AUTHORS NOTES: this idea just came to mind after watching HTTYD for the hundredth time an realized hiccop an jaune had lots in common so why not! .

Jaune arc

alot of things could be said about him, not alot he would brag or be too proud about sadly.

He would like to think that him faking his way into arguably the most prestigious hunters academy in reminant with the intent of becoming a great hero Who protected the people an become a legend like his dad, grandfather ,his father an father before that was an amazing idea. An he still did.

At first, for the first few minutes, it didn't take more than a day to realize he was WAY in over his head when compairing his once normal every day life to this 4 year long death sentence he had gotten himself into .It was only the start of the end of the first week here an he already felt like his poor body an mind were both being pushed far an beyond his limits as he tried his damnedest everyday to atlest make it LOOK like he knew what he was doing durring training battles an that one spare he was forced to have with Nora. His back still hurt when she slammed him into the wall using her monster strength, the sad part is ren off handedly said she was holding back, yeah Ren before the "fight" had warned her that they Couldn't afford aways paying for any repairs for any walls she Would knock over if she went all out like usual,that just hurt whatever pride jaune had left in himself,he got beat up by a girl who held back .

Luckily for jaune his peers just contributed his lose to him not being a hand to hand fighter as he used a sword an sheild where as Nora's sembalance gave her the obvious advantage in the no weapons fight on his third day here, hell the only reason he only got the wind knocked out of him an not broken ribs was because of this oversized aura,it was literally all he had going for him an was only thing keeping him from passing out from over taxing himself while trying to keep up with the prodigy Grimm killing students around him who's young skills looked legendary compaired to his.

Seriously the level of epicness he saw during initiation when team RWBY took on the nevermore looked like something out a video game!,he still got chills when he thought about it,an they were only freshman,oum knows what types of monsters in human form were in the upper classmen.

Thank oum pyrah unlocked his aura!,without it he would of been kicked out days ago.. .and in the emergency room with a full body cast, sigh.

Now jaune knew it was only a matter of time before people started asking him questions like, 'how can you have such high remarks on your transcripts an yet have a far far below performance in class?',or 'what training school did you graduate from? ',or finally his biggest fear of all that they could ask, 'what's your parents number ?,I would like to speck with them about your failing grades',jaune would sooner wear a dress to class for a month than let his parents ever find out where their run away "rebel" son had gone off to after emptying his college found to pay for tuition at beacon ,if he spent what was left of it wisely he could stretch his savings for a year(minus the money he spent on that cool game console he saw in a gaming store while coming to vale) his parents would never buy or for him back home , which by the way, it did not rot my brain mom!.

Anyway knowing that his act could not last forever jaune took it apon himself to pull extra hours after class to try training himself from the memories of the few times he saw his father do it years ago back home as a small child, as you can probably figure out, two sleepless nights of him swinging his family sword around on the school roof didn't amount to much aside from bags under his eyes the next day as he spent most of the time trying not to fall asleep in class, after all he had a fake image as a model student to keep up.

Him,a model student ?,man he really lied his ass off in his fake transcripts,he made it sound like he was a A+ Student with a golden recor1...hahaha!,please ,in his last highschool he bearly maintain a C- average ,while at beacon most of the time he just copied pyrah's homework to get good marks, something the goddess of victory was shocking okay with,yup she was fully in the green with him blatantly cheating off her hard work, hell even going as far as doing it for him!, man did he luck out on partners or what !.

Pyrah must of been the nicest girl ever to do this for a guy she just meet a week ago, the entire time he passed off all home work asignments to her he never noticed how her cheeks would turn pink every time he thanked her, "n-no problem jaune, partners help each other all the time " she would always ways say while averting eye contact for a moment .

That pretty much took care of his written asignments but his practical ones were a whole other thing, yes his fight an crushing lose against Nora was so far his only spare here at beacon but he knew that it would just be the start of a long an humiliating cycle of getting his ass handed to him over an over again by the whole student body an then it would just be extremely obvious that jaune arc was no hunter in training much less beacon material.

This realization had left jaune desperate an scared for his future as both a student an team leader, he NEEDED to get stronger fast an his half assed self training wasn't cutting it anymore an he no way of asking the teachers for guidance without exposeing himself, so he was out of options.

That is until an absolutly insane idea came to mind when he was in class yesterday on Friday half listening to professor peter port, a ironically "portly" man with a mustache jaune swore he saw move ramble on an on about some non-sense tale about him in his youth fighting an hoard of Grimm bear handedly while was like 50% sure that the story was either overly modified or was complete bullshit lies to make himself look more impressive to his bearly awake class.

But just before he could drift off to sleepy town an count sheep like the rest of half of the class, the good professor said something that caught his ear, "now remember class even thow many of you have been training since you could walk ,Experience is what truly matters in the art of hunting Grimm, yes you could be a slow learner in spares an class but the enemy isn't each other or your homework (yang snored at that) it is the evil darkness that has plagued mankind since the beginning ,the true monsters that go Bump in the night, the hellions that walk on the world with us, the(blah blah blah)..the GRIMM! "He finally said ending his 10 minute long discription of the universaly hated enemy of all living in reminant, the Grimm, jaune himself had only encountered grimm for the first time a week ago durring the initiation, an my OUM were they scary!,forget the part about somehow surviving being a student in this school, those things were what hauted his dreams the first few days you blame him?, Those red souless eyes an claws,white bone masks that was far too much for normal guy to handle all at once, if he hadn't already made up his mind about seeing his dream of being a hero to the end he would of taken the first bullhead back home to spend the rest of his life curled up under his bed with a nightlight.

"As you all know by now aside from controlled training Fighting an Grimm first hand is the best way for a huntsman to sharpen their growing skill an gain themuch needed experience for future battle with both Grimm an humans, I remember in my day we use to throw kids even younger than all of you, including you miss Ruby ,into the woods to fight Grimm for the first time with nothing but basic weapons such as swords or staffs, nothing like the hightech thingamabobs that you kids brag about everyday" seriously does everything need to be part gun now a days? ,or was he just getting to old to 'get with the times',..nah, its these brats not him.

"As I was saying back then we don't have many institutions such as beacon to be taught how to hunt Grimm an many had to learn on their own threw battling them over an over again to grow in skill, I am a proud example of one of those experience based learners, been fighting grim for a lifetime now,I may not look it now but back in my prime I was quit the beast in battle a real 'boss' as you kids would call it",just when you think your actually learning something in this bore of a class the man goes back to talking nonstop about himself.

For the next half hour the class an a supprizingly awake an focused jaune listened to the man take about the benefits of having a more experience based skill against Grimm instead of a stiffy ingraded trained stance with them, he explained how training from young is very important but at the same time could restrict a hunter to a almost predictable patern of attacks an defends due to them becoming second nature after years of practice while experience based training would give a hunter the natural instinct to sense danger while fighting opponents be it Grimm,human or fenious .the natural ability to predict the enemies movements overtime due to constant life or death situations requiring fast thinking to get out of, he also mentioned much to jaune'a growing interest that this was the fastest way for a fledgling hunter in training to become more skilled against far stronger opponents due to the fight or fight natural instinct promoting the body to produce an release adrenaline into the bloodstream making you far more self aware an increase your reaction time, but port just laughed off any of the students questions asking why they didn't just do that type of training as kids then instead of go to school, "well firstly miss rose as stated before this type of training is done for those without any formal training at a very young age to promote a more natural instinct in fighting Grimm, as you all are now such training wouldnt have that much of an effect, by now you've all gained your own style of form that is ingraded into you mustle memory ,can't really start from scratch now, an as for the second reason-"the professors face went from jolly to seriousness instantly , "in this type of training there is a 80% chances of the children participating being killed by Grimm long before they show any sign of skill"

The classroom had never felt so cold before.

Shacking his head as if getting ride of bad memories professor port continued, "yes, sad fate for many in those days, many children never came back an the one's who did come back half were mentally scared or disfigured beyond healing" he said as for the first time all week his students were all awake in his class hanging onto his everyword.

Why couldn't all classes be like this ?.

"..an for the small handful, the one's who come back with both their sanity an in one piece, I am as I said ...one of the lucky few.."he said with a almost depressed tone which he wiped away quickly with a jolly full belly laugh, "hohoa! ,alright then,that's enough horror stories for now children, now who wants to hear about the time I wrestled a giant death stalker with one arm in a cast after arm wrestling a Ursa major !"he said returning to his jovial voice as all the students groaned as class just went back to being boring again.

The sound of Nora lightly shouting "BOO!" resonated with most of the students as they all pulled out their note books an.. tried to take whatever the hell kind of notes they could gleam from the man's stories .

Meanwhile sitting at his desk jaune had a contemplative look on his face as if he was trying to deside what to do next with his life .

Which is how ended up here in the emrald forest bright an early Saturday morning with his sword an sheild trembling in his hands as he willingly search for Grimm who could easily kill him. ...wait.

Let the record show that jaune arc was determined ,stupid, stupid, Stupid!,but determined .

Why was he doing this ?,because listening to his teacher is bad for his health! .

OK calming down now, jaune was here to fight an kill a Grimm preferably a baby nevermore or a weak beo wolf on it's last legs.

Why? ,for experience of course !,he was tired of getting no where with just self training an knew he needed badly to get better at being a hunter or his childhood fantasy will just come crumbling apart with one more spare, he knew it was dangerous an he was foolish to not tell his team where he was going but what was he going to say really 'hey guy's I've lied to all of you who've put your faith in me as a leader, oum knows why, so I need you all to babysit me while I kill baby Grimm so I can get a little experience at pretending to be a huntsman in training ',yeah he didn't want to have to deal with those looks of dissapointment an possible resentment, so here he was with a on his armour with a shoulder bag containing his lunch a god scroll, ready to take on the world.

Is it bad that he wanted to go home ?

As he mused his inner thoughts he didn't notice wear he was going as he climbed ontop of a huge black bolder to sit down an think over his choices in life.

What was he doing ,out to get himself eaten that's what. Kill a Grimm, him! ,ha!,if it was blind an dumb sure but if not he was screwed...sigh. Maybe his overbearing yet loving parents were rights, maybe...maybe he wasn't ment to be a hun-

"RAAAHH !"

The..hell was tha-

His inner thoughts were cut off again but this time not by a roar but by his entire body being tosted off the "bolder" he was sitting on, landing on his face jaune groaned in pain as he got back to his feet dusting out his now dirty blond hair as he turned around to see what the hell was wrong with his comfortable "bolder",only to freeze stiff like a expertly carved ice statue as he saw the bolder he had been using for the last ten minutes was no rock, it was actually a sleeping Grimm,a Ursa if he remembered correctly from the few times he paid attention in class, who was less than pleased to wake up with some moppy human riding on top of it like some glorified chair.

Jaune arc would like to say his first instinct was to pull out his family sword an battle the beast to death with the skill an grace that would make his ancestors proud. .

Too bad what really happened was him screaming like a overly effeminate little girl as he ran like a bat out of hell with a angry Ursa running after him hell bent on ripping him in half.

Teach him to sit on powerful Grimm while they are sleeping,dumbass.

What happened next was a almost cartoonish while goose chase with jaune using ever trick he knew from years of playing tag with his sister's to try to shack this armored bear off his tail, as a result a full half hour of this madness goes by before the now tired Ursa finally caught up to an cornerd the exhausted young arc at edge of a cliff above the more dense part of the emrald forest which was atlest a 100 foot drop to certain death for any average Joe such as him, he didn't care how much aura he supposedly had, he didn't want to risk dying today making that leap of fate!.

Now if only the Ursa would understand his reluctance to die that day he thought as it growled lowly on all fours as it walked over near him on the Cliff cutting off all his usable escape roots, no more running for him it seems .

Seeing as he had no other choice but to an pull out his sword in his father's poorly copied stance that he had always used during practice an prepared himself as best as his shaking body could for the fight of his life as the Ursa was practically a foot away as it stood up on its back legs infront of him towering over him at a terrifying 9 feet with its front paw raised to slash at him with it's monster like claws but stopped in mid swing as it's ears twitched an its head turned away from the quivering boy to the base of the Cliff edge as it saw what its ears were warming it about, cracks had apeared at the beginning on the long edge due to their combined weight at the tip of it, before jaune even knew what was going on the ground underneath him gave out as he an the Ursa free falled to certain doom, in that moment jaune'a mind went throw a life or death adrenaline rush as his decent to the ground slowed down to a much slower pace, his brain scrambled for ideas on how to survive this an quickly came to the conclusion he needed a landing stratagy pronto, okay one problem.

He had no clue how to do that, while other huntsmen in training landed gracefully durring the initiation he on the other hand flailed in the air like a mad chicken on the hardest drugs, if Pyrah had not intervened he would most likely be in a coffin by now, again best partner ever, but only this time Pyrah wasn't her to save him, she was probably back at their dorm doing something awsome or important like the goddess of victory that she was.

Meanwhile at beacon .

Pyrah was indeed doing something so top secreat she may have to kill any who ever found out.. .she was watching a brand new episode of my little pony on her scroll with her fluttershy plushy close by to "watch "it with her. "I bet jaune would love this isn't that right flutters? ",the plushy said nothing,"no! ,I don't like-like him! ",the childrens toy still said nothing, "oh what do you know about romance anyway your like the ultimate lonly cat lady, only with more than just cats"the plushy was still silent even after than sick burn to the cartoon character it was based off of an just stood there as the 17 year old 4 time champion goddess of victory sang along to the theme song of the childrens cartoon show.

Meanwhile with jaune falling to his doom.

His mind was thinking a mile a a nano second as he was on the tail end of his adrenaline rush as his persepsion of time was starting to speed up again, he was running out of time.

Thinking of nothing else jaunes mind flashed to a scene from a old comic book.

Shifting his position in the air in his last seconds an stabbed his sword into the face of the Cliff wall causing a huge strain on his arms as he held onto the swords grip for dear life with his feet pressed up against the wall grinding down the bottom of his shoes as he slowed down his fall in a matter of seconds .

When he realized he wasn't in mind crippling pain yet from his fiction based plan failing jaune opened his fear shut eyes an saw he was about 3 inches away from the ground an was still on the wall with his sword in a vice grip.

Letting go of his hold jaune landed on his feet perfectly fine.

"I'm alive?. ...,I'M ALIVE!"

HELL YEAH ,suck itl emerald forest jaune arc has concord nature!, an made her his bi-

"RAAAHH!"

"EEEEK !" never mind then.

Jaune's second girlish Shrek that day was caused by the roar of the still alive but horribly wounded Ursa who looked like it had broken both of it's back legs in the fall as it laid their on it's impact crater from its fall moaning in pain unable to move under its own weight .

It roared lowly as it saw jaune the human it was chasing slowly make his way over with his sword drown, it didn't take the brains of a rocket scientist to figure out what he he intended to do with that.

This was it!,this was the big chance he was looking for, a chance to kill a Grimm for the first time, to gain actual experience at being a hunter, it wasn't the epic battle he had always dreamed of an gravity did most of the work but who cared!, a honest to goodness Ursa was going to fall by his blade!.

As he gave himself of inner pep talks about how to proceed with this as he raised his sword to end the Grimm he heard it let out another moan of pain as it's almost fearful red evil eyes stared back at his nervous blue ones.

"...s-stop it" he said to the Grimm as he lowered his sword that all of a sudden felt heavier.

"Your a monster, the bad guy here, I'm.. .I'm a hunter!.. .this is what hero's do. ."he said as if he was trying to convince the Grimm of all things why it needed to die an sounding more an more unsure with every moan of pain it let out.

"Its. ..nothing personal. ..well yeah it.. .kinda is, look I have to kill you OK, I NEED this! "he near shuted at the end as the defeated bear just started back at him with a resigned look as if excepting its fate.

This was right, right? .its not like Grimm had souls or feel?.

"Raah. .."

OK they felt pain but still! ...they were the enemy, 'hesitate an you die',

That's what his dad always said whenever he asked what being a hunter was like. He would always tell him from a veterans bitter point of view to try an persuade him to give up on his dreams of becoming a hunter ,a hero.

An here he was with a golden opertunity to prove he could be a hunter an his damn contiousness was making him hesitate !.

Dropping his sword in frustration jaune groaned into his hands at how stupid he was being, didn't this thing just try to kill him for a half hour?, an here he was feeling sorry for it.

"Raahhharr. .."

"Oh what now, look I'm not a doctor an I don't think vets look at Grimm unless its to dissect them so your on your own here" he said tiredly as the Grimm kept looking at him while moaning in pain .

'Aura is the manifestation of your soul an well as your sheild' he thought as his mind ran back to the things Pyrah told him both durring an after initiation about aura. He didn't know why his mind went back to that, guess his mind just wanted to think about something other than the Grimm infront of him.

It was his soul he remembered an was used as both a force field an a way to heal himself.. .

Wait. ..

Could his aura..., he thought as he looked at the groaning Grimm .heal it?.

Pyrah said healing others with aura was possible but took alot of skill an effort to do as that person's own aura would conflict with the person trying to heal them.

But Grimm had no aura.. .

No, no way was he actually considering this, this was a level of dunce even he was above! .

"..raaahh. .."

Oum dammit !.

'I can't believe I'm doing this I can't believe I'm doing thing, I can't believe in doing this !',those were the thoughts going throw a very nervous jaune arc as he croutched down next to the beaten Grimm with the intent to heal it.

At his close presence the Grimm growled lowly but made no effort to move as doing so only caused it more pain.

"I-it's okay, I'm just going to ah, try something, see my sword Is on the ground " he said pointing to his family treature still in the dirt 3 feet away from him were he drpped it, leaving him with just his kite shield strapped to his left arm an ready to defend him incase-no WHEN things go bad.

Jaune didn't know if the Grimm understood him or not but it seemed to lower its growling as it saw jaune'a weapon on the ground, timidly reaching out jaune tentatively placed his gloved hand on the grimms side an pulled back quickly as the growling came back again.

"I'm trying to help you f-furr ball! " jaune said half heartedly angry as the Grimm kept starring defensively at him, he may be injured but it was still a killing machine, he needed to be smart about this, maybe distract it some how.

Food always worked on his dogs back home so. .

Opening his bag juane reached inside an pulled out a few jelly sanwhiches he saved for his lunch an placed one infront of the Ursa's head, it growled at him at first, (he was getting use to it) then gave it a sniff, then jaune had to pull his hand back as the Grimm opened its jaws wide an devoured the sanwitch an swallowed it down with a satisfied burp licking its mussle .

Okay, note to self, it likes tree sap jelly .

Jaune gave the Ursa a few more which it was more than happy to chow down on, at this point jaune could touch the Grimm as it realized he was not a threat.. .for now.

While the Grimm was chewing on his last sanwitch too distracted by the sugery sweetness it didn't notice that jaune had placed both his hands on its black furr while closing his eyes an focussing his aura to.. do its thing?, okay he didn't 100 % know what he was doing, seeing as he only had his aura for less than a week now but he figured if he just flooded the Ursa with as much as he could it would work itself out.

So he did, in that second without even knowing it jaune arc made history.

A huge white glow came from jaune completly covering the Ursa who nearly spit out his treat in shock as a unknown feeling spread throw its body. Jaune didn't notice how much aura he was using but it felt like to him only a small amount even though he was lighting up the whole clearing that they were in but he was pleased to see it was having the desired effect as the wounds on the Ursa started to heal up at a rapid speed an some about 30 seconds later he stopped actually feeling a strain on his massive reserves,letting his arms fall to his sides letting out a tired sigh as he looked at his work, the Grimms legs were fully healed,not even a scratch left on them or an trace of blood on them, hell even the claws looked sharper, jaune was only half shocked to see the Grimm instantly got back on its feet obviously pleased at having it's mobility back seeing as jaune was not mauled yet as he gazed up at the Ursa to see it looking back at him with it's red eyes. ...hey, did it always have pupils ?.

Yes dispite years of historian, veterant hunters an even civilians all said grimms eyes were always pure blood red, no whites or pupils ,yet this one did?

It was the same shade of red color but now there were black dots in them at the center of of normal sized blood red irises an white scalera's ,they weren't like that before, jaune thought as the Ursa walked over to him on his now fixed legs causing his heart to stop as he expected the worsed as the ursa licked its still sticky face.

'I'm such a Fucking idiot!, I just healed my killer! 'Jaune thought petrified as the Grimm opened its mouth right infront of his face as if ready to bite it off making jaune flinch with his eyes closed as he awaited the Grimm'a razer sharp teeth to ripe throw him soft skin.. ...

Shouldn't he be in pain right now?.

Opening his eyes he saw the beast like Grimm with his jaw the open in front of him,he Could smell his eaten lunch off its bad breath.

then it licked him on his cheek affectionatly like a dog.

...WHAT THE FUC -

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an that's chapter 1 of how to train your Grimm, this was originally just going to be a one shot idea but if anyone wants me to continue I'll see what I can do. Also please review an give me a few ideas of where this fix should go, I have a couple ideas but I want to hear the fanfic communities point of view.