𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 (English)

Chapter 66

Jaune was younger.

It was hard not to notice it since he would put himself around thirteen or fourteen, right at that age when he'd had his growth spurt and shot up to nearly six feet, the last few inches coming later. It had been a gangly and awkward time when he'd flared out in terrible acne, embarrassed himself in front of girls, and generally made a fool of himself at every opportunity.

Something that Ren had casually told him he had gone through as well, and which Jaune now suspected every man had. Still, this was different enough from his childhood since the school he was in wasn't the one back in Ansel. For one, it was bigger, but the main telling factor was how all the students were armed, himself included. Ansel high school had taught maths, science, language and the usual stuff, with only twice-weekly PE sessions for more physical activities. Those certainly hadn't involved swinging at one another with swords.

Or punching someone out on a raised platform like Yang was doing to some unfortunate kid.

It was about as one-sided as her spars in Beacon, except when Pyrrha was involved, and Yang quickly dismantled her opponent with a flurry of blows, before sending them to the matt. A teacher Jaune didn't recognise called the victory and she came skipping down, then rushed over his way.

"You see that!? I kicked ass!"

Fourteen-year-old Yang wasn't so dissimilar to the seventeen-year-old version, except slightly less developed and with shorter hair. Not short hair, like the twin tails he'd seen her in as a child, but hair between that and her future one, tied up into a ponytail. Jaune found it absurdly cute, but mostly in the sense this was a smaller version of his friend. His girlfriend, even, but that felt very wrong to say when she was currently a child.

"You sure did." Jaune held up a fist, which she bumped. "He didn't stand a chance."

Yang grinned, flexing a muscle and showing off to a few nearby people. This must have been Signal, then, and the dream must be Yang's. It looked like Doctor Oobleck's theory had been correct. Ren would be pleased he'd suggested Yang as a possible dream as well. Jaune was just happy to realise they were getting closer to some degree of active control, even if it was just being able to predict who he would end up visiting in the night.

"Will Ruby Rose come up to fight next," called the teacher.

Ruby was two years younger than Yang but not all that much shorter than she was at Beacon. She must have reached her maximum height early and just not grown any later. Her hair was also about the same as it always had been, but then it wasn't like you could get much shorter. Her face was a little pudgier, a little cuter, with a bit more baby fat than he was used to seeing.

The most obvious thing was the nerves. Ruby smiled to some kids her age that must have been her friends and waved awkwardly to Jaune and Yang in the crowd, but she obviously had a long way to go to reach what she would be in Beacon. That was normal, though. He'd been less confident at her age as well.

So far, this doesn't seem like a nightmare, thought Jaune. Please don't let this turn into one of those naked nightmares. Not when Ruby is currently eleven and Yang is thirteen!

Luckily, Ruby's clothing stayed on. Yang's too.

A boy Ruby's age with a few extra inches on her stepped up and the spar began, with Ruby attacking with her Semblance and scythe. Her combat style hadn't changed much, it seemed, though she was less confident with her swings and a little less brutal. That might have been due to everyone's aura control being weaker in Signal, and there being more rules to prevent injuries. It wasn't a bad fight, though.

"That's my sis!" Yang whispered to him, and to everyone who would listen. "That's my sis! Look at her go!"

"I know it's your sister, Yang."