Lazy afternoon were Jaune's respite. The baby was asleep, the kids in school and all the chores have been completed. Jaune dare say he earn a beer and a nap in his hammock beneath his favorite tree.
Somewhere along the line that was his life Jaune grew attached to this feeling. Running out of things to do in a lazy afternoon. It brought nostalgic feeling of his childhood, to a time before the the wars or huntsman missions.
Today was the perfect day for it too. It was sunny, and the light sound of the neighbors music lulled him into closing his eyes while masking the sounds of the distant city. Soon Jaune found himself drifting to that realm of sleep.
His Well deserved rest was cut short. He ripped from his sleep sometime later when metallic crash reverberated through his entire home. Jaune was nearly knocked off his hammock when he heard that.
Jaune's break was confirmed to be over when he soft whines and cries of his youngest could be heard from the house. No doubt she too was startled by the crash.
Jaune already knew what the all too familiar crash was. So Jaune made his way upstairs, instead heading to the basement where the sound originated.
When he enter the nursery he found his little girl was wailing away on her cradle.
"Summer~" Jaune said trying to sound reassuring As he picked up his crying red headed princess. He rocked her slowly and methodically in his arms until the sounds of her anguish subsided. Summer was a delicate one that was for sure, she wasn't as hyper as the others had been and cried a lot more as well. He tended to dote on her more because of that.
"You must have been so scared…" Jaune spoke to the little girl in his arms. "They are so rude for waking us up…"
Summer giggled.
With his youngest in his arms Jaune made his way to basement, the source of the disturbance.
Long ago he had turned the basement into a training hall that his wife had filled with training weapon, all manner of swords, axes,polearms, blunt weapons galore and even shurikens that she hastily forged after watching some ninja movie years ago. All members of the house, deemed old and responsible enough, could come down here to practise with a mirriad of weapon type.
It had become an increasingly common happening that when a certain two of his children went in there they always managed to knock over the precarious weapons rack that hed all of his wife's creations. The blades on the floor as he walked in all but confirmed his suspicions.
The floor look like a storm of knives had rolled through some had even embedded themselves on the hardwood flooring, something that would he would have to dealt with later. On the eyes of this tornado of two blonde figures, perfect still like statues. Jaune waited for a moment just to see if the two teens had anything to say for themselves.
"Hi… dad." The boy, his eldest, spoke.
"Hey uncle Jaune…" The other figure a young lady spoke. She had an equally blonde mane of wild hair that cover all of her back.
"How do you guys manage topple that thing over?" Jaune questioned. "At your age I… nevermind" Jaune was gonna comment of his lack of strength in his youth but then stopped when remembered that he was indeed seventeen when he held up a charging nuckelavee.
"It was Galahad's fault!" The girl said.
"What?! you knocked it over!" The boy said.
"You pushed me onto it." She retorted.
Meanwhile the now wide awake Summer in Jaune's arms started to squirm looking at the floor. It was a sign that she wanted to be let down. But who would let a baby wander around a flood littered with sharp metallic objects big and small? Jaune instead began to distract by lightly rocking her again.
"What are you kids doing here? Shouldn't you still be in signal?" Jaune asked.
"Today was a half day." Said the boy, Galahad Arc, was almost the spitting image of his father at his age if a bit more muscular than Jaune was back then. By far the biggest differentiating feature that prove you were not talking to sixteen year Jaune Arc was eye color. Where Jaune's eyes were a deep blue Galahad had vibrant green; like sapphires and emeralds.
"Oh, well since you're here… wanna start our sword training?" Jaune asked.
"Sure dad." Galahad said.
"Uh..." Jaune turned to the other teen. Jinsey Xiao Long was being uncharacteristically meek. She was playing with shoulder length hair and averting her gaze from the boy next to her. While he hair was blonde like Jaune's and Galahad's, hers was curly and a far richer shade of yellow than the males with straw colored hair.
"Whats up Jinsey?" Jaune edged on the girl a bit put off by her weird change in attitude.
"Actually, uncle Jaune, I was wondering if could sit in for a few swordplay lessons…" The girl still looked away from Galahad almost as if shielding herself from the sour expression the boy's face.
"What happen to learning hand to hand with grampa?" The boy asked with a deepened frown.
"I think I wanna use swords…" She deflected.
"Dad is busy he can't just start training you this late. Beacon is in a year!" Galahad said. An all too convenient excuse, never the less Jinsey deflated.
"That's not true Gal." Jaune said. "What's one more student?"
"But dad…" Galahad interjected.
"It's fine Gal. She isn't gonna take away from your training. Beside it's good to have multiple teacher, your mom is teaching you two how to shoot a gun isn't she?" Jaune, excited at the idea of passing on his sword skill, had a goofy smile in is face. Not at all unsimilar from the goofy grin on Jinsey's face.
"Fine…!" Galahad relented. "Next thing you know Prim is gonna come whining to join in too."
" I think your mother wants that honor." Jaune said.
The Now beaming Jinsey Jumped into the hair pumping her fist in victorious glee. Her enthusiasm was seemingly contagious as the young Summer giggled along with her cousin. That was right before she almost slips on a shuriken that laid discarded by her foot.
"When do we start?!" She asks excitedly.
Right after you clean up this mess…" Jaune said as he carried Summer u the stairs. "And make sure to pick up the shuriken! Getting tossed on the floor is the closest they've come to being used in years."
And that a wrap I've had this idea for a while and I didn't really know what to do with so I just wrote it down. I write very sporadically. I start something then i start a finish a million others things before i ever feel like getting back around to that first thing. I know this is fluffy as hell but I think I needed this. We just don't get enough lancaster Here in FF so im contributing to the library of works more actively from now me what you think leave a review.