Jaune considered himself to be a pretty suave guy, and he felt he could hold his own in the big, bad world. However, at Beacon things were just a little bit different from what he was expecting. Sure, it was a school. Sure, it was training. But, it was the treatment that started to bug him, just a little, itsy, bitsy bit. He normally didn’t get ticked about small things like his relationships being built on a foundation of lies and deception, but that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was starting to look like each coin had been minted with a... thorn to stick into his... side.
He wasn’t the greatest when it came to hyperbole. He didn’t know that wasn’t a hyperbole either.
It started small. The little things from the closest people.
Pyrrha noticed pretty quickly that his form was atrocious, like he’d never swung a sword in his life. The fact that this was true was irrelevant, she never should have asked him. You just don’t ask a gentleman how oft