Dale Village had always been a beauty to behold, even to young 10-year-old Jaune Arc. Unfortunately, the village was near to Vale Kingdom to the point where the buildings could be seen.

It was normal for Jaune to be fascinated by the view of Vale. Skyscrapers so high that one can simply touch the sky. The light radiated from it during nightfall. The scenery made Jaune momentarily forgot that the world was full of monsters.

Jaune just watched and fantasized his life living there under the shade of his large family tree. He wished his father would decide to move there, then maybe he can be trained to be a Huntsman considering Dale Village didn't have any combat school.

However, he knew his dad loved the village too much to move.

"Hey, Jaune!"

He looked back to see his best friend walking over to his spot; Cardin Winchester. Cardin was a city boy and they're similar in age. Currently, he was staying with both Jaune and his dad because his parents had work-related issue and needed to be in Mistral. He had been staying for about a month and during that, he and Jaune had become closer.

Cardin took a spot right next to him and joined in on the city gazing.

"Awesome, right?" Cardin asked with a huge smile on his face.

He looked over to him and looked back, "Yeah."

The silence that came after was comforting. They were at peace with one another with smiles on their faces.

"You know today I'm going back right?"

Upon hearing that question Jaune started to frown. It was so happy a second ago and now it's all gloomy.

"… Yeah, I know," he answered dejectedly.

"Come on, man. Don't give me that. It's not like I'm moving to Mistral," Cardin joked but it had no desired effect on Jaune.

"But then we won't see each other much again," Jaune pouted.

Cardin stayed silent for a while until his eyes widened as if he just had a bright idea.

"How about this, then? We make ourselves a promise!" he offered to Jaune with a bright smile on his face.

"A promise?" Jaune looked back to Cardin.

"We'll train ourselves from now on! We'll both sign up for combat school at Vale and then go straight to Beacon!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

"You know we need to get our Semblances first before signing up, right?" Jaune questioned. One of the terms to enroll in a combat school was one needed to have a Semblance. "Also, Beacon is like the hardest academy to get into."

"I-I know that! T-that's why we'll train from now so that we'll get our Semblances before we reach 12!" he stuttered.

"13."

"Whatever! Are you in or not?!" Cardin reached out his hand with a pout on his face.

Jaune giggled at his face before standing up and grabbed his hand with his own.

"It's a promise."

O - O - O - O - O

Swing!

A slash of a sword.

Swoosh!

A block of a shield.

Step! Step!

2 steps backward.

Huff… Huff…

17-year-old Jaune Arc panted after an hour of practicing at his family's courtyard. While he was practicing, he reminisced the promise he made with Cardin 7 years ago.

His mop of blonde hair was messy from the sweat. His body shone and if he were to wear his t-shirt, it would drench in sweat. His short was a bit safe on that department but still heavy from absorbing too much water. His shoes were the cleanest… For some reason.

He shook his head, trying to pull away from that depressing thought. Unfortunately, the more he tried, the more that thought lingered.

Trying to forget a broken promise was harder than he initially thought.

Is it because the Beacon's entrance exam is around the corner?

Beacon Academy, one of the most prestigious Hunter Academy in Remnant. Once entered, career guaranteed.

The academy we promised to go.

He gripped his hair in frustration. Why does everything go back to that?!

"Jaune."

He heard his name being called. He turned around to see his 44-year-old father, Jackson Arc, holding a bottle of water and a cup of, possibly, coffee.

His father had the same features as him, albeit a bit different. His blonde hair was shoulder-length. His eyes were the same shade as Jaune if a bit jaded. The only difference in appearance was that his dad had a beard.

He wore a plain dark grey henley, a pair of black cargo pant and a nice pair of military boots.

"Come on, you've been at it for about an hour. Rest," he stated with a displease expression.

He walked towards his father and they sat on a bench they made under their large family tree. His dad handed over the bottle of water.

"Thanks, Dad," Jaune gulped down the content of the bottle. Thirsty.

After finishing his drink in one go, the father-son duo sat quietly with his father sipping coffee now and then. Silence was their friend until his dad started talking.

"You know, I can always call your aunt. Maybe she'll find a way to get you into Beacon?" his father offered.

His father knew how much Jaune wanted to be a Huntsman, which was why he trained him for 7 years to begin with. His father also knew how devastated Jaune had been when he didn't get into any combat school. All because of his lack of Semblance.

"Nah, I don't want to trouble Aunt Glynda," she mentioned how her job deprived her of her beauty sleep. If he was added into the equation, she'll be a zombie.

"You know full well your aunt won't mind, right?"

"Even then, Beacon still can't accept me," Jaune looked downward dejectedly. Even if the rule seemed stupid to Jaune, it was still a rule.

His father sighed and bent down, "Why can't my Semblance be Hereditary? At least then I know you'll have a Semblance from the get-go."

He tapped his father on his back. He looked back to his son, who had a sad smile on his face.

"It's okay, Dad. Besides, even if I can't get into Beacon, I can still work as a smith with you," Jaune tried to comfort his father.

"Then, you're not living your dream," no matter how many time Jaune tried to deny him, he knew deep down, his father was right and being a smith wasn't his dream. Saving people, hunting monsters, that's the business he wanted to be a part of.

"You know as well as I do, Dad," Jaune sighed before gazing the city ahead. "Some dreams aren't meant to come true."

Silence returned and it stayed for a while.

Jaune didn't want to sadden his father but he just wanted to let it go. It's been like this ever since he couldn't go to combat school. Jaune already accepted his impossible dream, why can't his father?

He appreciated his father optimism and he wished his optimism was on that level as well. Unfortunately, being optimistic wouldn't escape reality.

"Let's go to Vale tomorrow."

Jaune swore he had whiplash from how fast he turned his head towards his father, shocked and confusion.

"Why?" Jaune asked, suspicious of his father's sudden… request? Order?

"Just cause you can't get into combat school or Beacon, doesn't mean we can't visit Vale," he got up and started walking towards the house. Before he opened the door, he looked back towards his son and smiled brightly, "Besides, I want to spend some time with my son!"

He walked inside and shut the door.

Jaune sighed with a smile. Guess I'm going to Vale then… At least, Dad will be happy.

O - O - O - O - O

"Did you know that Johnson's dog got stuck inside the top of the chimney?"

"Really? Again?"

Both Arc family members were riding the train towards Vale while conversing themselves in some topics from the village to waste some time.

Jaune was wearing a nice black hoodie, a pair of dark wash jeans and a pair of sneakers. His father was wearing another set of henley, jeans matching Jaune's and a pair of boots.

Despite his unenthusiastic feeling to visit Vale, he would accompany his father no matter what. Besides, if he didn't go, his father would go pouty on him.

Sometimes, I wonder who's the father and who's the son.

He did wonder as to what his father was going to do once they arrive. Shopping? Sight-seeing? Hamburger? He wished it was Hamburger. He loved Hamburger.

"Dad, what are we gonna do when we got there?" he asked.

"First, Hamburger!" YES!!! "Then, we're gonna visit your Aunt!" he exclaimed. Jaune paled at that statement.

"Wait!" he shouted, causing people to look over to them, some shocked and some annoyed. "You wanna make a surprise visit to Aunt?"

"Yeah! Why?" his father tilted his head, confused.

"You know she doesn't like surprise, right?" Jaune questioned. The 40-year-old Glynda Goodwitch wasn't one for surprise because then everyone would see her shocked expression. While it was cute, the glare that came after wasn't.

"Of course, I know that!" his father seemed surprised he would question that. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't."

"You got a death wish, Dad" Jaune deadpanned.

"Nah, she wouldn't dare kill me," his father confidently said. "Besides, your mother had been doing it since your aunt was in diapers."

"Because they're sisters!"

"And I'm her brother-in-law," he crossed his arms with a content smile. Jaune got tired of arguing with his father. He knew it was futile.

However, it was fun having to argue with his father. Reminded him of a time when his father was a bit laid back before that happened.

He shook his head. No point in being depressed, he needed his father to know he was happy being here with him.

Happy thought! Happy thought! Hamburger! HAMBURGER!!!

The moment the train arrived, they walked towards Hamburger. The best hamburger restaurant in the entirety of Remnant! No place could come close to it!

To Jaune, at least.

He walked behind his father with a bit of spring in every step he took. Hamburger had that effect on him.

He walked beside an electronic store when a screen caught his attention. It was Lisa Lavender on VNN again.

Talking about Beacon.

"… Beacon's Entrance Exam will be open in 2 months to all applicants from Vale, Mistral, Atlas and Vacuo. About 1400 participants were estimated to take the exam but only 100 people will be entering Beacon. To all young aspiring Huntsmen and Huntresses, we, at VNN, wished you all the best…"

2 months.

Jaune became dejected once again upon hearing the news. How did everywhere he go, there will be some sort of coincidences where he was reminded of his promise with Cardin. It was as if the world enjoyed toying with him and he was its chew toy. Truly the world was an unforgiving place.

"C-come on, Jaune… Don't be down just cause you hear… some sad news about not being able to enter Beacon. I-I mean it's not like you can't cause you got every reason to be. It's just that… I think I'll shut up now," his father tried to lift some of the sadness out of his son but to no avail.

At this point, Jaune was too gloomy to think happy thoughts. Not even Hamburger can help.

"I-it's okay, Dad," Jaune had a sad smile on his face. His father expression was that of concern.

"Look, Jaune-"

BOOM!

His father was interrupted when an explosion erupted in front of them. They looked over to where the explosion happened and what they saw was shocking to them both.

A giant mechanized battle suit which took about two lanes of the road. Its giant arms were mounted with cannon, clearly the cause of the explosion not 5 seconds ago. Its legs were equal in size in order to support it. The cockpit could be seen by many and only one pilot seemed to be in it.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! DIE!!!"

And clearly the pilot wasn't sane.

Whether the pilot was sane or not, it didn't matter. What matter was he's causing destruction and the people around Jaune were in extreme danger.

"Jaune! We need to save these people lest they get blown to pieces by that robot!" his father was already on the move. Even if his father didn't say anything, he knew what he had to do.

He started running towards the place of impact, a Dust store. He entered the remaining of the store and looked around for any survivors. All the while, the robot started causing another explosion.

"…help…"

It was low but to Jaune it was booming. He strode towards the source of the voice.

A little girl.

She was unconscious. He looked over the girl and found scrapes on her body. None of it was deep but it was enough for her to start bleeding to death. He looked to his right and saw 2 corpses, under rubbles and blood were spilled everywhere.

The smell started to get into his nostrils, and he could feel his stomach twisting.

"HAHAHAHAHA!!! DIE, YOU LITTLE PIECES OF SHIT!!!" the pilot screamed as he exploded yet another store.

He wanted to puke but he held it in. No, he needed to carry this girl to safety, and he couldn't do that if he was throwing up his breakfast.

He carried the little girl in his arms and started running out of the store. The robot was still shooting cannons at anything he deemed pleased, so he ran the opposite direction.

He found a man that had a plus arm band with people being treated behind him. Medic! And they're early for once!

"Are you okay, kid-"

"No time! Take this kid! She got scrapes on her! I'm going to find more!" before the medic could respond, Jaune was already running towards the other stores that the robot destroyed.

Rubbles, fire, debris, broken glass, people screaming, running for their lives.

Today was supposed to be a relaxing day for Jaune and his father, but it turned out to be a disaster.

"DESTROYING STUFF FEELS SO GODDAMN GOOD!!!" another store exploded.

He found a woman, about the same age as his father, with her back on a flipped car.

"…help I can't move my leg…"

Jaune examined her leg and found out that her leg was twisted in an uncomfortable way. A broken leg.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I'm here right now. Everything's gonna be okay," Jaune reassured her and started picking her up.

"…sorry…"

"There's nothing to be sorry about," he smiled at her. "I'll get you to safety."

Jaune started running towards the medic he gave off the little girl not too long ago.

He put down the woman so that the medic could check up on her and then, he started running back towards the scene only to be stopped dead on his track.

His father was underneath a rubble, a big one at that, and there seemed to be a little kid trying to move it.

He ran towards his father in panic and saw the robot had its arm raised towards his father and the little kid.

"Aww~ That's so sweet," the pilot cooed in a sadistic way.

No.

"You know what's even more sweet?" the pilot started chuckling.

No!

"YOU BOTH DEAD!!!" the cannon on the robot's arm started heating up.

NO!!!

Jaune activated his Aura on his legs and started sprinting!

He saw his father eyes. They were almost closed.

He started to gain even more speed!

He jumped towards the robot. Higher than he had ever jumped before!

"YOU WANNA DIE TOO?!?!" the pilot looked back at him with a murdering smile.

He pulled back his right arm.

He focused all his Aura in his arm.

At that moment, everything around him went silence and as if time itself had momentarily slowed down.

He felt a surge on his right arm. A surge of power! A surge of victory!

He could feel his Aura but at that moment, it was more than what he used to. It was if his Aura was amplified! Boosted!

At that moment he knew, he was the winner.

BOOM!!!

A straight punch of power, sending the robot to the sky! The impact around him was powerful! The nearby stores' windows shattered, cracks on various walls. The air from the punch sent nearby vehicles and even people back.

A crater was left from the punch where the robot used to be!

Jackson Arc looked shocked on the damaged his son had inflicted. He turned to see his son standing and he could feel his eyes tearing up upon seeing the sight.

Even with a broken arm, his son was standing tall. Proud and tall.

O - O - O - O - O

Hello!

This is my first story I had ever wrote in which I felt like I wanted to publish it. This story was inspired by My Hero Academia, obviously. I also gonna take some of the elements from not just the series, but also other series and twists it around to my liking like the broken body parts after a Smash.

Clearly you can see my writing skill isn't that good, not being a native English speaker and all. I tried to make the ending punch to be dramatic, but I don't know how it turned out. So that was the best I could do. Had any criticism? Please by all means, leave a review. Criticism is always welcome.

I will try to update quickly but, unfortunately, I have a record to be quite lazy. So, don't expect me to update as frequently. It could range from once a week (If I forced myself) to once a month.

Thank you for reading.