"Grandpa! Grandpa! Please teach me how to fight like you."
Jaune had always looked up to his Grandfather. Considered one of the greatest warriors to ever live, he was a terrifying opponent for anyone who would dare stand in his way during the Great War. Heck, to this day, at the age of 85 he still stood as the pinnacle of warriors. A fighter everyone could only dream of achieving the same level of strength as he had during his prime.
His own grandson was of course no different, except for one thing. He took it to a whole other level, he basically worshipped the ground his grandpa walked on.
"And why do want to learn how to fight, young one?"
The elderly legend questioned his favorite grandchild, while he wouldn't mind teaching him, he would not accept giving his own personal style to someone who would use them for selfish reasons.
"I want to be cool and kick butt like you, grandpa!"
The old man frowned at Jaune, he had expected better of him.
"Hmm, if that is truly the reason you want to be taught how to fight then I refuse to teach you. Such a pitiful reason will eventually lead to your death. Come back when you have matured a bit, child."
The scarred warrior walked away leaving his grandson shocked at his grandfather's cold answer.
...
The child walked through his secluded village in the mountains of Vale thinking about what his grandfather had told him.
'What's wrong about why I want to fight, isn't it normal for someone to want to be cool. Hmph, I'll show that old man immature.'
As he continued to walk towards his house, he suddenly heard grunting noises coming out of an alleyway. He got curious, so he went to investigate the origin of the mysterious sound. He peeked in the alley to see what was happening, his eyes widened at the sight before him.
Two men were pulling clothes off a teenage girl, who struggled in vain as the two men touched her in certain places, she cried out for help.
The six-year-old didn't understand what the two men were doing, but the girl obviously didn't like what they were doing, as such, he should go help her just like his father told him.
If you ever see a girl in trouble, you should help out. He didn't understand the other part about 'getting her in your bed', but his mom obviously didn't like it. A fact made apparent by her trusty pan having a nice and civil conversation with his dad's head.
"Hey! Stop it!"
The two offenders turned towards the kid that interrupted their 'playtime'.
"Eh, what the h-hell do you want k-kid?"
His words were slurred, probably from how drunk he was, Jaune could smell the guy's breath from a mile away. It could probably kill a Goliath.
"Wow, your breath stinks, Mister. Did you brush your teeth today? Mom always said that if you don't brush you-"
The man's face was red from anger, he advanced menacingly towards the kid that had insulted him.
"Take that back, you shitty brat! Or else I'll..."
"You'll what, -Breath? You're so dumb a toddler would probably outsmart you in anything."
The kid blew raspberries at him and pulled down one of his eyelids to mock him.
The man ran at the kid in rage, his run was slow and awkward from all the alcohol in his system. His rage blinded him from seeing the kid's smirk.
When the man was right in front of Jaune he lashed out with a punch, the boy's smirk never disappeared as his hand shot out and deflected the punch away, this made the man stumble. Jaune was of course prepared and his other hand struck its target.
The adult collapsed on his stomach in pain and Jaune stepped on his head for good measure.
Jaune had a smug grin.
'Heh, see that Grandpa? I don't need you to teach me for me to help someone out.'
At least that was what he thought until a fist punched him straight on the nose making him fall.
"You little b-bastard, you'll pay for that. Cus' of you our prey ran off!"
The man took out a knife and straddled the kid.
"I can't kill you, but I can at least give you a little gift before I leave."
The man pressed the knife against Jaune's forehead and ever so slowly dragged it down. Jaune struggled with all his might to try to escape, he called out for help, but nobody came.
The weapon inched ever so close to his eye, but then suddenly stopped.
"I think that's enough."
Jaune sighed in relief that the pain would end here.
"Just kidding!"
The knife cut into his eye and went down to the middle of his cheek. The pain was excruciating, it was undescribable to Jaune, which the worst pain he had ever felt was a scrapped knee.
The pain was too great for him and he fell unconscious, but not before seeing his grandfather's figure appear in a blur.
...
Genryusai Yamamoto Shigekuni was not a kind man, far from it in fact. He would do anything in the name of his duty, even commit genocide if he truly had to, but one particular thing that he thought of more highly than his duty was his family. While his wife had passed away a decade ago, he still had his daughter and her children.
He loved all of them, but he always held a special place in his heart for Jaune. The child reminded him of himself as a child, just more naive and childish. And smarter, though he would never admit that.
As such, it pained him to see his grandchild in such pain.
"Have you rested well, child?"
The boy scratched at the edge of the bandages on his face.
"Yeah. I have, why are you asking?"
The old man turned away and walked towards the exit of the hospital room.
"Because tomorrow you begin your physical training."
Jaune's eye lit up in joy.
"Yes, sir!"
