The White Rooks

Jaune

Note: This story will be more about Team JNPR so hopefully you RWBY fans will still enjoy it. Just note that none of this has been revealed and some of this will not go according to the show.

Jaune quietly sneaked over to the door of his father's room. He could overhear his father and grandfather discussing things about Jaune.

"He's not ready."

"Come on! I know my son. He'll surprise you when he gets the chance."

"I don't like it. He has no fighting experience and just doesn't even seem like that kind of boy."

These words were like daggers to his heart. His ancestors were all great warriors and to hear them say that, just demoralized him. But, he came up with a plan.

He ran to his computer and starting searching for old transcripts and tutorials on amazing fighters in history. He devoted his whole to understanding the art of battle. Whenever anyone banged on his door, he ignored them. Being a warrior has always been his dream, but he's never done anything to show it. He studied and studied until his eyes could stay open any longer.

As the next day came around, he checked what he did the day before. He didn't realize that he made up his own application to Beacon Academy with the admission ticket. What have I done? He started to panic. Why did I do that, I can't fight. I don't even have a weapon. Wait, they probably won't even except me. Yes! I have nothing to worry about.

A couple of weeks went by and Jaune was finally relieved about the whole Beacon situation. He decided to check his computer for any updates on his subscription of Warrior Monthly. As he went though his things, he saw that he had an unread email. It was from Beacon. No. Why would they send me something? He clicked on the email, which read,

Dear Jaune Arc,

The administration at Beacon Academy have read through your application and are interested in having you attend our prestigious academy. All the information needed to start your preparation are in the link down below. We are anxious to have you at our academy. Thank you and see you this year.

-Beacon Academy Administration

His jaw dropped to the floor. THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE. This must be a prank because I know I couldn't of gotten into Beacon. He reviewed his "fake" transcript carefully. Rank 1 in my class. Outstanding swordsmanship. Fast, smart, and adaptable. I must of been more awake that night than I remember.

"Hey Jaune, I was just wondering what you wanted to eat... Are you okay?"

Jaune chuckles, "I got into Beacon Academy."

"What?! Why didn't you tell anyone. I'm so proud of you. You know what? I'm going to give my sword." His father runs to get his sword to present to Jaune.

"This sword has been through everything. Your grandfather used it to fight in the war and I use it all the time, but now, it's time for you to use it. Take it."

"No dad, I can't."

"Of course, you can. Take it." being more assertive.

"Alright. Are you sure?"

"Yes Jaune, you deserve it."

Jaune took the sword without question, but became really nervous as he said that. "You deserve it." He headed to his room in silence. What have I gotten myself into? He looked at the information for the first day of school.

"All that is needed for your first day is yourself, your weapon, and your skill."

Again, Jaune was haunted by what was happening. Skill? I have none. Uuhhh! What do I do?

All week, Jaune spent his days in room in agony. Everyone in his family were all concerned about him. They would always knock on his door, but he would just tell them to leave. He didn't know what to do except to wait for the first day of school