The amount of times i've rewritten and published this story is countless at this point, but now I feel more confident in this story and hope to continue and finish it, if any of you have ever read any of my other stories then rest assured that I am working on the chapters for them. It will take time but I have not left it and forgotten about it.

So, enjoy the story!

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The sound of wood being split echoed through the emerald forest, grunting and footsteps followed behind the sound, a lone cabin sat in the the middle of the many tress with smoke coming from the chimney, and a man is seen chopping wood outside with a hefty ax. The man himself was tall and had a lean muscular build, his long and wild blonde hair mixed with his large and shaggy beard gave the man a lumber jack look. His plad button up shirt was tucked into his pants and his sleeves were rolled up, showing his forearms, denim jeans covered his lower body, and steel toed boots protected his feet.

He swung and chopped the wood like he had been doing it his whole life, each time the log would split he would grab a new one and do it again, his blue eyes stared at with at it with a concentrated look, his face scrunching up each time the ax impacted the log.

After a while of chopping the man laid down the ax and picked up the pieces of wood before heading inside his cabin, the door swung open and the rusty hinges squeaked painfully as it opened. The man stepped in side and placed the pieces next to his chimney, the fire that was already burning was almost dying out, taking a piece of the newly chopped wood he threw it into the fire to help reinvigorate it once more. The cabin itself didn't hold much, a shelf filled with an assortment of books ranging from comic books to fantasy and Remnant fairy tales books, a bed that could only fit one person, a drawer to keep the man's clothes, a cupboard to store spices , and a small box that kept all the food the man ate.

There was also a wardrobe that was locked and chained up for some reason, it was covered in a lot of scratch marks and dust, showing that it hasn't been touched for years. The man took a bottle that was filled with a strange liquid and opened it with a pop, taking a sip he slowly flowed and coughed a bit, letting the strong and bitter taste of the liquid settle before taking another sip. It was alcohol, a kind that the man favoured over the others.

This was just another day for the man named: Jaune Arc.

A former Hunstman and team leader of JNPR during his time in Beacon, he was once a young teen, socially awkward teen who wanted to be a hero and protect others, but when the Fall of Beacon happened after the Vytal Festival, everything came crashing down. It was a day he wanted to forget but couldn't because of one person that sacrificed herself to try and stop it from happening, his partner, Pyrrha Nikos.

Just thinking about her flares his anger and his emotions start to run rampant, if only he was strong enough then probably she would be with him and living a quiet life, but the cruel entity known as destiny had different plans for him and everyone else that had survived. Everything that transpired after what happened, he could barely remember anymore, their trip to Mistral, the reuniting of team RWBY, a kid named Oscar being used as a vessel for Ozpin, during those day's it was as crazy as it got.

Be what they didn't realize was the war that they were marching towards, it was a war against Salem, the mother of all Grimm. A creature of darkness that was once human, he was 20 when the war happened and now he's 38, the war lasted for 10 years and Remnant started to rebuild itself back up 7 years ago. He could remember the countless Grimm that swarmed Vale, the many men and faunas that sacrificed their lives to protect Vale and the people that lived within it. Rest and sleep were a rare thing for a soldier and Huntsman, he spent countless day's and nights fighting non-stop because he and his men knew that if they stopped just for even a second, the Grimm would find an opening and smash their way through.

Shaking away the memories of the past, Jaune stood back up and placed the bottle on the table next to him, he got back up and went to the door of the cabin before opening it. What he didn't expect was for Oscar to be standing there just about ready to knock on his door, Jaune glared at him before sighing and walking past the young headmaster of Beacon.

"What do you want…?" Jaune asked as he picked up the ax that he left laying around outside and placed it where it belonged, Oscar stood there nervously and didn't say a thing.

"Well, what is it? If you're gonna stand there all day without saying a word then its best you leave. Now." Jaune growled as he glanced back to Oscar, the young headmaster shifted and took a deep breath before speaking.

"We…we need your help…Since Beacon is nearly rebuilt we need new teachers to teach the students, the old staff has retired except Miss Goodwitch" Oscar explained, once Jaune heard this he stopped what he was doing and turned towards Oscar, his expression was that of annoyance.

"What makes you think that i'm good enough to teach others?" Jaune asked, Ozpin took over the body of Oscar and looked at Jaune with a serious expression.

"Mr. Arc, you above anyone else, have the most experience on the battle field and combat that rivals even Ms. Rose, your military like tactics and combat awareness has made you a top pick on our list...We knew it would be hard to convince you but please be considerate. You may hate me but for the sake of the new generation, please." Ozpin begged, he wasn't lying about what he said, he out of everyone he does have the most experience when in the thick of battle, his legend of when he battle endless waves of Grimm with his men became a feat of legend among the people of Remnant.

At this point Jaune was really battling with his thoughts and mind, maybe if he did teach then maybe he won't have to let the new generation of Hunstmen experience the mistakes he made, the would be ready for anything and won't have to lose a loved one. He looked over to Oscar/Ozpin and took a deep breath, he didn't to immediately say 'yes' and just be on his way, it has been years since he opened up that old wardrobe and dawned his old armor and weapon.

"I'll think about it…" was all he said as he walked passed Oscar/Ozpin and was about to head back inside.

"Ms. Rose will be teaching at Beacon, as well as your old team mates, Mr. Ren and Ms. Valkyrie, even Ms. Schnee as accepted to join and also Mrs. Belladona, if you accept you can be reunited with them…" Oscar/Ozpin said, Jaune stopped and glanced back at Oscar/Ozpin. He knew that just by saying that he would have a higher chance of him accepting, but it would be nice to see them again, Ruby and her innocent little sister charm, Ren, Nora, Weiss, and Blake. It was tempting but he still had to think over it, agreeing to whatever Ozpin said was just another way of him getting pulled into a storm of problems, looking back, all he did was nodded and went back into his cabin.

His eyes shifted to the old and dusty wardrobe that had been locked up, a whirlwind of emotions swirled in his heart as he looked upon it.

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