To mend what is broken (RWBY x father reader)

12-Lesson three

Noir's p.o.v.

Weiss: Your dad's a mad man.

The white crayon of RWBY states as everyone in my class make our way to the court yard again.

Noir: I'd find that insulting if it weren't obviously true. Just don't say it to his face. That'll only encourage him.

We make it outside and see dad with a few duffle bags at his side and some chairs. This oughta be good.

(Y/n): You know the drill. Toss your shit, shut up, and pay attention to my words of educational wisdom.

We dispose of our personal weapons and just wait for him to start teaching us whatever the hell he wants.

(Y/n): Same concept as the last two lessons. For whatever reason, you don't have your weapon on you. Or any weapon for that matter. So what do you do? Unless you're in the middle of nowhere and/or lack the simplest concept of imagination; you use whatever the hell you can get your hands on!

He reaches into one of the duffle bags and pulls out a hard back book of 'Violet's Garden' while grabbing a chair.

(Y/n): From books to chairs, pepper shakers to DVDs, paper clips to cotton swabs, et cetera to et cetera! Sky's the limit when you don't give a shit in a fight!

To no one's surprise, Weiss raises her hand.

(Y/n): "sigh" God dammit. What?

Weiss: This seems kind of ludicrous. Nevermind the fact that not having your weapon at hand would be extremely unprofessional, but-

(Y/n): Weiss, people like you are the reason I take drugs with my beer for breakfast. And if that's the mindset you're sticking with for the rest of your life, you're gonna be very disappointed and very dead quick in the real world. Now I don't know nor care what they teach you in the frozen butt fuck tundra we call Atlas, but down here in the rest of the world, it's do or die once you somehow graduate as a Huntress. So if you don't want to die, ya gotta be creative on what to do in a battle situation where you are most likely gonna get killed. And if that means bludgeoning someone with a used toilet brush, then so be it. Which reminds me.

He soon reaches into the duffle bag again and pulls out a toilet brush, tossing it at Weiss. As she catches it, she quickly lets go of it in discuss. We all just laugh at the display as dad starts grabbing stuff from the duffle bag.

(Y/n): Form a line, kiddies!

After a minute of being handed a random asortment of utensils, we are given partners to spar with. Right now, I have a wooden chair as I face against Coco with a 30lb dumbbell.

(Y/n): Aaaaaannnd, FIGHT!

She lifts up the dumbbell like a boxing glove with ease. Given the fact she carries a gatling gun like a purse, a 30 pound dumbbell is basically nothing to her. That's kinda scary, actually... I swing the chair up and prepare to fight.

Coco: Hey.

As we circle each other, she desides to start a conversation with me.

Coco: You're the guy that helped Velvet with that Cardin problem, right?

She charges at me, swinging the dumbbell down towards my head. I dodge to the side as the weight crashes into the ground. Dirt and grass flying up as it lands.

Noir: Technically, all I did was mutilate someone with sporks during the time.

I thrust the chair at Coco and ensnare her with the legs. Instead of getting knocked over, she just twists her body around and tosses me to the side.