With the Staff of Creation and the Sword of Destruction in safe hands, as well Dante and Vergil getting new physical bodies. Things are looking up for Falke and his friends. But just because the shadows can't be seen doesn't mean they aren't there.
Inside Shade Academy, Team NAFP walks through the halls to their first class of the day, Combat Training. Pyrrha had let her hair grow out to almost resembling her hair length at Beacon. Ace decided to change his attire, choosing a more dapper look than the lone ranger style before.
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Falke: "Another style change, Ace? Can't wait to see how long this one lasts."
Ace: "Ha, ha. Very funny, you got any other quips in you?"
Nero: "I know I do. I don't think I've ever seen a goblin wear a fedora."
Ace: "Really!?" The team laughs at the joke done at Ace's expense.
Entering the Combat training classroom, they take their seats overlooking the arena. The classroom is designed like a gladiator arena. The arena is a giant sandpit with multiple entrances designed like gates. It was designed to create a no-holds-bar environment that encourages the fighters to fight with everything they have as the other students make their way into the class and team RWBY and the team of Ren, Nora, Emerald, and Oscar(team RNEO).
Pyrrha: "You ever notice that their team is just an anagram for Nero."
Ace: "Shush. *Whispering* He can never know."
Ruby: "Hey, Falke." Team RWBY sitting next to Falke and his team.
Falke: "Hey, speedster. How's life treating you?"
Ruby: "Not too shabby. *Whispering* But don't tell anyone, but Blakes in heat at the current moment." Falke looks over to see Blake practically clinging herself to Nero.
Dante: "Alright!! Settle down and listen up!"
The class directs their attention to the center of the sandpit to see Dante and Vergil. Dante had his usual cheeky smile on his face, while Vergil seemed much more annoyed. This made sense as Vergil has a very short temper when dealing with children. Now he's having to deal with teenagers, just more annoying children, and he has to deal with Dante. Not a very good combination.
Dante: "So as ordered by Headmaster Theodore, we are to replace him as the school's Combat Class teachers. My name is Dante Sparda, and here is my brother Vergil Sparda. Don't mind his sour expression; he doesn't like all the attention."
???: "Great, some old guys are teaching us."
Vergil: "Who said that!?"
Graves: "I did. Everyone calls me Graves, and a lot of us think that your nothing more than a bunch of phonies."
Dante: "While it is true that you did favor your old teacher. If you wish to defend his honor or whatever, come on up." Graves grabs his weapon, a spear. Hopping down into the arena.
Vergil: "It seems he's ready for a challenge. Move out of the way Dante, I'll take it from here." Dante shrugs as he steps to the side. "If you wish to see why we were chosen, then come. Prove your worth." Summoning the copied version of Yamato, made from a piece of his soul.
