Patterns [RWBY X DEMON SLAYER]

Grow some balls

"Class dismissed! Hurry off now!" called out the professor before they sped off down the halls, no more than a blur. Bell wondered if that kind of raw speed translated their moves in combat. He'd love to go up against someone who could go head-to-head with his swift attacks.

He began to walk off with the rest of the students, who unlike him had generous amounts of homework to complete. Him being the strong and smart student he was got private lessons with Ozpin. Which entailed things like "The maximum sentencing for assault with a deadly weapon." and "Why you shouldn't eat raw meats."

Yes, he truly was a smart cookie.

"Hey Bell wait up a second." someone called out.

The swordsman halted in his tracks, turning towards the voice, and there stood Jaune Arc, in all of his lanky glory.

Bell hadn't gotten to speak with the boy since the lunch after his comedic act he called a fight. Though he's been shown to somewhat excel in keeping his team together, though only time will tell if he belongs next to the great huntsmen of this age.

Bell said nothing, simply waiting for the boy to speak his mind. Though watching the guy get uncomfortable in his own skin was making him regret it.

Both of their teams had already walked off, leaving them alone in the classroom. Bell was unsure if the boy had told his team ahead of time about this little confrontation.

"So...the last time we talked at lunch—it got me thinking..." he hesitated, adverting his eyes from Bell, looking more like a nervous schoolgirl than a huntsman in training.

"Stop pussyfooting around and get on with it!" Bell tapped into his inner Qrow for this one, letting his blunt words shock Jaune into motion.

The tall boy flinched at his tone before dropping to the ground in a bow "Can you please teach me to be strong like you!?"

Bell was genuinely surprised, he hadn't expected the boy to ask him of all people for help. Though the only other person he could ask was the redhead. Pyrrha was it?

But Bell was sure she would be far too soft on the newbie, what he needed was a strong hand to guide him to the top. One not afraid to push him to his absolute limits.

Like his own master.

The memory was hastily shaken away. Bell looked down at his groveling peer with a serious expression.

It wouldn't hurt to expand his master's teachings to future generations. He would surely like the idea of more strong warriors using his paved path to greatness as a model for their own.

"Get up, warriors don't grovel at the feet of anyone! No matter how desperate their situation may be!" Bell barked as Jaune scrambled to his feet, somehow looking even more embarrassed than before.

"After some careful consideration I've decided to take you on as my disciple. Be proud, you are the second student to be accepted by a Beast Breathing Master!" the blonde's face lit up with joy.

"Thank you! I-" he was cut off.

"Wear that title as a badge of pride so you may be remembered for eons to come as a great warrior of your age! One who has looked the strongest in the eyes and not flinched! One who will not break under the strongest of blows!" Bell continued, much to Jaune's wavering amusement.

"Be reborn not as a lowly child-"

"Hey!" Jaune interjected.

"But as a beast that will ravage the heavens themselves with their overwhelming strength! Now come my disciple! We have much to do!" without warning the black haired teen raced off, leaving Jaune to hurriedly chase after him.