Wake Up As Ozpin

Beacon Academy had won.

Somehow.

Despite Cinder's full-scale war crime attempt. Despite the White Fang bringing an entire army. Despite Grimm, mercenaries, and every random criminal with a weapon showing up.

Beacon was still standing.

Step Three Hundred and Forty-Three: Act Like This Was the Plan All Along.

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Step Three Hundred and Forty-Four: The Debriefing of Pure Suffering

Glynda dragged Ozpin into a conference room.

Ironwood was already there, rubbing his temples like he had aged five years in one night.

The moment the door shut, Glynda slammed her hands on the table.

"OZPIN."

Ozpin took a calm sip of coffee. "Yes?"

"WHAT. THE HELL. JUST HAPPENED."

Step Three Hundred and Forty-Five: Play Innocent.

Ozpin blinked. "A strategic engagement was successfully resolved."

Ironwood pinched the bridge of his nose. "That was not 'a strategic engagement.' That was an entire invasion."

"And yet," Ozpin said pleasantly, "we are still here."

Step Three Hundred and Forty-Six: Technically Not a Lie.

Glynda exhaled slowly. "Do you have any idea what this means?!"

Ozpin nodded. "That we need more coffee?"

Step Three Hundred and Forty-Seven: Glynda Is Going to Strangle Him.

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Step Three Hundred and Forty-Eight: The Fallout

Beacon was a disaster zone.

The courtyard was full of unconscious White Fang grunts.

The dorms had three separate fires.

Someone stole a vending machine mid-battle.

And worst of all?

Jaune Arc was now a local legend.

Step Three Hundred and Forty-Nine: The Birth of "Mop-Knight."

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Step Three Hundred and Fifty: The Student Reaction

Ruby was still hyped. "We actually did it!"

Weiss was wiping dust off her uniform. "Of course we did. It was inevitable."

Blake was already planning Adam's funeral.

Yang was laughing as she scrolled her scroll. "Oh man, you guys need to see this—Jaune's already trending online."

Jaune blinked. "Wait, what?"

Step Three Hundred and Fifty-One: The Legend Spreads.

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Step Three Hundred and Fifty-Two: Ozpin's Final Move

Ozpin watched the students celebrate.

Watched his enemies retreat.

Watched as the world unknowingly shifted in his favor.

Then, calmly—

He took another sip of coffee.

And smiled.

Step Three Hundred and Fifty-Three: The Game Is Still His.