RWBY Blake Belladonna x Male Branwen reader

Chapter 12

Y/N P.O.V.

I slowly open my eyes, seeing that it was still dark out. I took out my scroll, seeing the time being 5 AM. Getting out of my sleeping bag I head for the bathroom where I brush my teeth before getting dressed in my training gear. Heading over to Blake's bed, I gently shake her, trying to wake her up. She rolls over to face me, groaning slightly before opening her eyes slightly.

"Wake up, Blake. You said you wanted to train with me today, remember?" I smile.

"Mmhmm. I'll get up in five minutes," She mutters tiredly. I shake my head slightly.

"No, if I give you five minutes it will be even harder to get out of bed. You need to get up now."

She groans, pulling herself up out of bed. She stumbles towards the bathroom, eyes half closed.

"You need to bring your weapon. You'll also want to dress warmly, it's around fifty degrees."

She nods before closing the door.

Blake P.O.V.

I splash water in my face, trying to wake myself up. After that I brush my teeth thoroughly, trying to get the horrible taste out of my mouth. Leaving the bathroom, I head to the dresser to grab a pair of leggings, a t-shirt, and a light sweater and head back to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, I head outside the dorm and meet Y/N. We both head down to the grounds in silence.

"So, wanna tell me why you're still wearing that bow?"

I tense up slightly at the mention of my bow. I can't help but be nervous, what if he finds out what I am, my entire future will be at stake. Think, what should I say?

"Ehh... Never mind. It's none of my business. I'm sure you'll tell the team eventually." I try to keep the relief off of my face. 

"So, here we are."

I stare at the courtyard we're in. It's so early that the sun hasn't even risen. Turning to Y/N I ask, "So, what's first?"

"Well first, we warm up. Let's start with a light jog across the courtyard, okay?"

Nodding, I take my position and begin the warm-up. After that, Y/N says to stretch. 

"Okay, now we'll start with sprinting. Six laps across the courtyard, to and back."

"Okay," I reply simply. We both line up at one end of the courtyard, prepared to start running.

"GO!!!" Y/N suddenly took off, leaving me behind. Quickly chasing after him, I try my hardest to keep up. But no matter how hard I try, I can't keep up with him. After six laps, I was hunched over, panting like a dog. 

"Good, now we'll jog four laps around the school."

"Okay.... Just.... Give me a second," I say between pants.

"Nope. There isn't a break for a while."

After catching my breath I ask him, " How do you manage this every day?"

Shrugging he says, "Well, I started training like this when I was ten. And my regimen has improved dramatically. I recently added breathing techniques, sensory training, and handstand push-ups to my regimen."

"Why sensory training?" I ask, tilting my head slightly.

"Because if I'm ever in a battle with someone, I need every advantage I can get. If I can determine when and how they're gonna attack based on the sound of their feet on the ground, or find a bounty target based on the cologne they use, or fight an opponent in the dark, or get whatever advantage I can find with my senses, I know I can beat my opponent. Not only that, but it could help me deal with illusions and other mind tricks."