Wake Up As Ozpin

Ozpin had made a decision.

A bold decision.

A world-changing decision.

A decision that made zero sense to anyone but him.

Step One Hundred and Eighty-Nine: Start Making Moves.

Moves that no past version of him had ever made.

Moves that would change the festival.

Moves that would confuse the ever-loving hell out of everyone.

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Step One Hundred and Ninety: Breakfast Shenanigans

It started in the cafeteria.

The students were enjoying their usual morning routine—eating, chatting, blissfully unaware that their headmaster was about to ruin their sense of normalcy.

Ozpin strode inside, cane tapping against the floor.

Every head turned.

Every conversation stopped.

Because Ozpin never came to the cafeteria.

And yet, here he was.

Calm. Serene. Holding a tray.

Step One Hundred and Ninety-One: Disrupt Expectations.

He walked past the coffee station.

He ignored the tea section.

He went straight to the food line.

Students stared as he loaded his tray with the most un-Ozpin-like meal imaginable.

Pancakes.

Bacon.

Syrup. A frankly irresponsible amount of fruit.

Then, casually, as if this were normal—he sat directly at Team RWBY's table.

Silence.

Ruby dropped her fork. Weiss looked genuinely concerned. Blake's ears twitched. Yang blinked.

Step One Hundred and Ninety-Two: Let Them Process.

Ruby was the first to speak. "...Professor?"

Ozpin calmly cut into his pancakes. "Yes, Miss Rose?"

Pause.

Ruby hesitated. "Uh… why are you sitting here?"

Ozpin took a slow bite, chewing thoughtfully. Then—without breaking eye contact:

"Is it illegal?"

Step One Hundred and Ninety-Three: Answer a Question With a Question.

Yang coughed. "Uh, no, but—"

"Then there's no problem," Ozpin said smoothly, taking another bite.

Step One Hundred and Ninety-Four: Keep Them Off-Balance.

Ruby squinted at him. "...Are you okay?"

Ozpin smiled cryptically. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Blake, studying him closely, narrowed her eyes. "You never eat in the cafeteria."

Ozpin took a sip of orange juice.

(Which, again, he never drank.)

"Perhaps I wished to experience the joys of communal dining," he mused. "Perhaps I wished to set an example."

Weiss leaned forward. "What example?"

Ozpin steepled his fingers. "That sometimes… even headmasters must eat."

Silence.

Yang snorted. "Dude, you sound like a fortune cookie."

Ozpin simply took another bite of pancakes.

Step One Hundred and Ninety-Five: The Seeds of Confusion Are Planted.

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Step One Hundred and Ninety-Six: Tactical Tournament Chaos

The second thing he did was completely derail the Vytal Festival brackets.

Originally, the tournament followed a logical structure.

Team vs. Team.

Then Duos.

Then One-on-Ones.

A simple, predictable system.

Which was exactly why he needed to change it.

Step One Hundred and Ninety-Seven: Introduce Maximum Chaos.

So, that afternoon, he casually walked into the tournament meeting, adjusted his glasses, and said:

"Let's randomize it."

Dead silence.

Ironwood blinked. "…What."

Glynda rubbed her temples. "Sir, that is not how the festival works."

Ozpin sipped his coffee. "It is now."

Ironwood frowned. "Oz, this tournament is supposed to showcase structured combat. If we randomize the teams, we'll end up with completely unpredictable matchups."

Ozpin's eyes gleamed. "Exactly."

Step One Hundred and Ninety-Eight: Destroy Predictability.

Glynda sighed. "Why?"

Ozpin smiled mysteriously. "Adaptability is a valuable skill, Professor Goodwitch."

Ironwood leaned forward. "Be honest. Are you doing this to mess with people?"

Ozpin took a slow sip of coffee.

Step One Hundred and Ninety-Nine: Deny Everything.

"I have no idea what you mean."

Glynda pinched the bridge of her nose. "You are impossible."

Ironwood shook his head. "Fine. But don't blame me when the students riot."

Ozpin adjusted his glasses. "Oh, I fully expect them to."

Step Two Hundred: Enjoy the Fallout.

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Step Two Hundred and One: The True Power Move

The third thing he did was completely unnecessary.

It served no real strategic purpose.

It was purely for the chaos factor.

And that was why he did it.

Because that evening, in the middle of the Vytal Festival announcement ceremony, before a crowd of thousands—

Ozpin, the calm and enigmatic headmaster of Beacon, stood on stage, took the microphone, and declared:

"This year's Vytal Festival… will include a Battle Royale round."

The audience lost their minds.

The students lost their minds.

Glynda, from the sidelines, looked ready to throw him off the stage.

Step Two Hundred and Two: Go Big or Go Home.

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Step Two Hundred and Three: Aftermath

The moment the ceremony ended, Glynda hunted him down.

She stormed into his office, eyes blazing. "What. Was. That."

Ozpin calmly poured himself a cup of tea. "A necessary adjustment."

Glynda slammed her hands on his desk. "A Battle Royale?! Do you have any idea what you've just done?"

Ozpin took a slow sip. "Made things… more interesting?"

"Interesting?!" Glynda gestured wildly. "You've thrown every single strategic team plan into chaos! You've turned the entire tournament into a free-for-all!"

Ozpin set his cup down, perfectly calm. "Precisely."

Step Two Hundred and Four: Glynda Is Now Questioning Reality.

She ran a hand down her face. "Why are you like this?"

Ozpin simply smiled. "Would you like a cookie?"

Step Two Hundred and Five: Maximum Chaos Achieved.