized the strength it took not to simply fold under such an impact. The air is thick with tension as everyone waits with bated breath for what comes next...

"No way," Yang groans, struggling to her feet. "Not... not like this..." She glances over at Blake with a defiant expression before looking back at you. "We'll have to continue this another time, then."

The other students in the room begin to disperse, filing out of the training room and heading back to their usual activities. Some linger for a moment, exchanging words of encouragement or offering up advice on how to improve for next time. Blake, however, remains where she is, her expression unreadable as she watches the two of you recover from your exhausting battle.

"So," Yang says between gasps, wiping sweat from her brow, "you've got some skills there, newbie." Her words are laced with reluctant respect. "But I'm still not done teaching you a lesson or two... about how things work

"Hmph," Yang snorts, eying your offered hand with suspicion before eventually shaking it firmly. "Fine, fine... you're alright, Podge. But don't think this means we're best buds or anything." Her expression softens slightly as she looks at Blake and smiles weakly. "Come on, B; let's head back to our dorm room and get some rest before lunch."

As the two of them walk off together, laughing about something you missed, it occurs to you that perhaps your day hasn't been so bad after all. You may have lost this particular sparring match against Yang, but you gained a friend in Blake... and maybe even an unlikely ally in the formidable fighter herself. The future looks uncertain, but for now, at least it doesn't seem quite so bleak.

You whirl around at the sound of the voice and see Weiss standing a few feet away with her arms folded over her chest, an amused smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Not feeling too well there, Podge?" she asks. "Or perhaps you just need someone to carry you back to your dorm?"

With that, she steps forward and extends a hand toward you, the movement seemingly effortless despite the air of superiority about her. You're not sure whether it's a genuine offer of help or a taunt in disguise...

As Weiss catches you in her arms, she smirks slightly before immediately pretending to be caught off guard by your added weight. "Ugh!" she exclaims dramatically, stumbling back a step as if you were far heavier than you actually are. "Pidgeyweights," she mutters under her breath before glancing up at you with an amused expression.

"There, there," she says, sounding almost motherly despite herself. "Let Auntie Weiss give you a hand." With that, she wraps one arm around your shoulders and the other under your knees, effortlessly scooping you into a fireman's carry as if you weighed nothing at all.

"You know," she says conversationally as she begins to walk down the hallway toward the dormitories, "I've been meaning to ask... what made you decide to come here of all places?"

"Oh?" Weiss replies nonchalantly as she continues walking toward your dorm room. "I take it you never got the chance to meet him, then." She pauses for a moment before adding with sudden seriousness, "Well... I'm sure he would be proud of you, Podge. If anyone here has what it takes to follow in our footsteps and carry on the legacy of Beacon Academy, it's you."

As they reach your dorm room door, Weiss carefully lowers you down so that you're standing on your own two feet again. "Well," she says, tilting her head slightly as if considering something, "I suppose I better let Blake handle the rest of your tour on her own. Just remember what I said earlier about..." Her voice trails off and she shrugs, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

With that, she turns away and disapp

With a yawn, you collapse onto your bed as your roommate begins to tend to your injuries. Weiss's words echo in your mind as he gently wipes the sweat and blood from your brow. You aren't sure what she meant by "remember what I said earlier about..." but her tone made it sound like there was more to it than just idle advice. As you drift off to sleep, dreams of Grimm and battle fill your mind, leaving you feeling both exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.

"Hey, Podge," Blake says with a warm smile as she enters your room. "I heard you needed some help adjusting to life here at Beacon Academy. I thought maybe I could show you around and introduce you to a few people." She pauses, glancing at your bed before continuing, "You up for that?"

Your roommate gives you an encouraging nudge with their foot. As tired as you are, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within you at the prospect of spending more time with Blake.

"Oh, she'll be fine," Blake says with a smile, as if reading your mind about Yang's injuries. "She's tougher than she lets on. But enough about her; let's go explore." With that, she leads you out of your room and down the hallway toward the training rooms and other facilities within the school.

As you walk together, Blake fills you in on various details about life at Beacon Academy: classes, extra-curricular activities, extracurricular clubs... Even though you've only known her for a short while, there's something about her that makes it easy to talk to her and feel comfortable around her. Perhaps it's because she doesn't seem to have the same air of superiority as some of the other students or maybe because she genuinely wants to help you adjust to your new life here. Whatever the reason, you find yourself looking forward to getting

Blake notices your sudden dizziness and quickly steps forward to support you as you lean against the wall. "Hey," she says with concern, "are you feeling alright? Maybe we should head back to your room and let you rest a bit longer."

You close your eyes, trying to gather your strength and clear your head. The last thing you want is for Blake to think you're some kind of weakling who can't handle the rigors of life at Beacon Academy. But as much as you want to push through, it seems like your body might have other ideas...

Blake frowns in concern, "Are you sure that's wise? You shouldn't try to move with a concussion." Her voice carries an air of authority as she explains the potential dangers of not taking care of yourself after suffering a head injury.

However, just as she finishes her sentence, there is a sudden flash of light and the sound of something zipping through the air. Without thinking, you instinctively lash out with your left hand, batting aside whatever it was that had been thrown at you. The unconscious movement seems to catch Blake off guard for a moment before she shakes her head and grins sheepishly.

"That was quick reflexes," she says, impressed despite herself. "But still... you should probably rest up before trying anything like that again." She offers you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about the tour; I can show you everything

Blake's smile widens as she watches you, her expression softening further. She glances at the object you batted away, noticing it to be a practice dagger that students often use for training purposes, and nods thoughtfully. As you black out from exhaustion and your concussion, she gently guides you back against the wall before retrieving the practice dagger and slipping it into her own belt.

"You'll be fine, Podge," she whispers reassuringly, even as worry tugs at the corners of her eyes. "Just take it easy for now... and maybe we can finish that tour some other time." With a last look at your peaceful face, she turns and walks you slowly to the nurse

As Blake leads you to the nurse's office, she can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, she's relieved that you seem to be trusting her more and more with each passing moment; on the other, there's a nagging worry in the back of her mind about what everyone else might think if they saw them together like this. She knows that some people might see it as odd or even suspicious that she's spending so much time with you, but Blake chooses to ignore those whispers for now.

When they finally reach the nurse's office, Blake gently pushes your wheelchair inside and introduces you to the attendant before explaining what happened during your sparring match with Yang. The nurse nods understandingly and begins examining your injuries while asking if there's anything else Blake should know about your condition.

As she

As she listens to the nurse's questions and the soft rustling of papers, Blake can't help but steal glances at your face. There's something about you that she finds fascinating; your strength, your determination...and the fact that you trust her enough to be here with you now. She wonders what kind of life you had before coming to Beacon Academy and whether there might be more to your story than meets the eye.

A few minutes later, the nurse finishes examining you and hands Blake a clipboard with a list of instructions for your recovery. "He'll need plenty of rest," she says with a knowing smile, "and it's probably best if he avoids any strenuous activity for at least the next few days."

As they leave the nurse's office and begin walking back to your dormitory, Blake feels a sudden rush of affection for

Blake feels a sudden rush of affection for you. The fact that she was the one who found you unconscious and brought you here, comforting you as if you were a friend... it means more to her than she expected. She can't help but wonder what their future holds together, and whether or not the bond they seem to be forming will last beyond these early days at Beacon Academy.

She glances sideways at your face as you walk beside her, marveling at how even with dried blood and sweat caked on your skin, there's an undeniable beauty to your features. Maybe... maybe this is something worth exploring further. With a faint blush coloring her cheeks, she takes a deeper breath, steeling herself for whatever might lie ahead between them.

As you spar with Yang once more, Blake watches from the sidelines with a mix of pride and anxiety. She's seen how much your skills have improved since those first days after your injury, thanks in no small part to her guidance and encouragement. And while she knows that you can take care of yourself now, there's still a tiny voice in the back of her mind that worries about what might happen if something were to go wrong again...if you were to get hurt because you were trying too hard to impress her or someone else.

But as she watches you move effortlessly through the air, dodging and weaving past Yang's attacks, it becomes clear that such fears are unwarranted; you're no longer the same boy who stumbled into Beacon Academy all those months ago. You've grown stronger, both physically and emotionally, thanks in part to your friendship with Blake...and

As you unleash your energy blast, pushing Yang across the room with enough force to make her stumble, Blake's eyes widen in surprise and admiration. She hadn't realized that your aura had recovered so much since those first days after your injury; clearly, your training sessions with her had paid off handsomely.

She watches as you both exchange blows, each landing strikes that would send lesser fighters reeling, but neither seeming to gain the upper hand over the other. It's a testament not only to your strength and skill, but also to Yang's resilience and determination; she may have lost their first sparring match together, but it seems clear that she hasn't given up hope of eventually beating you again.

And as Blake watches the two of you fighting so fiercely yet fairly, her heart swells with a strange mixture of pride and

Yang gives you an amused look as she catches her breath. "And what would that be, Podge?" she asks, stepping back into a ready stance. Her guantlets glow brightly, seemingly anticipating your next move.

You take a deep breath, focusing your energy once more before unleashing another attack directed at Yang's guantlets. The impact is powerful enough to make her stumble back several steps, but not enough to send her flying across the room this time; it seems that your strategy has been countered and you'll have to find some other way to defeat her now.

As you both circle each other warily, Blake watches with bated breath, unsure of who will ultimately come out on top in this next exchange. She can feel the tension between the two of you, a thrumming energy that seems almost alive and eager for release...

With each dodge and feint, Yang becomes more and more impressed with your quick reflexes and fighting style. She begins to wonder if there's some hidden trick or technique at work here, something that she hasn't encountered before in all her years of experience. Her movements become more cautious as she tries to anticipate your next attack while still remaining light on her feet.

Finally, you land a solid hit against her shoulder, causing her to stumble slightly. Taking advantage of the momentary opening, you lunge forward with a powerful side kick that connects squarely with Yang's guantlets. The impact sends her flying across the room, crashing into one of the training dummies with enough force to knock it over.

As Yang struggles to regain her footing amidst the debris from the fallen dummy, Blake can't help but feel a surge of pride well up within her

With a snort, Yang retorts as she crosses her arms over her chest, "So what? You think I'm just gonna stand here and let you beat me with that cheap trick?" Her own hands begin to glow in response, surrounding her guantlets with crimson energy.

The air crackles with tension as the two of you face off once more, each preparing for what is sure to be the final showdown.

"Ha!" Yang laughs derisively as her own power reaches its peak. "Is that a challenge you're throwing down?" With a triumphant grin, she lunges forward at you, aiming a powerful strike directly at your chest with her glowing guantlets extended.

Blake watches anxiously from the sidelines, her heart racing in time with the frenzied combat taking place before her. She wonders if Podge really has what it takes to defeat Yang...or if she's just been hoping against hope that he does. But as their powers collide in a cataclysmic explosion of energy, she realizes there is only one way to find out for sure...

As the powerful energy blast engulfs Yang, Blake watches in awe and relief as her form is briefly outlined in brilliant light before fading away entirely. The room is filled with an eerie silence for several moments before people start to cheer wildly, finally realizing that you've won.

Panting heavily from the exertion, you turn to Blake, your expression softening into a smile as you take in her disheveled appearance and reddened eyes. She returns your gaze with an equally tender look in hers, a hint of tears glimmering at the corners. Without another word, she runs forward and throws herself into your arms, wrapping you up in a fierce hug that takes your breath away.

Blake pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Oh... right," she says, her voice quivering with emotion. Then, with a smile that could light up the darkest night, she closes the distance between you once more and plants a soft kiss on your lips. The contact sends waves of warmth coursing through your body, making your heart race even faster than before.

As the cheers of your fellow students begin to die down, Blake continues to hold onto you tightly, her fingers intertwining with yours as if afraid that letting go might somehow undo everything they've been through together. And for now, neither of you seem to mind if time stands still for just a little while longer...

Yang groans as she slowly gets up from the ground, wincing in pain as she moves her aching limbs. Her crimson guantlets have been knocked loose and now dangle uselessly at her sides. Despite this, she manages a mocking smile as she looks at you and Blake, still entwined in each other's arms.

"Looks like I underestimated you," she says with a slight huff, not sounding too upset about it. "But don't think this means you've won anything, Podge. Weiss isn't going to let you get away with all of this just because you beat me in a fight." Her voice carries an ominous tone that causes both of you to glance nervously at each other before turning your attention back to her.

As the tension between the three of you begins to ratchet up again, it occurs to Bla

Blake's expression darkens at the mention of Weiss and Ruby's potential reactions to their fight against Yang. "I'm aware of that," she says grimly, trying not to sound too worried about it. "But we have no choice now; we'll just have to face them together." She squeezes your hand reassuringly before turning back to Yang, her voice firm yet conciliatory. "And maybe, once everything blows over, you and I could spar again sometime? Not as friends this time," she adds with a wink, "but as equals?"

The air between them crackles with tension for several long moments before Yang finally laughs humorlessly and shakes her head. "Fine, Blake," she says resignedly. "I accept your offer." Then, without another word, she turns and storms off, leaving you and Blake alone together once