[Qrow, who is absolutely wearing the school uniform entirely because he had to but modified it extensively to be Punk, is at the back of the room, leaning against the wall, one of his feet pressed against it, his arms folded. It is very much the vibe of a Rebellious Teen Who Rejects Authority Figures, but he is no teen. He is, unfortunately, an adult. At least in body.

Anyway, for about the first half hour of the lesson, Qrow is going to linger there at the back, watching. While some people (Ryuji) may find this concerning, further inspection will reveal two things: one, that he's wearing a serious frown, complete with a scrunched up nose of distaste, and two, that he's not watching Kaede. He is watching the teacher.

And the longer things go on, the scrunchier that nose gets. Someone is disapproving, but is determined to give it a half hour before stepping in. Chat before he does?]

[It is after that half hour that the entire class is treated to a beautiful drama as the local Adult Goth kicks off from the wall, hands in his pockets, and steps between Kaede and Professor Schimmrigk by catching Schimmrigk's staff as it's about to come down.]

Right. Because this is the teaching method that's gonna work. Ever heard of adapting to suit your students, Schimmy?

[Unsurprisingly, this does not start this conversation off on the right foot.] "I have. Have you heard of something called consistency? It's how children learn new things."

Yeah, no, this is just being an inflexible ass. Every student's different, and you're gonna let them down if you don't adapt your teaching style to them and let them adapt their combat styles to suit their personalities.

"Adapt their combat styles to suit their personalities? Yes, and let's just let chaos unfold while we're at it. Teaching like this will keep them safe in the field."

Teaching like this will get them hurt in the field because you're not teaching them anything. But hey, if you want me to show you have to do your job, I'd be happy to step in.

"It's sweet you think you could do better than me teaching. I can smell the whiskey on you. Are you sure it's safe for you to be armed around children?"

I'm not sure it's safe for me to be armed around you.

"I'm terrified. Why don't you prove it?" [The staff has been yanked out of Qrow's hand and pointed his way. Someone is in a fighting mood.]

[Qrow draws his own weapon. In a whirr of mechanical parts, it extends to the form of a large two-handed sword. Anyone who still has soul-related powers may sense that the Aura of Qrow's soul has shifted to envelop his body.] Age before beauty, Schimmy.

"Then put your weapon away, and we will fight."

Yeah, I'm gonna—what. [Hold on he did not plan for this. What. Qrow is now staring.]

"An honourable duel is conducted as hand-to-hand combat. That's the way of my order."

[...................................Shit. Qrow was Taiyang Xiao Long's teammate for long enough to know what happens if he has to go hand-to-hand against an expert in the field. He isn't winning this one. Time for Plan B. Because only one of the kids in this room will realize what Qrow is about to do, and honestly, Qrow's pretty sure that Akechi will approve.] I'm not a monk, I'm a Huntsman. I'm not doing hand-to-hand.

"Scared?"

Schimmy, you'd kick my ass at hand-to-hand. I'm passable for when I'm disarmed, but I'm a goddamned s—

"Please watch your language around the children."

[Qrow just. GROANS at this point, putting Harbinger away.] Look, I'm not going to fight an expert in a field that I've only practiced in often enough to keep an ex-teammate off my back about it. Let's deal with this like adults and talk about your pedagogy in private. Alright?

[Schimmrigk, who is a man of honour, agrees to these more civilized terms. Qrow gives a little wave towards the children and says, "Be back in a bit, kids!" but there is a brief moment where he—makes eye contact with Akechi? and seems to be grinning a little? Maybe you imagined that.

Or maybe Qrow is about to live up to the name of a crow collection. Some time later, after an unfortunate conversation, Qrow comes back with his hands in his pockets, whistling idly.]

Alright, kids. Looks like Schimmy is gonna take a sabbatical after an accident with someone's familiar and some exploding pocky. I'll be teaching you for the rest of the session, and if you want to find someone else to instruct you after, I can help you pick them out.

[Wow Qrow just murdered a dude to take his job!]

[obviously you can wildcard him at any point in this nonsense]