The White Death - A RWBY Fanfiction

Grimm Study

POV - Flynt

“This is so weird,” I whispered.

“What,” Ilia asked.

“Huh,” I asked.

“You said this is weird, why,” she asked.

“Well let's take a look at our team. We have Whitley Schnee, youngest child, the luckiest kid on Remnant, who survived two years in the unforgiving Solitas mountain ranges. You're a… well… y'know, who is getting along surprisingly well with Whitley, who comes from a family notorious for oppressing your people. Neon, a rave loving tabby cat faunus who loves nothing more than a good time, who is getting along with Whitley and giving some weird looks to boot. Then me, a Jazz loving son of a man whose store was shut down by Jacques Schnee because he was considered competition somehow,” I answered.

“Well we’ve got it better than his sister,” Ilia said.

“What,” I asked.

“Well I may or may not have a more selfish reason for volunteering for this… operation,” Ilia answered.

“Being,” I asked.

“I’ll explain later,” Ilia answered.

“Alright,” I said.

We rounded the last corner leading us to the hall that led to Professor Zeus’s class.

“He gets a hallway,” Whitley said.

“Apparently,” I said.

We walked into Professor Zeus’s class and took our seats.

“Hello students my name is Zeus Olympus, you will refer to me as Professor Zeus, I will be teaching you everything you need to know about basic Grimm,” Professor Zeus said.

“Wait, why is his last name Olympus but we’re supposed to call him Professor Zeus,” Ilia asked me.

“To put it simply I don’t wish to be referred to as Professor Olympus,” Professor Zeus answered.

“Why not,” Ilia asked.

“Because there would be three Professor Olympus’s in the Academy, well four,” Professor Zeus said.

“That makes sense,” Ilia said.

“Now, next question, that isn’t about my name,” Professor Zeus said.

“Why did you decide you wanted to teach the next generation of huntsmen,” a kid in the back asked.

“Well my wife and the rest of my team decided that they wanted to help you youngins, so I followed,” Professor Zeus answered.

“Who’s your wife,” Neon asked.

“Hera,” Professor Zeus answered.

“We just had her, she’s nice, mean, but still nice,” Whitley said.

“Sounds like Hera alright,” Professor Zeus said.

“Why Grimm,” the oddball Penny asked.

“Because I think the only way any of us are going to be the best huntsman we can be is if we understand the strengths and weaknesses of our enemies,” Professor Zeus answered.

“That seems a bit extreme sir,” Whitley said.

Ilia raised an eyebrow at that.

“Much like fighting a person, if you even have a fundamental understanding of how to use the weapon they are fighting with then you have already won the match,” Professor Zeus said.