Hello and welcome to my first story on my account in over 4 years, anyways I know that I am bad with some run on sentences and I would appreciate some criticism in the reviews, now this is the first edited version of my chapter one so that it tells a better story and such. Anyways onto the story.

Jaune Arc was an interesting young man to say the least. He was the only son within a long line of famous huntsmen and heroes with Seven siblings to take care of, four of them older than him and only three were younger. It did not help that all his siblings were able to outdo him in every single thing he tried, weather it be swordsmanship, running or performing first aid. It seemed to him like he was constantly in the shadow of them, and while the young blond longed to be huntsmen, a hero like his ancestors before him, much to his parent's displeasure,. His parents had always tried to dissuade him from the career choice. Knowing that while their son had the right attitude for the job, he had nothing else and might not come home.

With this in mind, the young man grew up always training himself in the physical sense to get the better of his sisters. Hoping that hard work and determination would pay off in the end but it never seemed to, the young man's burning passion for justice was constantly met with a pouring rain of disappointment to try and quench it. However Jaune did not let the rains dissuade him in the slightest. One night while sitting in bed he was thinking to himself how to make himself better, and that is where Jaune's true strength started to kick in. He was not the best on the physical side of things, however his mind was sharper than almost anyone else in the family. It was built to be that of a tactician's. The idea of aura popped into his head then his parents had tried to keep it secret from him in hopes that it would help steer him clear of being a huntsmen. His sisters, on the other hand, did no such thing. He had learned from them that it was like a shield and could be used to enhance the body but only minorly and was never used offensively outside of sembalences. Still the idea burned in his mind after that and he got out of bed, grabbing a spare notebook he had he started to write down his plans for what he would do here, he would find a way to weaponize and use the essence of his very soul in order to fulfill his dream of becoming a hero. No matter what people said about him nothing would dissuade him from doing this. The clouds of disappointment and despair that were constantly battering his need to be one started to part slowly as a light of hope shone through in this way.

Jaune stayed up late into the night as he worked on his notes, developing small little theories on what he could do with the aura. Eventually he realized that he could not test out any of them without any aura of his own to work with. So, he closed his notebook for now before heading off to bed. The next morning he woke up and headed down to the dining room with a purpose. His folks greeted the young man as he sat down at the table, internally debating how he should ask this. He decided that it would be best to just come out with it. "Hey mom, dad? When can I unlock my aura?"

Gelb Arc almost choked on his coffee when his son had brought it up and silently cursed under his breath, he knew that this would have come eventually. He just did not want to deal with crushing his son's hopes so soon. "Son... We have decided to not unlock your aura because... Your mother and I really hope you do not become a huntsmen. The job is too dangerous for a fragile young man like you and unlocking your aura will... It will only give you false hope."

Jaune himself sighed some, he had expected this somewhat. He knew that his parents never believed in him and probably never would, however that did not stop the tears of sadness from stinging his cheeks though as it sunk in. His parents refused to let him become a huntsmen no matter what, and while he had a counter argument against his father's reasoning, Jaune just stood up and rushed out the door silently. Not wanting to talk to them, Jaune ran through the small island of patch. He did not care where he was going as he ran. When he finally stopped he was panting from exhaustion. Jaune then looked around to see where he was and Signal academy loomed in the distance, it was the largest building on the island so he was not surprised. Still it seemed like the school was there and taunting him. He would never be able to apply to it now that his parents had announced their active disapproval. He grumbled to himself for a bit before he started walking again, not looking where he was going again as he just needed some space. His walking stopped when he bumped into something and fell to the ground, giving a small curse as he fell and while pulling himself up. The young man saw what he had ran into, a small girl who was about two years younger than him and wearing a red hood