On The Fourth Day, More Classes

(A/N: This is the third of the three chapters I had ready for release. I hope you enjoy. And here is another reminder of the new story I have over on patreon.com/CandidBandit . It's called Spider-Harem, which I realize isn't the most creative name for a story... But that is the simplest way to describe it. It's about five people being bitten by spiders instead of one. Peter and four girls. Please give it a go if you have time.)

The now familiar sound of Yang’s alarm rang through the room, waking Gray up from his cozy sleep. He blinked a little with one eye before it closed, and he snuggled closer to the warm body beside him. Blake’s hair smelled incredible, and Gray pressed his nose to it so he could keep breathing her in as he dozed back off.

Moments later he felt a hand touch his shoulder and nudge him awake again. He groaned and looked over his shoulder. Yang stood there leaning over him, giving him a wonderful view of her valley.

“Come on you two. It’s not the weekend yet. We still have classes.” She said, her voice a little raspy from sleep.

Gray absently noted that she didn’t look the least bit displeased by him sleeping with Blake. In fact, she had a cheeky grin as she looked down at them.

“’Kay...” Gray mumbled.

Yang nodded and straightened up. “Good. I’m going to shower first. Feel free to peek.” She winked at him then walked off to prepare for the day.

Gray smiled at the thought of joining her but already had a shower the previous night. Should he have another one so soon? Nah. He couldn’t be bothered. Instead, he turned to the secret cat girl and found her lips. He kissed her and felt her respond lazily in her sleep. He kept going, giving gentle pecks and sucking on her lips until she began to wake up. He also gave her some gentle scratches behind her human ears and felt her moan appreciatively until he stopped. Then she gave a small groan of protest.

“Wake up, Blake. Time for school.”

The black-haired girl blinked her tired eyes open and stared at him. Her morning brain didn’t fully comprehend what she was seeing at first. Then Gray kissed her some more and she lazily kissed him back. Gray leaned back to look at her funny tired face and saw the moment she realized what was happening. Her eyes went wide, and she went still. A blush crept up her neck and cheeks.

“Yes, Blake. We started dating last night on the roof. It wasn’t a dream.” He said, grinning at her.

She gulped and nodded jerkily. “Oh.”

Gray chuckled and kissed her one more time before turning to get up. He stepped out of Blake’s bed and stretched his arms up high.

“Yang’s having a shower first and I’m going to brush my teeth, okay? Don’t go back to sleep now.” He then walked off to the bathroom, the sound of the shower could somewhat be heard through the door.

Gray walked in and waved to Yang as he turned to the sink and started brushing his teeth. Yang poked her head out of the shower to ask, “You not joining?”

She likely noticed that he didn’t bring any towels with him.

“Not today, Beautiful. I had one when I got in last night.” He said as he put toothpaste on his brush.

“Ah, okay.” She replied, sounding a little disappointed.

“Don’t worry, Yang. I’ll be in your bed tonight. Can you wait till then?”

A grin bloomed on her face. “Cool, awesome, sounds great.” And she went back to her shower but also put on a show for him as she pressed her assets to the glass.

Gray enjoyed the view as he cleaned his teeth, but eventually he had to finish up. He rinsed and dried his mouth and waved goodbye on his way out. Now back in the room he noticed that Blake was sitting on the edge of her bed, her head leaning forward as she dozed off while sitting.

Gray went over to her, tilted her head up and kissed her passionately. Almost roughly, too. Blake moaned into his mouth, and he leaned away again. Her face looked both drowsy and flushed at the same time.

“You not awake yet?” He asked.

“... a little bit.” Blake murmured at him with her flushed face.

“Good. Now I’m going to wake the other two.” Gray told her. She nodded.

Gray turned away from her and approached the sleeping heiress. The white-haired beauty was breathing softly as she lay on her back and her head turned to the side, facing the room. She really was a very pretty girl. The only thing marring her beauty was the scar on her eye. Gray put that on the list of things to ask her about at some point.

Gray leaned down and tilted her head towards him. Then he planted his lips on hers and gently dominated her mouth. She slowly woke up, giving him enough time to enjoy her soft, yet dry lips. He did her the favour of wetting them by licking and sucking on her pretty lips. Then he dipped his tongue in her mouth and felt her shift and groan. Meanwhile, he kept an eye on her eyes to see the moment she would wake up.

He kept kissing her until her eyes fluttered open and then pulled back softly.

“Wake up, Princess. You need to get ready for class.” He says to her with a whisper. Then he pulls back completely and turns to the ladder leading up to Ruby.

As he climbs the ladder, he hears Weiss say something to Blake.

“He did it again...”

“Yeah.”

“...not a bad alarm, I guess.”

Gray grinned as he crawled over Ruby’s sleeping form. He peeled the cover back and saw her impressive chest wrapped in a black tank top. He leaned down and kissed her too. He gave her the same gentle start and eventually he felt her moan herself awake, and surprisingly she raised her arms to hug him to her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and they made out for longer than Gray made out with the other two.

Up until the bathroom door opened and Yang, in nothing but a towel, walked into the room. Gray opened one eye to see her reaction to him kissing her sister, but she just grinned happily when she saw them. Then she went to get dry using her Semblance and then to get dressed. Blake then got up and headed into the bathroom.

Gray focused back on Ruby and gave her a great morning make-out session. He grinded on her and squeezed her breasts, making her squeak into his mouth. But eventually, she needed to get up. So, Gray backed off and gave her room to sit up.

“Good morning.” He said to her.

“Morning...” She said back a little bashfully, but her happy grin told him that she liked the wake-up kiss.

Gray got down from her bed and walked over to Yang last. He was going to give them all a kiss this morning and Yang was last. She had gotten some of her uniform on by now. An open shirt and bra, her underwear and a skirt. Gray walked up to her and pulled her in for a kiss. She grinned against his mouth and reciprocated. They both felt each other up while they made out, feeling each other through their clothes.

Then Blake came back out of the bathroom and Gray leaned back. Yang pouted at him.

Gray chuckled. He squeezed her boobs and detached himself to go and get dressed. Weiss got up and went to have her morning shower. Ruby got down from her bunk bed and got her clothes and a towel ready. Blake had already had on some underwear when she walked out of the bathroom but decided to dress in her uniform in the dorm room today. Now that she was also dating Gray, she must have wanted to put on a little bit of a show.

Yang let out a low whistle.

"Damn, Blake. You have a nice ass there. I'm jealous."

Blake looked over her shoulder and smiled a little shyly.

"Thanks."

Ruby giggled from the sidelines, watching the exchange. Gray was also watching with a grin on his face.

Blake really did have an amazing butt. Her pale skin was contrasted with the black panties she wore, while the shape of her cheeks really lit a fire in Gray's groin. Yang also had a great butt. But Blake's had an eye-catching shape.

Yang, Blake and Gray had gotten dressed by the time Weiss was finished with her shower. She came out of the bathroom to the sight of Yang straddling Gray on the desk chair. They had been making out for the last few minutes since Yang and Gray didn't have much to do besides wait for the other girls now. Weiss rolled her eyes and went to sort her hair out.

Gray's hands were roaming all over Yang's backside as they kissed. Yang's own hands were caressing his sides. Her butt cheeks felt amazing in his palms, and he couldn't help but squeeze them. Yang groaned into his mouth at the squeeze, and she squeezed him back by grinding down on his crotch. They both felt how hard Gray was and moaned together.

It was a great way to pass the time while Weiss got dressed and Ruby was in the shower. After a moment longer he pulled back and asked Yang to switch with Blake.

"Let's give Blake a turn, yeah?" He told Yang.

She pouted but nodded and got up.

Blake looked surprised to have been volunteered, but she nodded. She stood up and moved over to Gray. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. It was a quick peck at first, but then they started making out. As Gray began to kiss down her neck and suck on her collarbone, she started to moan and grind down on him.

More kissy time went by until Ruby left the bathroom, her body only in a towel as she shyly headed over to her clothes. It was great to see the commands from his Semblance still influencing the girls of his team. He was preoccupied with kissing Blake still, but if not for that he would have watched as Ruby got dressed in her uniform.

Eventually, everyone was dressed, and Gray ended the make-out session. He and Blake got up and the team of five was ready for the day.

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The bell rang, signalling the start of P.E. class. Students filed into the expansive gym, the echo of their footsteps and chatter filling the air. Professor Bruno stood at the front, his muscular frame clad in a blue tracksuit, a whistle hanging around his neck. His presence commanded attention, and the class quickly settled into organized rows, ready for instruction.

"Alright, listen up," Professor Bruno called out, his voice booming across the gym. "Today, we're focusing on flexibility and proper stretching techniques. It's crucial to warm up before any physical activity to prevent injuries."

He demonstrated the first stretch, a simple hamstring stretch, bending forward at the waist and reaching for his toes. The class followed suit, mirroring his movements. Gray, standing between Ruby and Yang, glanced over to ensure Ruby was following along correctly. She was, her face a picture of concentration as she tried to touch her toes.

He also liked seeing her body stretch like this from a profile view. Her breasts jiggled slightly in her gym t-shirt. Gray couldn't help but stare. He'd gotten a nice handful of them that morning when he felt her up in her bed, but now he wanted to see them again. And again. And again.

Gray shifted his gaze over to Yang, who was also bending forward and reaching for her toes. Her breasts were straining against the fabric of her gym t-shirt. She really did have a pretty big bust.

"Remember, no bouncing," Bruno instructed, moving on to a quad stretch. "We want to gently ease into each stretch, holding it for a count of ten before releasing."

Yang leaned over to Gray, whispering, "I can't believe we're spending half the class just stretching. I could be bench-pressing a Beowolf right now."

Gray chuckled softly, replying, "Patience, Yang. Flexibility is just as important as strength. Besides, you don't want to pull a muscle showing off."

Yang rolled her eyes but continued with the stretches, a small smirk playing on her lips.

After leading the class through a series of dynamic stretches, Professor Bruno clapped his hands together. "Great job, everyone. Now, let's split into groups of eight. Team RWBY, since you have five in your team, you get one extra. Now, you'll rotate through different stations around the gym, each focusing on a specific exercise or piece of equipment."

The students quickly formed groups, the hum of excitement filling the air. Gray and his team formed up with JNPR, naturally. They headed to their first station: the treadmills.

"Alright, group one," Bruno called out, "Start with a light jog, gradually increasing your speed over five minutes. Remember, this is about endurance, not sprinting."

Ruby eagerly hopped onto a treadmill, her eyes lighting up as she started jogging. Yang, Blake and Nora took the treadmills next to her, while Gray, Weiss and the rest of JNPR stood by, waiting their turn. The sight of four hot girls running in front of him was too mesmerizing of a sight.

"You know, I never thought I'd say this," Weiss remarked, watching Ruby with a hint of amusement, "but Ruby's enthusiasm is almost infectious."

Gray smiled, nodding in agreement. He looked over to her running form with affection. The girl, despite her shyness, had energy to spare. "She's got a way of making even the simplest things seem exciting. It's one of her best qualities."

As they moved from station to station, from weight machines to ellipticals, and finally to the boxing ring, the class buzzed with energy. Professor Bruno circulated the room, offering encouragement and corrections, ensuring each student pushed themselves safely and effectively.

At the boxing ring, Yang and Nora faced off, their gloves raised as they sparred lightly. Professor Bruno watched closely, offering tips on form and technique.

"Keep your guard up, Yang," he instructed. "And Nora, remember to pivot on your back foot when you throw a punch. It adds power and stability."

The two nodded, adjusting their stances and continuing their sparring session. The rest of the group watched, cheering them on and offering their own words of encouragement.

As the class wound down, Professor Bruno gathered everyone together. "Great work today, everyone. Remember, consistency is key. Keep up with your stretching and warm-ups, and don't forget to hydrate. See you all next class."

With that, the students dispersed, chatting excitedly about the day's activities as they headed to their next class. Gray glanced back at Professor Bruno, who was already setting up for the next group of students, a satisfied smile on his face.

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The halls of Beacon Academy buzzed with the chatter of students as Teams RWBY and JNPR made their way to their next class. The energy from Professor Bruno's P.E. session still lingered, evident in their lively conversation and the slight sheen of sweat on their brows. Even after having taken a quick shower after the lesson.

"That was intense," Yang commented, stretching her arms above her head. "I didn't think stretching could be so exhausting. Usually, I just throw myself at my opponent."

Ruby grinned at her sister. "Didn’t dad keep telling you to not skip your training? Anyway, I had fun. I wouldn’t mind coming back after classes to run a little more."

Blake glanced at Ruby, a small smile playing on her lips. "That sounds like a good idea. We could all use the extra training."

Weiss, walking beside Blake, chimed in, "I agree. Though, I must admit, I'm not sure I'm ready for another round with Nora just yet."

Nora, overhearing, laughed heartily. "Come on, Weiss! It's all about building endurance."

Jeanne, walking at the head of the group, turned slightly to address everyone. "We should definitely consider it. Even if we don't start today, having a regular gym session outside of class could be beneficial."

Pyrrha nodded in agreement. "Consistency is key. And who knows? We might even enjoy it."

As they approached their next classroom, the conversation shifted to the upcoming lesson, but the seed of after-school training had been planted, and Gray nodded to himself. He also needed to keep up his own training routine. Plus, he would get to see his girls get all sweaty pretty often. Not a bad routine at all.

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The bell rang, signalling the start of History and Social Studies with Professor Oobleck. Students filed into the classroom. Gray took a seat near the front, his scroll set up on his desk and ready to take notes. Today, he was determined to pay close attention and finally approach Professor Oobleck after class.

Professor Oobleck stood at the front of the room, his green hair slightly disheveled, a coffee mug in hand. His eyes scanned the classroom. "Good morning, class," he began, his voice rapid yet clear. "Today, we're diving into the political landscape of the kingdoms and the influential figures shaping our society."

He clicked a button on his desk, and a holographic display flickered to life behind him, showcasing a map of the known world with various points highlighted. "Let's start with the most prominent companies. Who can tell me about the Schnee Dust Company?"

Weiss's hand shot up instantly, her eyes gleaming with pride. "The Schnee Dust Company is the largest producer and exporter of Dust in Vale and the world," she said confidently. "It's led by my father, Jacques Schnee, and has significant influence over the economy and technological advancements around the world."

Oobleck nodded approvingly. "Excellent, Miss Schnee. And how does the company's influence extend to the role of Huntsmen and Huntresses?"

Weiss paused, considering the question. "The company's innovations in Dust applications directly impact our combat strategies and equipment. Plus, their political influence can shape the regulations and policies that govern our operations."

"Precisely," Oobleck replied, clicking to the next slide, which displayed an organizational chart of Vale's political structure. "Now, let's discuss the Council of Vale. Who are the current members, and how do their decisions affect our daily lives and missions?"

Gray tapped down notes, his mind racing as he connected the dots between the political figures and their impact on the kingdom. He glanced at Blake, who was diligently taking notes beside him, her expression focused.

As the class delved deeper into the intricacies of Vale's political landscape, Oobleck's enthusiasm was infectious. He paced around the room, engaging students in discussions about the most influential people and their roles in shaping society.

"Remember," Oobleck emphasized, "as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, your actions will be influenced by these political dynamics. Understanding the power structures and alliances is crucial for navigating your roles effectively."

Gray nodded, underlining a key point in his notes. He appreciated the practical relevance of the lesson, seeing how the political landscape directly tied into their future responsibilities.

As the class wound down, Oobleck summarized the key points and assigned readings for further study. The bell rang, and students began to gather their belongings, chatting excitedly amongst themselves.

Gray took a deep breath, steeling himself to approach the professor. He stood up, notebook in hand, and made his way to the front of the room. Oobleck was packing away his notes, his coffee mug still in hand. He hadn’t yet zipped off out of the room like last time.

"Professor Oobleck," Gray began, his voice steady. "Do you have a moment?"

Oobleck looked up, a friendly smile on his face. "Of course, Mr. Farran. What can I do for you?"

Gray hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I wanted to say hello from my dad. He spoke highly of you and wanted me to pass on his regards."

Oobleck's eyes widened in surprise, and he set down his mug. "Your father? Well, that's quite the honor. Please, tell him I said hello and that I'm glad to have you in my class."

Gray smiled, relieved. "I will, thank you. And thank you for the engaging lesson today."

Oobleck nodded, a twinkle in his eye. "My pleasure, Mr. Farran. See you next class."

With that, Gray turned and left the classroom with his team. He had finally connected with Professor Oobleck and passed on his dad’s regards. And the day's lesson had given him a new perspective on the interconnectedness of politics and his future role as a Huntsman. It also bore thinking deeply on when it came to his own plans for the future. Would Gray need to interact with people in the upper echelons of society? There was a distinct possibility of that.

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The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the lush greenery surrounding Beacon Academy. Teams RWBY and JNPR gathered on the benches, the gentle rustle of leaves and distant chatter filling the air. The tiered stone seating nearby was already buzzing with spectators, drawn by the clash of metal and the cheers of a friendly sparring match between two third-year students.

Gray leaned back on the bench, a sandwich in hand, his eyes tracking the fight. The two boys moved with practiced ease, their weapons clashing in a dance of skill and strategy. Beside him, Ruby watched with wide-eyed fascination, her legs swinging gently as she munched on an apple.

"They're so fast," Ruby marveled, her eyes never leaving the match. "I can't wait until we're that good."

Yang chuckled, ruffling Ruby's hair. "You're already pretty amazing, sis. Just give it time."

Blake, sitting on the grass with a book in her lap, glanced up at the fight before returning to her reading. Gray wondered when she had picked up that book and where she hid it. Weiss was quietly watching the fight while sipping from a bottle of iced coffee.

Jeanne, sitting next to Pyrrha, watched the match with a critical eye. "They're good," she admitted, "but I think we could give them a run for their money."

Pyrrha smiled, her eyes reflecting the sunlight. "Confidence is key, Jeanne. But remember, there's a fine line between that and arrogance."

Nora was over there cheering loudly as one of the boys landed a particularly impressive hit. She seated herself on a part of the stone seating closest to her team but was still some paces away. Despite that, they could all hear her loud yells. Ren had chosen not to follow her friend over and instead sat on the grass and looked like she was almost meditating, except with her legs pulled to one side like a lady.

Gray found the fight to be quite entertaining. The two in the stone arena were clearly friends as they threw quips at each other, but they also seemed really skilled and serious about the bout.

As the match concluded, the people seated on the stone steps all applauded. Though, Nora was the loudest of course. Gray smiled and sat back on the bench. The greenery around Beacon Academy was peaceful. He had to say he was really enjoying his school life here.

It was almost enough to forget about the conspiracies planning to destroy Beacon.

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The classroom buzzed with anticipation as students settled into their seats, scrolls at the ready and eyes focused on Professor Peach. The professor stood at the front, her soft pink hair framing her cheerful face, a holographic display flickering to life behind her.

"Good afternoon, class," Professor Peach greeted, her voice warm and inviting. "I hope everyone is ready to dive into today's lesson. But first, I have an announcement about next week's schedule."

She paused, ensuring she had everyone's attention before continuing. "Next Tuesday, we will be having a practical lesson involving setting up tents in the field behind the school. This is an essential skill for any Huntsman or Huntress, as you never know when you might need to make camp in the wilderness."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the classroom. Gray glanced at Ruby, who was practically bouncing in her seat with enthusiasm. Yang leaned over, whispering, "Looks like someone's ready to rough it."

Gray chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "I’m pretty excited too."

Professor Peach continued, "Now, I must warn you, this lesson may run longer than our usual class period. It might cut into your free time after school, so please plan accordingly. Dress appropriately for outdoor activities and be prepared to get your hands dirty."

Blake raised her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Professor Peach, will we be working in teams for this exercise?"

Peach nodded, smiling. "Yes, Blake. You'll be working in your usual teams. This will be a great opportunity to practice coordination and communication skills, which are crucial in the field."

With the announcement made, Professor Peach clapped her hands together, signalling the start of today's lesson. "Now, let's get on with today's topic. We'll be focusing on identifying edible plants and basic first aid using natural resources."

She tapped a console on her table, and the holographic display shifted to show a variety of plants, each labelled with its name and uses. "Recognizing these plants can mean the difference between survival and starvation in the wilderness. Let's start with the basics."

Gray jotted down notes, his eyes scanning the images on the display. Beside him, Ruby was already sketching the plants in her notebook, her tongue poking out in concentration.

"This one here," Professor Peach pointed to a leafy green plant, "is known as Wild Lettuce. It's a great source of hydration and nutrients. But be careful, as it has a look-alike that can cause stomach upset if ingested."

The class leaned in, taking notes and asking questions as Professor Peach delved deeper into the uses and dangers of each plant. The atmosphere was focused. Each student seemed eager to absorb the knowledge that could one day save their lives.

As the lesson progressed, Professor Peach demonstrated basic first aid techniques using natural resources. She showed how to create a makeshift bandage from large leaves and how to use certain plants to soothe minor injuries.

"Remember," she emphasized, "the key to survival is adaptability and knowledge. The more you know about your surroundings, the better equipped you'll be to handle any situation."

As the bell rang, signalling the end of class, Professor Peach dismissed them with a reminder to prepare for next week's adventure.

"See you all next Tuesday," she said, a twinkle in her eye. "And remember to wear comfortable shoes!"

With that, the students filed out of the classroom, chatting excitedly about the upcoming lesson. Gray glanced back at Professor Peach to see the short and cute woman looking satisfied and proud of herself. Gray couldn’t help but think about how cute she was for a grown woman.

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The classroom was filled with a hushed anticipation as Professor Port stood at the front, his demeanor serious and focused. Very different from how he started off, thanks to Gray. The holographic display behind him flickered to life, showcasing various Grimm creatures in vivid detail. Today's lesson was centered on the properties of Grimm found around the Vale landscape, with a particular focus on the Dwarf, Fiend, and Giant classes.

"Alright, class," Professor Port began, his voice commanding the room's attention. "Today, we delve into the characteristics and behaviors of Grimm that you are most likely to encounter in the wilds around Vale. Understanding these creatures is crucial for your survival and success as Huntsmen and Huntresses."

The first creature to be shown was a Boarbatusk. “Now, we may have gone over this small, yet fearsome creature before, but here we will go into some more specifics. One of the most common to be found on this continent, the Boarbatusk is a four-legged creature whose form seems to be inspired by an old extinct species of boar. They may be small, but they are quick and ferocious. They also have a number of armor like plates all over its body. But they do have a weakness. Can anyone tell me or take a guess?”

There was a pause as he waited for an answer before Ruby raised her hand.

“Yes, Ms. Rose.”

“The underbelly... Sir.” She answered, her voice not quite subdued, but she did have trouble with the sudden attention.

“Yes, precisely! Well done. Ms. Rose. This creature’s biggest weakness is its unarmored underbelly. Class, if you can somehow expose this **** side, then you can quickly dispatch the beast. Now, onto the next.”

He clicked a button, and the display shifted to show a menacing looking creature—a Beowolf, categorized as a Fiend-class Grimm. "The Fiend class. These are not the smallest, nor are they the largest, but are often the most numerous Grimm you'll encounter. Beowolves, for instance, are known for their pack mentality and sharp teeth. They may be close to us in size, but they are not to be underestimated."

Gray leaned forward in his seat, his eyes locked onto the display as Port explained more about the two-legged wolf-like creature. Beside him, Ruby was staring fixedly at the images, her hands poised over her holographic keyboard. The itch to hunt, to test her skills against these creatures, was palpable in her serious expression. It honestly caught Gray off guard. He almost expected her to be bouncing with energy and excitement. But no, she was... sharp. Yeah, that was the word. Sharp.

The shy and nervous girl he knew her to be was absent.

Professor Port continued, "Giant-class Grimm are a step up in size and danger. They possess unique abilities that can catch even the most seasoned Huntsman off guard. It’s not just about sheer size with these creatures." The display shifted to show a Deathstalker, the massive scorpion-like form towering over the virtual landscape. "Deathstalkers, for example, are known for their large stinger that can pierce most types of armor. They can also grow beyond their class size and live for a very, very long time."

Yang leaned over to Gray, whispering smugly, "That thing wasn’t so tough during initiation.”

Gray elbowed her gently and whispered back, “Don’t get cocky now.”

Professor Port continued. "Giant-class Grimm are among the most formidable foes you will face. Their size and strength make them a significant threat, but it’s details like the Deathstalkers stinger, or a Nevermore’s wings that you need to pay attention to."

Blake raised her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Professor Port, how do we effectively combat a Nevermore, especially in a group setting?"

Port nodded, appreciating the question. "Excellent query, Ms. Belladonna. Nevermores require a coordinated effort. Grounding them is key—disrupt their flight patterns with ranged attacks and use your environment to your advantage. You cannot fly yourselves, so bring them to you and keep them there. Teamwork and wit are essential when facing such a formidable foe."

Weiss jotted down notes, her brow furrowed in concentration. Gray’s team was likely remembering their fight with the bird and scorpion Grimm.

As the lesson progressed, Professor Port delved deeper into the behaviors and tactics of each Grimm class, providing insights that would prove vital in the field. The students listened intently, and Gray was right there along with them.

Professor Port concluded the lesson with a stern reminder. "Remember, knowledge is your greatest weapon against the Grimm. Use it wisely and never underestimate your foe. Your lives, and the lives of those you protect, depend on it."

With that, the bell rang, signalling the end of class.

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