Rusted Professor

Bom dia Pessoal,

[-] I'm back from Thailand, I'll give more details about my brother's treatment at the end of the chapter.

[-] Postei uma oneshot isekai,Naruto: Isekai Saiyajin, there are people angry that I made the protagonist an Incel. Which isn't true, I made him an asshole, there's a difference... I think. More details at the end of the chapter.

[-]From now on I will put the comments before the chapter, as they have to do with the previous chapter, or influence me to write the current one.

COMMENTS:

[-]SentinalSlice(wattpad):

What does the RP # part of “RP # Pov” mean?

[-]Renan:

Not a big deal, it's the abbreviated name of the fic ‘Rusted Professor’.

[-]Gur40(qq):

According to word of CRWBY Jaune using his semblance is a minor permanent buff and the reason Ren Semblance evolved. So if prof was to Amp his students after each spar they'd both be fully healed but get stronger faster... and if he's going that to his past self daily with his insane growth rates [compare Jaune in minutes in the initiation vs Oscar needing a month in Haven]

[-]Renan:

I honestly didn't know that. Thanks for the comment, that's interesting.

RP # POV: Professor Ozpin

“Jaune.” I began speaking, my voice firm and low. “I saw on the arena security camera your 'training' with your younger self.”

Sighing tiredly, Jaune stared back at me without wavering before responding.

“It was necessary, Ozpin. At that time I had dreams of being a great hero, but I wasn’t training seriously.”

I took a sip from my ever-present mug of coffee, letting the silence stretch for a moment.

“Necessary, perhaps. But was it sensible?”

He leaned forward, hands clasped tightly together.

“Maybe not…” He replied, hesitating for a second, but clenched his fists and responded determinedly. “But now that he’s had a reality check, I know he’s on the right path.”

I sigh tiredly at professor Luna's explanation. Even though he was right, I couldn't agree with the way young Jaune was treated.

“Jaune…” I began, my voice firm but compassionate. “I understand your intention, but we can’t just beat our students with the excuse that it’s training.”

The time traveler sat back in his chair.

“I understand you Ozpin. I know I exaggerated, but from now on that won’t be necessary.”

“Do I have your word that this won’t happen again?”

“Arc’s word, it won’t happen again.” Jaune replied, giving me a sincere smile.

I leaned back in my chair, the tension in my shoulders easing a little. Jaune's promise with the Arc family name carried a weight that I couldn't ignore. The room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief with me, the air lighter now that the heavier part of our conversation was over.

“So, Professor Luna.” I started, taking another sip of my coffee. “What do you have planned for the students tomorrow?”

Jaune's lips curved into a smile that was equal parts amusement and predation. It was a look I had never seen in him before, one that spoke of challenges and trials.

“Inter-team training training.” He said, his voice a low rumble, like distant thunder.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued and a little confused.

“Very good.” I said, placing my empty cup on the table. “I look forward to seeing what you have in store for them.”

RP # POV: Weiss Schnee

“I need to calm down.” I repeated it out loud, trying to carry out the action. “I know it’s early, two hours before classes start, but I’ve already come here, there’s no reason not to talk to him.”

I raised my hand, knuckles ready to rap against the wood, but I hesitated.

“Come on, Weiss…” I whispered to myself, clenching my fists. “You faced Grimms. You can talk to a friendly teacher.”

I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin, and knocked firmly on the door. The sound echoed through the hallway, a declaration of my resolve. I waited anxiously, my breath catching in my throat, as the seconds ticked by.

From inside, I heard metal hitting a wooden surface. Then, footsteps approaching the door. My heart jumped into my throat when the doorknob turned and the door opened to reveal Professor Luna in casual clothes and a pink apron with a little white bunny printed on it.

“Weiss?” Questions the professor, surprised by my visit. “What do you need so early?”

The pink apron, tight around his muscular chest and ripped belly, was a stark contrast to the serious demeanor I expected from him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words stuck in my throat.

“I-I-I w-want to t-talk t-to th-.” I stuttered nervously.

But luckily for me, Professor Luna silenced me by raising a hand.

“You can stop there, I know why you’re nervous.” Said the teacher in a serious tone.

Surprised by his insight, I just stared at him in silence with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course the SDC heiress would be furious with someone like me referring to her by her first name, I promise it won't happen again Miss Schnee."

…

“No!” I exclaimed outraged.

“No?” The teacher asked, confused.

“I respect you a lot, sir, there’s no problem calling me by my first name.”

The relieved professor gave me a warm smile, capable of melting any nearby glacier in Atlas territory.

“To tell the truth, you can call me whatever you want.”

An uncomfortable silence ensues and my jaw drops as I realize the nonsense I just said. The professor in turn acts like a gentleman and completely ignores what I said.

“You’re here really early, would you like to have breakfast with me?”

I swallowed my nerves, trying to salvage what little dignity I had left.

“I would love it.” I replied, forcing a smile. The teacher walked away, gesturing for me to enter.

His quarters were surprisingly cozy, a stark contrast to the cold, impersonal offices/apartments of the other teachers. A small table by the window was set, a pot of coffee and a basket of freshly baked rolls. The aroma filled the room, warm and inviting.

“Please sit down.” He said, pulling out a chair for me.

I hesitated for a moment, but then sat down, my back rigid, hands folded in my lap. He poured me a cup of coffee, the steam rising in a delicate dance.

“I must admit, I didn’t expect to see you here.” He said, placing a plate with a stack of pancakes in front of me. “But I’m happy to welcome any of my students in need.”

I tried to dismiss the plate of pancakes politely, with an awkward smile on my face.

“Oh no, I couldn’t…”

“Nonsense.” Professor Luna interrupted, pushing the plate closer to me. “You’re going to need energy today, my class won’t be easy.”

His tone was firm but gentle, leaving no room for argument. The aroma of the pancakes was tempting, a sweet, comforting smell that filled the room. I could almost taste the warmth and hint of vanilla just from the fragrance of them.

I sighed, giving in, and picked up the fork. The first bite was divine, the pancakes light and fluffy, with just the right amount of sweetness. I couldn't help but close my eyes briefly, savoring the taste.

“Good, aren’t they?” Professor Luna asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

I nodded, swallowing hard before speaking.

“Yes, they are delicious. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Now tell me, what brings you here so early?” The teacher asked, focusing me once again on our conversation.

I straightened my posture, setting down my fork and folding my hands in my lap again.

“Professor Luna.” I began, my voice firm and formal. “I wanted to speak to you, sir, about a conversation I had with professor Port yesterday.”

Professor Luna raised an eyebrow, his expression curious.

“Oh? And what was this conversation about?”

I opened up to him, I talked about how arrogant I was declaring that I was the best and most perfect on the RWBY team, I talked about how selfish I was demanding to be made the team leader and also how the teacher made me recognize my arrogance.

“I'm grateful for the reality check professor Port gave me, but still…” I hesitated to continue, feeling vulnerable.

“It still hurts to have your flaws exposed and rubbed in your face?” The teacher asked in a serious tone.

I widened my eyes, surprised by Professor Luna's accuracy about what I was feeling. I opened my mouth to answer him, but I couldn't utter a response to him. The teacher gave a soft smile, his eyes reflecting deep understanding.

“What you are feeling is normal.” The teacher said in a fatherly tone full of affection. “And to tell you the truth, I’m mentoring a first-year student with a similar problem.”

“Mentoring?” I questioned with an arched eyebrow, curious about the teacher's statement. “And what does that entitle?”

“I basically give him private lessons.” The professor replied, taking a sip of coffee.

Even though I was curious to know what I needed to do to have private classes with professor Luna, I decided to return to the subject at hand.

“I understand that my problem may be common, but how can I deal with it? How can I be… better.”

With his eyes reflecting an almost infinitekindness, professor Luna gives me a warm, fatherly smile that makes my cheeks turn slightly pink.

“The fact that you are feeling this way and trying to improve yourself already makes you a better person, Weiss.” Said the professor, drinking another cup of coffee. “I’m proud of the kind of woman you are becoming.”

I looked at him, touched by his words. It was a feeling I didn't expect, but it resonated deeply with me.

“But…” He continued, his voice firm and comforting. “Exercising humility and deflating your ego is a healthy way to avoid future pain.”

His words hit home deep in my ego. I have always been proud of my abilities, my status and my lineage. The idea of ​​humility was strange, but not uncomfortable.

“I understand.” I spoke quietly, my voice softer than I intended. “It's just... I've always been told that as a Schnee I must be the best, that everyone needs to know that I'm at the top.”

Scratching the back of his head with one hand, the teacher reflected on what I had said and then nodded with his gentle expression.

“You can continue on your path to being the best, that is not the issu here. Just don’t shout with a megaphone how much better and superior you are compared to everyone else.”

I felt my cheeks flush at the teacher's words, heat spreading across my face like wildfire. His analogy, although exaggerated, was more accurate than I would like to admit. My father gave me the basis in my way of thinking, and although it hurts to have this exposed so clearly once again, I'm happy to be able to move away from this behavior.

“I appreciate your honesty and kindness, Professor Luna.” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “When Professor Port spoke to me he was right, but he was a little… blunt with me.”

Giving a melodious laugh, the teacher alleviates the tension that had arisen between us.

“Professor Port isn’t always direct, but when he needs to be he’s as subtle as a punch in the nose.”

A light chuckle escapes me as I stand up, thanking him once again for the conversation. Professor Luna also stood up and approached, his presence filling the room. He placed his large, calloused hand on my shoulder. Its weight was surprising, a reminder of the strength hidden beneath her calm demeanor.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be here to help you, Snow Angel.”

His hand remained on my shoulder as a reminder of your strength, his wisdom and his kindness. It was a touch that calmed me, that made me feel seen.

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes, as deep blue as the ocean, held a depth of understanding and experience that was both comforting and intimidating.

'By the Gods, he smells like pine and vanilla.' I screamed mentally, using all my willpower to maintain my poker face. 'I need to buy aromatic oils with this fragrance.'

“T-thank you very much.” I replied, stuttering a little.

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Excellent. I have faith in you, Weiss.” The teacher said, walking me to the door. “And just because you’re not a leader today doesn’t mean you can’t be one in the future.”

I looked at Professor Luna, a hopeful smile spreading across my face like a child who received a new bicycle for Christmas.

“Do you really think so?” I asked full of expectation.

He nodded, his expression serious but gentle.

“You are young, dedicated, talented, courageous, intelligent and also… very elegant.” The last one he said, moving his eyebrows in a humorous way. “But now if you’ll excuse me I need to get ready for classes today.”

When the door closed behind me, I stood there, my cheeks red and my heart pounding in my chest. The teacher's words echoed in my mind, each one igniting a heat inside me.

'Dedicated, talented, courageous, intelligent and also very elegant.' The words repeated, each one resonating more deeply than the last.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the churning in my stomach refused to subside. The hallway seemed to rotate slightly, the walls blending into a kaleidoscope of colors. I leaned against the cold stone, feeling the solidity ground me.

“He called me elegant.” I whispered to myself, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

It was a simple word, but it carried so much weight. It was a validation of everything I strived to be, an acknowledgment of the balance and grace I worked so hard to maintain.

“Wait!” I exclaimed, realizing something. “Did fe called me… ‘Snow Angel’?”

RP # POV: Pyrrha Nikos

The room buzzed with the usual morning bustle, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

I wanted more information about John Luna, but I found nothing on dust-net or in the research I had done in the past year about Huntsman and Huntress institutions. None of the big four academys had professor Luna's name as a teacher. In other words, in addition to not being a Beacon faculty member, he was also not transferred from any of the other three.

'It would be less suspicious if he was a teacher-in-training, but no… he came posing as a substitute.' I thought in silence.

On the first day my instincts hammered my mind with suspicion, suspicion nipping at the edges of my curiosity.

‘Who was this man and why had he descended upon Beacon like a ghost?’ I thought silently.

But then, I saw him in action. The fluidity of his movements, the precision of his strikes, was like watching a master artist at work. He danced around Yang's fury with an ease that proved his expertise, each step calculated, each movement a testament to years of honed skill.

An exceptional huntsman being asked to teach the next generation was not unusual. So my doubts began to subside, replaced by a reluctant respect. This man knew what he was doing, his knowledge and skill were unquestionable.

However… the memory of Jaune's limp the night before reignited my doubts.

Professor Luna may be skilled, but he was also ruthless. The cruelty he showed Jaune left a bitter taste in my mouth. Jaune was inexperienced, yes, but he was also dedicated and kind. Seeing him reduced to a shadow of himself, all because of one man's severity, stirred a deep resentment within me.

The respect I had begun to feel for him now warred with a growing disdain.

'How could a teacher at Beacon be so cruel?'

Clapping hands breaks my train of thought, when I look at the source of the sound I see the teacher drawing the students' attention.

“Alright, class calm down.” He ordered, his tone authoritative and more serious than usual.

The room fell silent almost instantly, all eyes turning to the front, where he stood, his posture erect and his gaze unyielding.

“Today, we will focus on teamwork in an unconventional way.” He announced, his voice echoing through the room. “Those who hear their names called come before me ready to fight.”

'Only three?' I question internally. 'The normal thing was to train in fours or pairs when it came to teams.'

“Weiss Schnee, Jaune Arc and Cardin Winchester!” He announced loudly. “You three will make a team to face me.”

The room began to talk in whispers, a low hum of confusion and surprise running through the students. Eyebrows raised, heads turned and shoulders shrugged as everyone tried to understand the team's unusual composition.

“Wow, what a problematic team.” Yang murmured, leaning into Blake. “I think the only way it could be more chaotic is if there was a faunus with them.”

Blake freezes for a second, but gives a forced laugh, agreeing with Yang.

I look at Jaune, who looked just as perplexed as the rest of us. His eyes met mine briefly, a silent question passing between us. I offered him a small, encouraging smile, but his expression remained worried.

Cardin, on the other hand, wore a smug smile, clearly pleased with the opportunity to show off.

The SDC heiress, on the other hand, had a serious and concentrated expression on her face, as if she had been called by a superior at a company to prove something.

In a few minutes, the three of them equipped and went to the center of the room in front of the professor wearing black armor, different from the rusty one he wore last time.

'That must be the armor he used when training with Jaune.'

“Today, we will simulate a real-world scenario.” Professor Luna explained, his voice clear and authoritative. “There will be times in your careers as Huntsmen when you will have to work with strangers, people you have never met before. That’s why I chose a different member from each team.”

The room fell silent, each student hanging on to their words. I leaned forward, my curiosity piqued. This was a new approach, one that promised to test our adaptability.

“Your task is simple.” He continued. “You must work together to defeat me. Weiss, you will be the leader of this exercise.”

Weiss's eyes widened a little, but she quickly composed herself, standing a little straighter. I could see the wheels turning in her mind as she began to strategize.

“Hold on.” Cardin interrupted, his voice tinged with arrogance. “Why don’t you let me lead? After all, I am already a very successful, competent and humble leader.”

“I’m also a leader-.” Jaune tried to speak.

“Please, Arc.” Cardin said, silencing Jaune. “Adults are talking.”

Professor Luna's gaze sharpened, his voice dropped to a low, stern tone.

“If you are such a good leader, you need to practice following orders and not giving them.” The teacher replied, giving a slightly threatening smile.

Cardin's mouth closed, his smug expression replaced by a frown. Weiss, meanwhile, looked thoughtful, her eyes scanning the room as if already planning her first move.

Jaune looked nervous but determined, his hands gripping his weapon tightly. I caught his eye and gave him a little encouraging wave. He returned a grateful smile, his grip relaxing slightly.

“You have five minutes to discuss your combat strategy.” Professor Luna said, taking a step back. “After that, the battle begins, no ringout. Only red Aura, fainting and surrender will end this fight.” The professor concluded by putting on his black helmet.

Boa noite pessoal,

[-]Today's chapter was lighter than the first ones, just as I had envisioned this fic would be. The comedy and slice of life elements will appear more and more, but I won't take all the action out of the plot because the nature of the original show was action.

[-]My one-shot, Naruto: Isekai Saiyajin, is focused on action and comedy. If I decide to serialize the fanfic, I plan to further explore the bonds between the protagonist and Naruto as brothers. Some readers loved the protagonist's humor, while others were uncomfortable with him being portrayed as an “incel.” In my defense, I'm intentionally writing the character to be an asshole, not an incel. What's the difference? If I serialize the story, I promise to make that clear.

[-]As my brother has already shared most of the treatment on Instagram, I think it's okay to give some more details.

He suffered a serious accident, which almost cost him his life. As a result, he was 100% blind, his right leg was amputated and his left leg underwent several procedures to be saved. I went with him to Thailand as an escort, where he underwent stem cell treatment. We are hopeful that he can regain much of his vision.

So far, the treatment has been a success, with no signs of rejection or infection. This brought me a lot of relief as the stem cells were injected into the optic nerves throughout his face and at the base of his spine. An infection in these areas could be extremely problematic.

In Thailand, I didn't have much time to sightsee. I just went out to buy some clothes for my brother, who needed them, and on a free day, I managed to have lunch in a less touristy area. I ended up having lunch with some Thai miners which was really cool... this kind of thing happens when someone with ADHD decides to wander around Asia alone.

[-]Photos from the trip (most are from treatment and physiotherapy), can be seen on my brother's Instagram (@vitor_piva) or mine (@renanp.moraes).

[-]My brother doesn't speak English, but he loves it when I tell him about your comments, so please feel invited to send him a “Hi” or a “You're a medical doctor and your older brother writes fanfic on the internet, does he have no shame or self-love?”