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Chương 174: The Lesson Begins

Professor Goodwitch came to stand before the two meter high door with eyes half lidded, she was tempted to knock but was quick to put that thought to the back of her mind. This was meant to be a classroom—or she was guessing this was the classroom based on Parc's guidance—so having the door unlocked to allow the students in should they opt to arrive a few minutes early was a necessity. It gave the students a chance to settle in and for them to possibly ask the teacher a few questions from the previous lesson or of anything they were curious about without interrupting the true flow of the lesson or risking forgetting it afterwards.

Reaching down for the handle, a large, solid iron hunk of neatly curled and twisted design, she pushed and opened the weighty thing with only a hint of effort on her part and entered into the building.

It appeared relatively hollow on the inside and immediately fell into more stone staircases on either side flat hunks of stone curled in a near semicircular fashion around. At the bottom of the stairs was the largest arena-like portion where a strange purple stone that gave Pyrrha a feeling like it was criminal in nature, that the stone was somehow connected to evil. The roof was raised quite high from the bottom arena portion of the room rising nearly a full ten, maybe twelve meters high and was beamed with stone trusses.

From a few of them hung several unusual banners that mimicked the appearance of creatures Pyrrha hadn't ever seen before. One such seemed to be human in appearance though festering and decrepit and almost looked like leather skinned from a rotting human carcass.

Along the walls of dark grey were several indentations and pedastles upon which were golden idols, bobbing up and down like they were floating in the air, 'some form of gravity dust?' Pyrrha guessed eyeing the relics a little closer. One was just a simple ovoid with a seemingly crown like structer on top of it. Another was something quite similar though had various tentacles descending from it and had a noticeable maw with jagged teeth presented across it. The third and forth were the most strikingly different, one was a curled worm with many eyes across its segmented body and the last was a literal floating golden brain.

Pyrrha felt like there was some meaning to them, like trophies gifted to someone for a feat or defeating some powerful creature. Some unknown grimm most likely.

Pyrrha's, Professor Goodwitch and the students attentions were all taken when they heard a sawing noise coming from the arena portion of the room where a man dressed in neat black pants, a white top and a faintly red vest was currently pushing and pulling a saw to cut off a lump of wood from a plank. The man was familiar, Parc Evans, he'd come to their class not to long ago and was introduced as their new teacher for the hour they were now to be participating in. Though his assistant was nowhere to be seen, or was that faunus girl in the back sleeping on a doggie bed his assistant?

She seemed a little young, Pyrrha reasond. Her eyes narrowed as she eyed up the girl, taking in her black and red sailour uniform, short black hair topped with two dog ears with tufts of white fur sticking out of them. Most disturbingly though, the girl had around her neck a thick, red, leather collar. Something which had become a taboo with faunus—especially the canid and felid species—due to the way it represented them as nothing but animals and pets.

Professor Goodwitch's eyes also narrowed at the appearance of the girl. Even the way she was sleeping on the doggie bed like an animal was disturbing. Hearing a slight angered hiss from her side, Pyrrha turned to see Blake's face simply seething as she stared hatefully at their new teacher. Understandable considering how Blake had shown herself to be particularly sensitive to topics around faunus and their rights. Quickly darting her gaze to Blake's bow, Pyrrha noted the odd twitch it gave, 'I wonder when she'll tell them?' she eyed the rest of team RWBY who were gawking a look around the room.

Pyrrha had long since figured out that Blake was secretly a faunus, her constant attraction to fish, the twitches of her bow and how she often lick her hand and stroke it across her hair like a cat grooming itself was all the real evidence she needed.

"Well, looks like you all made it here in one piece," professor Evans spoke from the workbench he'd been sawing over. His striking red eyes rolling over each and ever person who'd entered the room. Halting on a few of them, namely the members of team RWBY, Lili and Ferry, Glynda and even Pyrrha who locked her emeralds with his and felt an urge to gulp and reach for Miló—her javelin that could mechashift into a xiphos sword and a rifle—as he was setting off all of her battle instincts.

The new professor's lips tilted amusedly at noting the twitch coursing through him and proceeded to wander his eyes over her body, taking in the sight of her combat clothing that she and all the others were required to wear to the lesson. Pyrrha wore a hybrid between functional armour and general movable clothing. On her chest she word a bronze, leather corseted with a copper strip running down the centre before ending just above her waist forming a gap between her black A-line miniskirt which was covered by a ankle length sash wrapped around her waist coloured in a similar shade of bloody scarlet that tinted her hair. From waist down she had on copper thighhigh bronze greaves. Accessory wise she dressed a elaborate over bust corset , opera length gloves—on one hand of which was bracer she could connect the shield on her back to, and finally an elegant circlet.

As Parc smirked and a heated look to his eyes, Pyrrha clenched her fists tight, feeling all her fingers crack before loosening loosening and wriggling her fingers and wrist readying them for any hastened movements she needed to make. 'Why do I feel like I'm not being looked at like an opponent… is it something else he's looking at me for?'.

"Pyrrha? You okay?" Jaune spoke up and broke Pyrrha from her sharp eyed staring contest with the professor. Her head tilting to Jaune and back to the new professors only to see his gaze had already moved on from her.

Licking her parched lips and letting out a held breath Pyrrha softened her stance, "yes Jaune. I'm okay, just a little surprised is all. I feel like I had seen him somewhere before," a lie, she didn't want to give Jaune any more worries, he already had so much on his plate with training and the other lessons. Tossing on her own unfounded caution was likely to bring her leader to the brink of breaking down. She was not going to let that happen.

"Oh, really?" Jaune questioned but shrugged away anything else, gazing to where Weiss was and saw that the bleachers behind her and team RWBY were empty. A sparkle came to his eyes and he said, "lets sit over there."

Nora was quick to drag Ren over without giving him the single chance to resist, nor did he attempt to as resistance never worked. Not with Nora. Not ever with Nora.

Pyrrha had noticed the faint sparkle in her team leads eyes and felt a weak smile coil her lips upwards. 'I do hopes he gets over this phase soon.' She thought, ever since their first meeting back before the initiation Jaune had been infatuated with Weiss, calling her his 'snow angel' and took every chance he could to try and charm the girl into some romantic escapade with him.

Weiss of course had no interest, she either was not seeking for a partner—in the romantic sense—was taken elsewhere—Pyrrha doubted that—or simply didn't see Jaune as anything that suited her wants in a man. Considering the type of men she was used to back in Atlas, all those high class, wealthy individuals with bounds of knowledge and standing. Compared to Jaune who didn't know how to hold a sword, things just weren't meant to be. Not many saw the adorable charm Jaune had.

Following behind Jaune, to the bleachers behind team RWBY, she seated herself and took another quick look around the room, logging where each the teams were, and in which positions. Cardin and his crew were settled on the furthest right stone bleachers just above the unusual purple stone flooring. Then there was Ferry and Lili who had taken the spot directly opposite them, on the left side of the bleachers right at the front, closest to where the collared Faunus girl was calmly sleeping, making various almost puppy like whimpers as she twitched in dream every now and them.

The professor lifted from the ground his workbench and moved it off to the side besides the wall where the girl was sleeping and took his place centre stage after cracking each bone in his neck and fingers with such a noise that the entire room went silent. His gaze had wandered to Professor Goodwitch who'd taken up a seat specially put out for her against the wall on his right behind him where a sign labelled, 'Glynda's chair' was set with an arrow pointing to the extravagant rocking chair. Needless to say, professor Goodwitch was red in the face and had a violent blue vein bulging from her forehead.

Professor Evans chuckled seeing her, casted her a wink and turned back to the first-year students. "Well, I guess I'll get right to it don't you think?"


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Chương 175: Token

Gazing out across the throngs of potential victims, an ominous smile stole Parc's face for its own. "I won't bother with much of the red tape. If you have questions about me, and other things you can keep them till the end of the lesson. Today really is more of a… introductory, to what I'm going to be putting you all through." He said ignoring the various inquisitive stares of most the student bodies. As well as the spiteful daggers Blake was sending his way.

Digging his hand into his satchel, Parc heard some rough laughing of the male brats known as team CRDL, chuckling with eachother as they stared amusedly at Kurome on her favourite bed—bar the one Parc was sleeping on.

Parc's eyes narrowed at the four, already sensing they were to be a recurrent nuisance until he put them through their paces. He'd deal with that later, he'd give them one chance, they do something stupid. Well, don't blame Parc for putting them on the hardest path through his lessons.

Pulling his hand free from the satchel, he held clutched within it five, thin, rectangular tokens. One crafted from copper, the second a dark lead, the third a bright silver comparable to Ruby and Summer's eyes, fourthly pure, platinum blue platinum. And lastly, a strange black ore with dark, evil red that set off Pyrrha's caution alarms like the purple stone beneath his feet.

"In my hand, I hold five tokens, Copper, Lead, Silver, Platinum, and Crimtane. All of which are made from the purest form of the namesake metal. Meaning this forty-five-gram token is worth, say, one, to two thousand lien." He held up the platinum token.

Silence echoed like a maelstrom through the room as eyes bolted open, one of which—a silver set—was sending more curious eyes to the last red and black token, thinking it looked really pretty and was wondering if she could use it for some of Crescent Roses adornments and maybe experiment with it a bit in another weapon.

'Maybe if I ask Mr. Evans he'll let me borrow an ingot… or seven?' she thought.

"Yeah, that's a lot of money, ain't it?" Parc chuckled, his feet bringing him in a slight pace across the arena while he also began to juggle the tokens, sending them slowly spinning head over heels through the air. The more money hungry students like the CRDL's and Yang, staring wantingly at the platinum blue token dancing through the sky.

In her seat, Glynda was staring narrowed at him, what was the point in saying that if not as an incentive to the students. Giving them erroneous monetary incentive.

"Well, lucky for all of you," Parc swept his hand across the air catching all five tokens in swift succession before presenting the platinum one to them, "you're all going to get the chance of earning some of these."

Excitement shot out as a raucous of rambles filled the air.

"Ohhh, I need me some of those. Mama's been wanting some new threads and bumblebee could do with some amping up baby!" A hungering look took to Yang's expression as she practically grew lien signs as pupils.

"You sound like some poor inbred. Calm down," Weiss huffed not far from her.

"Yeah yeah, what ever you say missus has-it-all-and-more." Yang waved Weiss' comment away to lick her lips while Blake rolled her eyes and Ruby focused still on the interesting red and black token pondering its structural integrity and whether it held an edge like some good carbon steel.

Parc rolled his hand, flicking away four of the tokens until only the copper one was left. "Of course, as I said, you need to earn them. How and why you would want some cheap tokens?" he chuckled seeing a few falters from calling platinum—the most expensive metal on Remnant—cheap. "Well, as I said, that token's only about forty-five grams. And I've got ingots up to a full kilo. So you can just imagine how much one of those is worth."

Even to Glynda the total amount would be boggling. It would certainly be more than she would earn if she worked at Beacon for the next ten years. It was a tempting offer, one she may have just taken when she was that poor little student all those years ago.

"In short, these tokens are money. Only really exchangeable on the open market for the worth of its materials and with me. Get enough of one kind, I can bump it up to the next tier," he flicked the copper token around flipping it onto the lead one. "Or, I can exchange it for something else. A weapon, armour, full on ingots. Hell, I'll even grant you magic if you so want," most eyes bolted before softening to laughter, but Glynda's they turned grave. She wasn't sure if he was lying or not. She certainly hoped he was, else he'd become more than just a simple threat because of what he knew.

Parc's eyes wandered onto Ruby who was holding her hands close to her face in fists literally sending off sparkles of excitement at getting a her hands wrapped around a new weapon. 'Oh, Ruby is going to be so fun.' He could just imagine the interesting reactions he was going to get from her when he let her play with his weapon…s.

"Really!?" Ruby screeched, "do you have swords!? Are they guns!? Can they blow up an entire person in one hit!?"

Parc was left a bit taken aback by Ruby's sudden outburst. Even her team and them JNPR behind them recoiled just a bit from the noise.

"Yes. Not yet. I've got a few sticks of dynamite and grenades that'll blow someone to smithereens, and if you want to ask anything else, wait until the end of class Ms. Rose. If you do so, I'll give you some high explosives to play with, okay?" testing the waters a bit, he made a ludicrous offer.

Though the reaction he got was a little more than he'd expected as from out of nowhere a roll of grey duct tape appeared in her hands followed by loud tearing noises as she wrapped it around her mouth. Thoroughly silencing her in a manner that was really going to hurt getting it off. Still sparkling, though even more now.

'Where the hell did that come from?' Parc thought, ending up casting a look to his hip where a literal pocket dimension was hanging filled with hundreds of different objects. 'I am not one to talk about magically appearing items.'

Glynda, for all her worth as a teacher was tempted to say no, he wasn't giving a student some form of explosive. But was quick to silence herself reasoning she could do so at the end of the class and not interrupt him while in the set-up portion of the lesson.

"Thank you? The tape wasn't really necessary, have fun getting that off later." Ruby blinked at that, realising she might have really screwed up, ending up with her casting a 'help me' look her sisters way.

"Anyways!" he blurted getting attention back onto himself, "the way your going to earn these tokens is by making me happy. Be good little students, and I'll toss a few coppers your way, be an annoying brat," he looked team CRDL's way, "you'll earn jack all and I'll even make your life in my lessons a living hell."

"So, five tokens, five tiers, from copper to crimtane. All worth different amounts, for different things. I won't say how you'll be earning the different types of tokens, I'll leave that up to you all to figure out. Just note, you won't be getting anything higher than lead by being goody two shoes and kiss asses."

Yang nudged Weiss uttering, "aww, and here I thought you'd make the perfect platinum farm."

"I am not a tool Yang. Nor do I care about the trivial tokens. They're just a pointless means of incentivization." Weiss snorted with crossed arms.

"Say's she-who-has-it-all."

"Those you'll have to work for. And work, you shall do." Parc's head shot Lili and Ferry's way, locking with them and hand rising to point at them. "Lili, Ferry, you're up first." Both girls nodded, seemingly already prepped to be called up. Which made sense considering Parc had talked with them a bit after Summer's request and told them he wanted to use them as a bit of a show for what to do during his lessons to get the really high marks.

"Yes sir." Lili pushed off the bench she'd been kicking her legs over and with Ferry made their way to the arena. Lili pulling her dagger from her thigh and Ferry her snapthorn whip from around her waist, holding it rolled up, ears twitching due to being put on display before the twenty other students.

Parc nodded to them, getting one in return, then looked to the opposite end of the room. Pointing to CRDL's leader. "Team CRDL. Up on the right."


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