A/N: Came out of left field, had to get it out.

Up, down, left, right, parry, block

Up, down, left, right, parry, block

Up, down, left, right, parry, blo-

A resounding clang echoes through the modest backyard as Jaune missed the step and took the blow from the training dummy to the edge of his shield rather than the center. "Darn. Slipped again."

Behind him, rocking back and forth on the rail of his porch, a little blonde haired girl, no more than 6, watches with fascination, her sparkling blue eyes wide. "Daddy, why do you train like this? Didn't you and mommy retire?"

Jaune spins on his heel, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his arm, "Partly because I'm still so used to it, partly because exercise is good for me, and partly so that I can always be ready to protect you, pumpkin." He says pinching her cheek gently.

She swats his hand away while making a little squealing noise, "Daddy, stooop!" Her words showed annoyance but the smile never left her face. "What if I learn to fight and protect myself?"

Jaune's smile only widens, "Well then, that just makes you doubly protected."

"Yeah! I'm gunna be a Huntress just like you and Mommy!" She pauses for a moment, "Daddy?"

He looks up as he unstraps the shield, "Yes muffin?"

"When I was visiting Grandpa, I told him how I was gunna learn to be a Huntress and fight with the Hair-loom weapons like you and he laughed and patted me on the head, saying 'girls don't get to use Croshea Mores. Only boys can.' and then gave me a cookie and told me not to tell you... oops."

The mid thirties ex-hunter pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing and muttering, "Dust dammit Dad..." before looking up to his precious daughter. "That's not true at all pumpkin. Most kids these days make their own weapons to really fit who they are."

"But I wanna be like you and Mommy!"

He holds up his hands in defense. "Hey, hey, if you want to use this old thing, you are more than welcome to. I'd be happy to teach you."

"Now!?" She shouts, bouncing a little.

"Sure, now."

"Eeeeeeeeeee!" The little girl squeals as she runs up and hugs her sweaty father, who pats her on the head, hugging her back. "YAY!"

"First though, you need to change into clothes you don't mind getting dirty."

"OK!" She bounds into the modest home to go change, coming out in some worn, hole filled but comfy play clothes.

"Alright, come here." He kneels down, holding out the sword while keeping the shield on his back. "It'll be very heavy for you right now, but if you train with it, it'll feel as natural as an arm. Won't even notice the weight anymore." She reaches out, her eyes wide with excitement. "Both hands muffin, don't want you to hurt yourself." Her small hands wrap around the handle as Jaune holds the blade, "Feel how heavy that is even when I'm still holding it? That's important, this is a dangerous weapon, something that can very easily hurt someone badly. You need to promise you won't hurt anyone with it, OK."

She looks up from the blade and into her fathers electric blue eyes, "OK Daddy. I promise."

He nods. "Alright, I'm trusting you here. Do you wanna try holding it by yourself?"

She nods again.

"Plant your feet, this will be very heavy, but don't worry, I'll be right here."

She nods somberly, her cute face trying to look serious, as she stomps one foot down then the other.

Jaune's hand leaves the blade, still hovering nearby though as it wobbles a little, his daughter grunting and struggling to hold the large sword. Her face scrunches up and the sword stops wobbling, her body glowing a little and the sweat already showing on her face. "You've got a lot of Aura already, sweety." His smile is warm as he nods. "You get it from daddy." Jerking a thumb into his chest, he gives a cheesy grin.

"huff This is... huff... hard daddy. You make it look so... huff... easy."

"Lots of practice and a lot of good friends back in the day."

"I... puff... I wanna swing it!" She toddles forward a little, stomping one foot in front of the other towards the training dummy. "I'm gunna be strong like Mommy and Daddy."

The knight's eyes widen a little at his daughter's conviction before softening into warm pride. "That's my girl!" He walks right next to her, "I believe in you."

With another struggling step, the sword never wavering more than a few degrees in her glowing hands, she stands before the dummy and cries out in what she may have thought was a war cry but came out as the cutest, high pitched battle squeal, swinging the heavy metal downward into it.

Her cut is shallow as it thunks into the wooden dummy, but it is enough to leave the sword stuck for her, even as she tugs at it, panting wildly from the exertion.

"Nye grrr raaaa... it won't come out... "

Jaune's heart however, almost can't take it as his heart swells with pride, kneeling down and clapping for her. "Good job sweety."

"But I can't get it out..."

"That means you hit hard enough to get it stuck. That shows strength that I sure didn't have when I was your age."

"Really?!" Her eyes sparkle as the smile returns.

"Really. I'm proud of you." He grabs her in a squealing hug, standing up and shaking her around a bit "Rrrrr, cuddle monster!"

She holds her hands like she did with the sword, swinging the invisible weapon at him. "Yah! I slay the cuddle monster and save the town!"

Jaune lets her go, stumbling back woodenly, "Oh no, I have been defeated by the great Arc household. Nooooooo!" And he falls to the ground, "bleh." and sticks his tongue out.

She climbs on top of him, holding her invisible sword high in one hand. "I am the hero!"

"The monster's brother arises!" Jaune's hands shoot to her sides, tickling her ferociously and making her break down into fits of giggles.

The two tumble around the yard playing. 4 monsters in, they both collapse on the thick grass, panting and giggling.

"I can't wait to be a Huntress daddy!"

"Happy to hear that pumpkin. We'll get you a smaller weapon made sometime soon so you can practice your way up to Crocea Mors, if you want." He rolls onto his side to better see his daughter, who is staring up at the passing clouds.

"Yeah!"

The clouds float by for a few minutes before a small male voice calls out from the fence. "Joan, hey Joan! Wanna play?"

Her little body immediately perks up and she squirms to her feet. "Yeah! Coming!" She turns and waves, "Bye daddy, I'm gunna go play with Garnet."

He waves back, a fatherly smile on his face. "Have fun muffin."

Jaune watches as his daughter runs into the house so she can go out the front and play with the neighbor boy.

His eyes close for just a moment as a small breeze ruffles the grass, washing over him, until a female voice breaks him from his thoughts.

"She'll be a great Huntress some day."

"Of course she will, she's our daughter after all!" He sighs, "She's growing up fast though hun. I can teach her about fighting, but what about when boys start to be a thing to her."

"I think I can teach her to handle boys, I got you after all didn't I Mr. Oblivious?"

The two share a good laugh as another happy day for the Arc household passes by.

A/N: I leave who the mother is to your own imaginations and preferences my dear readers. May the night see you safe and the dawn greet you kindly.

Editor's notes: Child has light blue, "electric" eyes... who has light blue eyes? Weiss Schnee! White-Knight is canon!